non-lucid

Morning of October 25, 2018. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,938-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 83.



In late morning, I find myself in a big barn (in an unknown location) that serves as a recording studio for the Beatles. There is much sound equipment on hay bales and the barn floor, such as big amplifiers and mixing consoles, but I do not see any musical instruments. There are a few unfamiliar men present, one being a producer, another, a sound engineer.

While a man is checking a track, there is an unusual drum fill where the snare audio reverses at least twice. The man is puzzled and asks Paul McCartney what that was, but he does not reply. A different “drum fill” is heard, but it turns out to be someone knocking on the barn door. (This scene is ambiguous for two reasons, one, a door knock would not have reverse audio and two, the sound came from the equipment.)

A man comes in with a tiger that belongs to John Lennon’s wife (Cynthia Powell). He pets it for a short time. There is no sense of danger.

Later, there is an unknown man with a Bainbridge livestock prod. He taps the tiger with it on the rump, and John and the man with the tiger slowly leave the barn. They seem cheerful. Next, the man uses the prod on some farm animals. He touches the rump of a horse with it to get it to move to the corner of the barn. The horse seems annoyed but goes where the man wants him to go.

I do not see any of the Beatles at this point and decide to leave the barn. I go around to the back and see a young version of Zsuzsanna, who is about eight years old. However, my real-life identity is not extant in this dream, and so my dream self does not recall who she is. There is a cage adjacent to the back of the barn. There are at least three brown-mantled tamarins in the cage, a mother and two babies. Zsuzsanna is sitting on the ground watching them. She does not speak. I hold the paw of the mother tamarin, stroking the fur on the back of its “hand.” It seems tame.

Later, I get up and go back into the barn, which is now empty and full of hundreds of flies that start buzzing in my face. The air is thick with them, and they are loud. I soon decide to leave the barn and slowly wake after I walk back out. As I wake, I realize that the illusion of the flies was a distortion of the sound of the fan and its air on my face (from the foot of the bed).

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Two other dreams came before this, one of sending many DVDs over time to a member of the dream journal website (a long-term male poster). The other related to capturing each instrument from the Beatles’ “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!” to use virtual versions (mostly on keyboards) for a live cover.

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I start this dream in an extremely dark place and someone is playing a pinball game. He's not doing so good and lets me finish his game. Now I'm playing and it is very hard to see as there were no lights on it that worked, just a completely dark machine. I ball went over to the left side and I thought it was a goner but it ended up over at the ball launcher. I pulled the spring lever and let it go. it hits the ball and sends it up but on the way up where it was almost out of the tube, I hear another sound like the ball smacked up against a marble ball. The ball I sent out went back into the launcher tube and the second ball it hit was sent out onto the main gaming board. I left the first ball resting on the launcher as I didn't want to deal with two balls being out there at the same time as the second ball bounced around and made sounds. To help me see better in the nearly black place I angled the machine towards a row of tall open windows among the wall that had moonlight coming through it. Something, a bumper or spinner sent the ball shooting at the middle. I quickly grabbed the flipper button and the left flipper quickly moved over the gap, blocking the ball from going any further but also jamming the flippers and causing a tilt. I launched the second ball and there was a bonus car thingy on the main board. If you manage to hit it and get the ball inside, the ball will ride the car in a bonus area where you get a lot of points at. Upon launching it something hits the ball and it bounces of the top and went over to the left where a bumper shot the ball up into the car.

The Orange colored car goes flying out of the machine and it lands next to me. I tried to see if I can move the car back in but since my controller was fix to play the pinball I couldn't move it well. I mashed on the buttons, trying to get it back into the game but it was only moving a little bit. By this time there was some light coming in from all around as a sage colored light behind some kind of fog. Are we outside now? As it slowed down something hit the car from behind, towards the machine and I saw it was another car! It kept hitting it but took damage as it did so and ended up blowing up. After that the car respawns next to me and I saw that this time it had claws on the front of it like the ones one the sub of the Boukenger pink zord. It came around the front and was coming up to me and then I saw that I was laying down as a dark colored Megazord stood over my face, then it knocked itself over onto my face and felt the plastic hit me. Even though it didn't hurt I can hear myself talking to him, saying. "Ow, that hurt. You can't just do that like that because your body is hard!"

