non-lucid

Non-dream stuff; Woke up early enough but slept again and then just stayed in bed far too long because I felt very poorly yesterday. Had a few long non-lucid dreams but let's see what I can remember...

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Sequence 1:

I remember being at a street and walking down with my partner; it was day time and I think the sun was to the right, as we were walking in the shade of some terraced houses or the like. We were going to some rented cars we had at the moment, we had two rented cars and one was up the street and the other down the street. When we got to where the second one should have been, it was gone. We reacted a bit with "oh shit..." as some of the stuff we had was in the boot. I couldn't remember what exactly but I think my partner's laptop and some backpack of mine.

I said we should call the police and I remember "seeing" an interface that showed they'd find it in under an hour. There was even a thing where I could pay the police some more money and they'd use a jet to find it very quickly. My partner said not to bother, because (for some reason) even though the car had been stolen we'd only have to pay the rental company 100 from the deposit, which I found to be odd. But I was still worried about our stuff at the very least.

Can't remember how that sequence ended.

Sequence 2:

Still part of the same general dream somehow, I remember us arriving on foot at a house; it was night time. The place was more like a small castle or small mansion than a house, actually; a typical estate you'd find on large plot of land anyway, the building's stones were limestone, and it probably had some sort of gothic ornamentation. I remember we went in... There was a woman? Or maybe there wasn't anyone, but I seem to remember the presence of a woman.

I seem to remember we went into some rooms and dropped off some stuff we had on us and maybe sat down. The memory here seems to blend with memories of the previous sequence, so I'm not sure what chronological order things took exactly, apart from considering time of day in the dream.

Something about secret rooms... But then I remember that we somehow owned this place all of a sudden and that we were gonna change some things around.

Fragment 3:

I think this came before the first sequence, but some game where my partner was playing and he got a jet and I said "oh, I haven't seen that one before! let me try" and he wouldn't, saying "find your own" in a cheeky way even though he wasn't flying the jet too well, as I remember he clipped the nose of the plane on a skyscraper as he was doing a loop. I remember the jet had a nozzle-mounted machine gun and some rockets.

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Some notes:

• These sequences were much longer, but only writing them down about 3 hours after I've woken up, I've forgotten most of the details...
• I think in sequence 2, there was a fireplace that was lit when we first came in.
• The fact we had 2 rented cars does not make any sense, as I cannot actually drive in waking life. And my partner couldn't be driving 2 cars at the same time, obviously. Just this in itself should have been a good cue for RC.
• The fact my partner didn't care so much about our belongings in the stolen rental was odd too. Again another good cue for RC.
• The police "interface" thing was reminiscent of something from a game, I'm not even sure "where" I saw the interface, I think just in my normal field of view.

I dreamt that I needed to pack my bag so I could fly to Italy but I hated the idea of going there so much. I was being very slow on purpose even though I needed to get ready to go the very same day. I hadn't packed my bag, hadn't done any planning or anything really for the trip. I didn't even know why I would go there in the first place. It was just very stressful and not ecxiting at all. I even took a hairbrush looking thing to brush my teeth. Not even sure if it actually was a toothbrush but... anyway. I just didn't wanted to go.

Morning of August 5, 2018. Sunday.

Reading time: 2 min 36 sec. Readability score: 68.



My dream features several ambiguous transitions, as is often the case. A thread of my dream self identity that links to my current awareness of being with Zsuzsanna is present, but not much else.

The setting is mainly the living room of the Loomis Street house. The couch (near the south window as it was in reality) is not the couch of that time, but like the one from Cubitis when I was a teenager. (This is the one where the back dropped down to make a single bed.) Additionally, despite my lack of viable memory of my current conscious self, it also has the essence of the couch from our current home. Three-way ambiguity is a typical feature of my dreams. This setup does not “mean” anything other than the usual subliminal awareness of being in bed. Dream state indicators of this nature have occurred throughout every sleep cycle all my life.

A thread of potential consciousness initiation emerges. There are several piles of magazines in the storage area in the bottom of the couch. It reflects my desire to become more aware in the dream state (by focusing on printed text), but I remain non-lucid. Zsuzsanna is with me and seems very cheerful. I am somewhat puzzled by how so many magazines could fit under the couch seat, as they seem higher than the top of the storage area by several inches.

My desire for conscious awareness increases but shifts to a different scene. Now I am sitting on a blanket on the floor, still an association with subliminal knowledge of being in bed. An unfamiliar girl is sitting on the floor near me. Later, an unknown male is also present.

