Non-Lucid Dreams
Morning of July 21, 2018. Saturday. Reading time: 3 min 2 sec. Readability score: 80. In my dream, I am Cadbury (the butler) from “Richie Rich.” Nothing in my dream had anything to do with anything that had been on my mind lately, though was based on dream representations from many years ago. It was surreal but intriguing. Two girls are visiting a neighboring castle in one scene, though the backstory implies that their father does not want them here. They live in the castle where I am serving as a butler. I am in an unusual room that looks as if it is part of a garage. The girls are annoyed when two of their pets come over; a dog (like Toto from “The Wizard of Oz”) and a cat (our youngest cat from real life). They are talking to the owner of the castle when this occurs. I take the blame, and they make comments while calling me Cadbury. Perhaps I had left a door open. The girls round up their pets, and we make our way back to our castle. We come to an area where we have to walk on a very narrow ledge before reaching the front entrance of the castle. It is high above a large body of water. Without giving it much thought, and before getting onto the ledge, I push one girl (the one carrying the dog) so that she falls to the water far below. The other girl does not notice and keeps going despite how difficult it is to stay on the ledge. Her cat walks across on its own. I realize that I am carrying a small empty plate in my right hand. I let it go, as I have to have both my hands free to hold onto the corner as I put my legs around to stand on the ledge. It falls far below into the water as well. I vaguely wonder if it will serve as evidence if they find it, as it would have my fingerprints on it. I soon become very annoyed in trying to walk on the narrow ledge and decide that I have to try to get into the castle by a different route. I find myself walking on parts of a submerged house. It is near another small residence. The castle is now at a distance. I try to balance myself as I eventually find myself walking in another area near the castle. It is an entire section of the castle that had also been submerged on purpose and is face up. It had been this way for many years. There may have been a conspiracy with the past residents of the castle. Thus, this big section was deliberately submerged. Despite its size, it still moves up and down somewhat as I walk upon it. As I walk, I make larger and larger waves that eventually slam into the castle, going under the door. The sense of weight and momentum and the setting, in general, is incredibly vivid and realistic, as is the sound and movement of the water. “Cadbury, what have you done?” calls out a voice. The large wooden door opens, sliding upward. Two unknown men are present. I see mud on a big television to the right, but I see no evidence of water anywhere, even though an extensive amount had just washed under the door. “You were told not to use this entrance,” one man says. I assume he is the owner of the castle and my boss. We stand near the entrance. One man gives me a drink that seems to be red wine. The castle owner makes some derogatory comments about me and wants me to clean the area. “I shall be taking my leave of you, sir,” I say formally. “I do not like you, and I do not like this place.” The other man says I can still stay and seems very friendly. I wake at this point. The last part is the typical meeting of my dream self with the preconscious and in this case, the interconsciousness as well. The preconscious avatar, whose task it is to wake me with dominance and annoyance in some cases, is my “boss.” The interconsciousness is often more cheerful and helpful. It partly relates to marrying and being with Zsuzsanna instead of a classmate. There is too much to it to get into here. Zsuzsanna (before I met her in waking life) pushed Susan off a castle structure. That castle was in orbit around Earth.
I was to prepare a game of 'The Werewolves of Miller's Hollow' for my mum and my brother, however what I did was set up a Pen&Paper-RPG: making up classes, a setting, even drawing a picture of the zeppelin-airship the story began in. My brother kept on coming in and watching what I was doing wich annoyed me since it took all the surprise away. At some point we were suddenly both standing in front of our school where evidently a festival of some sort was being held. Someone said something about a beaver that was somewhere, and my brother decided he wanted to search for it. He asked me if we should look left or right, it was like some form of a dialogue choice in video games. When I didn't reply for a while, a ball of moss crawled by wich my brother turned over and wich turned out to be a hedgehog. At this point I thought that the hedgehog was what we had been looking for all along. Upon closer inspection I realized that the hedgehogs' stings were all broken off apart from three, and that he seemed very frightened. Just then a man came along, broke off the poor things' last stings and threw them to some children who used them as toy swords. This made me furious, so I bolted after the guy and explained to him astonishingly calmly that a stingless hedgehog is practically dead. He apologized, but when he turned away I added, since I had realized his stench of beer, that the hedgehogs' situation can be compared to that of an unconcious drunk lying alone upon a street frequently used by criminals. I the went to another part of the street where I met a friend whom for some reason I threw on the ground. He then put on a headset and called three friends of his, asking wether they would play LoL with him. Two of them, whom I know only sporadically, said they would whereas the third, who is also a friend of mine, said he had no time for some reason related to his mother. NOTE: I am not a native speaker of english, and am almost convinced of the fact that what I meant on the hedgehog are in english not actually called 'stings'. I would be glad to be corrected here as anywhere in my posts.
