non-lucid

I retold my dream to myself in the morning, not having time to record it. Later I forgot that I even had a dream, let alone what it would have been about. I just saw some flowers online and the dream just popped back in full glory.

So, I'm walking on a stone shore of some kind of a water reservoir. The stone is flat, dark grey to black. It's man-made. Water is on my left, looks long and rectangular shaped. Its surface is few feet below the lip of the stone wall reservoir.

The water is full of flowers. Beautiful, yellow flowers on rather short stalks. Chrisantemum/daisy looking. They are all in pots, and pots are all arranged in a neat grid, all in a larger flat container. There is thousands of them.

I look away and next time I look, all the flowers are now under the water, in same position. They are covered by thousands of petals of different color. I think it was red. It was so interesting, neat, organized, no clue of the purpose of it.

Little later on, someone, maybe me, needs to get to the end of this stoney walkway still by that same body of water. It's all icy and slippery. I'm thinking I should take a car because on foot it will take too long. Then I see a kid on home fashioned skies, made out of 2 skateboards with the wheel side turned up, and flat side was the part he was sliding on.

Log 1212 - Raid on Death Squad HQ, The Gang Steal a Car, Crazy Niece, Apartment Suite Uncanny Guide, and Spontaneous Flight DILD Fragments

Two in one. As such, I spoilered what's below to keep from cluttering up the front page.

Created Thursday 23 August 2018

Spoiler for Log 1212:

Scraps and a very short DILD today.

Scrap Group 1
In a live-action version of Liberal Crime Squad. I raid Death Squad Headquarters to steal secret documents.

Watching Always Sunny in Philadelphia. The gang snuck into a fancy party. Later, they stole a car, only to total it nearby. They tried deflecting blame to another party-goer, despite all the evidence to the contrary (it was said party-goer's car, and virtually everyone there witnessed that he wasn't the one driving it at the time).

In an unknown apartment room. My niece was acting like a lunatic.

Living in an apartment suite with strangers?

Riding around town in a large bus. Later, my guide, E, climbed onboard. She had a most uncanny form, having six arms ending in clawed hands, a row of cannons circling above her waist, and the legs, thorax, and abdomen of a spider below. The interface from LCS revealed she had fantastic combat skills. I asked her to show off her powers. From her cannons, she let out a barrage of energy blasts to the empty aisles of the vehicle.

Dreamlet to dream. I was walking around the block. Got aware. I ran as fast as I could, then hovered above the ground. I soon got distracted by other thoughts. Things immediately destabilized.

Log 1213 - Bandido Blaster and Other Assorted Stories
Created Friday 24 August 2018

Spoiler for Log 1213:

Quite a bit to note today. There was plenty more, though I can't recall any of that. Seems I gotta work on my memory again.

Dream 1 - Out-Of-Breath Buffet Search

The visuals were mostly clear. I was going out for a meal with my bro. We stop at a supposed Chili's/McDonald's hybrid. Among the items that interested me was a ribs combo meal (might've even a kid's meal!). But, I also "knew" of a buffet deal Chili's was offering. My brother was too full to indulge in that, so I took off on my own. I went down a hallway then through the back door of the place. Merely passing through triggered lucidity.

I stopped breathing, and kept walking. My plan was to either 'power up', or teleport elsewhere. Instead, I'd somehow felt myself not breathing IWL, causing destabilization. Some thorough hand rubbing kept me mostly in state. Brief warp to a foggy environment. As I paced through, I willed my breath to become ice. This took the form of ice needles, snow trailing behind each spikes.

Things eventually clarified. For a moment, I was in a large warehouse of a kind. After yet another warp, I found myself outside in a very long plaza, bright neon lights illuminating the cloudless night sky. Such a colorful view made me guess this was supposed to be a Vegas knock-off. Anyway, I still kept my sights set on a buffet. I passed a few restaurants, a movie theater, and many, many tax/law offices, for whatever reason. After three minutes, I couldn't find what I was searching for. The dream collapsed shortly after that.

Scrap Group 1
Washing dishes. I accidentally overheat a large ceramic bowl, causing it to break. By holding my breath, and with great concentration, I rewound time to keep it from getting shattered.

WILD loops in bed. I roll off into the void each time. There was one instance where I flew around indoors momentarily. In most cases, I tried summoning E, with inconclusive results. Woke up. DEILD transition a minute later.

Dream 2 - Bandido Blaster

DEILD transition in bed. I again roll into the void, only this time, I rubbed my hands until a scene formed. I then found myself in an old west desert at twilight, green cacti dotting the landscape, everything of which was 'drawn' in 16-bit graphics. Suitably, the Desert Theme from Bomberman Tournament sounded in the background. Wind was kicking up sand and dust, yet there was no sound of such, though my imitating those things fixed that quickly.