I am sorting through various items that had been mixed in with the magazines (even though all the piles were flat). There are many loose screws and metal items. Some seem to be part of handyman kits. I start to gather pieces that go together, thinking that I could sell them. There are some singular hinges, but not all the screws are with them. One screw I try to match with the other is too different. (This all relates to my non-lucid dream self trying to build cohesive conscious self awareness in RAS mediation.) One set of hinges, when open, looks somewhat like the 2009 Chrysler logo. (This is probably this dream’s vestibular system correlation, as it resembles wings as well as having a doorway association.)

Once again, there is a change in awareness. The Loomis Street living room now takes on the typical essence of bilocation. My dream self is indoors and outdoors at the same time. On one level, it is still the Loomis Street living room. On another level, it is in an outdoor rural area near an unfamiliar farm. An interconsciousness avatar is present as a farmer. The farmer’s origin is the Loomis Street house’s northeast bedroom, which is simultaneously an open section of a barn.

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I am looking at a metal uterus, considering it is part of a V8 engine. It is rather light. It has what seems like small multicolored scales over most of its surface. I say how it is “ragged” as I move my fingers over the scales, thinking of it as an analogy to long-term use and becoming rusty. I give it to the farmer to look at, and it seems he may buy it for a V8 tractor. It is still in good condition according to him.

The last part of this dream, in part, comes from our youngest daughter’s T-shirt that features sequins which change color when moving your hand over them. They also feel like small “ragged” rough scales. Another association stems directly from many years ago. A highly intoxicated unknown male had stopped at a rummage sale on Loomis Street and bought one of my father’s hole cutter drill bits even though its surface was mostly rust-covered.

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Date of Dream: SUN 5 AUG - 2018



Dream No. 388 - Centre Management Copycat

I don’t remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was travelling on public transport but its identity was unknown… It could have been a bus or a train. My intention was to head to Deakin University to try and locate WB. I didn’t necessarily end up at Deakin though and rather I ended up at this huge entertainment and dining precinct in an unknown shopping centre. Walking around for a bit, I noticed the floor was designed like the interior of a cinema with a specific “star-struck” design on the carpet.

Eventually, this very small, young Asian lady in a black professional uniform was walking up to me, looked really proud of herself. Indeed she approached me and started advertising her proposal of the new Chadstone Shopping Centre entertainment precinct. I paused for a minute and thought to myself, “Wait a minute… This isn’t Chadstone...”, and then I realised. I gave this lady the most frustrated look ever and thought to myself, “you idiot...”.

Then I started lecturing her, stating to her that a Chadstone Shopping Centre was already in existence. No matter how much I tried to convince her, she was insistent that this new fascination of a building was to be called Chadstone Shopping Centre. I then took a new approach, still emphasising that Chadstone was already taken but that she could give the place another name, like Deakin Shopping Centre, since it was in-fact situated near Deakin University. The lady looked exhausted but decided finally to comply with my suggestion.

In the next scene, I was in this random bedroom that was connected to the entertainment precinct. My mum was in there with me while I was looking through this open wardrobe that had all these clothes in it. She gave me a funny look, somewhat angrily asking me why I was putting those clothes on rather than my own. I thought about my reply… I didn’t have any of my own clothes with me at the moment. Interestingly enough though, I was able to summon items of clothing through verbal command. 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 388: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 4
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 1.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 20.0
Total Accumulated Points: 21.0

Date of Dream: FRI 3 AUG - 2018



Dream No. 387 - Separated Sections


Dream 387 A - My Dad And His Companion
I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was outside my house, standing in the driveway and talking to my dad. He said something about him taking a holiday to Croatia but that he was planning to go with someone. Judging by the person it was, I thought to myself, “Uh oh, how are we supposed to get him?”. There was only a short, feint subscene of me and my dad walking into an unknown house and WB sitting on the living room couch, not looking very happy towards me.

The second scene I can remember is where I was at some unknown parkland with other students and teachers from my high school. I have forgotten specifically what we were doing there. I had this ability where I could float in a sitting position, almost just like Dreamy WB but I was attached to a rotational desk chair and the steering was more controlled. I steered around for a while, trying to look for WB for something… The rest of this scene is a mess in my head.

Back in the driveway of my house, I looked at the slip of paper saying who my dad was supposed to be going with. When I had a better look, the name on the paper said something like “Mr. Vaiboo” which indeed was an African surname but not the person I was originally thinking of. Rather, it was some complete stranger. That’s all I can remember for this dream.

