non-lucid

Night of September 22, 2018. Saturday.

Reading time: 1 min 19 sec. Readability score: 66.



I enter a typical sustained “preconscious as intruder” scenario within a dual dream. It is part of an atypical late evening nap. I am aware of where I am in bed, but not lucid.

My youngest son is in the lounge room. An unfamiliar black boy (interconsciousness avatar of this dream) of about twelve is also present to his left, closer to the west window. They are watching television.

An unknown man (preconscious avatar) is standing just outside the window (though I never see him). He is talking continuously. He seems to be bullying everyone in the lounge room as I watch from bed. The curtain covers much of the window, though not all of it. The boys move the curtain down more behind the bureau, and the man makes sarcastic comments about the act. I vaguely expect him to break the window, but there is no violence.

Meanwhile, parts of another dream are unfolding. It is about a stick that ends up in various machines. Someone pulls a stick that was somehow stuck into the face of a DVD player (implied to be about where my wardrobe is, though the setting is ambiguous bilocation). When someone unknown pulls the stick out, the inside of the DVD player seems organic, with the essence of the inside of a human body.

There is talk about the stick causing malfunctions in computers in part of a “Star Trek: Voyager” scenario. Robert Picardo’s head is atop a stack of motherboards in our kitchen and cheerfully looking at Tom Paris, who seems annoyed and puzzled. It seems the motherboards will eventually fuse and come together to form a human body.

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The last scene is my dream self trying to coalesce my thinking skills to become more aware, causing me to wake in this case. (I typically use reading text and technology features to augment dream self awareness, but I also used coins to do so in childhood.) Robert Picardo as my emerging consciousness avatar is pretty funny.

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Sep 22 2018

(from phone and in reverse order, will start doing proper entries again one day)

D - HMT - night, distinct steps - slavery/oppression situation - an email gets leaked and a kill order is sent (room, test?)

Lucid! 6.44, in crowded mall, surge of awareness, put hand on DCs like she was pregnant, become lucid! LOTS of DCs. most smiling and laughing directly at me, although i don't interpret it as humiliation, but something more like happiness/being proud of me). say aloud, "subconscious, make all of my dreams automatically lucid", start losing the lucid and remember to math but accidentaly count instead, by the time i add it's too late, awake (stiff bed)

F - before - woman in closet tied up w phone alarm going off, someone almost finds but doesn't, she will die in there

D - long magenta house, yelling hardcore at mom, i want to leave. shame, guilt, anger. dad involved (their fight), oven/meal

F - megaphone/board game, F screaming, title of game - screaming (at police officers?)

F - school before

I'm at a bar with several friends I know. We are laughing and having a good time right outside the doors when a cop car shows up. It's just pulled up on the street watching everyone, and doesn't have any lights on, yet. One of the guys and I don't like being here with the cop and we can't get back through the doors right behind us so we decide to pretend like we're gay and hold hands while walking around to the other side of the building (don't know why that was the best idea in my head). As we begin walking, we can hear the cop car behind us slowly following. I get really annoyed at this as why would he need to follow us? Eventually, as we round a corner, the cop stops and turns back around and we make it to the other side to head back in. Inside is a new atmosphere from when we were first here. Now, everything's quiet, and a group of people is arguing over some contract. I walk downstairs to find that a lot of people are sitting quietly all over the floor, like they're hiding from the people upstairs. As I keep walking down a hallway, I emerge in a large gym. a group of guys I don't know is testing out some of the equipment. I walk over as they are testing the floor mats which look to be memory foam. A guy drops a heavy weight from shoulder height and it lands with a highly muffled boom, like the sound of a cannon firing from outside the building. This is a good sound, though, meaning the foam dispersed the shock of the weight really well.

