non-lucid

25: I'm in an amusement park with Sam. We're standing in this large room made of metal that feels ancient. When you touch something it plays a sequence of events that represents the story from some movie or book. A man and his three little kids walk in. Sam starts to touch the same pieces to show him what he had missed from the story. I remember thinking he was being selfish for dragging his little kids to this sort of attraction when obviously they weren't old enough. I thought the story turned out to be the chronicles of Narnia. My view was watching a lion with wings fly around a field.

I was on a tropical island or on the coast in a town. It was daytime out. There were people walking around slowly. It felt like this was some sort of zombie apocalypse, but then it felt like they were actually players in a video game trying to kill each other in a free for all fashion. I'm with sam Kolby and moo in a room on the second or third floor. Maybe we were in booty bay from WoW. They're talking about this really attractive girl. I walk down to the coast on a boardwalk and the girl is there. She's interested in me. We're talking and at some point we kiss. I recognize this girl as being an Instagram model that I used to follow before I purged my Instagram. I realize sam or Kolby really liked this girl so when I got back to the hotel room I didn't mention it to them. They split up and do some other things, I look at my phone and find her profile on what looks like tinder. Her profile picture was her lying down in a boxing match like she had one something and there's money flying all around.

26: A girl is in front of me. There's something small in front of me with lyrics of Swim and Sleep by unknown mortal orchestra. I'm singing them and she joins along. I stop and she stops. I pick back up and she continues. It felt like we liked each other in some fashion or another.

We're close by a beach on the boardwalk. It's about to be nighttime. In my mind Excision is about to play somewhere. We look at the boardwalk and there's 100s of young people shoving each other around listening to hardcore music like rock or electronic. People start coming out of a building where Excision had played. We walk in and see some band on stage. We're the only people watching but as we leave I cheer them on.

The group is walking up to a big snow place. We're waiting in line, my friend korri is coming but she's far behind in line. We get in and go down a hill. In the middle is an ice rink from what I remember. More of our friends come in and meet us at the bottom. I run up to who I think is korri and tackle her, but when I look at the person it turns out to be stella. Our group starts all collectively chanting da da dadada da, da da, dadada da. It starts quietly and then goes up in volume and pitch. I see stella's parents walking around cheering us on. The cheer escalates further and I see people's parents in the stands looking at us. It's now a warm environment without snow. The cheer bursts into a massive scene with everyone there joining in. Someone lifts me up and brings me to the center of it all. Flags are waving around and people are going crazy. I look down and ask who's lifting me up. A guy throws me up in the air a little bit and goes "Terence." I look down and it's someone I know named alex but I let it go. He eventually lets me down and I give him a side hug before running towards the main building.

There is a kid. His name is never specified, but his life sucks. He had nearly caved into cocaine and drug abuse at a young age, and his family actually hates him. The story properly starts at his birthday party. He was practically having FUN hiding from his family because they found out about him being friends with a school shooter until he was caught. After that, he had to sit on the bench for the rest of the party. His dad then comes up to him and starts to sexually harass him. He makes a run for it. He runs as far away from home as he can, taking a friend with him. His plan is to go crash at another friend's house. He doesn't hang out with his friend that much because he is abusive, but something has to be compromised. All the while, he is being chased by my mom, who, in the dream, is his mom. He stops at a library and hides there. He has some pills in his pocket, but he never uses them, although he says he wouldn't mind some cocaine. Eventually he hears an ice cream truck. His friend tells him to stay, but he doesn't listen. Instead, he leaves the building and almost gets arrested by the police. They make a run for it once again and then the kid's mom finds them. He asks why she is doing this and she says that he was a mistake and that she hates him. They eventually lose her but then they get lost themselves. They are at a haunted mansion, Or rather, HE is at a haunted mansion. His friend wasn't anywhere to be found. He enters and gets bombarded by a giant spider and a pac-man looking creature, but manages to fend them off. It then goes to the wikipedia page for the monsters he was attacked by.