Dream 387 B - Unintelligent Dream Characters (Lucid Dream 23)
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was on a bus and it was repeat of the afternoon bus run back in high school, with the time of day being very late dusk but the sky was still pink. The bus driver was supposed to be heading for Endeavour Hills shopping centre to complete the school run but unfortunately for him, I noticed he made a slight deviation. When I told him though, he said to me, something like, “We’re still heading towards Endeavour Hills, just a different way” but I found it very hard to believe him.

The street he was driving down was a court in real life but in the dream, it was supposedly going to link to a wide dirt track in which we would all be strangely taken to somewhere in the countryside. As we were driving down the road to the supposed dead end, I was calculating what stops the three other girls left were required to get off at. I recited the exact same stops that the girls got off at in real life.

A projection of a map was then shown with the supposed route to Endeavour Hills being marked in red. Now the map was being traced, also in red. It stayed consistent for the first part but then near the end, the red line deviated to go the opposite way! Back to the bus driver’s remark, I didn’t think he was evil in this dream, just stupid. I looked over at TK and thought to myself that she was going to be the one most affected as she was getting off at the furthest stop.

So I called for Dreamy WB but didn’t do it multiple times. Rather, I yelled towards the front window and slightly off to the driver’s side, “Dreamy WB! Can you signal TK off the bus?!”. That’s when an invisible energy rolled the window next to TK down and pulled her backwards out of the bus, sending her flying backwards in a sitting position, but moving towards the rightful destination of Endeavour Hills. I did ask if she could do the other girls but I have forgotten whether she had removed MJ and ADev or not.

The next scene was in the study room of a house but it was an unknown house. At the table were me, TK, MJ and ADev, the whole group, linking from the previous bus scene. The girls were amazed in hindsight and what Dreamy WB had done and ultimately, the overall abilities she had. TK made the first comment but I forgot what it was about. ADev then said that Dreamy WB actually tutored her once and she ended getting nothing but A+’s.

This is now the start of the lucid aspect which took place at my current house. I saw just at the stop of the stairs, in the hallway and WB’s dad, Mr Be., holding a valid African appearance, was standing on the other side of the closed glass door, just near the entrance to the bathroom, toilet and laundry area. Despite the door being closed, he still sounded very clear when he spoke.

He was telling me something about the fingers on his hands. He first told me he had seven of them but the dream seemed to be injecting a strange vibe into him, as well as introducing a very kooky dream character for me to deal with. This new dream character was claiming to be Mrs Be. but this looked absolutely nothing like her and the most disturbing thing about this dream’s claim… The woman wasn’t even African. Rather, she was a young, sprightly, white looking mum with blue eyes and platinum blonde hair!

For some weird reason, with no logical transition, I was now in the main part of the house as well. With Mr Be. and his weird seven and then six finger antics, this caused me to become lucid even though I didn’t shout out that I was in a dream this time. That’s when Mrs Be. now played difficult and was going to tickle me in an attempt to force me to wake up. I consciously remembered what happened in Dream No. 316 B and so scurried and rushed to get back into the hallway on the other side of the glass door.

Ruthlessly, the extremely distorted Mrs Be. came running after me but I managed to slam the door on her just in time. That was done, but she wasn’t going to give up any time soon. She attempted to push the door back open with brute force but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I can feel my muscles in my arms struggling to keep the door shut and when there’s only even a centimetre gap, she puts an arm through with her fingers going at me with rapid pace. I tried crying out for Dreamy WB but my airways were completely obstructed with phlegm, meaning that I had no voice.

The fact that Mrs Be. was constantly almost reaching me and I had no capacity to call out for help meant that I actually almost felt like crying. In-fact my voice was perfectly fine when I started wailing and crying, it would only turn to absolute phlegm when I would attempt to call for Dreamy WB. I did have a moment of powerful development though. I came back to the core realisation that I was lucid and so I could overcome the dream’s imposing effects.

It was an empowering thought as for a short amount of time, the activity in the other room with Mr and Mrs Be. actually froze time. In this short window of time, I backed away from the door, walked towards the top front balcony, and cleared my throat as hard as I could, even harder than the hardest attempt in real life when you’re sick. And then it happened, like a little kid having a tantrum, I was crying out for Dreamy WB but she didn’t appear just yet.

I noticed that the time in their half of the house was starting to unfreeze and so I had to move fast, back to the door to continue my defence. This time, I had a plan in my head of what I was going to do. At one stage, Mrs Be. took her time but stuck her arm really far out… That’s when I made a run for it. Instead of keeping it closed, I bashed the door open and made a run for it, missing Mrs Be. by just a millimetre, instead knocking her onto the ground as I swept past her and going past Mr Be. who was obliviously admiring his stylish 7-fingered hand.