I'm with a group of friends in a house where someone is making breakfast. At the time, though, I'm more concerned with getting drinks ready for tonight so I go out and reserve 10 drinks from some kind of vendor guy. Later, it's nighttime and I'm walking through an abandoned factory area, and I know I'm being tracked by a girl I know who wants to eliminate me. I stop outside one of the buildings trying to spot any movement. When I don't see anything, I start to get freaked out and run back to the dorms which are apparently close by. I run up to her room to find the door open, but no one in her room. I quickly walk away down the stairs. Eventually, I come back to the house to find everyone drinking. I go back to the vendor to get my reserved drinks, but he tells me they're all out. later, I'm walking down the road in my neighborhood. I feel happy and decide to run with my hands out to my sides like an airplane. I really feel like I could take off, but think it looks weird so I stop. I continue walking down past the turn into the cul-de-sac when I'm greeted with an amazing view. It's the sunset just above the mountaintop with green fields covering the hills at the base of the mountains all the way to where I'm standing. A few trees droop into the moment as well framing it perfectly. All the colors are vibrant to the point where I ask myself if I'm dreaming. I do a finger push reality check but it fails on me.

Early evening of September 21, 2018. Friday.

Reading time: 1 min 56 sec. Readability score: 64.



During an evening nap, I slip into typical VSC in which I had borrowed a truck from someone unknown. I drive along in an unfamiliar neighborhood but with no focus on its unfamiliarity. The sense of movement, which begins my dream, is vivid throughout.

I stop near an unknown residence where two unfamiliar women are present. For no reason in particular, I ask the oldest one if she would like to return the truck to its owner. She seems slightly puzzled. I tell her how he only lives about a block away. We talk in a friendly manner for a short time, but I decide to return it myself.

I start to roll forward down a slope (a common VSC factor in dreams since early childhood) without driving, but I maintain control of direction with the steering wheel (and non-lucid dream control of VSC). I feel good. The street illogically becomes part of a big warehouse.

As the vehicle rolls into the big warehouse and turns to the left, I see that the street turns off ahead to the right at about ninety degrees, but an internal warehouse wall blocks the view of it.

I hear a loud roar, reminiscent of that of the MGM lion. A strange vehicle approaches from the opposite direction. It resembles a steam shovel without the cab and with the boom mostly vertical. It seems to be on a rolling platform. I get the impression of rails guiding its direction. The small bucket may serve as its “head.” Its “face” is blank and dark, reminding me of the essence of a television that is not on.

As it continues to move towards me, I realize the truck I am in no longer has a roof. It now seems like a military jeep. I have no fear at all (even though I am only liminally becoming lucid) and look forward to jumping up, grabbing, and crushing this “creature,” (as soon as it lowers closer to me) which may be a robotic maintenance vehicle for the warehouse, but instead, I spontaneously wake before it arcs down.

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VSC personification as the unknown older woman but then choosing to initiate the transition myself was almost like ad-libbing. It even felt as if I was randomly doing such as part of a self-directed stage play. Perceiving the emerging consciousness factor (though still dominated by RAS) as an “empty” television (as in my “Kingdom” novella of 1990) may stem from recently watching more television than I have in years, though still not as much as many other people. I have not perceived television as a “monster” since before I met Zsuzsanna, though even so, I held no fear here, only the desire to crunch the machine, with a sense of certain (automatic) victory.

A warehouse serves as a representation of leaving the liminal space of the dream state, typically the last setting of a dream.

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I know I had dreams last couple of days. Some were even intense, because during day I caught myself thinking that something happened. But I didn't know what. I wish I knew...

I'm watching a scene unfold from a third-person perspective. A small group of people is walking through the desert-mountains. The leader of this group is a mysterious figure to everyone in the region. He is a small person, only the height of a one or two year old, and his legs are malformed but uses magic to walk. He is clad in dark clothes including a mask over his face (colors maybe not the best decision in the desert?). His group is stopped by a large force of armed men, demanding to know who he is. The guy slowly removes his mask, and everyone on the other side is surprised by the reveal, saying his name which I forget. The mysterious person doesn't plan on leaving them alive to tell the story, though, and begins dispatching the men through magic, throwing them left and right with the wave of his hand. Some have already gotten back into a vehicle and are heading back into town situated down the plateau, where we are at currently, and into a narrow valley. The guy uses magic to slice away half the mountainside causing a landslide of sand and rock to ensue. I am now viewing events through his eyes. He jumps high into the air, almost flying, towards the landslide area. He sees a few men still running, having narrowly escaped the landslide. He drops down to the ground in front of them immediately throwing them with magic. Another car comes up from the town and stops after seeing the guy. He ends up throwing the car as well. I feel this one a lot more clearly as I am now in place of the person. I make a fist and punch the air causing the car to be flung backwards with great speed. After everyone is gone I start to walk back. I have to pass through a gate which appears to be electrically charged. Knowing that I can take the electricity, I grab on to the top and hurl myself over with no problems.

