Non-Lucid Dreams
Date of Dream: SAT 11 AUG - 2018 Dream No. 394 - You Don't Make Maths Fun I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was in the foyer of the main drama theatre at Monash University. One of my high school teachers Mr McPh. approached me and held up a massive sheet full of mathematical sketches right in front of my face. He wasn’t yelling but he was randomly declaring all these concepts to me which I just computed as utter gibberish. That’s all I can remember for this dream. Dream Tasks - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially) - Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No) - 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 394: Results (Competition #6) Competition Night: 10 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 7.5 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - 7-Day Recall Chain (7.0) + Previous Total: 67.0 Total Accumulated Points: 74.5
Date of Dream: FRI 10 AUG - 2018 Dream No. 393 - Back In Grade Four I can’t remember much about this dream. I was at my old primary school, in the exact same classroom as I was in grade four in real life. Also, my grade four teacher was there. In this dream, she was being really strict and nasty. That’s all I can remember for this dream. Dream Tasks - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially) - Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No) - 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 393: Results (Competition #6) Competition Night: 9 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: 66.5 Total Accumulated Points: 67.0
Date of Dream: THU 9 AUG - 2018 Dream No. 392 - All Roads Lead To Chadstone I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at some unknown flood-plane area, although I could tell it was near the Eastlink Freeway. Apparently, I was supposed to find my way to Chadstone Shopping Centre, feeling lost at the current moment. I flew down this dirt track and ended up near one of the entrances to Jells Park. “How do I get to Chadstone from here?”, I thought to myself. I tried to fly towards the direction of Glen Waverley. I was in a shopping centre that looked nothing like The Glen in real life and that’s where I met up with my brother. To traverse through the almost empty and boring looking shopping centre, I had to squeeze through some really tight holes, even crawling at some stages. Eventually, my brother and I got out onto the main road which did this time look like it does in real life. Now I had some orientation of where I was at and I told my brother how we could get to Chadstone. I told him that we should keep heading down this road to get to the other freeway and then we’d be on the right track. Once we were on that freeway though, there was a weird floating stone contraption that I had to traverse across. I can only remember up to the point when I exited out the other side of the weird stone contraption. Dream Tasks - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially) - Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No) - 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 392: Results (Competition #6) Competition Night: 8 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 7.0 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0) - Fly (1.0) + Previous Total: 59.5 Total Accumulated Points: 66.5
Aug 16 61/An old, beautiful neighborhood was to be demolished to build an ugly apartment building. I rode a bike in the area and reminisced about my childhood there. One of the many churches about to be demolished, was open. I went inside and everything was for sale. Made me sad. Was this progress or pure greed? I went to the other churches and they were already abaondoned, standing like stone skeletons. 62/Shopped with some friends. I bought a new set of used golf clubs which turned into fighting staffs at some point. A friend had bought some 3d printed guns and shot them off right there in the city. A guy came from out of an alley and joined in the shooting. I left. Found a pawn shop that ended up hanging out in because of the conversations. Fragments Woke up several times and vaguely remember a women, or women, had been talking to me. A man, who looked the color of clay pots, sang something walking toward me.
I was in this very modern, futuristic looking city or resort. Have a feeling it was in Middle East, Saudi Arabia, Dubai... It kinda looked like Dubai with all super tall buildings made from glass. All shiny, clean. I walked out on a balcony, realizing it's miles above the ocean, the floor is glass, and there is not much of a railing around. I dropped to the ground and backed out on all four, scared. Haha. I wanted to do something good, so I went to look for someone bad. I found a guy trying to take hostages or something. I took a grenade away from him and threw it out the window just in time. Interesting thing is, that I don't think he was gonna do anything bad, until I kinda forced it with my mind.