Morning of October 24, 2018. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,937-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score (optimized): 60.



My family and I (in my dream’s fictitious backstory), mostly as we appear now, had been living in Kampong Ayer, a Brunei water village, for about a year. Other than this fallacy, my conscious self identity is extant, though I am not lucid.

There is a vague concern about my dream journals becoming damp, as there is a false memory that I keep them on the floor, where there are gaps in the floorboards directly over the water. However, I do not act upon these thoughts.

While outside on the boardwalk, I notice that two of our curtains had moved out to the outside of the window and had become submerged in the water by about two inches. I also see a curved board on the outer wall, warped from dampness, about halfway up on the outer wall.

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The curved board is a literal, though indoor, real-life feature near our lounge room ceiling. It was caused by the indoor rainstorm when our roof was torn off in November of last year.

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Common strands:

Melatonin mediation and circadian rhythm (The presence of water and its specific forms and dynamics is a temporal association with the sleep cycle)

Literal dream space strand (Literal association with dreams while in the dream state, in this case, thinking about my dream journals)

Curtains and window as a specific level of division between dreaming and waking (Common factor of subliminal awareness of being in the dream state, though I have often used curtains in lucidly and non-lucidly controlled dreams)

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3 more lds tonight! I'll try to come back in November and update the gaps and maybe flesh out some of these bullet point-like dreams.

nl - in a supermarket, long and vivid
lucid - in a greyish room, see a section with chairs (seems like a public place), become lucid and expect f in one of those chairs, see her but she's spaced out, try to kiss her but she is almost catatonic
lucid - in walmart in the last aisle before the garden center, laying out some yugioh cards on a table (they're not real and I can tell) and I'm trying to sell them to a worker who doesn't seem very interested, I'm surprised as I go how weak they are for looking so cool, become lucid turn the corner and see an elderly woman, try to transform her and wake up
nl - f is leaving for the morning and she's forgotten her phone and badge, I run downstairs and am trying to decide whether to try and go to her place of work to bring her her stuff or wait here since she might come back, go downstairs in my apartment and there's a heavy industrial door, see her coming in, wake up
nl - series of fa's
lucid - in 9 living room, it's dark, I try to turn up the thermostat knob (similar to old light switch we used to have iwl) to turn the lights up, eventually just say "lights on!" and it helps (still dim), try to summon f but end up just summoning an invisible presence, try to verify its presence by having it interact with me by having it whip me (don't question dream logic), it works (like a light electric shock where I expected it to whip), wake up

Morning of October 23, 2018. Tuesday.

Dream #: 18,936-03. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 69.



As my non-lucid dream self, holding no viable threads of my real-life identity, I become vividly aware that I am sitting in the back seat, on the left-hand side, of an otherwise empty car in the Village Shopping Center parking lot in La Crosse. It is nighttime. I become aware that the car belongs to my brother-in-law Bob. (I have not had any contact with Bob since 1994, over twenty years ago.) There are only two other cars present.

An idea comes to my dream self’s fictitious mind that I should go to the driver’s seat and take the car back to the Loomis Street house. I am feeling very cheerful and confident. I get out on the left-hand side and go around to get in the front seat. (This is really about the typical initiating of subliminal control of the dream state and has nothing to do with waking life or “interpretation.”)

I get behind the driver’s seat. It is difficult to close the car doors, and I try several times. They are flimsy and not like real car doors at all, but are about as efficient as a dream can make something that stems from vivid non-lucidity. (It would have been better letting the dream play itself at this specific point.) I have no idea how to start the car. I have no key. I first consider that it starts like a lawn mower, but I do not see a recoil starter assembly. There is a small metal lever on the left side, below the steering wheel. I put my foot on the gas pedal and wiggle the lever. Gasoline starts pouring from underneath the full length of the dashboard. That concerns me. I do not want to incur the risk of something catching on fire. I get out of the car, and two unfamiliar men get out of their cars and come over to help me. At this point, as the men check over the car, I anticipate an explosion (an attempt at subliminal dream control), and I tell them to move away, but nothing happens.