Non-dream stuff - I wrote most of this non-lucid dream on a tablet while cooking lunch, as I didn't get a chance to do so before that. Managed to remember a lot of detail, but not some missing bits from transitions and the like, unfortunately.

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Dream:
I remember being some place outside. I was getting a big weapon. The poor memory I have of the outline makes me think of a black bfg. I had a small van like the one my partner has. It was a cloudy and grey day. I put the weapon in the back of the van.

I remember the presence of my middle sibling and I think we spoke at some point, about the weapon. It was very rare and valuable.

Then there's a transition and it implied I took it some place else. I was now in my "lair" and I was a dinosaur/monster like something out of the game Monster Hunter. The weapon was on a rock, safely secured somehow and I remembering seing an orange glow on its outline, like an item pickup in a game.

Then I looked at the top right corner of a visual interface and it said 33,000,000 or so, and it was money I had.

Another big black monster that looked like a Komodo dragon or some sort of lizard appeared and he wanted the weapon. I remember he had a deep voice but I don't remember any words. He wanted to take it by force so we fought for a bit and he tried to attack the things making the weapon secure, without much success. I think he ended up scurrying away.

I then was in a human form and in a black mustang-y type car, seeing it from third person like in many free roam games, and I drove at some speed toward a "waypoint" where I would find the black lizard. I was driving through a city and it was a bit dark at first. I got to a wide river, and I remember I could see an industrial estate type place across the way. I couldn't cross with the car and "remembered" I could summon a jet, so I summoned a bomber jet and got in and took off; the city was more like a complex megapolis now and it was a clear and sunny day.

Somewhat unexpectedly I wasn't controlling the jet too well, and had a few near-hits with buildings; there were drag forces I don't remember noticing before when flying these in games and the tall and branched buildings made it difficult to navigate at high speed but after through the mega city jungle I was arriving over my waypoint so I jumped out of the jet, landing somewhere near my waypoint, which was a bunker entrance. It became night again and there were military personnel that didn't look like they were going to let me inside but they didn't threaten me with their weapons so I rushed through the entrance, into some dark and dimly lit concrete halls. The few lights that existed were weak fluorescent lights.

There wasn't much staff inside this bunker and I seemed to have lost the guards. In this section of the dream I can't actually remember what form I took, possibly alternating between human and lizard form; but I found the black lizard in a small room behind a classroom place that had window panes to an "open" underground area. It was still very dark but there was bright blue light from the large underground area. I assumed some kind of high tech generator though I don't remember looking.

The black lizard was smaller than before, but though he was the same one as before, it was like he was younger now, hence his reduced size. I remember confronting him with more aggression and likewise back at me. I also remember thinking "why couldn't he just pay me a few millions for the weapon", also making me wonder how much money he had, which I assumed to be a lot.

Unfortunately I can't remember what happened next in any detail and the dream ended shortly after.

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Notes (going into a bit of dream interpretation more than usual because of the dream's plot/context):
- To me, the jet, the military staff and bunker are clearly based off my recent experience of playing Just Cause 3. Other elements from games are obviously present, like the weapon.
- In the dream I did expect the jet control to be a lot more intuitive than it ended up being, but the giant branched buildings were very unexpected, because when I was on the ground I never spotted any.