Just then, a cartoon bandido jumped out at me, guns blazing. I took cover behind several boulders and cacti, leaping between each when needed. I again held my breath, this time, intending to become a Spellforged Guardian. In an instant, my form changes from flesh to flowing, prismatic light. Gave me quite a boost. Yet, when I tried retaliating, I found that I couldn't quite get a grasp on this energy. I kept hidden in the meantime. It took a good half-minute of just staring at my hands before I could figure this out. I then vaporized the enemy in a single shot.

Several unknown occurrences before the dream ended.

Scrap Group 2
False awakening in bed. I started partially aware, but quickly lost that. A distant relative showed up to berate me. Cue a vicious brawl.


Watching gameplay of a 2D Dragon Ball Z fighting game (Hyper Dragon Ball Z?), an adult Gohan mirror match. At times, I feel myself performing their moves.

Me and a friend who moved to the US from New Zealand were in the north pole when we found a Jewish church. My friend then sang a four second song about dropping a glass of orange juice. It went like this:
"I have a glass of orange juice
And now I dropped it"
He was painfully off key. Afterwards, me and my cousin were discussing the ethics of having sex in VR.
I will attach my cover of my friend's song from my dream here.https://drive.google.com/file/d/1d9v...ew?usp=sharing

Aug 24 2018

Yesterday afternoon I discovered SAT which pretty much describes what I called "relaxed ADA" in previous posts. I did this throughout the day, and started doing more consistent RCs (noseplug, question surroundings and past actions for ~30 seconds at least, then finger through palm to make sure) throughout the day. Before bed I didn't do meditation or anything, just progressive relaxation and a little MILD. I also did some autosuggestion that I would do an RC every time I woke up, since I've been having a lot of FA's lately and wanted to convert them. Then I fell asleep pretty quickly (and pretty early).

My first dream was of a huge, squarish/adobe-style mansion. I had the understanding that it wasn't mine, but rather I was staying at it. My fiance was staying there with me, and we had some R&R in our shadowy corner of the mansion, where we could still see some sunlight on the terrace. She was wearing an outfit I'd seen recently IWL. Occasionally we went on the main grounds and met with others staying there (non-WL DCs, but they were friends, not random lodgers). I remember semi-consciously shaping events and character actions, but I definitely wasn't fully lucid and never did an RC. It was a fun dream though, one of those simple and joyful NLs that you remember fondly afterwards.

I woke up after this dream and didn't do much MILDing, fell asleep pretty quickly. I'm a kid with three sidekicks, young Hermione and two other kids our age. We're all walking around an outdoor/indoor farmer's market that morphs into an oversized shopping mall. We start avoiding Darth Maul and his gang, they're trying to catch and kill us, or rather wipe out our existence. At one point we're flying around near the ceiling of the mall, dodging slow-flying homing darts. We're also avoiding the big stinky guy from spirited away (not noface, the stinky guy that turns out to be a river spirit). He apparently has the power to reverse-age us if we get to close to him. We eventually find our way into a room with a closet/armoire named Percy. He can take us back to some years ago before this happened. I think this part of the dream happened twice, in different ways. The first time, we all got in and were saved. The second time, only I made it into the armoire and shut the doors tight, with Darth Maul's fingers gripping the edge of the door. He was making some kind of persuasive argument, appealing to my emotions, and I felt sorry for him, but in the end I was able to shut the doors and I made it out. Flash-forward to several years later. My friends who didn't make it out were reincarnated and are the same age as me now (several years older). We are all at a smaller outdoor farmer's market. They are all the opposite genders now. One of them has discovered a new strain of blueberry, which is oblong.

Our curtain dropped IWL and I had to put it back. I went back to bed quickly after that. My next dream was an NL. I was in my high school gym and it was the last day of high school. I was in the top row of the bleachers joking around with my friends during an emotional and apparently important speech by Coach M. I got called out and cried in the dream. Several of my high school friends were there also, and they're some of my dream signs, so I should have recognized them. Despite this, I didn't question anything. I walked towards the exits and on the way out had a heart to heart with Coach M. Once I was out, I walked under the overhang and got made fun of by my friends for crying, but then we were all cool again.

Slight dream scene transition and I'm in the HS parking lot, where I see someone taking my dog into a black SUV. I run after them and I am flying on the street (I think I was semi-lucid here but I can't be sure; again, I definitely didn't do an RC or anything). I see one of my WL coworkers in the air on a flying machine (think chitty chitty bang bang). I ask him for help. As I fly forward and he flies towards school, I communicate with him telepathically and have him drop down some electronic turnstiles/gates to allow me access through where this black SUV is taking my dog. The gates and general scene remind me of the new Jurassic Park movies for some reason.