This dream is based off of a story I am writing in real life. It's called "Something to Think About" and you can check out what I have of it here:
https://www.fictionpress.com/u/1046116/DROP-THERAPY

Non-dream stuff: Woke up at 8 but fell asleep again somehow, and the non-lucid dream fragment that follows was after I woke up suddenly at 9:40; I tried to not recall the dream too hard, with positive result:

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Fragment:

Was going up a small 1-lane ramp at what reminds me now of a school I've been to in waking life. It was day and as I went up the ramp I was fiddling with a box cutter ^{(specifically a black and yellow one I have in waking life)} and there was a boy, maybe 10 or 12 in front of me walking the same direction. The light was suddenly changing as I caught up to him and it became night; there were trees and fences to the right and at the immediate left some short buildings; I could see where the road would intersect ahead;

I said something like "hey, wait up", at first wondering if the sounds of the box cutter scared him, but he didn't seem phased by that. I remember he looked at me and smiled and I asked him "where's your brother? do you know?". The boy said "no, I don't know", and I kept walking along with him and we talked about something; we were getting to an intersection with a town road and suddenly he had a dog on a lead, I'm not sure what kind, but not small and with brown/light brown fur.

When we got to the intersection, the dog started tugging harder and went to the left and then suddenly it was like they were gone and I walked in the same direction as they'd vanished; I seem to remember that now I had the dog for a few minutes and it was very playful and tugging all the time on the lead ^{(reminds me of my own dog in waking life, though it didn't feel like my dog)} and I remember thinking something about the dog playing with a policeman but then the dog was gone again and as I went down the road, over a bend, I saw that some 3 story apartment buildings were damaged;

I started walking toward them instead and then I remember one of them was quite damaged, like from an explosion, but it almost looked like they were made of very large Lego. I went into a building and the first and second floor were on fire and I kept walking through, up some stairs and then saw like an "interface" notification at the top of my field of view; I mentally clicked it, and the fires nearest me simply got put out; I repeated this a few times before the dream ended. (I was woken up by the already present garbage truck coming closer and getting just slightly louder, and my partner getting up to check on his car)

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Some notes:

• The area was reminiscent of my native country. This should have been dream-sign especially considering the absence of normal context, like the absence of my partner and my aimless wandering. I was the age I am now.
• Other than me, the boy, the dog and the "imagined" policeman, there was nobody else in the entire dream sequence.
• I was walking the whole time. At first this may not seem notable and though I did not feel frightened by anything at any point (such as by the fires, I was indifferent to the situation). And even if I had been afraid, it's not likely I would have run, but instead would have walked faster. This is reminiscent of real-life behaviour where I very rarely run if I'm in a public place, as it makes me feel self-conscious and observed, though the notion was not "consciously" present in my mind at the time in the dream.
• I have the idea the dog may have been a golden retriever, but I have no clear picture in my mind.
• I don't know who the boy really was, I think dream-generated, especially as I'm struggling to think of what his face was like and instead remembering the face of a boy in a game I've recently played.
• I think that before the ramp the fragment starts with me going up, there was water and a pier or something, but I know it was related to the dream sequence that came before.

Morning of July 26, 2018. Thursday.

Reading time: 2 min 48 sec. Readability score: 56.



In my dream, most of my current conscious self identity no longer exists. Only one identifiable thread remains for this excursion into the absence of self.

I am about 15 years old again. My mother is alive and present at one point, but I am unaware of my father. (This is the typical absence of viable memory and “means” nothing. In other dreams, I remember my father and not my mother. It is because the dream self does not have viable access to the unconscious mind, contrary to popular misconception. The preconscious has limited access, but the dream self does not. Additionally, the preconscious always knows it is dreaming when the dream self does not, which is why RAS avatars and emerging consciousness simulacra are rendered in the last dream of a sleep cycle to initiate the waking process.)

There is a thread of awareness that I am in bed asleep in reality, though this is a common factor of subliminal presence, not an indication of lucidity, as my dream self is not aware of being in the dream state.