- Black seems to have been a very prevalent colour in this dream.
- Black BFG, black lizard, black car, grey rocks, lots of places of darkness... Of contrast was the white van, the blue or tan jet and the shiny city buildings and blue sky when flying the jet.
- Of note to me is that I immediately referenced the black lizard as male, and the fact that I was a lizard too, of some other colour, probably yellow or orange, indicates to me that the black lizard was likely a part of my Shadow and that I was playing some sort of Hero role.

- I find that the Hero as represented by my less conscious mind tends to be too antagonistic towards the Shadow. This may just be a reflection of Hero portrayals in many typical stories. I personally see the Shadow archetype in general as a poor repressed fellow who needs attention or affection, rather than violence.
- In my childhood pre-sleep lucids, the form of choice was usually a giant black lizard/dinosaur.

- The last part of the dream has the most significance to me and follows a general pattern that my dreams sometimes take;
-- The underground bunker goes down and deeper and gets darker and darker, which is a common process in my dreams, but the presence of a bright blue light at the end when confronting the black lizard in the darkness was somewhat unusual. I do usually have meaningful interactions with dark characters in these dream stages however.
-- The fact that the black lizard was smaller and/or younger at the end makes me think that it is a part of my childhood that I've lost that I haven't been able to regain yet. As a child I was easily angry and aggressive, which was more or less the behaviour of the black lizard.

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Edit from 2 years after having first made this entry (altered some spacings above and corrected typos too):

- As I re-read my dream and the notes, I realised that not once did I actually mention the colour of the black lizard's eyes, but I think due to some "memory corruption" I have mistakenly defined them as being blue. I think my error came from the memory of the light in the final scenes of the dream, where there was that incredible bright blue light beyond the glass.

- My only guess is that my brain linked the two things together to define that the lizard's eyes were blue of the same colour. I think I am fine with this association either way and perhaps while it wasn't the actual colour in the dream, it doesn't really matter seeing as it was my subconscious that made that association to begin with!

- Although I didn't describe it as such in the entry, I do remember that it was a semi-spherical room that the blue energy was contained in. It was a room of very large proportion, definitely based on some sci-fi stuff I've seen.

Sep 20 2018
(from phone again)
awoke 330, no dreams (not a trace)

[D]nl in hallway then classroom, trying to be sneaky w F, middle school, they have a sub or "numbers lady" helping them, I'm in a desk (shame - naked?), F finds the biology or nursing book, but it's hardbound landscape like a steno book and the papers are warped and barely readable, I'm upset as I need the book, try to show F but now all pages are fine, can't find a warped one (vivid)

[SL]felt like a visualization/hh at first, but was a dream. in a larger classroom (feels like biology, maybe + lab), clear sight of 2 doors, see dcs walking by doorway and some entering, some of them have ? for faces, become semi-lucid (aware that i can control my surroundings, but not the idea of "dream")? start copying one dc using doorway expectation, a blond plain-faced girl with a loose pony tail. i copy her several times passing through the doorway, some going in some walking on, i look at the other students and try to decide how to control them when one of my copies sits next to me, i get kind of nervous and after a second i wake up

[L]I'm in bed and I feel like my dog is going to walk on my face (i feel a presence approaching) but i hear the door swinging on the hinges like it's already open and i realize its F. she says "it's me, june" and is being silly. i realize I'm dreaming but i can't open my dream eyes, so i start separating my dream body from what i can now feel is my real sleeping body (or my dreaming physical body, not sure if it was a copy because they were in same position), i separate mostly and tell her to come with me (still can't see except checkerboard hh, but can hear and feel surroundings as i move) i phase thru the wall next to the bed and fall back, flying to catch my fall, hh gets lighter, i float back up and ask "june" to join me again and i wake up. try to hold on to hh but dog wakes me up. whole thing was nonvisual (not counting the hh-like imagery)

Morning of September 20, 2018. Thursday.

Reading time (optimized): 4 min. Readability score: 63.



Following vestibular system correlation (type one passive) as dream state induction, this stage of REM sleep is typically with less-directed thought processes, so I maintain my dream self as a passenger rather than a driver in this part of the sleep cycle.