Somehow from here I end up in a version of Disneyland with fiance. Again, she's wearing an outfit that I saw IWL recently, a business-ish dress this time. Everything is frozen. There's a huge blue bioluminescent flower that's completely frozen. The entrance feels more like a shoddy amusement park than Disneyland -- the sign for it is like 8.5x11 and just says in small Denny's-like font "Disney". Fiance is wearing ice skates, I'm wearing her thin slippers from WL. I get a strong sense of deja vu as we enter and hop over a cold puddle. I can feel the ice crunch underfoot and feel the cold, but not in a bad way...very vivid. I make a comment about taking a swim or something similar

From here I end up at a pot luck that looks like a huge Thanksgiving feast. I brought my own meal though, and I feel bad about it because it's not enough for everyone. I say my hellos and then head to the back where there's a darkened living room (fireplace behind/to the righ of me) and I'm in a chair/recliner. There are some older folks and family members around me and fiance eventually joins me.



*Note: Mostly slept on my sides last night. I think this results in more vivid semi lucids and non lucids, which can be nice every once in a while Interestingly I don't think I had any FA's.

I decided before sleeping that one of my goals is to learn to control fear. I've struggled with it in lucid dreams. Ask and you will receive...

Intruders
I falsely awaken to hear two guys moving in the apartment. They are moving towards my room. I feel fear. I want to get up and defend myself, but my body is paralyzed. I see the rest of the dream in 3rd person as I fight the paralysis, but simply cannot move. I struggle to the point of waking up.

Control Your Fear
I'm a researcher and studying how small animals deal with all kinds of stressful situations. I handle many dead rodents. We basically torture them. I don't feel like I belong there, I don't agree with any of it.

Scene changes a bit, now we are studying the same thing with human prisoners. One of them has secretly been eating burnt wood, chewing it into a strange paste that he has made into some kind of armor. He seems to also be immune to electricity. Our weapons don't shock him when he eventually escapes.

Scene changes. I'm in my parents' place, but the house has many more corridors and rooms. One room in the center is different. It's built for food storage I guess, but it's relatively empty. Monsters start appearing from that room. These demons are large, pale, winged humanoids. Their arms and legs are extremely long and skinny. Their fingers are sharp and long claws. They have no eyes.

I spend a week fighting them. I lock the storage room's door the first time I see one inside, but these demons haunt me no matter what. When I close my eyes, they are waiting. I assumed they come from my dreams, but eventually they start appearing when I'm awake. One day I kill one of the monsters and leave it in the storage room. Moments later I open the door and right at the door, towering over me is another one. I stare at it and tell myself it's not real. I swipe at it with my hand, imagining it to be like a mirage that would vanish. It takes effort, but I manage to make that one disappear with willpower.

I'm sleeping in my parents' bedroom to keep them safe. They can't see the monsters. It's night and my dad wakes up. He asks me about these monsters. I tell him that I've been fighting them for a week and how they appear. One of them appears over the bed and floats slowly towards me. I wait. The demon hovers right in front of me and nothing else happens. I fear this is a bad choice, but I decide to let it be. I touch the demon's face with my hand. Dream ends.

Dreams over the past few weeks.

Jamie dreams have all been short and not very active:

Black space

I'm Standing in a black space with her and we are both smiling.

Chat

Chatting with Jamie over facebook. We both keep saying something about next week we both seem to be really excited about it.

Long drop off from the dreams, about a week or more.

Yesterday:

2 fragments

First one me and Jamie are walking down a street at night time. Second one, she is working with me at mcdonald's and asks the cooker to put down more reg meat.

This morning:

Scary

Jamie comes up to me and says, " this is us." and shows me a kids drawing of her and me dead with x's over our eyes like we just committed suicide. I'm like, "Um, no!" and I give her a picture of us hugging instead.

Switches to another scene of a cinematic shot of ambulances pulling up to a house. Then I'm looking through Jamie's eyes and I'm on a stretcher looking at the men wheeling me into the ambulance... Cryptic.

Other dreams:

Lucid

I was in some big university with some people. It was very crowded and I was lost walking the corridors. Some SJW looking girl and her friend were with me and they kept telling me I was going the wrong way.

I left them and walked into a shower room. In the shower room were a bunch of gay guys wearing fishnets with their goods hanging out. Became lucid here and decided to leave right away. I backtracked a lot and got lost again trying to get out of the university. I found a landing with several staircases going in different directions. I went up the middle one and found a hallway which led to a door outside.

Outside I flew up to get a better view of the area. The building itself was wooden and looked centuries old. I landed on the ceiling that looked abandoned and wandered inside somewhere. I wanted to try teleportation again. I thought of Jamie and wandered through a few doors. She was nowhere but I saw a hole in the floor to small to fit through. I jumped up and tried to use the hole as a portal. When I tried that the dream ended.

Not again

I was flying through a dream portal and landed in a dream with C. "not you again," I said to her and woke myself up from the dream.