I am writing in my dream journal. As I write, I notice a gentle rain outside. My bed is in the northeast corner of the room, lengthwise to the north wall, the head oriented east. I see the orange grove beyond the carport, though the rendering is different from real life. I am looking through the open jalousie louvers of the carport door. (This setup is likely my subliminal awareness of a doorway representing a dream’s potential exit point, a typical form of reactive representation in the dream state since early childhood.)

As I write, I vaguely recall that other people read my dream journal, but the recall is not full, that is, I do not remember that the Internet (or computers) exists. The thought about other readers is there, yet it does not trigger the emerging consciousness factor or RAS activation until later (and there is not a separate preconscious waking process in this dream, mostly because it is not the last dream of my sleep cycle).

On one level, I am aware I am dreaming. On another level, my dream self does not hold this realization. This enigmatic state has been common to my dreams since early childhood and is not lucidity, but is one of many reasons why I know “interpretation” is not a valid concept. (Other than with factors such as literal prescience, I am aware of the processes that underlay experiences in REM sleep.)

My dream self is perplexed by the recall of how anyone could believe in “interpretation.” (My dream self remains without recall of the Barnum effect as a factor of causation.) Even as a young child, I sometimes went into several pages of why dreams held the causes, meanings, and effects that they did. I was more sarcastic of disinformation agents and empty-headedness at age eight than in my tamer rants as an adult since my 2004 online presence (probably because my mother often shared invalid beliefs about dreams she heard from people in her time, though most of which I still see on the Internet to this day).

As I am watching the rain and listening to its peaceful sound, I write in my journal, “When I am dreaming about rain, it means that I am dreaming about rain. You idiot.” (This is somewhat ironic, as I know water and its specific dynamics typically correlate with ultradian rhythm, the extent of muscular inactivity in sleep, and the dynamics of the glymphatic system. Still, this is in stark contrast to the asinine rubbish that “water represents emotions.” Additionally, even from when I was a toddler, I have always used the essence of water to reinduce the dream state as with its usage as such on virtually countless commercial recordings.)

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This dream mainly came about in response to the typical infuriating nonsense people sometimes leave on my posts on one site (as the site does not have the option to delete or block comments, so I remove the entry and repost it). It is unfeasible for me to post the same extensive paragraphs of information about RAS mediation each time as explanatory notes for a particular dream.

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last night I slept 8+ hrs and got 3 cool dreams. In the last one I felt getting some awareness and would have gotten lucid if they didn't call me from work.

DREAM 1

I'm visiting someone who lives on 1660 penn avenue. It's on a hill, in wooded area. I decide to go up the hill to look at the white house at 1600 penn. It's hidden by thick bushes and trees. I don't want to get much closer as not to become suspicious of doing something bad. So I decide to take a picture from where I'm standing towards the house I'm visiting and the near highway instead. To show how close they live.

As I'm looking at the screen of my iPhone, I feel a loud sharp noise. I look and there is a tiny hole right by the power button, and about 5 secret service agents are fast walking towards me. I tell them I'm sorry, didn't mean to cause any harm, as I know they disabled my iPhone with a precision shot. They ask to look at the pictures on my phone to see if I took anything secret, but I didn't. I'm a bit scared.

A bit later, this feels like a second DREAM 2. But the setting is the same. Except now I can see beautiful green mountains with peaks covered in snow. I know I'm in Colorado. I wish I took pictures of that. As I look closer, a smallish airplane is flying above the tops. It grows bigger and is now doing acrobatic loops around the mountain top. I go uuuuh and aaaah and I'm just delighted. Love airplanes and watching anything flying in my dreams.

DREAM 3

I'm walking towards the city square in my hometown. I decide to hang left, not wanting to go towards church. I'm suddenly in different city. I start to look for a place that's close to the street but kinda hidden from eyes of people walking by. Something discreet to have some hanky-panky. I find some structure of walls and I walk to the sidewalk to see if they would see us from there.

Now I'm starting to become aware. I keep looking. There is a very old wall with steps leading up to it in few different places. Normally I avoid old places because they scare me. But not this time. I'm more curious and I realize it. Makes me happy that i'm not scared.