I place my dream self on a bus (though I have not been on a bus in real life for years). I sit on the left-hand side (subliminal dreaming orientation), about four seats back from the unfamiliar approximately forty-year-old male bus driver. There is not much lighting even though it seems to be morning. I partly rely on my sense of touch.

The bus is going south, past the intersection of Loomis and Gillette Streets. (An intersection represents RAS mediation in real time.) My mother is in the seat in front of me, appearing as she was in the 1980s. I have no recall of her death in 2002, though I have no recall of my current conscious self identity either. My dream self seems to be about seventeen years old. (My waking-life age is fifty-seven.)

There are clusters of used tissues, some strewn on the seat to my right, though they may not be mine. My mother had given me a small pocket watch which I also loosely associate with a timer. (The watch thread comes from one of the first scenes from “Anon” from 2018, seen before sleep. However, it is also a concurrent ultradian rhythm factor and a subliminal assertion of the dreaming and waking process. The tissue rendering is the subliminal memory of our youngest daughter throwing her used tissues on the couch as Zsuzsanna and I were watching “Anon.” Carefully and intelligently note the erroneous dream state correlation of couch with bus seat. That has been a common distortion factor in vestibular correlation processes since early childhood.)

I see the analog watch face clearly, noticing that it is five seventeen. I hold it up to my right ear (subliminal waking environment orientation) and listen to it tick. However, after a time, I cannot hear it ticking, though, at times, there are a couple of discernible ticks before silence again. That annoys me. My mother is surprised, as she had just gotten it for me. I accidentally drop it onto the bus seat. I consider that it had become mixed up with the tissues. However, I retrieve it just before it moves down into the recess between the back of the seat and the seat itself. I vividly feel (without seeing it) with enhanced tangibility, that it is oval, though when I look at it, it is circular. I wind it without looking at it, feeling the winding crown tighten. It ticks a few more times but stops again. I start to wonder what the real time is, as it has only moved a bit towards five eighteen in all this time. (The imagery of the watch face remains consistent, which is an atypical dream state detail, especially when reading text or numbers as here.)

Instead of continuing south, we are now going north back towards the Loomis and Gillette Street intersection. My dream self does not question this nonsensical reversal. The area does not look as it does in real life. I get off the bus on my own. Eventually, I am in the Barolin Street house (which is in Australia, not America, though I have not lived there in years). I go into the kitchen of the Barolin Street house. (However, there is a vague essence of the Cubitis house as correlating with the living room.) Despite being in a variation of the Barolin Street house, my conscious self identity does not yet emerge.

I am going to get a new watch just like the previous one. I take it out of a disposable rectangular corrugated foil baking pan (inferred to be from the freezer of the refrigerator even though I do not discern any coldness from the feature) in which an uncooked chicken (for roasting) sits inside. The pan sits on a table. I soon realize that I could have taken the watch out without absentmindedly unwrapping the chicken. I pull the plastic wrap back over the chicken and close it up with Scotch tape. Around this time, I start to wake.

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The watch identifies the emerging consciousness factor, which in my dream, remains just beyond one-quarter consistency, though my dream self anticipates five-thirty. I am fifty-seven in reality (five seven). However, my dream self’s age is seventeen (my age when moving to Wisconsin).

The uncooked chicken (potential flight as the dream state exit process rendered as not a viable emerging consciousness event) is the final vestibular system correlation in a very passive projected form with the additional factor of subliminal awareness that I am undressed as I sleep. Putting the plastic back around it is analogous to keeping my bed sheet over my body as I sleep. (This was not the last dream of my sleep cycle.) When I was half-awake, I realized the bed sheet had slipped down over the side of my body.

The bus driver is this dream’s preconscious avatar (not dominant or confrontational as this is not my last dream of the sleep cycle) as well as vestibular system personification (linear). My mother, in this situation, is probably a subliminal awareness of Zsuzsanna (despite the total absence of my current conscious self identity in this dream), as she is the mother of our children (thus I hear variations of “mother” quite often from day to day). It also correlates with the scene from “Anon” where the female voice-over sounded as if it began with “Zsuzsanna” when the holographic watch appeared on Sal’s wrist from the storefront display. However, after “I am an open window…over infinity,” it is “Giguere,” not “Zsuzsanna.” (I did not know this before sleeping.) Additionally, if the movie scene did not occur from the far left side of the television screen, it likely would not have influenced my dream in the way it did.