I decide to walk to the Loomis Street house. On the way, walking east on the north side of Sill Street, I notice many boxes of magazines on the boulevard. It is a recurring situation where I realize I can take what I want (as I am deliberately though subliminally creating this scenario at its foundation, knowing it is a dream on one level), as it is left out for garbage pickup. It is also late morning. My non-lucid dream self does not register the impossible time change (as is always the case). I find a stack of magazines that are black-and-white collections of Nancy comic strips (by Ernie Bushmiller). Looking around more, I also notice stacks of interior decorating magazines, which I have no interest in at the time. This part of my dream comes from the lifelong practice of trying to initiate viable emerging consciousness threads by focusing on sustained reading skills of which do not ordinarily exist in the dream state.

I arrive at the Loomis Street house. My sister and mother are there and seem healthy. My dream self has no recall that they are deceased. A minimal thread of my conscious self identity emerges, but it is rather odd. I vaguely recall the concept of marijuana from Nimbin, yet I have no memory that I have lived in Australia for over twenty years or of my real-life status. (Additionally, I would never try drugs in real life under any circumstances, another factor that validates my dream self is not my true conscious self identity.)

I have some “marijuana” that I smoke with my mother and sister. It is rolled-up full-sized newspapers. There is trouble keeping them rolled up, and they burn with big flames, though I still suck in the fire and smoke. As I focus, I am astounded by my vivified perception, and yet I am not lucid. I start to become puzzled as I enter enigmatic space (a specific level of the dream state). I realize, though vaguely, that there is no marijuana and that smoking newspaper is odd.

I start to wake, realizing what my dream self had been creating. Fire is the emerging consciousness and often part of the waking process. The newspapers, at least as related to reading them, are the attempt to sharpen my perception, as I had tried to do in the previous dream segment, but it did not initiate lucidity, only revivification.

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I remember a large part of this dream and that was the last two bits and scenes. There was more but can't remember it well.

I'm watching power rangers and I ended up inside the film. It was daytime but things were odd and discolored like an old 80s VHS tape would be. Instead of the sky being a nice crisp color, it was flickering and that discolored green color you'd see in old films, the dark areas were all grainy with those bits of red and blue colors flickering around and it was very blurry sometimes like old movies would be. It was daytime and the colors were bright and exaggerated. I was out in the backyard wondering what was going on about something random, it may have been something about the earlier part of the dream but anyhow I was there in the yard, standing in front of the steps that lead into the house. I saw the the odd colored hedges that were a yellowy green color and the grass was the same as well. There was a monster there and he was some kind of food type guy who looked like the Dora Goblin from Zyuranger. He was next to the hedge and had a tiny slider looking burger in his hand. He threw it at me and I dodged it, expecting it to explode but instead it hit the dirt patch near the corner of the house where the flowerbed used to be at. The burger broke apart into its respective layers of meat, cheese a bun. He threw another one and it bounced off the side panels and dusted itself on the ground. Threw another, hit the glass pane to the stove area, leaving a smear of probably mustard and ketchup.I looked closer at it Nope it was the burger smearing the dust off the window, leaving behind a transparent smudge. The are not exploding? These attacks are harmless he's not evil at all. I picked up one of the sandwiches from on the ground and got the on covered in dust. it was all grayish in color, desaturated and freezer burned looking and I threw it back down.

I started talking to him about how humans live and the buildings that you see here are our homes. I was once in the gravle driveway behind the fence gates, pointing up at the next door neighbors house that was a grey color. By this time the details of the dream were much clearer and better. "ya know I would love to have some more of those tasty sandwiches!"

We are now back in the house and, made it to the front porch but was cut off when the bad guys show up. "They are gonna make you grow!" I didn't want that because then the Megazords would kill him. I got in front of him as a purple scorpina appeared. The monster who is now a boy started walking towards her but I grabbed him and seen that he was pulling and pushing at me, wanting to go with her. I was not having it and pulled him back away from her. Scorpina didn't care who got Big and ended up zapping both of us. I knew what was gonna happen next, the boy ran outside, bursting through the front door as he became a giant. I had red electric all on my body on my hands, legs and arms and then saw the black and gold megazord toy there with me, since I was human the effect for me would take slightly longer, I did not want to stay inside and destroy my home. "I need to get out now!" I ran out of the door, banging my head up against the top part of the opening as I did so its already happening!