There is a rope or something like that hanging from the wall and I grab it. That swings me out while I'm still standing on the wall. On my right, I can see a mesh roof broken on few places, over some large round room. Like a rotunda in a castle. I really don't want to fall in there, but I look inside with interest.

My memory is failing me this morning. I remember a few dream fragments, but the full contexts are forgotten. Let's start with the interesting one.

My family were all doing some sort of secret mission, and I decided to sneak into the van they were driving. Sadly I got caught and they treated me like a stranger and threw me out. I found myself at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, in a snowstorm. I felt something wasn't right. I was so sure this was real, but it just didn't seem like a normal situation I'd found myself in. I did a nose plug reality check, and sure enough I could breathe normally. I was shocked honestly. I have never had a lucid dream hit me this hard, but I just stood there for a bit taking in the scenery. It wasn't much to look at, but I was watching the beautiful snow all around, feeling the cold temperature of it all. I noted how vivid and real it was, and then I decided I wanted to get out of there and go to my dream hub. I walked forward a bit and then reached for the sky. I wanted to fly there this time. I started flying into the sky at what felt like a decent speed...until I looked down and realized I had gone only a few feet and was going very slow. I fell back to the ground and the dream ended.

I had another dream that took place at the dream hub, but I didn't actually take notice of where I was. I was in a heated argument with a grouchy neighbor. He was very conservative, but very anti-trump. He was arguing something about tulpas and how demonic they are, and I tried explaining how they have nothing to do with magic or witchcraft. Tulpas are basically glorified imaginary friends. Anyway, I recall 2 or 3 vague arguments, but another thing that happened with him was a wooden fence between my house and his. I noticed it was on fire for whatever reason, and though I was trying to extinguish the flames, he thought I caused the fire.

After waking up from the dream I instantly remembered a conversation I had with a dude that told me that he had remembered all of his past life’s, he said he had awoken from his amnesia and that he lived in Jupiter.
He told me that our imagination wasn’t really an “imagination” it was memories from our past lives, so everything we saw in our creative minds were events we lived in previous minds, what this means is that our scariest monsters that we have ever thought of really do exist.

Back to the dream:
I’m at a mountain (I’m thinking the Himalayas for some reason). I’m near a hotel that’s located on one of the mountains, I came to this place to meet a guy that had domesticated a very rare eagle. He said that the eagle was the most expensive to have and keep in the world. I saw the eagle, it was white and could move its neck like an owl. The eagle behaved like a dog, it would play fetch with me, I really liked the eagle, it was kind and playful. I played with the eagle for a while, tossing a stick so it could go catch it on the ground (it would hop on its two legs to get the stick and bring it back). Then I decided to throw the stick off the mountain, with a lot of strength I tossed it and the eagle immediately flew at a very high speed and gave it back to me.

I was completely amazed and enthusiastic about the eagle, I started talking with the trainer, I was asking him how he trained the bird and where could I get one… We are having a conversation when all of the sudden I see 2 big wings in front of me.

I was sitting down, in the position I was in I could not see the body of the animal but the wings were huge, I got really scared. I looked at the trainer and he was as shocked as me. He said:
“I have never seen anything like it, what is it?”
I was feeling scared but curious, I stood up and saw the face and body of the bird.

The body of the bird and all the way to his head was a little more taller than me, I would say 1.9meters. The bird looked young, it looked like it was still growing, not and adult yet. The color of its feathers were beautiful. It was all very purple, dark purple with red, mostly dark purple. The dark purple really opened my eyes, I was amazed with this bird, I was thinking about it and all I could think of was the pokemon Moltres. I told the trainer:
“Yooo, it fucking moltres!”
He didn’t say anything.
His head had like a little bun of feathers on top, like the one moltres has (I googled and a phoenix is also drawn with this particular aspect).

The wings were very big, but when we started to inspect the bird we noticed he was malnourished (he looked anorexic), we could see his bones and almost his skeleton behind his feathers. The bird looked in pain and I felt he didn’t have any more energy to fly, I quickly told him to bring food. We ran inside the hotel, got some food but we were very afraid to get near the bird, we didn’t know if the bird could spit fire and burn us or how could it react (it was a legit question).