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I'm spending the entire dream trying to find something. I'm picked up in a limo with a bunch of rich characters going to some cool waterpark right by the sea. As we drive up to it, I see that the slides start high above the sea on a pier looking structure, and dump you right into the ocean. Everyone in the limo wants to go, so we all get out and head over to get tickets. Surprisingly, one girl says she's got this and approaches the ticket guy saying that she doesn't have enough money and hands him a fourth of the money needed to cover everyone. I say I can pitch in as well, but the guy accepts it as it is and starts handing out the tickets. The ticket is in the shape of a pamphlet and opening it shows that there are 3 different slides, each one varying in intensity. I start to walk to the slides, but realize I have to walk through a club with a ton of people. As I try to maneuver through the crowd, I get handed items, including a necklace of some kind. The club is narrow and facing diagonally from the orientation that I thought it would. Someone comes up to me and asks where I got the necklace from, and I tell them I don't know. They take it away from me and I go to try and find people I know. Later, I'm watching something about a river flowing down through some mountains with snow banks on either side. People are tubing down the river while a skier dude is skiing down the bank of snow. He eventually jumps off a ledge and into the water. I am suddenly there in a tube going along for the ride. Around a tight bend, I fall out of the tube and try to get back on. I swim as fast as I can, but can't seem to catch up to it. Instead, I get trapped under some rocks in a small air pocket struggling to get out. I'm not panicked, but just want to get away from this area. I take a deep breath and dive underwater. I emerge in a city falling from the sky, but I can use my left hand to shoot a grapple onto buildings to swing from, like Spiderman. I get myself under control and swing between a few more buildings before setting myself down softly on the ground.