Morning of August 16, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 1 min 33 sec. Readability score: 61. My dream starts out in what is a rare type of rendering with the factors contained in a “box” as separate from the dream self, but subliminally chosen by the dream self. (This stems from the “Don’t Open Till Doomsday” episode of “The Outer Limits,” which I saw at age 4. I had been in and out of various vivid dreams and inexplicable states of consciousness, and have been fascinated with them ever since.) Theodore Bikel appears in a Christmas scene within this “box.” It has the essence of “The Night Before Christmas” Whitman punch out diorama that I put together each year as a boy. He is singing a Christmas song, though I do not recognize it. It is a tradition. Someone is playing a piano on the other side of the room from him. Family members are present. There is much joy. After a time, I am absentmindedly putting another box “into” it. The process is abstract without a way to resolve it in conscious terms. The second box is similar to the previous, except that someone is playing a smaller and tinny-sounding keyboard. It is about two-thirds “into” the first box, moving in at an angle from above, before my dream’s level of focus changes. Now I am looking at another “box” of entertainment. In the background is an unknown male wearing a Christmas tree costume (though most of his face is visible), with a yellow five-pointed star as a cap. In the foreground and to the left is a young girl (unfamiliar) sitting in an armchair and wearing all of a bird costume except for the head. In her right hand, she operates a bird hand puppet. The association with birds, airplanes, or unaided flight as the vestibular system correlation of the waking process has occurred in at least one dream every sleep cycle for over fifty years, but this instance is more unusual than usual. The hand puppet signifies dream control (and VSC mediation) and resultant VSC RAS modulation without lucidity in this case. The unknown young girl is this dream’s typical preconscious avatar and VSC personification, and as usual, guiding my return to consciousness without RAS conflict (or the biological falling start). The male is my essence, a tree (physical body not moving in sleep) with the yellow star (emerging consciousness factor).
Morning of August 16, 2018. Thursday. Dream #: 18,868-02. Reading time: 2 min 15 sec. In subliminal mode (dream creation and control without lucidity), my dream self chooses to ride in the back of a car. (This is the same stem of subliminally desired vestibular system correlation that otherwise creates flight events but with less anticipation of the biological process that results in a falling start). After creating this scene as a passive transition, I watch the scenery to my right. I am uncertain of who the driver is. (It is the preconscious avatar of course, but I remain unsure of its identity in this segment, but I vaguely perceive it is female, probably a thread of conscious self identity implying Zsuzsanna, as she is sleeping on my left at the time.) It seems to be late morning. It is a beautiful sunny day under blue skies. We go past an enormous cow pasture on our right. There is not much definition of the driver on the left. It is an American car. (I am subliminally choosing not to augment my dream, as I sleep on my left side). Despite its size, there are only a few cows here and there, which I find puzzling. They are all black-and-white Holstein cows of a very similar appearance as if my dream utilized the Photoshop clone stamp tool. Eventually, we come to crossroads (which represents reticular formation mediation). I look back and see that one end of the cow pasture (on the road perpendicular to the one we are on) is unfenced. There are several houses along that area with large side yards. I start to wonder if cows sometimes get out through that area. (This is a very passive changeover of liminal space division, which a fence otherwise represents. Of course, this scene also causes my dream to jump into a different stage.) I am now inside a big featureless room that is not well lit. An unfamiliar male climbs a rope up to a square cage hanging from the ceiling that is almost touching it. A bobcat is sitting inside the cage. The man, who reminds me of the essence of a magician, opens the door of the cage and starts petting the bobcat. It seems very tame. The man and the bobcat start hugging and kissing. I soon wake. Climbing a rope (whether or not it is the dream self or projected into an avatar) is usually the final metaphorical representation of vestibular system correlation during the waking process, though it is less common than flight-related events. A cat is a form of the preconscious as a “witness” to the dream state, while the man is a transition of the dream self and an emerging consciousness factor. It is a unification (coalescence) process. My dream’s model is typical (though again, not as common as flight-related vestibular modulation), for example, “Climbing a Vine” (March 4, 2017), uses the same model, only it is integrated rather than projected. Additionally, that dream perceives the reticular formation as a possible threat rather than resolving liminal space with unification. The dynamics behind this dream stem from having watched “Sabretooth” (2002) with Zsuzsanna last night. It transmuted the negative unification factor (as the cat in the movie attacked and ate people) into a more harmonious unification factor. It is the desired waking process rectification other than when the immune system is under attack (as in my “Night of the Rat” dream from April 8, 1978).