Resort

A dream of walking through a vacation resort with a different C. Can't remember much details.

Strange place

I was in a grassy field by a large wooden structure shaped kind of like a bowl. I jumped on it and Saw Bjork there. She said we had to get away from the bad man. I looked and saw a throne. I ran to it and seen a scary guy sitting on it wearing a metal mask. He was holding a metal spear.

Family trip

I was in a strange place with my dad, my brother and his girlfriend. There was a big chute or slide I had to go down but was too afraid because it was a snow slope at the other end. I wasn't even dressed so I told them I had to find a snow suit. I found a large blanket and wrapped myself in it. I woke up before I could go down the chute.

Aug 23 2018

Woke up at 3:30 am, remember bits of a long NL. I was a female (possibly jewish?) in some sort of relationship/society/sisterhood. My best friend or leader was dismissing me from the group sternly but also still loves me and was sad to see me go. I remember the words "Is it possible to always be a mama bear?" with no context (hey -- they made sense then). I also remember a DC from earlier in the dream that looked like an old (current) Seinfeld with white hair. I think I was returning to my family.

Was moderately relaxed but again had some trouble getting back to sleep*. Got up and went to the bathroom, then came back. Figured since I still couldn't get to sleep I would try to relax and WILD. No success after some time (although I had some pretty great hypnagogic imagery), so I SSILD'd and laid on my side**.

I eventually got to sleep about 45 minutes or an hour after waking. I didn't notice it, but my neck was strained because of the pillow's position. I then had a series of FA's where I would wake up in my bed and talk/move around, but my fiance would angrily tell me to go to sleep each time because she had work in the morning. Between the second and third FA, I woke up briefly and realized was happening. I resolved that if it happened again, I would take advantage of it.

Success! The next time I FA'd, I saw apple peelings on the bed, and went downstairs to get some apple juice from the fridge, and I thought about tryptophan and realized I was dreaming! I didn't immediately look at my hands and clarify the situation, but I was able to stumble through the dark dream living room (my movement felt somewhat staggering). There was a terrifying old (demon?) woman's face on the couch, so partly out of fear I decided to leave this dream. I pressed my dream head down into the "pillow" to change dream scenes and vaguely thought of a giant tree as a new destination.

I think that when I used this technique (pressing head back into pillow), I somehow became more conscious of my WL body and realized I was lying on my side with my neck strained and my left eye being pressed in by the pillow. As the new dream scene materialized, It came to me in portrait format instead of landscape, if you can imagine that -- and it was letterboxed (black bars on the left and right). This effect worked so well because I could only see out of my right "dream eye", so I didn't have the advantage of binocular vision to "3D it away". Because of my awareness of my neck strain, I also couldn't move my head at all, and the only thing I could control was zooming my vision in and out.

The dream scene wasn't a giant tree, but rather another, smaller version of the previous living room, only bright this time (with daylight coming in through the window and the indoor lights on). There was no one in the room. I understood that it went back some ways behind me and was dark that way. The couch was similar to my childhood couch (old and scratchy, had diagonal woven textiles, like thick yarn) but was grey instead of tan. There were some objects strewn about the couch. As I zoomed in closer, objects would "pop" out of existence, sort of the opposite effect of the Object Fade setting in video games; when I zoomed out, they would return. There was a largeish button, a cylindrical something, a box, and some other miscellaneous vague items.

I should have tried to change dream scenes again, but I think that would have been difficult considering I probably would have had to press left instead of back to fall into the pillow, and who knows if that would have worked. The dream faded very slowly and I probably could have held onto it longer.

Later I had another FA but failed to convert it. When I awoke I was feeling more relaxed and thought I'd casually try to WILD for a bit again. It was nice because I could feel the waves of vibration flow over me. I was doing LaBerge's "1. I'm dreaming. 2. I'm dreaming. 3. ..." method, trying to be a passive observer and let the dream take me in. Had some very vivid HI again and let it play out before me. I think I got partway there, because I remember my HI started integrating into moving imagery, then mini dream scenes, then almost a full dream scene. At the height of it, I was a point in space rotating around a stadium that looked like a giant thimble. I think I was fully aware, enough to at least call it a semi-lucid, but I don't think it was a dream as much as imagery; it didn't feel dreamlike, and I didn't feel as if I was really "in it" as much as I was just "seeing it".

Later in the night I had some more FAs and in some of them I was semi-lucid but not fully there. Once I was trying to WILD again, but got interrupted by a sudden and powerful fear of an intruder.

Overall, a pretty good night! I'm intereseted to know if anyone else has had this kind of "locked view" experience in their dreams, lucid or otherwise.