I made it out just in time and I finally see myself unable to control it any longer grew huge. I see my legs and then another set of blue and yellow legs. I look over to my right and down the street was the Dino Megazord (Daizyujin). He was looking at me and his face was strange looking and small but still had the details like his yellow eyes and red horned ears that stuck out each sides of his head.

I don't know where the monster went but I ended up running past the zord who tried to reach out and get me and now he is behind me, chasing me.

After some time of running I see the zord is now in a car behind me and he pulls up to me and gets out. We are next to the corner store and I realized that I have shrunk but so has Megazord. " We are small again!" I went to the car and realized that this was no normal car and looked inside through the window that was rolled down. Inside was the weird thingy with the buttons on it, it was the time machine! The Delorian! I turned and looked back up at Megazord and seen that he was now a human and was bent over, doing something.

Earlier yesterday I took a nap. I became aware that I was dreaming but I wasn't really in control. The scene in front of my was flickering. It turned into this weird structure like the one from Interstellar with the bookcases but instead of bookcases it was the blue sky and the clouds. It looked like the same sort of image or block of space was going off in a bunch of different directions around me. I felt very high but the dream collapsed.

I haven't had a nightmare that freaked me out in a long time until this morning. The dream was back at my house from when I was a kid and my parents were still married. There were things that happened earlier in the dream, but I started to remember when I was inside what looked like our garage. My father was narrating the dream. He was telling me about something that had happened in my past, something dark. I was myself now but watching my child self playing in the garage. There were these white strings that had bounced on the ground and were attached to something away from my view. My dad was explaining that I had discovered something, or something evil had discovered me. As he explains it, the object attached to the strings comes into view as my child self picks it up. I don't know the significance of it but it's this bell that looks similar to the liberty bell with a crack in it and a piece missing but it's small enough to hold in my hands. My child self becomes extremely terrified. I can hear my dad's voice get bitter. I'm freaking out now. The story is that two spirits took me that day up into the sky for hundreds of years. One spirit is a dead woman dressed in a gown whose colors are negative. I couldn't see the other spirit, but something was telling me the spirit I couldn't see was much powerful than the woman spirit and was controlling the entire situation. They took me up into the sky where there was an old floating house. It was weird because I could vaguely remember that I had been there before. My dad was so distraught telling me they took me up there for hundreds of years but for them it only lasted a blink of a second. I was just finding all of this out now.

I woke up in a false awakening in my dad's old house. I ran to the door with my mom on the phone, I was asking her if it was real. She couldn't answer which told me it had been real. The door was locked and I was frantically trying to open it because I could feel the spirit behind me. I burst through and ran downstairs to see my dad in the kitchen. I walked over to him crying and wrapped my arms around him.

I woke up in another false awakening, this time in my current room. Because my closet door was open, it made a tall giant dark figure in the corner of my eye. I was in sleep paralysis. At first, the shadow wasn't doing anything, but then I thought it might move and it became evil. The thing just flew at my face and was hovering there. I was stuck in a flinch terrified. This lasted a few moments before the evil thing made a lunge at my face and I woke up this time for real.

Eventually, I went back to bed and had this dream that Donald Trump was about to do something entertaining yet destructive to the entire world, like a giant show that would lead to some sort of bad thing happening. I was with another person, I think maybe my mom, living this story of two agents who were going to stop Trump. I had been caught by a secret agent who brought me into a room. Trump ordered me to get beat up or something. The agent had taken off his belt and had hit me and was planning to kill me. Trump all of the sudden flew at the agent and knocked him out. Turns out Trump was my mom in disguise. We get out of that room and sort of ninja jump over a pond away from bad guys.

