non-lucid

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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Non-dream stuff; couldn't remember any dreams yesterday. Today I woke up at about 8 but forgot dreams so got up and did something before getting back in bed and then remembering the following non-lucid fragment.

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Fragment:

I remember I had a camera-like perception and that I was seeing some recorded footage from a car in New York. People were talking about the footage, and it was like one of those CSI programmes. I don't remember the footage very well other than it was the car going on to a bridge, then making a U-turn and then starting to drive off. Then I was at the bridge place and there was a blonde woman in a red dress, whom was implied by the dream context to be a hooker, and she looked pretty clueless but was related to the car thing, especially given the fact she was in the middle of the initial stretch of the bridge road.

Then I moved away from the bridge, to a T-intersection with it, or rather that its road made with another, and saw 2 blue camouflage soldiers diverting traffic and telling everyone to not come closer. They had an RPG-Launcher on their left hand and a typical American assault rifle on their right hand, which made me wonder how they would be able to appropriately fire the RPG at an incoming tank or something. They had blue helmets, too.

In the distance, I saw some skyscrapers, and a certain one behind another had something funny about its logo that was related to whatever was going on at the bridge, but its like nobody else had made the connection, though I don't remember details.

It was day for the entirety of the dream.

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Some notes:

• I've never been to New York, and in fact have really only ever seen it in games and police tv dramas.
• The blue camo soldiers were more than likely some sort of U.N. force.
• I am not sure that I ever had a physical representation in this dream, so I'm not sure how a RC would have worked.
• The soldiers looked a bit bored and somewhat agitated at the same time.

Day before yesterday DREAM

This was very cool, very long, detailed and it had a beginning, middle and the end.

I'm in a low flying airplane. Coming in for a landing. Pilot finds a dirt road out in the hills and lands on it. We are rolling on the ground, up the slight hill, hoping to come to a stop without hitting anything. Then we turn left, parallel to the hill and I think we are going to turn down hill now and roll down and crash. But no, we come to a stop. I'm thinking pilot turned the plane like that so we can take off easier.

We walk on the grassy hill to a restaurant. Look around and we decide to have lunch, then go back to the plane and continue. I know we are somewhere far, but have no idea where. I look for signs, anything that would say the name of the place. Someone says Puerto Rico. I'm happy.

My best friend M from childhood decide to skip lunch and go look around. We are in Puerto Rico and we want to see the ocean. I look to the left, and from the top of the hill I see blue of the ocean. I say "aaaand there it is". We head down on a winding dirt path and end up by a bay. She wants to go in the hotel to look around. So we walk through the hotel, but I keep telling her that we are gonna get caught, because we are not guests there. She eats from a buffet and she wants to use the pool. But I urge her not to and we just walk around. It's a huge hotel, with pools, hallways, place outside that's in a shade, beach is rocky with clear ocean water.

I keep telling her we should head back, so we don't miss the plane leaving. Suddenly there is a voice on a PA system about intruders. We gotta run. We are dodging security guys through doors. As we are leaving the complex, I see another bay. It's possible to walk-skip on large rocks mostly hidden under the water, only the tops are showing. So you can go like that deep into the ocean. My perspective changes and now I'm looking at the bay from the ocean, not from the beach. Someone is showing a map and explaining, how the ocean bottom suddenly drops into great depth just where the skipping rocks end.

DREAMS last night

Telescope
Someone is showing me and my dad a new type of a telescope. It's small, but it should be really good. Looking at all the controls.

Lava
On the shore of a lava pool. Lava is all white. People are watching how some people are dipping in the lava. Some kind of a ritual, or just display of machismo. Guy comes out, all covered in white lava, and as it cools, he kinda just rolls it off of him. There is a girl and they dip her back in a lake. I tell someone to stand back, because it can splash on us, and that's when I feel lava on me. It's really hot. I don't understand how those people don't die from it. They pull this girl out and she is in bad shape. I don't understand why are they doing this.

I start out in an apartment that seems to be mine, but doesn’t resemble anywhere I’ve ever lived. Hearing a commotion outside, I go out to investigate. I walk across a grassy lawn to where it overhangs a sidewalk. It seems coming from the direction of the train station, which is just down the street. I recall that today is the day the king is supposed to return from a trip abroad: there are probably many people there to greet him.