Into the laundry I went and while I was in there, I saw this young African man coming in from the backyard. In a panic, I swung the back door open, almost hitting him in the face and as I ran into the backyard, he gave me a look like “what’s wrong with her?” as he then casually continued into the house, slowly shutting the back door again behind him. Meanwhile, I was scurrying down the large sloped backyard as fast as I could. Just as I could see about the lemon tree, I cried out in an extremely tantrum-like tone, “Dreamy WB!!!!! Save Me!!!!!” like one of the little kids starring on an episode of Supernanny UK.

I reach the bottom and open the door to the music room. I enter it, slowly waking in to feel an aura of mystery surrounding me. As I look over to the piano to the right, the lid is off and the keys are playing to themselves! There was no volume though and it was only one key at a time. I then walked further into the room, examining other objects. Although Dreamy WB didn’t seem to be visible, there was always this energy sticking around, making me feel completely calm despite the weird things going on in the sidelines.

My lucid mind then helped me to determine that it may have in-fact been Dreamy WB herself who was sitting in-front of the piano and delicately pressing the keys one at a time. It was my original intention to physically see Dreamy WB but even just getting away from the real WB’s parents felt like an accomplishment to me. As I felt a sense of accomplishment, I willingly commanded myself to wake up and indeed I could see the dream slowly fading out and my bedroom coming into view.



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 387: Results (Competition #6)

387 A
Competition Night: 2
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

387 B
Competition Night: 2
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 19.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- First Lucid Dream Of The Night (10.0)
- Was Introduced via DILD (5.0)
- Encounter a waking life enemy/rival (4.0)

+ Previous Total: 0.5
Total Accumulated Points: 20.0



I don't think I would have noticed the extra details of the keys playing if I wasn't lucid and so aware.

Date of Dream: THU 2 AUG - 2018



Dream No. 386 - The Claw Machine

I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was in some arcade place and I headed towards the claw machine. In there were all these toys related to the Sly Cooper series. I tried to grab one of Murray and I was successful. 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 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 Competition #6 (2018) - Housekeeping Details:

Dream Guides (Worth 10 points if lucidly summoned):
1. Dreamy WB/Miss T
2. Murray
3. Mario and/or Luigi

Emergency Team (Can act as dream guides but are only 5 points if lucidly summoned):
1. Sly
2. Bentley
3. - To Be Confirmed -

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Dream Measurement Criteria:
Non-Lucid Fragment = 2 or less paragraphs
Full Non-Lucid Dream = 3 or more paragraphs



Competition #6 - Personal Goals
Old – On lap travel, have Dreamy WB travel faster than a car
Old – Utilise a time ability like in Spyro The Eternal Night
Old – What visible power/s can Dreamy WB unleash?
Old – Have Dreamy WB dish out discipline to Logan for various unruly conduct
Old – Have Dreamy WB assist with fear control using a valid lift
Old – Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character
Old – Physically reach Murray's house
Old – Discover where Dreamy WB lives; do I live with her?
Old – Get Murray as a stable dream character
Old – Have Murray issue one penalty to the unruly parents
Old – Win against the parents without any dream guide help
Old – Draw something and make it come to life
New – Talk to your deceased grandfather with any dream guide present
New – Swap mentors (The Guru → You) and (Dreamy WB → Murray)
New – Interact with Murray as a complete hippo (no human features or behaviour allowed)
New – Go back to Sly 2 and personally stop the Contessa from making her unfair arrests
New – Have Murray attempt fear control with you
New – Have Dreamy WB meet Murray as a human; what is her reaction?
New – Fight a clone of yourself



Dream 386: Results (Competition #6)
Competition Night: 1
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: 0.0
Total Accumulated Points: 0.5

14/ On a plane/boat thing. I laid across the seats and tried to sleep, especially through turbulence. It was only a two-hour flight, I kept telling myself, but couldn't shake the feeling we were doomed.

15/ In a town, commune or cult? Everyone seemed off. The ones that seemed ‘there’ gave off a vibe of being corrupt. A guy dressed in robes kept following me around and trying to talk to me. All I wanted to do was escape. I friended up with a couple of residents and we tried to find a way out.

16/ Tried to clean my place but it was forever messy. Each time I cleaned a room I’d turn around and it would be a mess again.