Morning of July 20, 2018. Friday. Reading time: 2 min 14 sec. Readability score: 66 (8th-grade education and above). In my dream, I am at the south end of the hall of the Cubitis house. The time is unknown. I am facing the doorway to the southwest bedroom. There is a plastic box of items to the left of the doorway. Another is near the middle of it. Although I cannot discern all of the contents, I see more than a dozen empty toilet paper rolls atop other items in the leftmost box. I vaguely recall that Zsuzsanna’s younger sister Judy lives in the room, but I do not see her at any time. (In reality, the bathroom was on the opposite side of the hallway as this room.) There is an absentminded transition to a more vivid setting. The implication is that I had walked north to the Cubitis house’s living room from the hallway, yet I am now in what seems like a simultaneous presence of the Loomis Street house’s living room and the lounge room of our present home. There is a recall that I had been making small rockets. It is likely that I might have used some of the empty toilet paper rolls in my project. I must have done it during what seems like a missing stage in my dream’s sequence. It now seems to be late evening. Mentally, from perhaps outside the house, I launch a small rocket as my experiment as I stand in the middle of the living room, facing the front door. I do not expect much to happen at first, but I begin to feel wary. I am aware of its trajectory in rising up and to the right. I am aware of it, though I do not see it. I hear a slight sizzling. I might have made the small rocket too powerful, as I had quickly put it together without any measurements. There are a few moments of silence when I consider what might occur. Suddenly, there is an extraordinarily loud explosion that vividly echoes from everywhere outside the house. It shakes the whole world. I wonder if I will have time to tell Zsuzsanna before our planet disintegrates. I wait for the light and consuming fire. Instead, I awake. Dream content and explanatory notes: The incorrect representation of our bedroom is a common dream feature occurring a few times through every sleep cycle, typically rendered in the beginning or end of a dream. It is usually only a subliminal factor of being in bed. As they are primarily composed of anticipatory and reactive representation, in subliminal, liminal, and lucid states, dreams neither have symbolism in the conventional sense nor are they a result of memory processing. As I was near a doorway into a bedroom, it implies a reactive representation of being near the waking process. The empty toilet paper rolls were a biological prompt, though my need to wake was not intense. The association with cylindrical forms, from the empty toilet paper rolls to launching the small rocket, was intriguingly unique. Typical temporal errors are present as is the integration error of the Loomis Street house with the Cubitis house (where I have not lived since June 1978). My dream simultaneously combines our lounge room with the Loomis Street house’s living room (where I have not been since February 1994). The representation of the cessation of my dream was more magnificent than usual.
Non-dream stuff: Woke up at 8, with the usual alarms and auto radio. Could remember a dream fragment but tried too hard to remember it so decided instead to set another alarm for 9:30 and try to sleep more. Woke up at 9:30 and remembered a dream but was fading a little. Non-lucid dream fragment, going backwards: 4: Starting from the end of the dream, I remember some frozen strips of pork. I know we were at some bigger and altered version of my partner's dad's house. I was going to cook them over a fire and I took a little strip off and ate it raw - very quickly I thought "Crap, you can't eat raw pork, what the hell am I doing? This is how you can get worms..." but then I also (conveniently...) remembered this was bacon, which in many cases can be eaten "raw" because of the process to make it. This is the last portion of the dream before I woke up. 3: I remember walking around the house before that, looking for my partner. It was strange, I was half-aware that this was a dream because I remember thinking that this was exactly like another time as I opened some doors and went through the crooked and narrow halls. I remember in the dream context there were some doors that unleashed swarms of spiders (dream memory someone had told me) but they were already open and my dream self knew which these were. 2: Before that, I can't remember if I was in a different place, but I think I was looking at a screen (but it feels like I wasn't) with my partner and there was a museum and a large limestone statue of someone like David the Thinker or Atlas, carrying the world. On the statue however, was an old friend of mine who I'd had a crush on in waking life; she was mostly naked apart from some (to me) weird leather laces around her limbs and pelvis; she was posing on or against the statue in a heroic pose, for a photo or something, as she was looking up and away, smiling. 1: And finally the earliest thing I can remember vaguely is that there was some sort of room. An office room maybe. Some notes: My old school friend should have been a good cue of a dream sign; not only was she someone that is simply not present in my life at all anymore, she was in a very odd situation. The leather lace stuff might have been because in waking life I remember she told me that she self-harmed. As a kid I didn't think too much about that, actually.The pose my old school friend was taking, was a behaviour accurate to her real personality, when I knew her anyway.In my partner's dad's house, I was aware of my partner being there, and do vaguely remember seeing him at some point.The thing with the bacon should have made me do a RC because from one moment to another I decided it was fine, when I was almost panicking for doing something so stupid initially.Waking life note: Must remember to, after doing something stupid, even if it's fine afterwards, do a RC.The spider swarm releasing doors, though I wasn't afraid of them, I was wary of them, even open. I felt like the spiders were moving around but I carried on with walking through the house.I remember there was a skylight in one of the corridors in the dream; in reality there is no skylight at all in that house.