We threw the food from inside the cabin of the hotel, I remember the bird started eating all of it and the dream ends.

Morning of July 25, 2018. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,846-05. Reading time: 1 min 20 sec.



In the morning, Zsuzsanna received a message about a contest from an unknown sender, but I am wary. Although it seems like a legitimate competition at first, it turns out that a gangster had buried a jewelry box near our house (that in my dream is first a variation of the Loomis Street house and near the southwest corner, though the sidewalk is not present.)

Eventually, several unfamiliar men are near our house. They look for their buried jewelry box for the valuable items inside. I see them as intruders and realize at this point that it is not a legitimate contest, but that unknown men were using an area of our yard to hide their loot from other criminals.

I hit two of them with shovels, but I think they might have guns. I want to protect my family, but there is no logic in not letting them get what they want and leave without bothering us, so I wait. My family remains inside our house during this time. Eventually, the gangsters are no longer present.

Our house changes into a version of our present home. Two female police officers are in our kitchen. Each of them is wearing a blue bikini and a black trench coat, which makes me think they may not be real police officers.

I go outside to see them digging in two areas of our backyard. There is a police car parked there, and that could mean they are real police officers. I ask them if they are real cops. One of them looks at me with an annoying glance, saying that people only use the word “cop” on the Internet. I remain unsure if they are real officers, but I slowly wake as it now seems as if they are gardening rather than looking for loot.

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When I was in middle school, a female bus driver, as my schoolmates were boarding, was angry upon hearing someone say “cop.” She said people should not say “cop,” because it was disrespectful.

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Date of Dream: WED 25 JUL - 2018




Dream No. 382 - Separated Sections

Dream 382 A - An Incredible Encounter
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was in at my own house and some family friends were coming over. I forgot what our family specifically did with them though. From what I can recall, it felt like this event was actually taking place in waking life. I can’t recall anything else about this scene.

Where I was next was some unknown area. Something terrible was happening but once again, I have forgotten the details. The Parr family from the Incredibles were actually there in the dream. My first encounter was with Dash holding the baby but nothing significant must have happened as I don’t remember it too well. Then there was violent who was actually being violent but once again, I forgot what she specifically did.

Something happened and she came out of her state of hypnosis, then talking to me. Elastigirl was the next one to try and attack me but just before she able to have me, I brought her out of her hypnosis. And there was Mr. Incredible who I remember really well and he looked absolutely nasty. He gave me this very violent look and eventually, he lashed out at me, about to grab me and attempt to choke me to death. Elastigirl intervened and Mr. Incredible was brought out of his hypnosis. That’s all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 382 B - Two Hostile Dogs
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my old house but a sub-scene was playing in the background. It was a combination of my year 6 teacher as well as a year 12 maths teacher teaching maths. The year 6 teacher was trying to teach linear relations via the curriculum of the year 12 teacher but he didn’t like the method and so tried to make the subject really babyish and worthless. I can’t remember what else happened in that sub-scene.

For the next scene, I was walking around the neighbourhood of my current house. I was walking down the hill after the primary school when I saw two dogs half way down but before I could change direction, these two dogs came for me and were mauling me at the scene. In a distress, I cried out for Dreamy WB, calling not only by her first name, but her last name as well and everything in-between while trying to survive amongst the brutal force of the dogs. Eventually, Dreamy WB heard me and she came to the rescue, her appearance in the default Oktoberfest outfit. Now this is interesting; the dream changed it to play from her perspective. So the following part of the dream recap will be written from her perspective:

I came to the sight and indeed I saw Karla being attacked by these two vicious German Shepherd dogs. So off I went to try and break the fight up and free Karla but god, one of these dogs puts me in a body-lock! I’m a dream guide, I should be invincible right? I actually thought I was going to die this time and so I reached an arm out to try and smack the dog. The dog didn’t react and Karla was about to be ripped to shreds; I had to act fast. So I decide to do something that nobody has ever seen before. I stretched my head, detaching it from my body as I elongated my neck and I bit the dog on the leg.