I'm now in this pool surrounded by buildings with a few of my friends from college including lauren and there were a few kids I didn't recognize. Someone whispers for me to flip over a floating device she's on but she gets off. Moo tells us there's not a lot of time left for us to stop Trump and the only way to get there is through this amusement park. He tells us to jump on this roller coaster on the second to back left seat because there is this really strange robot that sits in the seat with you or something. Moo Owen and I jump into the station and get into the carts before other people can. They just seem to let it happen and get back in line. Most of us are in the back cart. I look up and see Moo's on the other side of the train next to this cowgirl robot and I realize that's where we were supposed to get in. The ride starts and we hang on. It starts to go up a hill as I ask Owen when we should be getting off. Moo yells that we need to get off at the next slow part. The train takes a few turns and then starts going up another hill. We jump onto another rollercoaster track which is made of what looks and feels like brushes for shoes or maybe horses. I'm struggling to get a grip and finally start gaining some traction. Someone yells that we need to get ready to surf. The rollercoaster takes a dip downwards and we start standing up surfing on this rollercoaster down a hill. In front of us is this wide alley with buildings on both sides that contain rides and rollercoasters coming out of the buildings. The idea is that we need to jump from ride to ride in order to get through and stop Trump's plan. The dream collapses.

Morning of October 22, 2018. Monday.

Dream #: 18,935-02. Optimized 1 min 45 sec read.

As the basis of a false backstory residually originating from the Naiad factor (initial dream state induction), Zsuzsanna owns a sector of the La Crosse River that flows through Veterans Memorial Park and Campground in West Salem, Wisconsin. Together, we sit on the ground at the location. The setting slowly becomes darker, with indoor-outdoor ambiguity.

Eventually, the water has lowered, and the river is gone. I peer earthward at a long narrow strip of soil where the river had been flowing. Dense tape grass covers it, but I think the river is underneath. The riverbed's banks slope into the narrow length of tape grass. Zsuzsanna and I puzzle over where the water went. I assume I need to pull up the tape grass to allow the water to rise and flow again.

Zsuzsanna remains on my left (corresponding with our sleeping orientation). I notice that a section of ground becomes larger as I gaze at it.

With metacognition, I envision and create tiny crocodiles. First, there is one, then several more in a row that continues to the right, facing left (as my body is in sleep). They are not hatchlings but miniature adults about three inches long. I am amused.

"Look at all the crocodiles," I cheerfully say to Zsuzsanna as we study them.

Although they are currently tiny immobile crocodiles, there is a lack of discernibility in the semidarkness.

A flashlight materializes in my right hand. I shine it toward the crocodiles.

They are not crocodiles now but curled dry maple leaves.

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A maple leaf symbolizes peace, defining the temporary status of my protoconsciousness in navigating dream space, not necessarily with waking-life relevance, though dream content often colors one's mood for the day. To clarify, I had summoned crocodiles (as a wakefulness stimulus), yet they are miniature and tranquil, exemplifying a peaceful waking transition (from REM atonia) while morphing into maple leaves.​

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Metacognitive indicators:

Dream state pun: riverbed.

Indoor-outdoor ambiguity frequently occurs as a result of metacognition. Knowing I am indoors while sleeping often integrates into imaginary outdoor settings, creating consciously unresolvable amalgams (simultaneously perceiving two or more places that coexist). This factor is evidence against the asinine "simulated reality" hypothesis.

Sunlight that goes into the eyes triggers the effects of serotonin. Summoning a flashlight is solely dream space navigation and my somatosensory phasing response for this transition, unrelated to real life.

Water lowering is a common dream outcome, usually only in the final dream of a sleep cycle. It signifies leaving the dream state and has zero to do with real life. Water is the essence of sleep. Its dynamics correlate directly with my level of metacognitive navigation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We drove away I think. Transition?

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

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

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

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

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

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Some notes:

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

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Scoring thus far:
+ Previous score: 52.0

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

= Total score thus far: 57.0

+ I'm doing something with a horse(?) waiting for it? Then a woman comes up behind me and sticks me with a needle/injection in my right butt cheek, I know the injection is a sleep drug -- they're putting me to sleep and are going to capture me (the North Koreans, I think). I talk with her a bit as I'm waiting for the injection to kick in. I'm then in some sort of criminal processing facility, I'm wearing something like a large, shredded plastic garbage bag with the word "criminal" written all over it. I know my freedom is being stolen from me. Someone tells me to make sure to eat from the buffet that is just ahead, as that will be my last good meal for a long time. I look over the buffet, there are a lot of juicy sandwiches there, and I pick some up and eat them, there are a lot of ingredients and they're falling out all over the place as I eat.
I'm then in front of a judge, and have a vision that the normal, good judge simply would have said that I need to file a prisoner's statement, he's not there today and his inexperienced assistant is ready to throw the book at me.