The dream scene was possibly in another country. There was a massive dark green warehouse structure on one side of a narrow river and one on the other side. For some reason it seemed also like we were in a past time period like the 1800s. I think people were wearing dated clothing. There was at one point a woman I kept gazing my eyes at. I was attracted to her. She was wearing an older dress from another era, it was a number of different greens. There were a lot of other women with her. On the river was this small raft that would go back and forth between the two sides carrying people. I remember waiting for the raft to come, I had gotten distracted by something, and by the time I looked back it was full and had departed to the other side. There was some other stuff going on in this place but I can't remember. I'm in a video game of some sort. There is a massive room with these two giant ogre dudes walking around. They seem to be enemies but aren't really aware of me. There's another big dude there as well. The video game was like runescape. I'm walking down this wooden staircase thing into the ground. A group of people are telling me I need to pick some sort of class. Kolby encourages me to be a "Barbarian" class. I agree but then realize it's only me and this other guy who are barbarians and everyone else has split into a group of hunters, warlocks, and warriors/rogues. Each of those groups has at least 6 people and were getting along pretty well. The other barbarian is trying to teach me the ways which included fist fighting and playing this game of ping pong but with throwing knives. He was throwing knives at me and I'm looking around freaking out considering if one of the knives actually went into me. The dream goes up the stairs and into this island area with woods, old structures, and a coastline with abandoned buildings there. This place seemed strangely ancient and a tint of light blue. I'm remembering quests in certain areas. It seemed like it would take forever to level up in this old game. I ran into one person who I recognized, she was wearing different garb now but when we talked I brought up the last time I saw her. I said something like "last time I saw you, weren't you playing some sort of fairy creature who was worshiped by other players" and she agreed. My flash back took me to this clearing with collapsed buildings and structures. She was sitting on a rock dressed as a fairy with these other players just huddled around her. She was telling them things. My dream ended with me zooming out on the map and looking around. I was wondering how big the game really was. My view showed me this massive green island surrounded by water, scattered with trees and sandpits. I imagined groups of people gathering to slay monsters once they were high enough level. This game was really interesting because it felt like old WoW where the game is very mysterious and you can't just look everything up, you've got to play the game and learn from others about how everything works.