17/ A big city flooded quickly. Someone toppled skyscrapers to make a dam against the water. It worked mostly but water still trickled in. Nicolas Cage burst onto the scene and declared the flood was caused by a demon. The demon, according to Cage, could only inhabit the body of a baby so people began killing toddlers and babies. Sadly, I joined in. I began to think he had been wrong but then the last baby I killed, it’s eyes popped back open, they were yellow. A snake toungue flickered out of its mouth and it hissed. I stepped on it’s throat with all my weight on it unitl the body quit moving. I felt horrible. Still do. I gave the body to Cage, who declared the flood was over. And it was. But I still felt disgusted with myself for killing all those babies. We began fixing the city.

18/ I tried to cook a meal but the burners wouldn’t work. Behind the stove the wall and the wood was riddled with ant holes. And there were bigger holes through which huge grubs or maggots wriggled. Were they all through the house? I tried to find someone to help me figure it out and how to rid the house of its unwanted residents.

Fragment: Dream Views bedrooms. I think there were video feeds into people’s actual bedrooms. Creepy.

Morning of August 4, 2018. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,856-02. Reading tim: 1 min 40 sec.



I am watching television with Zsuzsanna. It may be our present address on W Street, though the focus is mainly only on the imagery on the television screen, which at times seems very close and three-dimensional, though not as if I am at the locations as in other dreams.

It is a reality show about conveyor belts in different locations. The whole show mostly features items and people moving on conveyor belts.

A baby is lying on a moving conveyor belt at one point. They are moving from right to left in all the scenes.

At one point, the sawed-in-half woman from “Beetlejuice” (from 1988) is on the conveyor belt, except that it is Winona Ryder in the role. Her upper half is smoking a cigarette. Although the scene is strange, my dream self perceives it as “real.”

As threads of my conscious self identity become more viable in the waking process, I see two doll-sized men sitting on the conveyor belt. That seems wrong to me, as I know that all the previous scenes were “real.” I am considering telling Zsuzsanna that this is a fake event. I can see two unfamiliar normal-sized people in the background, with the miniature men in the foreground.

As I think of talking about the fake part of the show, which seems to be the last segment of the episode, one of the tiny men relates that it is a test, implying effects and camera operation. (I had first thought it was an attempt to fool the audience.)

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My dream self perceived the living sawed-in-half woman as real, without question (even though the movie reference itself is erroneous as Winona Ryder was in a different role), yet when the small men appeared after this, I knew it was special effects. That is often how the reactive representation of the waking process works, as I move closer to full consciousness and viable thinking skills. The same transition exists in thousands of previous dreams. It has nothing to do with “interpretation” (an idea shared by people who do not understand what the dream state is) but is a factor of the waking process itself, which anyone of reasonable intelligence would understand. It is similar to associations with liminal space where the waking process renders itself as features such as a jigsaw puzzle, detective, or an attempt to read something for cognitive arousal. It is in contrast to when RAS modulation uses conflict or unrealistic events to create the distinction and emotional reaction that triggers waking.

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I was talking to myself while planting some white flowers in a yard. Everyone who were in a relationship moved in to a new apartment together but not me. I had a boyfriend but I didn't like him that much anymore. It was awesome when we first fell in love but now... it had slowly withered. I was just waiting for the moment were one of us would say that maybe we should break up? While I was planting the flowers I heard someone passing by and looked up. It was a guy that I recognized because he was always wearing the same dark blue hoodie that covered his hair and made it nearly impossible to see his face properly. Since he always kept staring at the ground while walking by.
But as soon as I saw him, our eyes met and I felt the strong urge to talk to him. But we both got kind of stuck like that, like frozen into that moment. One time I was even sure he would turn around and actually come to talk to me but my dog scared him away. It happened a several times but in different scenarios and everytime when the guy disappeared my dog kind of disappeared with him and suddenly out of nowhere would my boyfriend just stand there just right at the same place as my dog had been.

Later on I went to an restaurant with my friends and my boyfriend, everyone seemed to have a great time but not me. My mind was occupied.
I tried to talk with my female friend about this hoodie-guy that I just wanted to have a conversatione with but she refused to listen to me. As soon as I mention something about him she would stop paying any attention. I didn't dare talk about him when my boyfriend was around either. He tried to make me feel better and ordered something really odd from the menu which I didn't want. So we argued about that. I think everyone could tell that we both were kind of sick and tired of our relationship. Just half hearted attempts to flirt and compliment each other.



Note: My boyfriend was Kris Wu

Non-dream stuff; Just some non-lucid fragments. Must have woken up at 8 but don't remember it, and then woke up at 9 again, initially thinking it was still 8 and didn't make the correct recall efforts.