Once Dreamy WB bit the dog on the leg, it squealed and then ran off, the other dog dropping me and then following. After that happened, the dream shifted back from Dreamy WB’s perspective to mine and I continued home. 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 382: Results (Competition #5)

382 A
Competition Night: 24
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

382 B
Competition Night: 24
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 6.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide (1.0)
- Help someone in need (1.0)
- Old Personal Goal: What visible powers can Dreamy WB unleash? ---> She pretty much replicated Elastigirl to get that dog off her (2.0)

+ Previous Total: 115.0
Total Accumulated Points: 121.0



Dream 382 B was a nice surprise after another dry spell. It was a super impressive experience to actually witness the dream from Dreamy WB's perspective. I literally felt that as I was moving as her, it felt more smooth where as I'm more "enthusiastic" and jolty; it felt like she was walking but at the same time, floating towards the dogs. Also, when her arm was stretched to smack the dog, it was actually the correct skin colour as well. When it came to making the facial expressions, they felt like they were naturally hers as well. Also, when she bit the dog's leg, it didn't taste yuck... Her tongue didn't touch the leg, only her teeth did; it felt like all bone and no flesh. She didn't speak during any of the scene.

Non-dream stuff: Just some non-lucid fragments; initially tried to force recall, which I know not to do, so I quickly stopped trying to remember hard and got up and made tea.

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Fragment 1:

I remember being outdoors, and this was near the end of a dream sequence; there was grass and a dirt path, and along the dirt path was a concrete cylindrical shape jutting out, it was a sewer entrance, as it had a massive brown-looking lid on top. I was showing it to someone, I think my partner, and said something like "... and this is where we went in.", in reference to something that happened before in the dream. I remember it might have been day time but it was dark, I think the weather was overcast.

Fragment 2:

I remember yeast, of the same type used in baking; I remember seeing it, but that's about it.

Fragment 3:

I remember being in a dropship of some kind. I think this fragment was actually from before Fragment 1.

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Notes:

• The sewer lid and concrete structure were reminiscent of what they're like in my native country.,
• The first dream sequence was actually very long, but I managed to forget most of it somehow. I think my intention to make note of dreams in the morning is being neglected, i.e. I need to start setting this intention before bed.

Russiname
The place that I'm in somehow seems to be a bit of a combination of Russia and Suriname. At some point I've been given a story about a man and his son. It's a type of homework: I need to summarise what happened to them to show my understanding. The story is in English. My understanding of the story is limited though, because it starts in the middle of something.

At some point I'm still sitting somewhere outside, writing down the story. It's already starting to get dark. I can hear fireworks coming from my left, somewhere in the distance. I also hear some boys approaching. I'm concerned about my safety now. Suddenly several boys pass me. It turns out they are really young boys, perhaps age 9 or so. No need to be concerned. One of them asks me when I'm going back. I tell him that I'll go back (to my country) on Tuesday. He says it's a pity. It sends me into a laughing fit.

Morning of July 25, 2018. Wednesday.

Reading time: 1 min 25 sec. Readability score: 64.



Throughout my life, I have had numerous dreams in which I produced music using a surreal method. Some that were significantly more abstract involved my body becoming different musical notes in a series as I remained in bed.

In this dream, I have a setup where I make music videos for people based on video content they give me or notes on where to find the content. I produce this music by using a machine that looks like a filing cabinet.

I am creating three different tracks (two of which are similar), but two have minimal content and are only eight bars in length. I focus mostly on a reggae track that only has a kick, high hat, and a horn. The horn motif is mostly the same note, but with different duration. I am contemplating the addition of a snare, but I do not get around to adding one.

I arrange the music with each note of each instrument serving as a folder in the filing cabinet drawer. The rendering of the music begins from the front of the filing cabinet drawer. The lowest frequency of each beat is first in each sequence. The usage of timing and rhythm (implying sheet music format) involves reading each note from the bottom of each beat section (that the high hat indicates), moving up. For example, there would be a kick “folder,” followed by a few horn “folders,” followed by several high hat “folders.” It does not sound like a recording I have heard in waking life.