Now I have had Wake Induced Lucid Dreams before, but I have been trying to have them consistently for months. Most of my previous WILDs were actually DEILDs done at the end of my sleep cycle. About a week ago I really got serious. I even started using a sleep mask, even though I sleep in a dark and quiet room. I began a steady and fairly strict sleep schedule of 11pm-7am with a 5am alarm a few months ago. Normally I just get up, record a dream or two, and go to sleep. Many times I'll skip the dream recording and regret it. A week ago I decided I would try a WILD the next night. Sure enough, the next morning I woke up 10 mins before my alarm. I waited for the alarm to go off, then I tried the technique. I laid there for what felt like hours unable to fall back asleep. Defeated, I went about my day as normal. I skipped a night and tried it again. Same thing. Woke up 10 mins before alarm and couldn't rest after turning alarm off. I didn't understand it. I wasn't turning on any lights or using my phone, I just couldn't fall asleep. This morning however I noticed some results. Yesterday I spent some time reading some tutorials and talking with some people about the technique. I decided to stick with the current routine and hope for the best. I woke up to my 5am alarm and remembered what Gab told me. I should make sure to tell myself that I am not waking up yet, and I will soon be returning to sleep. I sat up for a bit, focused on the task at hand, and then laid back down and made myself comfortable. After what felt like ages I finally noticed my thoughts start to wander. I found myself picturing a scene of a dark road at night. I could see the tree line and the night sky. I could almost feel the ground beneath me. I was forming memories of being in the military, and that I was walking with my CO. I noted that it felt like a dream was beginning, but I couldn't see anything. As I noticed this I felt the dream was just barely visible via hallucinations on my eyelids. The dream faded away. I then came up with a backstory for my DG. I could almost hear someone telling her what it is she must do, and where she must stay. She was being sent to a wonderland I picked out. A stable dream environment that I could always return to. This dream faded as well and I felt a very intense vibration run through my whole body. I recognized this both from prior memory and as a sign that the WILD was working. I would soon be in a full-blown reality created by my own mind. My thoughts went wild, My heart was racing, I was ready. Uh-oh...My heart was racing. I couldn't stay relaxed enough for the dream to form. I eventually got up about 5 minutes later. I did a RC to confirm I was awake. I noted the time at 5:34 and tried to rest on my side. I was hoping I could quickly reenter the dream state, but alas I could not. I fell asleep eventually into a non-lucid dream after a while. I was with my family. We were entering a mall to do some shopping. As we walked in a guard shot at us about 2 times. We all raised our hands and surrendered. Turns out there was an active shooter running loose in the building and they were on lockdown. We didn't notice anyone outside warning us, and were supposed to keep away but we didn't know. We were told to go talk to someone behind a desk a few feet away. When we did so the man behind the counter told me I was one of two people to be given a weapon to seek and subdue the criminal in the building. He hands me this massive gun. I am really bad at guessing sizes, but I'd say it was a foot wide, 3 feet tall and 4 feet across. It was a big, bulky, beast. It had 2-3 handles to hold it. The man told me I was lucky to have received the machine gun. As he is explaining the safety measures to me I strap the gun around me neck and notice he is starting to talk in a foreign language. It sounded like Hebrew to me. The gun brushes my side and fires a single round by the man's feet. Everyone including me panic for a moment. I thought the safety was on. The shot was very loud, yet contained. It did not echo, and the damage was localized. This was a powerful gun indeed. The man scolded me and told me where to find the safety on the gun. I then went on a hunt to find the target. We also were here to talk to someone. I don't remember what it is we were supposed to talk about, but I remembered that I had no clue who it was I was supposed to be looking for. Who caused this lockdown? What did they look like? What were their motives? Were they hiding their firearm and blending among the crowd of people? I didn't even have a name. I think I will move my alarm up a bit tonight to try to further experiment with my REM cycles.
I was lying in bed, trying desperately to sleep (I had a rather troubled night), but four people of whom I recognized at least one were sitting around me wich really distressed me. I also remember something with changing people wich only ever lasted very shortly since I woke up like every minute or so.
Date of Dream: THU 19 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 377 - Somewhere Only We Know I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was with my mum at this distorted version of Endeavour Hills Shopping Centre. Some parts of the shopping centre were outdoors and the inner mall was bridged by this short strip of tin roof. The inside part resembled more of the real Endeavour Hills Shopping Centre but a lot of aspects were still different. I don't remember where the next dream was at, all I know is that it was another shopping centre. I was talking to a young stranger and she mentioned something about WB. A sub-scene was playing where she was due to be attending an event at the Waverley-Park Stadium along with her parents and a few others. The sub-scene showed WB and her parents wearing a lanyard with a card attached to it, suggesting that they were VIPs amongst a massive crowd, filling every seat in the stadium. There was then news that WB was going to be coming