Sure enough, I soon see him walking by, just like any other person might, alone except for three dogs. One of the dogs, a large and muscular one, is headed directly my way. I’m not threatened by it, though: I don't read any aggression in its behavior, only curiosity.

It’s sniffing me over as he approaches to get it back under control. We exchange a few words. He knows who I am—I get the impression this country is on the small side, and he probably knows everyone here—and he says that he’s honored that I’m residing in his country (I am a foreigner here and not a citizen). He tells me he's happy to be the host of someone favored by the cat god. This is a chaotic, cat-like being that comes around—like any other cat—when it feels like it and not before. It appears to have taken a liking to me, and there’s now some kind of deeper bond between us. It also seems to be associated with the key of B major, whatever that means.

The king is about to leave, but the dog breaks away again to continue to inspect me. He once again gets it under control and asks in a casual way what a sky bicycle actually looks like. This odd form of transportation has to do with the cat somehow—the thing apparently has a whole mythology of its own. I reply that I don’t know, as sky bicycles only take a definite form when several people are looking at one at the same time.

(31.7.18)

There was this town that I came across that was severely ruined and old. A kid brought me there to show me his junk collection. He had claimed this large area and wanted to give me a tour of all his treasures he had. He said it was important that I stay with him, and that he would help me in my quest. Think of this area like the gray terminal in One Piece. This kid had just claimed a small area of the terminal. I got impatient and ran ahead into the inner city. It seemed to just be a few mostly destroyed homes and empty plots of land. It had a big empty plot for a castle with two large staircases that had figures still standing where the stairs would be. You could almost imagine how big the castle would have been at the top of the hill. The inner city would have had about 10 homes, and the outer city down the hill a bit had about 30. Down further you could see a beautiful body of water. There was a building still standing, still inhabited. I talked with the man there. He was in his 60s and was willing to offer me a drug that could show me the past so that I may learn how to fight in incoming threat. He needed a few materials that I could get from the junkyard out front of the city. One of the materials was choline. I left the man's house and took in the sights again. I noticed a statue standing across the town, and by where I was were the plaques. I started telling my brother about this dream while reading the plaques. They were black with gold writing. They were very clean and looked brand new. The plaques told the town's purpose, their wars, the arena where they'd have duels with dragons, their use of dragons in defending their town, and more. My brother asked the name of the city and I couldn't find it. I was looking around and saw a sign that called the town jNIjl. I tried telling Kris the exact capitalization while telling myself not to wake up as I was doing so, but that caused me to do just that as I got about 3 letters in. Turns out I wasn't talking to my brother after all.


I also had an earlier dream where my oldest brother did his ex-wife a favor my taking care of a baby with major deformations and a dog with a broken back. He tried to pawn the injuries onto me and Kris but we were disgusted and wanted nothing to do with them. We were upset at Jeff for ironically not having a backbone and that he should have declined to care for these poor souls, but he does whatever she tells him to and couldn't say no to her. I also noticed our grandparent's dog trixie was there. Apparently they didn't want their dog either. I was okay with that one though, their dog is a Shih Tzu. Adorable little ball of energy that one was.

Another dream involved me at a concert looking for my brother. I looked everywhere and couldn't see him. He eventually finds me and says he was at the concession stand waiting for me. As we were leaving the concert some guy got real close behind me and kept walking my same pace. He was pressed all the way against me and then tried to rape me. By that I mean I felt penetration. Gross. Good thing there was two layers of clothes separating his thing and me, but wtf. I quickly turned around, knocked him off his feet, cut off his hand and grabbed a nearby buzzsaw and put it close to his face. I saw the panic in his eyes and decided it would be more torture to keep him alive, so I then just walked away.

Adding these quickly and going to WBTB.

6. Traveled a twisty stretch of highway but on a skateboard. There were no cars, only people on all shapes and sizes of skateboards. We followed typical traffic rules while speeding along. I can’t remember where I was going but I felt like I was late. One of my wheels became wobbly and I needed to change it. I pulled to the side of the highway and asked people for help because I didn’t have the tools needed to change my tire. No one helped me.