*I'm not sure why this is happening lately (waking up earlier and can't get back to sleep); I always considered myself a heavy sleeper and never have trouble getting to bed. Also, I haven't been setting alarms or autosuggestions to do WBTB, I think just possibly raised nighttime awareness after meditation is causing small disturbances to wake me. Any advice appreciated.

**I tend to lie on my back most of the time, which helps with vivid dreams and recall, but seems to be causing problems with getting to sleep and staying asleep if I'm not already tired from the day. It also makes me hyperaware of early morning hunger.

***Also just wanted to note that I've been abstaining from my nighttime tea (it makes me drowsy on weekday mornings) and any supplements (I sometimes use melatonin and/or valerian), but have been drinking half a glass of apple juice each night 30ish minutes before bed. Luckily I

Morning of August 23, 2018. Thursday.

Reading time: 1 min 52 sec.



I am in my Cubitis bedroom. The bed is at the northeast corner lengthwise against the north wall.

Ted Knight is standing in the room while I am on my left side on the bed (as I am sleeping in reality). I see him as with his actor status rather than the role he had on “The Mary Tyler Moore Show.” (He died on August 26, 1986, and today is August 23. I had held no thoughts of him for years though.)

He is talking about the pants he is wearing. I mostly see only his right side. His pants have a vertically rectangular opening on each side, below the hip. There is extra material that closes across the opening like a curtain connected at top and bottom. I pretend that I am familiar with this fashion and say that I also had pants like that, mentioning 1964 as a guess of the year they were trendy. He says that they were popular around 1975. I tell him I was 14 then.

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My dream’s content mainly comes from a subliminal awareness of my right leg not having the blanket all the way over it, as I sleep. I am unsure why Ted Knight was called in over something so trivial. It may be from a scene I saw him in years ago as well as the subliminal date association.

In real life, the last time my bed was in this orientation in Cubitis was when I was 14 (and the last time I was in Cubitis was in 1978), though in my dream I perceive being 14 as having been many years ago (though this is not always the case). Still, my conscious self’s identity is non-existent here, even in using the typical pretense to appease the preconscious. That is mainly related to the infra-self understanding the nature of the dream state without being lucid. It is an attribute that is unrelated to real life. Which thinking skills are present in a dream and which are not has always fascinated me in its randomness. My dream self has no idea who I am in real life, or where and when, yet I remember I was 14 in 1975 (though this is not always the case).

There are two main modes of conversation with the preconscious avatar during the waking transition. Sometimes it is gibberish, but other times there is a coherent conversation (though which still often makes no logical sense). It is the second time that the preconscious avatar (always a different character but usually one of only a few modes and personas) mentioned a random 1970s year. The last one was 1979 regarding the date of a magazine. The preconscious having an association with a newsman role is far less common than associations with dancing, flight, or official authority.

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Morning of August 23, 2018. Thursday.

Reading time: 42 sec. Readability score: 66.



In my dream, I am in an unknown setting, finding myself wandering around in an ambiguous inside-outside feature. (That is, I seem to be outside and inside at the same time. It is a dream awareness, quite common, that I cannot consciously resolve.)

I am mainly near a structure that models Ulam’s spiral. I walk along an outer wall. I see Christopher Franke standing near one corner and talking about a particular song. I have a vague but incorrect memory that Tangerine Dream did the soundtrack for “The Bermuda Depths.” Another male is playing a keyboard. It is supposed to be a live commercial or promo, but Christopher forgets the name of the song, though is not angry. He is cheerful about the mistake.

I continue to go inward around the square spiral. I know I will probably see Christopher again near (and before) another turn. As I approach, I know he is dressed differently, promoting a different song. I know there will be additional versions of him near other corners. I do not consider this unusual.

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76/ I drove a powder blue VW Beetle in search of something. I saw a massive yardsale and was distracted. Parked and browsed around the sales. Tried to order food but they said the food was for delivery only. I'd have to get it delivered elsewhere. Continued browsing. Police cars and ambulances swarmed the area. Someone had been run over and we were all evactuated from the area. My car was stuck in the mud so I left it and walked down the street trying to see evidence of the person who was run over. I saw no such thing. Got me thinking they were covering something else up, getting us out of the area for some other reason. Kept walking.

Hypnogogia. Black flames that were only visible in the dark due to a faint white light that shone at the flame edges, making them look like dancing silhouette flames. People gathered around them.

I was at work in our break room, and decided to put my head down and take a nap. I didn't really sleep and remained conscious the whole time, but I did start hallucinating. I saw a comic book (I was reading some before this) and tried to focus hard on the numbers and words that appeared in the speech balloons of the characters. A few days ago, I considered playing the lottery with whatever numbers I could extract from my dreams. The numbers changed as I looked at them. Sometimes the text was utterly illegible and it took effort to make them 'take shape'. Other times the things the characters were saying (words in the speech balloons) didn't many any sense at all. Like the ramblings of the 'hybrids' from Battlestar Galactica.