to the shops for something but I forgot what for specifically. I got all excited and walked around to be close to one of the entrances, anticipating her arrival. I said that when she came, I would sing to greet her. It wasn't long before she walked through the doors of the mall, hair in a frizzy bun, once again in a casual outfit with her year 12 hoodie. As she was walking, this music started to play in the background; I discovered it was a backing track for the song “Somewhere Only We Know”. The melody was the same but the dream made it so I wasn't singing the correct words and rather, a lot of the words had an affiliation to the theme of school. No matter how hard I tried to sing the correct words, the dream would always make it impossible to be done. Once that song ended, I can't remember any more of the 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) Dream 377: Results (Competition #5) Competition Night: 18 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 4.0 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0) + Previous Total: 90.0 Total Accumulated Points: 94.0
Updated 07-20-2018 at 06:01 AM by 93119
Morning of July 19, 2018. Thursday. In my dream, there is the usual snake scenario, though there are different factors as is typically the case. Our two youngest sons are present in the unfamiliar room. The setting is meant to be the house we are now living, but it is not familiar. There is a small snake that does not seem much of a threat. It slithers off into an area of miscellaneous items; mostly toys. We see a big green snake. As it slithers out, I swing at it with a sword, though I miss the first time. I chop off its head in my next attempt. The nature of my dream changes. Some unknown people are present, but I do not see them as intruders. The setting now seems to be a discernible variation of the Loomis Street house. They are going somewhere. An unknown female is leaving her daughter behind in the back of her car. That seems a bit unusual to me, but I think I will check up on her later. Later, the setting changes into what seems to be a variation of the Barolin Street house. I hear a noise on the porch, and I go to check. I consider it might be one of our children, though it now seems late at night. After I open the front door, I see an unknown boy on the porch in the semidarkness. He seems to be an East Indian of about fourteen years old. He is standing in the center of the porch, which is larger than it was in real life. “What do you want?” I ask him. He does not move, and I become slightly annoyed. Perhaps he is a neighbor’s son wanting to sell me something, though I remain unsure. I consider that he might be intruding deliberately. I do not know his motive. “Suzi, could you get my gun?” I call out to my left. The boy looks concerned and turns to leave. "I was just kidding,” I say as he is exiting the porch. After this, there is awareness of the world soon coming to an end. I sit on a couch across from Zsuzsanna, and she seems concerned. It is now morning in an unfamiliar lounge room. (It is still implied to be our home.) My dream self does not register the sudden change in time as is almost always the case. The world is going to end today. I am not sure how I know. I feel wary of this idea. I think back and understand it somehow relates to an encounter I had with someone. I am in an anomalous state that I cannot resolve consciously. I know it is from a previous dream encounter, presumed to be from before the snake event. Although I know I am dreaming I do not know I am dreaming. I soon wake with the full realization that I had been dreaming, feeling relieved. Still, I cannot resolve the enigma of knowing I was dreaming, yet not knowing. It was as if my dream self knew I was dreaming without my conscious identity knowing. Although this has happened on other levels repeatedly since childhood (especially in non-lucid dream control), it has never been expressed in this specific way before. The porch showdown with the preconscious avatar (a common form of RAS mediation since early childhood) had different dynamics than usual. The mood was different and seemed more like an interconsciousness avatar. It was even more like an external entity, though this might have been illusory. The “end of the world” scenario has occurred regularly since childhood. I rarely have anxiety in dreams, but in this one I did. I think it might have been heavily influenced by “Dream Replicants and the Emergence of Simulacra” by Richard Catlett Wilkerson, as I had also been writing a series of pages about emerging consciousness simulacra. For example, one part in Richard’s text read, “More currently, Carl Jung, and then James Hillman have suggested that even the ego in the dream, who I think of as me in the dream, may also not be me. Linda Magallón has also suggested we give the dream a higher existential reality and address the dream and dreamer and dreaming process as a kind of entity.” Ultimately, it represents my subliminal knowledge of my dream ending. The snake scenario, in this case, is typical RAS modulation (which is very common in most people, yet somehow no one ever catches on even with some websites featuring a few dreams a day with the same content). Here, it only served to shift my level of consciousness rather than wake me. Cutting off the snake’s head was autosymbolism for subliminally separating from my conscious self’s identity for a time, as in other dreams. (Snakes otherwise signify different aspects in other dream types when not a segment of the RAS factor, often human intestine, umbilical cord, or electrical cord warnings.) Green shows up more in a particular band of awareness, midway through the dreaming process (also signifying peace and balance depending on the hue), followed by yellow (unification stage of the dream self and conscious self), orange, and red. Red, however, usually only dominates when I have slept too long in the last dream of a sleep cycle.