Sep 19 2018

[D] A new member of a BBS/forum commits suicide and posts graphic pictures, leaving clues behind. Some users of the BBS call it a hoax, others accept that it's real but are still indifferent. His name is something like OPMQLN (six letters, unsure about the first two only).
[F] Walking down a city street at night. There's an interstate hi-rise above us (I'm walking with one to five other people). It's dark but there's a sort of faded golden glowing property around everything. There was either snow or rain on the ground, and in the sky, but not touching us. Maybe I was with two people and we passed six people? Overall a feeling of good cheer.
[D] I'm in a room similar to a cabin I once stayed at with F. It has a queen bed and is connected to a long living room which leads to a kitchen. I'm working (at my old restaurant possibly) and my (fictional restaurant) coworker drops a glass of spaghetti. The glass had the noodles, meat, and sauce combined already. When the jar shatters there's a ballistics-like scene left over. It reminds me of the strings Dexter puts up for blood spatter analysis. My coworker needs to clean it up and the vibe is that I should help but I refuse because he made the mess. A speck of sauce made it all the way into the first room, and I wipe it off with my finger. I'm bringing two hardcover books (one is light blue) to place on a bookshelf in the original room.
[D] A long, three-stage epic about an apocalypse. The first is live-action and sort of reminds me of Princess Mononoke, it takes place in a dark forest and tells the story of the mother and child; at parts the visuals are clay stop-motion. The second part has visuals similar to Vampire: The Masquerade: Bloodlines (very specific to how the walk cycle animations look in this game, and the general quality). The mother and child are at the ranch home, but on this rainy night an evil woman creature steals the prize horse. The father mounts an evil beast and chases after her. He's weilding a black buster sword. From a distance, she casts some sort charm/weaken/poison spell on him and he (me) starts seeing bats with different visual effects (invert colors, seeing auras, blur, etc.). He dies. The child grows up a bit and one night rides out to the edge of the field, and she reaches a resort hotel where she speaks over a fence to a woman near the swimming pool. In the third part, the child is grown, and the town around her is separated into different Animal-Crossing-like houses. They each represent someone in the town who's died (one of them representing her father) and they look like russian dolls. Then they all simultaneously turn around and just look like houses (they're lined up in a grid). Their brick tiles/shingles on the right side of each house shift slowly up in a symbolic gesture.
[F] I'm in my old church on the altar.
[D] I'm a youngish man with a wife and kid(s), I've just managed to stop the nuclear apocalypse somehow. There were three huge glowing green worms/dragons/snakes (in some scenes they remind me of Mass-produced Evas), and now they're banished or blacked out from our world. Scene transition to me shooting a rocket launcher, but it just puffs. Scene transition to an overview of the land in black, and the three green snakes circling around it, but being unable to enter (there is a circle that they can go behind and be blacked out, but they can't affect anything (I think in-dream -- maybe they can within the blackout circle). Scene shift to a sliding glass window and I see my daughter outside. I almost get lucid and have the opportunity to, but for some reason don't. I'm really drawn in by my (fictional) daughter and rush outside to pick her up. It's a really heartwarming moment. Scene shifts and it's a third person view and my fictional family and I get into a bus. I'm narrating like it's the end of movie and I just did something badass. I remember the line "I make $50,000." We head out of the driveway and are imediately crashed into by a firetruck. My family is fine but I'm injured, the fire department (and chief) are very resentful at me for some reason. Maybe in the way that I saved the world I somehow stepped on their toes. They rummage through our stuff in the bus.
[D] I'm going through a house which feels more like a gift shop. In the entrance there are some people talking, the first time through they feel off but the second time I realize they're platic with speakers and they say the same bit each time. There are glass display cases with objects inside, possibly this is a museum for one of the apocalypses in my former dreams. I pass through a (possibly beaded) doorway on the right if you're coming in (there's a counter or column or something in the middle of the room that you have to walk around). The black guy from Fear the Walking Dead (don't his name as I'm only passively watching this show while F watches it) is leaning at a bar counter and I pass him. Off to the right is a door which I don't think twice about the first time through. The second time through, I go in and there's something secret and important there, like it's an exit into another place (possibly the cabin in my early dream?). There's a valuable item in a chest which I see, can't remember what it was now.

Date of Dream: WED 19 SEP - 2018



Dream No. 427 - Separated Sections

Dream 427 A - The Secret Of Grey 5-Volt
I can’t remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I can remember, I was having classes back at Killester College and it was with the girls that I had in my year in 2016 in real life. In the classroom, we were all watching some sort of movie but it wasn’t for educational purposes. It was actually a movie featuring 9-Volt from WarioWare and it was about his “Sneaky Gamer” episodes. As we were watching, I said to myself, “Ah… Now I actually know the secret of Grey 5-Volt.

A bit later on in the dream, Mrs O’N is in the classroom and in comes a really creepy and possessed looking JSa. Mrs O’N tells me that JSa was trying to come clean from the effects of her previous consumption of alcohol. We then all exited the classroom through this weird, distorted, tube-like corridor and discovered that we had been going through half of lunch time! I wasn’t actually fussed though because I was inundated with enjoyment from the events of 9-Volt’s movie.

The school yard now resemble more the appearance of my primary school. There was some holographic typing that was floating in front of me, saying that I did such a good job for finding out the secret of Grey 5-Volt that 9-Volt and 18-Volt wanted to give me all of their riches. Apparently then, I saw in detail that I was going to get $5,000 AUD from them as a thank you for saving them from that dark mystery of a character.

In the next scene, I was on a holiday to an unknown destination with my family. It had been a couple of nights and I’m surprised that there wasn’t any drama this time around. Strangely, my dad was demanding for us all to get in the car so we could go home but I wanted to stay right until the end. When we got home, I asked my parents, “Why did we go back all of a sudden when everything was going so well and for once there was no drama?”. My mum explained that they wanted to see if they could save some money for when they have their two week anniversary trip to Croatia. That’s all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 427 B - I See How It Is
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in one of the Killester College music rooms with a broad mix of people, including my mum. The group was split into two and we were in a line each… It was apparently a game designed by the dream. When you won, the person in the other line would be able to talk to you. It actually felt like the dream speaking although this was said in my voice; “Ooh 18-Volt, we’ve gotta make him lose”, because if he won, I would be paired with him next but if he lost, he would be disqualified and have to leave the entire game. I heard my own voice (not spoken from my tongue) and so I looked up at the roof and said to the dream, “Oh, I see how it is!” in a sarcastic tone, catching it out for trying to cause trouble.