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Fragment 1:
Not sure what the location was, but I remember volcanic rocks and things like that. Most of what I remember was fighting with a witch over a pizza or something, and she had my yellow box-cutter and tried stabbing me with it. We were locked in a struggle of me resisting the knife and her trying to push it into my chest.

Fragment 2:
Think it was part of the same dream, I remember me and one of my siblings playing a game. I remember gyro-copters and gnomes from Warcraft.

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Notes:

• The box-cutter is one I own in waking life but it's a bit old now and actually isn't very good at all because the blade often drops out of its slot.
• The pizza was small, like a microwave pizza.
• I can't really remember what the witch looked like other than a stereotype, with black pointy hat.

I start off in this dream in some kind of scenario. I'm in the attic at Kenny's first home with my Sister Dion. It is night time and the room is dark but open and large. Some people are with me and are telling me that this place is haunted and so are some of the items inside. So we are walking around in this ever expanding place and at some point and time so one bumps into something and gets spooked by it. I look back and seen something tipped over in front of her. I asked what the hell are you doing and she says it fell in front of her, causing her to run into it. We pick it up and put it back where it was and we continue to walk through the room. Some time had pass and now things have escalated. Now figures were appearing and one came and frecked out the people I was with and they ran off, leaving me alone to deal ith it. It turns out to be some kind of zombie and he yells and chases me. I run but was not afraid of it. For some unknown reason, it may have been due to a tiny bit of lucidity, thought that it would be a good idea to try and possess a zombie. I turned to him and let him come up to me, wrapping me in its arms and I pressed the side of my head up to his chest. It worked. I'm now a zombie but the owner of the body appeared and yanked me out of its body and threw me across the room and into another place with zombies.

They knew what I was trying to do and one zombie laid on the ground with its arms down by its side and then he looked at me. I knew what to do. I went over to him and laid down over him and my body went into his and now I have become the zombie. I stand up and look at myself. My clothes were all torn up and rotted. My skin was dark and discolored and I felt weird. The environment changed and it is now daytime and I seen windows behind me. There was a spiral staircase infront of me and someone came down it and I saw that it was and SD Gundam GM. He saw me as a zombie and pointed his finger at me. Becoming a zombie was a mistake and now had to find away to convince them that I was human. I threw my hands up in surrender but knew that it was not gonna work. he pulled out his blaster and I took off running. I bolted acroos the room where he followed then outside through the windows. I'm running down a street and some kind of music was playing. Behind me was now Captain Gundam and I can see his huge cute eyes looking angrily at me. I tried to talk but it was no use just moans and growls came out. Another SD Gundam spotted me who had a Megazord feel to him. He was red in color and was a cop, trying to hook me in its cuffs. It made sounds as it was fired at me and returned to him if they missed. I'm not about to let that happen and almost for got about Captain and tripped over him. He caught me but I managed to somehow escape and as time went on of me getting chased by them, the music increased in volume. It was nice pleasant music that was a perfect score for this dream. I realized that the music was from Captain Gundam and started humming and singing it. Zombie can't run that fast and even if they could they can only do it at night or for a short period of time. I was tired and knew that I was about to get hurt. They came up behind me, bumping into me and realized they didn't want to hut me any more. Captain walked in front of me and I was gonna turn and leave but the red cop one was behind me. They wanted me to follow them. So I and we end up somewhere in a small yard and I sitting with the tow of them. Captain was sitting on the steps and the red cop was next to me and another third SD Winged Gundam was also nearby.

11/I spent a good amount of time making sure my house was locked up tight and all the curtains were closed. Despite this, people kept showing up and disturbing my attempts at being a hermit for a day. Each time they left I re-secured the house only to have more people magically appear inside. One guy even made sure I wrote his email address down before they left.

12/Drove down a dark road and saw a strange skeletal creature, armadillo sized, lumbering along. I stopped the car and ran back to investigate despite my passenger's objections. Back around the bend the creature was gone but there was a man with a shovel. He jabbed it into the ditch and mentioned there were lots of 'sightings' lately. I told him about the skeletal thing. He shuddered, gave me his shovel, and told me to kill the thing if possible. I went to the spot but the skeletal thing was gone. There was an old house on the corner that had chickens, pigs and a pony. The animals began acting up. I rushed over to see the skeletal thing arriving. As it turned to face me, it grew in size and towered over me. I threw down the shovel and told it to come fight. I floated from the ground, pushed my hands forward forcefully and sent a whoosh of energy at the skeleton. It fell apart. That was too easy. I learned later that it was some kind of voodoo or witchcraft. I used the shovel to dig around the property until I found an old burlap bag. It was full of bones and shrivelled organs. I burned it and the shovel man screamed from a house nearby. He ran outside, fully engulfed in flames. I tried to help him but the flames would not be extinguised. As he died I remember thinking, 'I try to help and just make things worse..." I went to find my vehicle but got lost.