Updated 11-17-2019 at 07:14 PM by 1390
Just got up, went into our computer room, kept the curtains closed and started my computer and wrote this. Two non-lucid dream sequences, mostly fragmented: First sequence: In the first dream I was in a "room" that was like a garden, it was a room in the sense that it was some sort of partition; I remember something like greek pillars covered in vines and grassy ground. In this room, there was "me", my partner from waking life, a friend of ours and a slim man in a suit; the three of us approached the man, as he was here to show us something and as we did or perhaps he was already doing it, he was levitating this large latticed purple orb, made of stone or gemstone, between his two hands, one hand above, one hand below; the orb floated up and down gently. I can't tell if it was day or night but everything looked somewhat "dark". At first my partner (who isn't really into any stuff like this) put his hand out toward the orb and closed his eyes and was silent; then our friend did and then I did. I could sense no special energy from the orb or the man: the orb was ordinary, regardless of any surreal properties. I stopped and walked away toward a door under a lowered roof, then I think our friend did too and I opened the door and there were two more doors to either side of a tiny partition and I opened another and went into a large room, like a conference room; there were a dozen men and women at the conference table, and they were waiting for us. I remember one of them asking what were we waiting for, why hadn't we all come in? Or something to this effect. I explained we wouldn't be a minute and I peeked out to see my partner still holding his hand at the orb and called him and he opened his eyes and walked away from the mysterious man, and the conference members were not keen on letting this man in. I remember my partner said that the orb felt like it had the energy of the universe or some such; which I interpreted as: it feels the exact same as any ordinary object, because it did to me. As we were all in now, apart from the orb man, one of the older men said "close the doors, lift the barriers" and some fake wall barriers emerged from some slots on the floor next to the doors, sealing the room. I remember this conference room had some windows, and had too much room even for just this single conference table. This all had a very Illuminati type feeling to me, even in the dream. Second sequence: I'm not sure where this sequence starts or if it carried over from the last one, but this one is temporally fragmented. I remember the last part first: I was at a waterpark with my partner and I remember thinking when I was talking to someone, I think a woman, that I always wanted to go to one. We were sort of leaning back against a wall of this single-story building, a large square-ish building as far as my dream self knew, we were waiting for something, I think more members of our group, which I think included my family. I remember as I waited, I was messing around, like lifting myself up by putting my hands against two lower walls and pushing myself up and I was also looking around the waterpark and outside of it. I saw some skyscrapers in the city. One was probably 30 stories, and then another, fancier, office building behind it was something between 60 or 70, I guessed. I pondered as I thought it was so strange that such a small difference in stories could make up for so much more height. The sky was blue and clear and it was certainly daytime. I think our group arrived and we walked around the square building and we were looking for a restaurant or something. We all went into this small one and as everyone was going in I could see on a digital interface (inside my head) that another nearby restaurant that was related to this one was much busier at the moment, and I walked up to one of the staff members that was headed for the loo and said to him like "want me to get some more people over from [indecipherable] restaurant?"; he looked at me approvingly but didn't answer and went in the bathroom; I turned away and walked out and headed for the other restaurant. This fragment ends here. Another fragment, before this last one, in dream time: I was standing with my partner in a garden at this waterpark; there were white painted wooden fences and it was a clear blue sky day, as it would still be later. My dream self knew this garden was part of an accommodation we were staying in, part of the park's premises. I remember hearing a woman's voice, she was praying, loudly, and I commented to my partner "surely she can keep her voice down a little?"; he shrugged and looked in the distance, resting his arms on this wooden fence. Her praying went on for some time, and I thought about how I had never prayed loudly in my life except when asked to, and even then, barely so. And yet this woman was praying to be heard by all, without concern of being judged or criticised for doing so. I remember my dream self knew there sprinklers in the gardens but they had not yet been on, though the grass looked perfectly lush and perfectly trimmed. Can't recall more fragments. Notes: I have had curiosity about going to waterparks, but I have certainly never had the open desire of "always wanting to go to one", so this could have been a thought I could have realised was odd. Both dreams, the whole places were dream-generated, in their entirety. The only "exception" being that the accommodation and its garden in the last fragment very closely resembled the type of thing my family used to go to holiday for, when I was a kid. In the dream I could clearly hear the woman's prayers but I had forgotten all of it by the time I woke up. It felt important to my dream self to remember what she was praying. In the first dream, the "Illuminati" conference was probably partly based off the imagined world from the first Deus Ex Machina games, as that is one of the most prominent visual culture references I have for the subject. I do not know why my dream self, which was like "me", was part of it. And if there were a dozen people in the room, with the 3 of us walking into the room, that would make 15 - in the game's world it is implied there are 12 members only. The floating purple orb really had no special feel to it; it felt more mechanical and part of nature than anything else, as I truly did not feel any special energy from it. The man was peculiar for mostly just standing there, firmly, in what looked like a tophat and an old style suit, simply "presenting" the orb. Perhaps he and the orb were merely part of the garden, in the same way as the grass and vines. Tip/Memory Note: I remember much less on getting up than what I wrote now, but because of the way memory works it's easier to remember things like a dream in sequence, so as you start from the beginning or end it becomes easier to recall more of the memorable parts if you think it out and through. This is also true for your waking life memories: if you are in a room and don't remember the recent past, you go backwards in your memory of living the last moments. If you pay enough attention through most of the day, you can recall an entire day this way, sometimes more.