Non-dream stuff - had a long non-lucid dream, but didn't immediately come to make note of it, so it's become more of a dream fragment.

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Fragment:
I was getting married to my partner, who didn't look like himself but instead looked like a woman wearing a white wedding dress. I remember a Gothic style church, though I don't remember the layout exactly. The part I was in had some stained glass and the light came through directly, though I don't remember the light being coloured. There was a lower tier with square steps surrounding it (difficult to describe) and there were candles.

There was something about me needing a suit because I only had a hand-me-down suit and I suggested to my partner that getting a new one so late would be too expensive and that maybe we shouldn't bother.

Then I remember getting in a car with my oldest sibling. The driver seat was oddly positioned at the back, and I wondered how we were going to be able to see where we were going. I think it was evening in the dream at this point.

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Notes:

• The whole dream reminded me somewhat of when I went to visit my oldest sibling for their wedding. None of the locations in the dream are familiar to me though.
• I don't particularly like wearing suits, so my suggestion to my partner was partly taking this into account.
• In waking life, me and my partner are really not interested in a wedding at all and in the dream neither of us seemed that keen on it anyway. The wedding theme has probably been brought on the dream-world because I've recently been hearing about weddings.
• There were more than a few good cues to RC, especially given the (unusual to me) context of the dream.

Date of Dream: WED 22 AUG - 2018



Dream No. 404 - Twisted Circus Performers

I don’t remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was walking around a Kmart store but I forgot what as I looking for… I may have just been looking around with no intention. There was a sub-scene playing where I was talking to this stranger man and women who were apparently representatives for this circus performance company. The man was okay but after a while, I felt slightly creeped out by the woman.

The next scene started off in the driveway of my house. I went into my brother’s bedroom and he was in there as well as his friend RK. NB said that he was going over to Sleep over at RK’s place and then a couple of weeks later, they would meet up again in the main city to attend some tech and gaming exhibition event together. I asked if I could attend any of the events with them. My brother was hesitant at first but he finally gave in and said that I could come to the sleepover as well.

For the rest of the dream, I was really excited. Although it was mentioned that we were taking a different car, I went into the driveway and started clearing everything out of my mum’s car to make room for all the luggage I was going to pack, even taking the divider off between the boot of the car and the back seat. There were some other scenes in between this where I was in an unknown area and I was doing some shopping as well as exploring the streets of the unknown suburb. The dream ended right before we were due to head off to RK’s place.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 404: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 21
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 2.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Buy/Purchase Something (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 101.5
Total Accumulated Points: 103.5

Date of Dream: TUE 21 AUG - 2018



Dream No. 403 - Little Dreamer-To-Be

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, my friend JH had originally invited me to attend a party with her on Sunday night. When it got to Sunday night, I received a message from her on Facebook. She said that she wasn’t going on Sunday night anymore and rather that we would go on Monday night. I then went and asked my mum if I could attend the party and she said no. I kept trying to convince her but then she very sternly yelled “no!” and started to get very angry with me now.

The next scene took place in the dining room of my old house but there was no transition into this scene, rather, it was a direct link of the last scene. I was sitting on the table but I forgot what I was doing specifically. There was talk of the boys from my brother’s university having a games night and it had something to do with either dominoes or dice. I wanted to attend but my mum said I wasn’t allowed to and I felt cut about that.

Then out of nowhere, an envelope appears on the dining room table. I open the envelope to find that it is something from JO. It looks like an elegantly written letter on some good quality thick cardboard paper. At the start of it, she uses emotional appeal by somehow almost over-praising my talent of music. On reading the letter further, I found that she was inviting me to an event. I said to myself, “She’s just trying to promote herself.

My mum then comes up to me and insists that I go to JO’s function but I said I didn’t want to. No matter what I said, my mum kept going and once again got angry at me. I was thinking to myself, “She forces me to go to this thing yet she won’t let me go to a party with JH...”. I kept saying no for a while but my mum got angrier and angrier and actually quite soon, I felt the need to run away.

This boy appeared and his name was Andreas, I was going to be mentoring this boy for the rest of the dream. He ran with me though the dining room which was now made of a longer area than in real life, so it almost felt like the room was endless. The house then morphed back into the layout of my current house again but that’s when my dad also now joined in on the chase.

Andreas and I ended up outside, I don’t know how we got down from the balcony though… You’d kill yourself in real life. We were now running in the pergola area, towards the fence and it was the area between the Greek residents at the back of the house and the next door neighbour to the left of my house if you were looking out towards the front driveway from the garage. Sometimes I would look to Andreas to make sure he was keeping up and at other times, I would look back to see my parents hot on our tails and not falling back anytime soon.