Miraculously, this caused a scene change in where I could now clearly interact with 18-Volt. I was now at some unknown shopping centre, which eventually came to my mind as a mall in America. I pulled my phone out and was speaking to a visible version of Dreamy WB in the dream and yes, she was fully animated! She was wearing her Oktoberfest outfit with some make-up. I forgot what the start of the conversation was but we spoke about how the dream had dressed 18-Volt differently.

I said that the dream had given him a lime coloured beanie and that the frames of his glasses were green. Then out of his jacket and pants, one of them was a different shade of green and the other was dark green. Dreamy WB said that “measures were probably taken to cover his butt”. I then said, “Ah, then it must be the pants that are dark green”. As Dreamy WB and I were discussing the new pieces, I was actually visualising them as we mentioned each garment. Dreamy WB then said, “I should probably carry you instead”, she mumbled some words at the end but I forgot what they were. Deep down, I knew she was hinting at the fact that she thought 18-Volt’s arse was so big, he wouldn’t be able to fit through the door.

I also forgot what I said in return but I thought his arse wasn’t big at all. In-fact, I thought it was the smallest thing on him compared to his upper body, especially his hands. The dream then played in third-person mode and it showed 18-Volt from behind, cradling me in his arms, walking into the main entry way of the American Walmart store and no, he did not even come close to touching the sliding doors. When we finally entered Walmart, the dream ended with me remaining comfortably slotted into his arms as he continued to walk on into the aisles.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have all members on the dream guide team obtain and apply knowledge on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with a dream guide already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 427: Results (Competition #7)

427 A
Competition Night: 18
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

427 B
Competition Night: 18
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB & 18-Volt
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 11.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream x2 (2.0)
- 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0)
- New Personal Goal Achieved: "Step into 9-Volt's shoes" and witness one episode of Sneaky Gamer yourself. Warning! Could cause a nightmare (3.0)
- Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: 18-Volt (0.5)
- Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: Dreamy WB (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 56.0
Total Accumulated Points: 67.0

Date of Dream: TUE 18 SEP - 2018



Dream No. 426 - I Teach Jazz, Swing, Hip-Hop And Singing

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was in the car park of Stud Park Shopping Centre and I was talking to GW. She mentioned something to me about how she needed a singing teacher for something. Then Jimmy T. appeared as his character and voice from WarioWare gold, talking to GW like she was already one of his students. He told her that he was a singing teacher and that he would allot time in the lesson to teach her about jazz music, swing music, hip-hop music, and then some singing. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have all members on the dream guide team obtain and apply knowledge on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with a dream guide already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 426: Results (Competition #7)
Competition Night: 17
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)

+ Previous Total: 55.5
Total Accumulated Points: 56.0

Date of Dream: MON 17 SEP - 2018



Dream No. 425 - TAFE Frustrations

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was in this unknown room with the TAFE class that was supposedly in the semester below me. Although I was already done, apparently I was already re-doing the advanced diploma classes with them. It ended up being Statistics with PLu on a Monday which I found to be one of the easiest subjects in the course. I can’t remember the specific details of what took place in that scene.

In another scene, I was at home with my mum and she was talking about me re-doing another subject again. She said that even if it was one subject, so I would have something to during my holidays. I told her I wasn’t happy with that and then she started to get angry at me, saying something to me. I then responded, mentioning that I wanted to be with my family… That kept her quiet. The dream then ended.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have all members on the dream guide team obtain and apply knowledge on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with a dream guide already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 425: Results (Competition #7)
Competition Night: 16
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 3.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0)

+ Previous Total: 52.0
Total Accumulated Points: 55.5