13/Part of a group contest like The Amazing Race. The other teams had several members dressed in strange costumes, then there was just boring old me and my friend as a team. The other teams kept beating us but it didn't matter. I was there for the experience. At the end there was a rave party. I danced with all of the members of the 'blue' team. I got along especially well with one guy I nickmaned smurf because he had painted his face blue. We vowed to be on a team togethe next time around. We all parted ways. I waited for everyone to leave before I helped myself to food and drink.

Fragment- A woman explained about eyes in a different language.

So the dream kind of starts backwards, just so you know.



There was a rumour that everything that had happen during the past weeks was a lie. Someone had lied about their identity.

I was entering a classroom where both classes had joined together to figure out what was going on.
There was a girl holding back the tears. She stared at me with such hatred that it became very uncomfortable. Did she know?
"There she is, now we can finally begin." said the girls to comfort the almost crying one. I guess I was late. But I had my reasons.
I found a spot to take a seat and went there. It was with the guys. All the girls were in the back of the classroom and all the guys in the front. What I noticed when I looked around.
The teacher wrote names on the whiteboard, they were all male names, and began to eliminate one name after the other. They wanted to find the culprit. I looked like I was calm but on the inside I felt so stressed. What if my name appeared on that whiteboard. What if...?
Soon there was only three names left and one of them was the name of the guy I had a thing with. The teacher asked him a question that if he was sent to an isle what would he wish to have? The guy answered: "Money." Wrong answer apperently. The teacher wanted him to pick a person. So the guy said my name and turned around and confessed how much he loved me. I was taken back a little and just patted him on his hand and smiled briefly. I realized that he liked me way more than what I did but at the same time I was so relieved that they never found the real culprit. I glanced back to the girl with the tears and whispered: "I'm sorry."

A few weeks earlier:

I was hanging with with guy I had a thing with and some classmates. It was fun until I saw a younger girl passing by with her friends. She was really pretty with dark brown eyes and long very dark brown black hair, it was almost black. She had a pink dungarees with a white t-shirt underneath. My friends were joking around and the guy-to-be-my-boyfriend brought me back to reality. He wanted to do cool things more fited for 16 year olds and nothing a 14 year old could do. Which was the age of the girl by the way. I wasn't really in for it so I blamed it on stomach-ache. Later that day when I came home my mother told me that I needed to retake some classes I missed but couldn't do it as myself. So I put on a wig with very boy-ish hairstyle and very loose fitting clothes. I would be given another name to be able to go to this other grade in the school. I still needed to go as myself to the classes I already had but aslo to the other classes I missed but as someone else. So I basically needed to run between the classrooms and switch the identities. Why? I didn't know it myself.

Next day

I walked into the classroom meanwhile eating a green apple and looked around for a seat. I saw the same girl as the day before. She was laughing and smiling with her friends. I tilted my head and smiled. Her friends whispered something in her ear so she looked at me. It was so sudden so I almost choked on my apple. She was really cute. I sat down a few tables infront of her with the other guys. The lessons went on but I could still hear her and her friends talk about the new guy in the class. I thought I looked like a tomboy but it seemed like I was wrong. After a long day in school I was ready to leave the yard to go home when this cute girl shyly asked me if it was okay if we walked home together. I was fine with that.
Soon she opened up about herself, she made funny jokes and just kept me in this extremly good mood.

The days went on like this. We met up after school and walked home together. Sometimes I couldn't be the guy and went home with the guy I had a thing with instead. So I saw her standing just right outside of the school-yard and wait for me. It was like I had become her new bestfriend and to just ditch her like that kind of broke my heart. But when I met her outside after school the next day she gave me a green apple. Suddenly things felt... different between us. She was afriad that I wouldn't always be there for her but as stupid as I was I promised her that I would ALWAYS be there. The very next second I knew she kissed me!
I was really shocked and worried.

Soon I would recieve letters home from someone that knew about me and my secret identity. I didn't dare to ever speak of it again and never did that "new guy" ever appear in the school ever again after that. But that was not enough, apparently. Someone sent two voice messages to the cute girl and the guy I had a thing with, it was my voice saying:

"If you don't come to this place before ???? a clock you will find me in pieces near you. All my bones will be broken and my flesh will be cut into unrecognizable...??? You must find me if you want me to live."