At some point on the run, even if not his parents, Andreas was looking worried. I said to Andreas while still running, “If you call for Dreamy WB, Murray, or 18-Volt, someone will come and help you”, emphasising their names their names in a clear tone so he would understand. Firstly Andreas tried calling for Dreamy WB but nothing happened. He then decided to try 18-Volt next but nothing happened either. Andreas looked at me like “we’re doomed”; I suggested that he should try for 18-Volt again.

Second time lucky we were as something happened. The dream camera lifted up a bit to show the crystal clear blue sky. A very feint projection of 18-Volt showed, pointing towards the sun. He then disappeared and the sun came closer, shooting a thin ring of visible energy out from it. It didn’t affect me or Andreas but as the ring hit my mum and dad, they were pushed back slightly, allowing us a window of time to get away.

We indeed had more time that I could now plan how we were going to get out of the area. In order to be able to leave the area, we would have to go over all the houses, and so I taught Andreas how to jump onto rooftops in a sort of moon-jump motion. I was standing on one rooftop as I instructed Andreas on how to get onto consecutive rooftops without touching the ground. I then also told him that it was easier if he could find flat rooftops.

For some reason, after that, my attention was drawn back to the music room and so I actually went backwards. Andreas followed and I entered the music room to investigate some piece of musical equipment. I then had a thought that I have every colour of belt in my wardrobe except orange. There I saw it, apparently it was my orange belt with flower decorations attached onto it and my dad was using that belt to secure a piece of his equipment in place.

I quietly removed the belt off the piece of equipment and put in on myself. As I looked though the glass door, it acted as a mirror and so I was able to see the outfit I was wearing. Once I discovered the outfit I was wearing, I felt starstruck and so proud of myself… I love colourful outfits and that’s what I was wearing. It was a light blue denim dress with the orange belt, as well as coral coloured leggings and orange flats.

Soon though, the sight of my dad coming towards the music room caught my eye and I started to freak out. I had started running too late though as my dad saw but then he said something to me, I forgot what it was though. A big sign of relief had hit me and I had stopped, knowing that my dad wasn’t angry at me. With Andreas still standing at the side, not doing anything, my dad made a comment on my clothing and said that he liked more plain designs; he said he would have preferred it if I was wearing something like a dark grey and murky green. The dream then ended there.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 403: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 20
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: 18-Volt (Not on DG team yet - See side note)
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 7.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Help Someone In Need: Andreas (1.0)
- 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0)

+ Previous Total: 94.5
Total Accumulated Points: 101.5



As soon as I write to someone new, the dream thinks I want another dream guide. I literally quoted in my letter to 18-Volt that as a full-time gamer in 4th grade, he is likely to have little to no understanding of the dream world and its principles. So therefore, I was anticipating a more casual interaction, kind of like interacting with a friend in real life. I thought to be either directing and orientating him myself or alternatively, going down to his level and doing what he wants to do. So even though the dream seems to be pushing 18-Volt towards the direction of dream guide, I've placed him on trial for the rest of August (meaning he will not score points for dream guide assistance in this competition). If he continues to provide meaningful advice and assistance, then he will be granted the position of the third Dream Guide Team Member from September. 18-Volt's trial will be fast-tracked if he manages to pull off something amazing (based on the dreamer's discretion), this is feasible because the August guide currently in Slot 3 has not performed, so there are no points that have to be altered if 18-Volt exceeds the expectations of his trial.

Morning of February 22, 2016. Monday.

Reading time: 5 min 42 sec. Readability score: 66.



My family and I are leaving our home on Stadcor Street due to an understanding that Daniel (Zsuzsanna’s younger half-brother on her mother’s side) is ill and could make us sick. (This is illogical because he is not around or likely to visit.) I carry a big suitcase as we all leave our house. We walk toward the city of Brisbane, but I have the idea we will be walking to America to avoid getting the illness.

Eventually, we are sitting at a bus stop in an unfamiliar area with other people after I get tired of walking. (There are at least two bus shelters oriented end to end.) I am uncertain when the bus will arrive or if it will take us to our destination (closer to America, reachable by a short bridge from Australia as they are next to each other in my dream). I begin to realize that I have a car we can use that should be appearing soon. I think it is the fancy white car across the street. As I go to it, I look at the back to notice my first name written clearly above the license plate. That may be evidence it is my car though I consider it may belong to someone else. The door on the front left side is open, and we all get in, though I am the only one that sits in front. I assume the car has three rows of seats, as otherwise, all of us would not be able to fit. There is a periscope as well as an automatic pilot. I quickly drive off while vaguely thinking that it still might be someone else’s car but this is not a concern.