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Non-dream stuff - woke up at about 10:45, remembering mainly one non-lucid dream. Dream sequence: The first part I can remember is in an underground tunnel, with a road. It was dark and there were old sodium-type lights, the orange streetlight kind of lamps. There was also this area that joined with the tunnel. There were no cars and I went through the joined area and there was a man; I stabbed him in the back and continued on forward, running I think. Then my "view" changed, from the same height as him, I could see the man lying face down on the ground, with a lot of blood under him, and with his face in a state of surprise and shock, eyes opened. But then he got up. Now he was naked, and he had tattoos, he also had a 9mm type pistol and he was scared and paced backwards toward an elevator. My view followed in front of him as he got into the elevator. Inside it was mostly chrome/steel, maybe with one mirror. It was very bright inside the elevator and the man was still shaking; he made it go up, I think. My point of view changed to be behind him, as the lift arrived. There were some bodyguard types in a dark room and he asked them for help, they were like his henchmen; I can't remember what happened here exactly but then he walked into that room and then another, and the other guys were gone again. And in the other room was me, and the man was surprised to see me. He got a katana from somewhere and tried to cut my head off, and succeeded, but only for my dream self to disappear and another to reappear in the same place, taunting him. I explained to him, this was his dream, and he could not get rid of me (which doesn't make sense 100% and also I failed to realise it was a dream... ) He kept trying to cut my head off, the same thing happening repeatedly, and he was obviously getting frustrated. Then the dark room was not a room at all anymore; we were outdoors in a japanese-style house garden and it was day, with a few clouds. He still had his katana but I was at a distance now, and I had a weapon now too, either a katana or a naginata. I rushed to attack him with confidence and he struggled to predict my moves. I can't really seem to remember the ending. Notes: I don't really know who the man was, but I remember his role was that of a criminal leader or something. He had long black hair, but I do not remember his clothes, when he had them.The elevator is a common recurring dream-sign, though it usually involves me rather than someone else.As far as I can remember, most of the setting was dream-generated.I spoke to the man about the nature of the dream, his dream, even. But then I didn't realise the nature of my own dream; it is as though I was a dream character to this dream character man of mine.I did not feel pain from the beheading but perhaps remember feeling a slight pressure from the blade initially.
I was a character, a woman. I was trapped on a steep beach, with the ocean's waters steadily rising. The sky was covered in grey clouds and the atmosphere was very dark and foreboding. I climbed the beach to escape the water, but was then blocked by a fence. I climbed the fence and run away from the ocean. I was shocked this worked, as I somewhat subconsciously realized this never works in nightmares. I traveled a ways until I got to a large house. The headquarters of my 'faction'. We were a faction aligned with some ideal I agreed with, and we had some problems with the government. I think we needed to silence someone who'd been captured by the FBI. The others were discussing a plan to just bomb the whole FBI building. I didn't feel right about this. It felt was too extreme to my liking.
I could fly. I was in a street, trying to show off. I tried to dive down and go as low as possible before pulling up again. I misjudged my approach and had to land (hard) as I came down too steeply. I looked to the horizon and saw a massive mushroom cloud rising. Then there were several. I was in denial for a brief moment, but finally accepted this was really happening. What followed was hectic. I turned on the news, which was about the attack. They said the explosions were at least a hundred kilometers away, but I could see with the naked eye that the wave of debris was moving quite fast. I knew I wasn't safe no matter what the news said. I decided to call my mother, who lives very close to me, to discuss a plan. I realized I'd planned to plan this possibility in advance, but never got to it and kept postponing it because I thought it would never really happen. I tried calling her, but I was inexplicably using a rotary phone which was very difficult to use (I was making mistake due to nerves). There was an invasion of Martian tripods. They destroyed a lot, but took some humans prisoner, including me. We were escorted by one of the massive machines to a kind of work camp. We decided to try and escape. I remember digging through the dirt (it was a kind of mine) for a way out. It was very narrow and I felt very claustrophobic. Finally, I dug my way out. I found myself somewhere high up. There was a soldier of some kind, here to rescue us. There was a chopper waiting on the ground for extraction. I held onto the soldier and he jumped down, opening his parachute to break the fall. I know that's not how parachutes work, but whatever. We got on the chopper and flew off before the tripods could get us. This whole dream was most likely inspired by watching a CinemaSins video about 'Ready Player One', in which there's a scene featuring Martian war machines from the 1953 movie.