Fragment: Trying to get across a field full of spiky plants

7. On a narrow strip of road in the middle of now where. No one could cross the road. If someone tried they disappeared mid road and ended up on the side they started from. Characters from Supernatural arrived to investigate. Castiel tried to fix the uncrossable road by using a round key. He only managed to spit the road into three. Sam stood on one road, Dean on the other, and Castiel on the middle. Each road was in a different dimension. They couldn't figure out how to cross over. The dimensional split was contained in a roughly circular area. I inspected from outside it for a way to pull everyone together again.

-After sleeping again

Hypnagogia-A crowd of beautiful smiling women mobbed my way. They were all human heads on stick bodies.
-LUCID? A guy reaches for me, trips and floats in the air. “This must be a dream,” he said. “It is,” I reply, then wake.
-A delivery of a rack of books in bread loaf bags. The books are shaped like bread.

8. Was part of an acting/dancing troup though I can’t act or dance. We walked through a city looking for a late night place to eat. We found one but had to wait in line outside in the dark. A storm rolled in and we sheltered from the rain and lightning under my coat, all 25 or so of us somehow. We sang while waiting for the storm to pass. Also, I sw my refleciton and looked strikingly like Jack Harkness.

9. I finished off a project in class, handed in my Poe poetry book and left to walk home. In the hallway, I ran into an old friend who looked kind of like Sheldon Cooper. He was hungry. I gave him my lunch. Outside, I realized it would take 4 hours to walk home, 2 if I jogged. I jogged. Partway home I had to balance across a pole stretched across a pond of steaming and bubbling mud. I made it but my jacket fell in. I finally got home to discover someone in my house eating my food. He cooked me something to eat to and we were friends after that. We began renovating the house.

10. It was very late before a friend came out out of a club. I called her name out the window. She came and got into the car. On the ride home she complained about everything. I tried to point out good things each time she complained. She tried to argue with me. I grew tired of her attitude and told her to stop misplacing her misery on me. I wasn’t the one who did whatever to make her miserable. She apologized and cried and I felt like a grade A a-hole. I turned up the music and sang way out of tune to make her smile.

Morning of August 2, 2018. Thursday.

Reading time: 1 min 55 sec. Readability score: 75.



In the first part of my dream, offset from water induction (which begins each sleep cycle, based on sleeping in the waters of the womb), there is a situation where I may be a witness relating to someone throwing someone into the ocean. An unknown female is sitting in the first row of seats in an unknown location. I am trying to remember if I had thrown the person in, perhaps drowning him, and if so, whether I should leave. (Of course, this is the liminal thread from my conscious self entering the “water” of sleep and my dream self’s thoughts distorting, losing such threads.)

I find myself looking into what seems to be a terrarium with holographic content. A spider is at the bottom and appears to be real rather than a hologram. I marvel at the three-dimension patterns in the higher area. Somehow, the spider gets out, but I do not see it after this. There is a plastic lid at the top that does not seem to fit correctly. An unknown female cheerfully tells me that they had found the spider.

From here, I have to buy groceries for someone, apparently including a can or more of soda for the actor Richard Dean Anderson, who appears to be about twenty-five years old. Instead of walking with two unknown males who are going one direction to do this favor for him, I follow Richard Dean Anderson, who is walking in the opposite direction from them. He is wearing a loose-fitting moss-colored uniform. An unfamiliar man is walking ahead of him. It seems to be late at night.

The area remains unfamiliar. I tell Richard I will get him the drink, even though he is also going to the store. Going into the store, I have to squeeze past a few different people in a narrow hall at the front. One boy has to back up. I yell a few times when people will not move.

The situation changes. Now I am looking at videos high on the wall. One features a man with a nose that makes him look somewhat like a tapir. Looking around, I see other men with odd noses.

An unknown man at a picnic table appears to have a big dent down the middle of his nose so that it almost looks as if he has two, side by side. I start talking to him about synapses and how a synapse controls nose shapes. His nose changes several times as he is talking to me, and appears to be normal at one point. I consider that I may not be seeing him correctly, as he seems unaware of the changes.

Still, he does not understand what I am saying. He seems to think that brains do not do anything. I have to explain to him that they are the most important thing, as they determine everything.

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1. Shane Dawson, his little white dog, and I tried to escape earth before it was invaded by aliens.

2. In a hospital full of dark rooms in which twisted bodies lay in pain. There were no doors or windows out.

3. School, needed to use the bathroom but they had no stalls. Just lines of toilets sitting out in the open and people watching.