+ Give my younger son the gift of a toy cannon. It's a long empty tube, and he's ingenious I think, because he uses a broom stick to "damp down" the gown powder before his imagined shooting off of the cannon. My older son takes it and is playing with it too. My wife is sleeping near by and she stirs and says something.

+ I'm waiting in line at the cashier at the grocery store, there's an open lane, and I get in line and a guy with just one thing cuts in front of me in line, I get mad at him and tell him off for cutting.

(previous night)
(f) + There's a long train of shopping carts being moved around

+ [vivid] I'm standing by the shore of a lake, slightly hovering over the water, and I look down into the transparent water and see a lot of crayfish and fish moving around [DREAM SIGN]. There's a sort of scorpion fish there, and I think about (see someone?) trying to pick it up (with gloves?).

+ Observing a large indoor kid's multi-level play area with large slides between the levels. In one area the slides are really bouncy, and covered like beds, and I think/say this is a really good area compared to the other one.

(earlier in the week)

+ [vivid] I'm arriving at a large corporate headquarters. Employees are arriving in large groups on company busses. I'm inside the offices and ahead of me and below a bit is an area of tall glass walls/doors [DREAM SIGN]. Employees are outside and one is pounding on the door for me to open it. I wonder if I should. I go to open it and notice there is a large dog there, which I'm concerned about, my dog may go fight it. I open the door and run back inside, glancing back over my shoulder to see if the dog is on a leash and under control.

In the large open lobby area there are a lot of people. I look up and see on the next level balcony up a company Irish Pub, and even though it is morning, it is quite busy with people sitting at the bar drinking. Around the lobby there are large groups of employees moving around, it is really crowded. I am moving with a large crush of people towards the elevators and make it nearly to the doors before they fill up and the doors close, we have to wait for the elevator to return. I'm thinking about how in the morning it is really inconvenient and slow to get to your office when all the employees arrive at exactly the same time.

I'm at Raymond street in the diningroom, sitting on the ledge in front of the windows where the plants are usually at. My dad was there and he had an accordion, playing it. I don't know what the song was but it sounded cool. I turned towards him and seen him standing up from behind the china cabinet and walking through the double sliding doors from here I can see the detail of the instrument. It was a small one with the folds in the middle and the keyboards and buttons in his hand. He came into the lit room I was in. He stood in front of me and was still playing it. After he got done with it He gives it to me to play and the dream shifted. It is daytime and I'm now at 191 Burton with it, standing in front of the stairs with the door in front of me. I try to play it. It was wrapped around my body with the straps to help me hold it up and ready for my try. I pressed the little round buttons with the keyboard part and started playing it. It didn't sound anything like the way it should and instead a strange high pitched sound came with each squeeze and pull and was pressing the wrong notes. I have zero experience with this type of instrument so I wasn't expecting it to come out well.

After that I wake up into an HI

It is night time and I'm fighting things. I took the accordion I had and swung it at what ever it was I was fighting and it made a loud unnotely sound. Fearing I broke it I took it and ran off away from the people instead of trying to fight them in nearly pitch dark conditions.

Date of Dream: SAT 13 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 451 - The Creepy Underground Hospital

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, my mum had a friend in the dream that doesn’t exist in real life. Her friend was mentioning something about her procedure to me and my mum. From what I understood, the woman was having a baby. The dream scene then changed and the woman was already apparently in the hospital and so me and my mum were going to visit her.

The hospital that this lady was supposedly at also doesn’t exist in real life. While I was driving, we eventually caught sight of the hospital which was of an odd format. Rather than going upwards like normal hospitals. This one had additional floors going underground and this concept had me really spooked.