Alright I have had enough of these dreams where I almost get molested by creepy dudes. Is it a subconscious fear I have now? I wonder where the hell it came from because I want it gone. I was on a lake/ocean in a boat/vehicle. A family member was with me, but then they left for some reason. They said they'd be back soon, but as I was waiting I heard a very disturbing sound beneath me. It sounded like the growl of a large and ancient beast. It sounded similar to this one, with the reverberating breathing. It was loud and made me scared to my core. Anyway, just after I heard the sound the car bumped up a bit. And again it happened. Suddenly the vehicle capsizes. I had opened the window a bit earlier to try to see what had made that noise, but now that I was capsizing I tried to roll the window up but I didn't have enough time. I saw the water coming closer and I took a deep breath. I then fell into the water and dove as far as I could to try to avoid the beast from below. I was not fast enough, and it bit off my leg at the knee. It then circled back and swallowed the rest of me whole. I tried to grab hold of it's mouth just before it swallowed me just so I could know what it was that killed me. It had a long pointed snout and reminded me of a shark. I woke up likely in sleep paralysis. My whole body felt constricted and I thought I was actually dead for a second. There was more to this one, but basically me and brother were in the middle of nowhere with a semitruck. There was just desert all around. While he wasn't looking I threw gas on everything and then lit the truck and ran for my life. The thing went off like a nuclear bomb. I expected the mushroom cloud and the heat and stuff, but didn't anticipate the flying debris. I just kept running to avoid being chunked down by the flying pieces. It was truly a sight to behold. My brother driving me through a town I didn't recognize. It was a large city and reminded me of Vegas. It was at night and I saw several fireworks displays going off. As we drove down some winding highways at a decent speed I took in the sights of the various light shows and suddenly my brother tells me to hold on to something. I look forward at the road and it has a large gap with the street continuing after a few feet. We keep our speed and fall right through the hole and find ourselves doing some weird roller coaster of a track designed just for this. It takes the speed and weight of the vehicle and as long as you keep the pedal to the metal, then you will complete the track without injury. This thing was wild. It had loop-de-loops, jumps, falls, the works. I saw a smaller car that failed the loop and ended upside down and crashing to the ground. I felt very scared that our car may end up the same. I got mad at Kris for taking me here, and he said he brings many people here and that it is one of the best attractions in town. I was playing a battle royal sort of game, with gameplay like fistful of frags (Played the game for hours yesterday). Each game was 100 players. There were several weapons you could use and they were all pretty good. It was so satisfying getting 6+ kills in a row. I was able to escape large groups of people by floating above. I remembered this technique from my past as I could hold my breath and it allows me to fly higher. The group of 5 said I was cheating because they only had melee weapons and couldn't reach me. I said they were cheating for being in such a large group, and that there was no way I could beat all of them when they're grouped like that. I played a few rounds of this. Out of maybe 4 rounds I came in first twice. I recall the last time I played it the remaining 2 enemies besides me were Conan O'Brian and Stephen Colbert. Conan was weaponless and wasn't actually playing. I managed to get Stephen Colbert, but it wasn't easy. I had to attack his head and he kept using a hood to conceal where I could attack. I eventually pinned him to the ground and sliced open his neck. Brutal. I was at a hotel trying to mind my own business but the people behind and in front of me pressed so close against me they forced me to follow them. I wanted to just leave them alone, but it seemed they were doing this on purpose. I noted the guy behind me was wearing skin tight latex. Not the black kind, but it was red and white. They got me to a floor with nobody around and a guy tried to pull a gun on me while the latex guy advanced toward me and tried to sexually assault me. I fended them off and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. As I rounded a clearing the guy was rounding the clearing in the stairs just below. This continued for 2-3 floors until I stopped and waited for him to catch up. Just as he was about to come into view I swung around the corner and knocked him down the stairs and kept running until the dream ended.
Morning of August 15, 2018. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,867-03. Reading time (optimized): 3 min 30 sec. My dream begins with a non-lucid focus on “searching while sleeping,” which stems from the subliminal choice to appease the preconscious (which does not dominate this dream at any point, only several mutable precursors) in the mode of infra-awareness and infra-mediation (vivified dream self presence and dream creation and control without awareness of being in the dream state). My dream’s template and progression have occurred many times since early childhood, and its essence is established and familiar. The purpose of the dream self is to find its way back to conscious identity for reunification and waking life temporality (sense of time and viable physicality) while investigating the dynamics and artifacts of sleep (for which digging is a metaphor). I am aware of others looking for small gold nuggets on a riverbank (yellow or gold is an emerging consciousness precursor), though the water induction factor is not perceived. (The river is understood to be there, but I never see it. I am mostly facing away from it.) By digging in the soft dirt with my hands, I find what I think might be small pieces of gold, but the others claim that there is no gold where I am looking. The area I am digging in in a later scene is like the face of an embankment, a virtual cabinet of dirt. I find some big oblong crystals, including matte yellow, transparent blue, and colorless