4. LUCID! I got lucid by Venus being too close to earth. A woman and I soared through the sky. We tried to fly to Venus but a man living behind the planet stopped us. We fell into the ocean. I saved the woman and sent her home. I intended to meet the Venus man so ran back out onto the ocean but sank deeper with each step. I fell in and the dream destabalized. I floated on my back and focused on the water around me. The scene became stable but when I looked to Venus I was shocked it was plummeting toward me. The shock woke me up.

Woke up & wrote the above dream then back to bed with intention of getting lucid.

5. LUCID! Hypnagogic image of a crystal ball floating in dark. Was on the verge of sleep and started to wake. I grabbed the crystal ball. It anchored me in the scene but it still felt weak. I focused on the cool, smooth feel of the crystal ball in my hands. The scene stabalized. It was still in dark. Inside the crystal flame like forms flickered into near recognizable shapes. The dark pressed and I felt afraid. I reality checked to be sure I was still dreaming. I held the orb above my head. It lit up the immediate area. I introduced myself into the dark. No reply came. After a while I felt the dream becoming unstable. I tried to use the orb to anchor myself. It didn't work. I woke.

Created Wednesday 01 August 2018

Got a DILD to note. Don't recall anything before that. Wish I coulda put what's below in less words, but ah well...

Dream 1 - Turbulent Ocean Mall

Scene 1 - School Bug
Dreamlet transitioned to a dream. The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in a highschool classroom. I felt very tired, enough so to fall 'unconscious' within seconds. In fact, I'd unwittingly dropped my head on the shoulder of a guy in front of me. I did tilt back a bit, caring little of my faceplanting on my desk. While 'asleep', I overheard some girl's plot to cut my hair. She did indeed go ahead with such, but that didn't bother me.

I 'woke up' a minute later. While looking around, I spotted a woman in one of the desks, dark hair, of larger frame, and notably busty. Another out-of-place 'student' besides myself, though it seemed as if I've seen her before... Anyway, for amusement, I shrunk myself down to a few inches. I then flew by the woman to get her attention. Visibly astonished, the woman seized me, holding me still for a better look.

Transition seconds later.

Scene 2 - Stroll to the Ocean Mall
The visuals were blurred, though it clarified over time. I was taking a stroll around my neighborhood. Or, better put, floating towards home, doing so while seated cross-legged.

Skip ahead. Instead of my intended destination, I somehow arrived at the entrance of a large mall, seemingly just recently opened. I sensed this was located in a supposed bad part of town. Indeed, I soon spotted a 'known' criminal exiting from a movie theatre, who'd wooed a high-school aged girl at least eight years his junior. Feeling obliged to interpose, I changed into the form of (Perfect?) Cell from Dragon Ball Z. I charged energy in my outstretched hands, then threatened harm to the ne'er-do-well if he didn't leave the girl alone. He slinked away without a word. Next, I gave a word of warning to the girl. She wasn't at all happy with my meddling, claiming she could take care of herself, and promptly left in a huff.

Things warped a bit. I now appeared as some gangly guy in his late 40's. Supposedly, he was a character from a comedy movie, in which he was a meek middle-aged guy enrolling into a university. I step out to the mall's driveway, when a fancy sports car pulls up. Inside were some rowdy frat boys. Noticing me, the group hurled out drunken insults, then drove off.

I glanced aside. A deep oceanside was visible past the mall's borders, its waters turbulent under a stormy sky. Of greater concern was the sight of various giant figures wading in the sea, one appearing as Ultra-Man, and another some reptilian monster straight out of Super Sentai/Power Rangers. This spectacle instantly triggered awareness.

Things quickly destabilized, but some timely reactive hand rubbing saved the dream. Without delay, I float in a meditative pose. Next, I shouted 'Yol Toor Shuul'. In place of a flames, I somehow breathed out a stream of light frost. I looked out in the ocean again, only to see a tsunami was forming. So, I ordered the dream to keep the wave in check. The waters kept rising, but did indeed stop approaching. I pondered what to do. False memories of my attempting some grandiose, world-changing event earlier came to mind, but it wasn't very clear.

Just then, I heard that cat's incessant mewling. Another warp. In a flash, the tidal wave appeared just several meters ahead of me. I'm literally slammed out of the dream.