Later in the dream, we were driving back from the hospital, down a road that does exist in real life. In the dream though, I had a hard time following this road and couldn’t recognise my surrounds. A lot of the time I thought I was lost or something. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream 451: Results (Competition #8)
Competition Night: 8
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:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 58.0
Total Accumulated Points: 59.0

Date of Dream: FRI 12 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 450 - The Dodgy Family Recruit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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



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

+ Previous Total: 45.0
Total Accumulated Points: 58.0

Date of Dream: THU 11 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 449 - Separated Sections

Dream 449 A - The Project Leader
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in this unknown area but with a lot of girls from my high school (which is an all-girls school). In-fact, this initiative may have actually thought up by the high school. The only strange thing is that my brother was elected to be the project leader. I tried to look gracious but on the inside, I was shocked and even jealous at times. I do remember what environment was like; it was raining and it was a brick road in some town, so everyone was getting wet, especially me who was running around, trying to look like I was doing more than my brother to prove I was better at being the leader.

The dream then decided to play another scene all together. I was at some unknown shopping centre when I pulled out my phone and tried to access a picture of 18-Volt in my downloads folder. The picture did appear but it was extremely dark and so I almost couldn’t see it at all. Unfortunately, no matter what I did, the light wasn’t going to get brighter and so I had t resign and put my phone away. Though when I got to the top of these escalators, I felt myself being carried but not by a usual dream guide. It was Mario but then it was a gigantic stuffed toy version of him. As he carried me, he turned his plush head back and looked at me. That’s all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 449 B - We Need A Vertical Train
I forgot how this dream started but it felt like it was still linked to 449 A. I was in this unknown area and was once again speaking to a whole group of Killester girls. For some reason, I scaled down a cliff and ended up in some area that looked like national parkland. I quickly realised though that there was no way back up and so in a panic, I started to call for Dreamy WB. This time though, I seemed to do it very diligently and a lot of times, even alternating between “Dreamy WB!” and “Miss T!”.

Eventually, she came walking in from the other side, up the shallow sloping hill. She stopped when she was in-front of me and I asked her if there was some way she could me back over the cliff face and she said their was. She mentioned something about AD but I forgot what it was. I was surprised that Dreamy WB had favour for AD but then I thought to myself, “Dreamy WB probably loves everyone. It’s only WB that’s biased towards her family and no one else in need”.

I then noticed that Dreamy WB had AD scooped up in her right arm. She then came over to me and scooped me up in her left arm. We then realised that we had room for one more person to take up the cliff. Dreamy WB mentioned something about that we should take the person that had some relevance to the train, I forgot what she said exactly. The person it was though was LLam. and she climbed onto Dreamy WB’s back, strapping her arms around Dreamy WB’s neck.

Then Dreamy WB moved off with the three of us and seemed to moon-jump onto certain rocks on the cliff, scaling higher and higher each time. While she was bouncing up, I made mention that we needed a train that could travel vertically, taking passengers up and down the cliff. Eventually, we reached the top of the cliff and the dream changed scenes.

The last scene showed me on a train, going to a certain destination. I mentioned something to myself about Dreamy WB but I forgot what it was. The dream ended there.



Dream 449: Results (Competition #8)

449 A
Competition Night: 6
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Plush Mario
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

449 B
Competition Night: 6
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 2.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide: Dreamy WB (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 42.5
Total Accumulated Points: 45.0

Date of Dream: WED 10 OCT - 2018



Dream No. 448 - Primary School Shenanigans

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was once again in grade four, although the dream retained my age of 20. I remember thinking to myself, “why the hell does this dream keep putting me back in grade four?”. Additionally, my grade four teacher was speaking to me as if I actually was a child of that age, 9 years old. I then thought to myself, “Remember that 18-Volt has had to go through this”, my mind making out I would be able to relate to his experience of fourth grade in American Elementary School.

I have forgotten some details of the scene. What I can remember is that the teacher was in fact talking to me about something childish; I pretended to be nice but in reality, I, as a 20 year old, didn’t like being treated as a 9 year old. She then said that she was going to talk to one of the other students so as she did that, I opened up an exercise book and decided that I wanted to write a letter to my dream guides and tell them how my time at school was going. For a second, I thought I was only going to be writing to one of them but then title was actually “Letter To All The Dream Guides #1”. After writing a few sentences, I can’t remember any more of the dream.



Dream 448: Results (Competition #8)
Competition Night: 5
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 0.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0)

+ Previous Total: 37.0
Total Accumulated Points: 42.5