Will the real Jamie please stand up. I was on a giant boat/ship surrounded by hundreds of girls that all looked like Jamie. None of them said anything that made any sense. I started getting angry at them. Then Jamie jumps out of the water and lands on the boat, she produces a shockwave when she lands making all the phantom Jamie's fall over and dissapear. "I'm the real one!" She declares. Pool Just being at a swimming pool with Jamie. She was getting into an air raft enticing me to join her. Which restaurant Just a long dream of wandering a big hotel with my brother. I'm getting hungry so I go down an elaborate set of steps which lead to a restaurant. I go to ask for a seat but my brother says that he doesn't like this place. He turns the corner and goes into another bar/restaurant instead. Alien high school I'm going to strange highschool with my cousin and his girlfriend. We are eating in a cafeteria when one of the students starts having some seizure on the floor. Me and a bunch of other students gather around to watch as he writhes on the floor. Something begins pushing out of his chest. His chest cavity bursts open spurting blood everywhere and a small alien pops out. It runs away and I run out of the cafeteria screaming. I run really fast down long hallways trying to escape it. No matter where I go I don't feel safe. I wind up in a stairwell and wait for a second. I still feel like it's stalking me. I go down a few more flights and go into a hallway. The place is no longer a school but more like and apartment building. I enter a completely empty apartment. Then I see my cousin and his girlfriend again. They are hiding out there with me. Jamie again. I am watching a dream scene. Jamie is sitting down by a grove of trees in the country side talking to someone, but I can't see who. She tells the person, "As I get older the more I realize I love my mom and Robert." Money Just a fragment of me walking around. I paid for something. and kept pulling ore 20's out of my pocket. I had almost a thousand worth.
Morning of December 20, 2017. Wednesday. This dream seems to indirectly stem from another (“Lounge Room Enterprise”), though the setting is now like a movie theater, though with the essence of our lounge room. I still view it as a public place. The time has changed to be more near the evening. The movie playing is “It’s a Wonderful Life” (from 1946). I am sitting in the second row from the front. As I am watching the movie, I look to my right and see who may be an elderly lady. She reminds me vaguely of my mother (though is not her). Other unknown people are present. At one point, James Stewart, in the black-and-white scene, partly emerges from the screen, seemingly pointing a gun at someone in the first row, which makes me slightly wary of where I am sitting. I am wondering how real the movie will be. I decide to move to a different seat and walk to the left to the aisle. I look back, noticing that what I had thought was the female patron is now a big pillow, which was upright in the seat. There seem to be more of them in other areas. I feel a bit puzzled and begin to wonder if there was supposed to be a gun in that scene. I go back to see that the screen is mostly flat, but again walk back to the left. I find a door that goes into an area behind the screen. I become very puzzled, because I do not realize that a movie is only two-dimensional. There are a couple empty boxes in what seems like a storage area. There was no preconscious modulation here when the avatar (Jimmy Stewart) initiated. The precursory event did not seem directed at me. I must have subliminally projected my conscious self identity into another avatar during RAS mediation as is sometimes the case. However, no drama ensued, and I ended up in liminal space (the storage area being autosymbolic of this state as a precursor to waking). The movie theater is autosymbolic of mediating the dream state. The presence of pillows was also a typical dream state indicator. Readability score: 73.