I was really shocked when I heard this and tried to find both the girl and the guy.
It took awhile but I later found out that they both went to that place to save me, but I wasn't there and I was fine. The person who sent the voice message was found on that place, broken and cut into a billion pieces. That's what I heard.
The guy I had a thing with found me in someone else home, lightly beaten, but he cried of happiness and hugged me dearly. The girl never showed up. She didn't know the female version of me. She didn't know that I lived. She probably thought I died in that place. She later found out that... that was not the case.

I would very much like to save this for my DJ

A historic dream? A weird meet cute?


I dreamt that I just woke up when my mother told me we had moved to a new house and asked me if I liked it.
It was very old looking, something from the 1500s I think and soon I noticed that my clothes was even from that time. Right outside was a harbor with large ships also from that time, bascially everything was old, okay? So I was just stepping outside to enjoy some nice fresh air in the new town that I hadn't seen. People were walking on the streets and some even went with horse carriage, since I was so busy looking at everything. I got kind of... lost. It was lovely but I wanted to get home before it got dark so I kept walking meanwhile the sun started to set. As my worried grew and I became tired, I didn't pay much attention to my surrondings and suddenly bumped into a man.

He looked like he wasn't much older then me, with dark brown curly hair and very fancy clothing. Obviously a noble.
The man asked me if I was alright and when I answered, with a kind of nasty tone that I was, he became some sort of annoying.
When we walked into each other he lost his shoe and therefor he kept whining about me handing it over to him. Or well he suggested me putting it on his foot for him, like Cinderella.
I pushed him aside and told him that I would never do it. When I looked up I noticed our house just a few meters away and hurried my way over there.
In the distance I could hear him scream out a question about my name but I never answered.

Morning of August 3, 2018. Friday.

Reading time: 2 min 37 sec. Readability score: 75.



I find myself in a big, unfamiliar library that is part of a school building. It is seemingly the end of a school day. A female is present. She may be a teacher. It seems that most people have left. I am asked to clean up, as no one else is going to. I go through the aisles to pick up blankets and bed sheets (without questioning why these items would be “left behind” in a library). I also find a few towels. There are also several pairs of gloves, one pair that I believe is mine, so I put them on. There is also a winter jacket. From here, I decide that I will fly to the north side of La Crosse.

I am soon at the Loomis Street house. My brother-in-law Bob seems happy. He appears as he did in the 1980s. A boy is present that is theirs. I falsely remember that they had a child of about eight years old. Bob tells me that another boy was born recently. I ask him whose child this is, as my older sister Marilyn had died. It turns out that she was brought back to life by a business that offers this service. She comes into the house and seems as she was in the 1960s.

The house now seems like an ambiguous mix of the Loomis Street house (in America) and the Gellibrand Street apartment in Australia. A bed is in a similar orientation as it was in the Gellibrand Street place, where we lived when our oldest son was a baby.

Marilyn seems happy. The baby is on the bed and has a strange appearance, a big head, and a thin, wiry body. It is only a few days old. It is speaking coherently with a curious metallic echoing. The words are soft. I do not recall what he said.

I ask about Cindy, my brother Earl’s wife. She was brought back as well. Bob says that she has “a hundred years left (to live).” Curiously, I have no memory of Earl (who had also died in real life).

Later, Marilyn and I are talking about all the puzzle books she had given me, mostly from the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s, the majority of them Dell. (This was a real-life event.) They were in a big cardboard box. We talk cheerfully about difficult cryptic crossword puzzles. The harder ones are left for me to solve.

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My dream self recalls that Marilyn had died, but also with the false memory she had one child that would now be about eight (though she would be far too old for this to be true). I remember my sister-in-law, but not my brother. I do not recall my current life status, yet the Loomis Street house (America) mixes with where Zsuzsanna and I lived years ago, which means a part of my conscious self identity is subliminally present. Dreams are a fascinating comedy of errors sometimes.

The last part (waking process rather than dream revivification) is from a trigger I developed in childhood, to make a dream more vivid and coherent by giving myself reading tasks or focusing on books or writing (though I also used coins for this), though now I mostly use computer associations. (An odd result of that is how computer technology is often on notebook paper in my dreams.) The association with solving puzzles also directly relates to the middle of the waking process, between the fictitious dream self and emerging consciousness identity.

The library trigger “failed,” but still displayed dream state indicators (bed sheets and blankets in the aisles), though the usual vestibular system correlation (flying in this case) was present. I put on gloves to mask my conscious self identity and physicality. It shows that I was in non-lucid control of my dream (as is most often the case) but with odd results and the usual dream state amnesia when non-lucid.

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