transparent - implied to be silver, but they tell me it is not gold and is probably without monetary value. I consider keeping them because of how beautiful they are. I dig into an area and reach what seems to be the surface of a floor (even though I am still on the river bank), only about three feet down. I uncover a swag. I perceive it as belonging to one of the inmates of the prison that has been underground for many years. I open the cloth bundle to find several items. One item is a 15 cm ruler of thin metal and a central open area to each edge. There are a few small engravings on it, one featuring two soldiers walking. The number 1086 appears near one corner. I first think that might be the year it was produced but then consider it could not be. I am somewhat annoyed that what I am finding is probably from the 1940s or later. One of the unknown men, sitting on the riverbank, says he will give me $20.00 for it. I accept his offer. I find an unusual long panel with three celebrity images. One of them is Aretha Franklin (with an obituary). Another is Mama Cass Elliot. The third is Frankie Laine. I tell one of the men that the year seems to be 1968. He says, “I’ll give you $7.00 for it.” It is lower than I expected, but I accept it. I continue to dig. With difficulty, I use a thin sheet of metal to dig what now seems like compact beach sand. The scene changes again, and digging becomes easier. Next, the preconscious precursor is female. I dig up several convict bodies from when the burying of the prison occurred. She seems perplexed and goes to get the authorities upon this discovery. (This is illogical as the area’s contents are already known.) The bodies are of miniature people, the size of big dolls, no more than two feet in height. (The “corpses” are dream state indicators, reactive representation of taking the self out of deeper sleep, which a doll also represents as autosymbolism for my body being inactive while asleep.) I find many more items and sell some of them. Numerous members of the public sit on the riverbank. I look at two stacks of what seem to be Mad Magazines but are erroneously from Warren Publishing. Even though I had every Mad Magazine and Warren publication from 1969 to 1979, it seems many of the issues are unfamiliar. An unknown man shares my interest. There is no damage from being in the ground so long. The man cheerfully comments “1979,” as we discuss what he is reading. I am in the emerging consciousness stage. Finding books or magazines reflects my desire to be able to read (cognitive arousal). (Its original purpose was to remain in a dream with conscious awareness to intentionally read.) Dream state indicators reach the first level. The next item found is an old mattress that belonged to a prisoner. There is a cylindrical hole in the center of it. A man (from the previous scenario) and I joke about how the prisoner used it to satisfy his desires. I dig more and find a small plastic ride-on toy that seems to be a blue futuristic motorcycle. (It is projected vestibular modulation. It is the same cue as a flight symbol in thousands of other dreams.) My dream reaches the ambiguous indoor-outdoor amalgam stage. Even though I am on a riverbank, I am simultaneously in a house with a wooden floor. There are many compartmentalized shelves opposite the river in a big area with wooden blocks for children in each shelf compartment. It all seems to be mine to sell now, though I remain puzzled. Many people start making offers as I slowly wake.
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Aug 14 53/ Learned a new language in sets of five words at a time. I learned rapidly. 54/ Dexter Morgan shaved his head and got on a plane to Africa to escape his life. But he was not escaping. The pilot and co pilot of the plane looked just like Dexter. Twins? Worse. Clones that were each twice as evil. 55/ Childhood home, it was unusually clean and empty. I was alone. Isolated but not lonely... nor was I happy about my alone-ness. I listened to music and stared out the back window. 3 squirrels in the tree outside disrupted my peace. I chased them away by squirting them with a water hose. I then regretted it, because I realized I was alone again. I didn't mind it but I didn't like it either.
Aug 13 50/ In an overcrowded classroom couldn’t stand up. My lower half had just called it quits. I tired of struggling to stand so floated up and over my classmates instead. I floated out of the classroom and through the halls. People hardly ever look upward. 51/ In a well groomed, hilly landscape dotted with trees. A shallow pond is at its center. Kids play, one kid is alone and I scooped him or her up to carry back to shore. The water, just past ankle deep, was full of hundreds of snakes, belly up. There were also hundreds of giant red centepedes swimming underwater. I realize then that the pond is moving. It slowly drains and shows up in an a neighborning valley. It keeps doing this until it drains into a lake. The kids falls into the lake and I have to save him/her. I try to find the parents. 52/ My cousin, who just renewed her wedding vows, split with her husband.
August 10th 41/ In an overly crowded mall and cafeteria. Was very hungry but the cafeteria and stores had no decent food for me to eat. 42/ Was on a safari we came to three doors sitting in a field. All doors lead to a colorful, wild place. We were suddenly in a city. Chaos erupted. Three weird things, a dance recital continuing in the midst of the panic, a piano game that people risked death to stop and play, and a lifesized fine china weeping butler who was alive and didn’t want to die. I found SG and we left to find the three doors. 43/ Explored a serene country scene, a lazy creek, weeping willows. We came to a stretch of land stripped of trees, grass, and topsoil. Men erected a fence. They were to build a factory. This angered me so I argued to delay them. 44/ Wandered a destitute city. Explored the side streets to see what odd shops I could find. 45/ Nephew played outside in a garden, came to me cying about a wasp on his finger. I told him to just flick it off. He did. The wasp landed on the ground and exploded into a small pile of honey bees that dispersed and flew away. Fragment A toilet was disgustingly clogged up, as was my left nostril.
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