I sat in a whirlpool with several people. At some point I was outside in a wood, where I spotted some guys I thought were visiting the university but who claimed to celebrate being done with school. They were playing some sort of shooting game with water guns. One of them hit me by accident so I ran after him to wipe him with some form of wet cloth until he tripped and fell over. I got him right in the face while some of his friends held him down, but then one of them gripped a handful of mud wich looked suspiciously like dung of some sort and was teeming with flies, and smeered it into the poor guy's face. I then got up and ran, fearing that he might make me responsible for his situation. I then ended up back in the pool, wich a girl I know from school was just about to leave. I had something to talk to her about, so I went after her. On the way through the house I met my informatics-teacher who told me that unfortunately next year our class was going to be done by another teacher entirely unrelated to the topic. I do not remember catching up with the girl, but getting on my bike in the rain. I played The Witcher III, where for some quest I had to defaet an Ice King. This Ice King was basically a human king enclosed in thick ice in desperate need of rescue. He attacked me with thick tentacles of ice that were spiked, or ice-shards that could stun me. To make matters worse, I failed to deal him any significant amount of damage, so I did die several times. Whenever I began anew, I was stuck in a cutscene for some time wich bothered me, so I decided to save right after it was over. I do not recall doing so.
My dream father was President Trump. We were in another country (Likely Finland), as my dad was getting prepared for an important meeting. I noticed a lot of garbage was lying around in this room that important leaders were soon to meet in, so I decided to help maintenance clean it up during some down time. I recall scraping off a thick layer of grease from what appeared to be a pickup truck bed. After a few minutes' work we all left the place to go to the assigned meeting place. So now I am in a van with Trump driving, Vladimir Putin riding shotgun, me behind Trump, Putin's wife next to me, and brother behind me. Putin's wife in this dream was a creepy old hag who cared about nothing but her appearance and that she was better than everyone else. Trump and Putin were talking it up in the front seat, but Putin's wife silenced Putin for talking too much and getting friendly with the enemy. That was kind of the point of the meeting was to try to ease America-Russia relations and work out peace, but she wanted none of it. She then asked me some questions about how old I am, and what I do for work. She said I smelled horribly and should be ashamed. She asked how I could be in her presence with the how bad I smelled. She said she was the most powerful woman in the world and that I should leave her sight. I tried to defend myself saying I took a shower and used deodorant and fragrance in the morning, but she just responded that I should have applied it again before entering her presence. She then reached in for a kiss, but I pulled away because #1 gross and #2 I felt she was trying to kill me. She tried a couple of times and eventually landed one mostly on my cheek. I scooted as far away from her as possible and a moment later I felt a numbing sensation start on my cheek and a bit of my lips. I knew it! She tried poisoning me with her lipstick. (See Doctor Who for where this idea came from) I immediately called out to my father that we needed to get to a hospital straight away because Putin's wife tried to kill me. Putin sighed in frustration and we sped up looking for a doctor.
Not dream: I woke up earlier than usual, woken up by our friend staying over and remember dreaming something, but in no detail, and soon fell asleep again. Woke up at the normal time and stayed in bed for 45 minutes, seeing whether I'd sleep more and dream again or not. I didn't but remembered some dream fragments and got up. I knotted two of my fingers as I've seen a friend do, to remember the fragments and my intention as I go through doorways in the house, as I first go downstairs to make tea and then come back up to write my fragments as follow: Fragment 1 (non-lucid): I was playing a special player vs player mode in a game I'd been playing recently in waking life, where I'd throw bombs at other players and vice versa, with the objective of making each other fall off the platforms until only one of us was left. What was different from the real game was that I was able to use my character's swords as well in this game mode. Fragment 2 (non-lucid): I remember talking to old friends and they were inviting me over to their estate across the river; in the dream I had a memory of what the estate was like, but I felt like something was off, as I also didn't remember this estate actually being so big. How could I remember and not remember at the same time? The "memory" was vivid, so I think that in the dream it's more like I was actually at the estate and that's what made me question it a bit. Notes: In waking life, there is a phenomenon that when you go through a doorway, your mind forgets current thoughts and changes how it thinks. I think I remember reading that it is believed this had to do with contextual adaptation, before humans made so many artificial thresholds themselves, such as going from the tundra to the plains and to the desert and so on. Interestingly in dreams, doorways and thresholds in general can have very literal scene changes beyond them. For me, anyway, they do.Keeping fingers knotted like this causes a good deal of pain, especially since my joints are hypermobile, but focusing on this lets me focus on the intention I set when I started doing it, even when I go through thresholds, as I've observed my friend do. I don't know the mechanic behind this, but it just seems to work.The friends from my second fragment are like extended family, but I rarely see them anymore, and in fact, in waking life it is impossible for me to casually see or hear about them, because I no longer live in the same country, so in my dream I was back in my native country, and should have realised this to be unusual.
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