I safely and effortlessly drive through buildings, solid walls, and over water. I stop at a rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. I look over the cliff to see a few men wandering about on the rocks about ten feet below. Now there is an unknown homeless male with us, and I offer him food. (He has not eaten for a few days and has been wandering in the region.) I pick up a suitcase to use infra-control as a potential to create food in it, but upon opening it, there are only my family’s folded clothes inside, I then open a rucksack and reach in expectantly and see I am holding a baguette. He is cheerfully thankful, as it is his favorite food. I reach in and produce a second one, which I also give him.

I think about how the southeast section of America nearly touches the northwest section of Australia. It is like I see the Strait of Juan De Fuca (northwest above Washington state in reality) in the northwest corner of Australia, and that links to Charleston, North Carolina. Part of it could be confusing the Victoria above Washington state with the Victoria in Australia. It is not only an error of country location. I think we are still in Brisbane (the opposite side of Australia than my dream’s implication). (However, if you rotate Australia around to line up with the USA, the two Victorias are in the same area, though one is a city and one is a state.)

We are now at a Brisbane train station. It seems to be nighttime. There is a Russian wolfhound (Borzoi) lying on one of the benches. It possesses the soul of an unknown man’s ex-girlfriend. He hired a cult leader (present near a waiting train) to transform her with magic. I talk to the dog. She acts as if I am ridiculous in talking to her and makes a sarcastic remark about people who talk to dogs. There is an ambiguous awareness that I am in a bus station and the dog is a greyhound (as a Greyhound is a kind of bus). The increasing ambiguity, along with the dog’s sarcastic attitude, annoys me. I decide to help her even though she seems resigned to her fate.

I tell the young male cult leader that I will change the dog back, but he believes he is the only one with magical powers. I say, “…and now a golden candle, taller than me, appears here,” and it happens. A golden candle taller than I appears before me in a giant brass candle holder. He is amazed and stunned. It gets smaller until it is of standard size. I place it atop a small, round, wooden table that belongs to be the cult leader (even though it is a public area). Some blue, jellylike wax overflows from the giant candle holder. I apologize to him in case any of it falls out to damage the tabletop, though this does not occur. From here, looking at the mixed colors brings me into an abstract state, and I slowly wake.

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Dream errors other than known infra-control: We have not lived on Stadcor Street for years. One cannot walk to America from Australia, and they are not next to each other. I could not carry a big heavy suitcase very far in waking life. Maps (as well as location orientation) are hardly ever realistic or correct in dreams. I do not question blue wax coming from a yellow candle. I do not recognize a talking dog or magical abilities as strange.

Dream opposites: Walking south to Brisbane would imply walking in the opposite direction of where America would be, though this distorts in conflicting ways later. One of the reasons for our move to Bundaberg was concern over an illness more likely to be present in Brisbane (SARS), opposite inference to my dream’s scenario.

Dream accuracies: My infra-self is similar to my current conscious self in marriage and family status (as well as living in Australia).

Subliminal, liminal, and lucid creation and control of dream content: The summoning of the car with my name on the back is common subliminal control of the dream state, having nothing to do with real life. I have often deliberately done this in both lucid and non-lucid dreams. A car represents maintaining the illusory physicality of the dream state. Driving through buildings, walls, and over water (of which I also do with my illusory dream body without a car) is infra-control, unrelated to real life. I often use infra-control or control when lucid to create and control dream factors. The appearance of clothes is a typical infra-sign I am dreaming (as I do not wear clothes in bed while sleeping). My effort worked on the second attempt, which is common.

General concepts: It is usually harder for me to walk in both non-lucid and lucid dreams than to fly (though I usually end up flying whenever I had been walking for a time). With the highest level of lucidity, walking is more thrilling than flying, as the realism of physicality is more defined and accurate. Since early childhood, I have used reading to attain more of a focus on the dream state (though sometimes the writing changes or becomes nonsensical), especially in reading my name somewhere as here. I use yellow and creating and lighting candles (in both lucidity and non-lucidity) to clarify my conscious self identity in the dream state. The homeless man was a preconscious witness to my mode of awareness while the cult leader was this dream’s preconscious avatar. It all comes down to whether the processes of my reticular formation (RAS) have more or less control as my emerging consciousness (the dog in this case) in the waking transition. A dog usually represents how much control I have in the dream state. Animals becoming people is a common waking status, or in fact, anything going from unlikely (such as a talking dog) to resolved.

Prescience (updated same day): When I went outside tonight, I found a rucksack of the same colors and size as the one from my dream, lying just outside our house near the curb, that someone could only have dropped tonight. I felt what could have been a baguette through the canvas, but it turned out to be a tall empty water bottle. Zsuzsanna first thought a hookah was sticking out from it, and so did I for a second, until I realized it was a large hydration pack (the kind with a long transparent hose). Looking inside, I discovered it belonged to a Swedish male named Axel. The only other contents were documents, most related to applying for a tax file number. He may have lost it from his bicycle, or maybe someone stole it from him and tossed it.

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