Before I wake, I am seemingly adding sixty-fourth “notes” between a few others that are probably eighths. However, I am likely adding sixteenths amidst eighths instead as I am not thinking clearly. I assume that because each folder features a couple of straight parallel indentations on each side, above where it folds. That would logically make it a sixteenth note. (A sixty-fourth note would have four such indentations.)

Curiously, my method of the folder placement in the drawer seems correct, although it would be difficult in reality. I do not see any sheet music to aid in the validation of the arrangement.

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I used to deliver newspapers when I was younger. I visited the city I used to live in and started doing an old route I used to have. I walked to the end of town and talked to a store owner. I asked him if he still got the paper after all these years. It was of my memory that he usually only got 1 paper and it was always there the next day. No customer ever bought the paper from him. He had to think for a moment, as the normal carrier would just drop the paper down on the counter and the store owner wouldn't think about it. He looked in his records and asked me for what reason he would ever need to cancel the paper delivery. I suggested possible cost, disinterest, lack of people borrowing/purchasing said paper, etc. He confirmed that he was indeed still subscribed. I took a paper out from my side pocket and handed it to him and went on my way. I then tried navigating through the route while reading what looked like a big atlas. It was supposed to be the guide to delivering this route, but it wasn't accurate. I ended up walking through a school as a shortcut around a large corner, but then I got lost.
I was looking for 4th street, but I started seeing 8th, 9th, and then other random street names. I was lost. I went back to the school and exited the main entrance instead of the higher 3rd floor exit I did before. It seemed to put me on the right track. I was supposed to go West and I was going South.

I was driving with my oldest brother down a road looking for my mom and older brother. We accidentally drove past them so we turned around. Their car seemed to vanish so we pulled into a nearby mall parking lot and went looking for them. I had the idea that she was going to a specific store to return a poor fitting dress. Eventually we found each other. We all then went inside the store again to retrace our steps and see how we had missed each other. When we returned back to the car the side door was left open. We then saw someone standing at the front passenger door snooping through our belongings. He was browsing through a wallet and had a phone in his hand. When we walked up to him he casually put the items down and was going to walk away but then I noticed he had a flash drive and another item of ours in his hand. I grabbed them away from him and he ran off.
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There was a video game based on the fnaf series. It was a hallway with 3(?) doors. One next to the player, one in front, and one in back guarded by the marionette. The marionette was mutated, it had like 2 or 3 heads and was very alive. I, as the player, had also chosen some sort of puppet mask to put on. I walked up to the beast and it did its jumpscare, but then it disappeared. I must have been the one to scare it off. I opened the door it was guarding and saw some moving pipes. It seemed like a time challenge. You must squeeze past the blue pipe before it presses against the roof and squishes whatever is between it. I slipped past with a partner of mine. There was two cots and a pillow. Underneath the pillow was a pillow case filled with goodies. We poured it out and inside were a whole lot of 'nilla wafers, chocolate sticks, a few other assorted candies, and dice. The dice were somewhat of a mix between normal dice and craps dice. they were medium sized, and rounded. There were 4 big piles separated by color. One blue, one red, one yellow, one green. I sat and wondered what it all meant until the next dream came 'round.

I was exploring this city. It was the last of its kind, sort of like an easter egg in a video game, or a last bonus round of sorts. It took place after the main story line. The lore of this level was that all the inhabitants of the small city were "bottled up and stored away." Whatever that means.. I looked around and noticed people were vanished in an instant. Whatever tragedy had struck, it all happened very suddenly. There was an oven with time remaining on it. There was a meal cooking on a stove that was still warm. (Looked really good too! It was a big pot filled with cheese and small pepperoni squares from what I saw). Toast was popped up in the toaster. I walked around this store and had the idea to take whatever I wanted since nobody could stop me. I looked for a knife you'd see behind a display counter but I couldn't find any. The whole setting was both eerie and sad.

I was in what looked like Lucky Landing from Fortnite. I walked behind a tree or lamp post where a man was standing. As he walked by me, I grabbed him and stabbed him the back. He fell to the ground bleeding. I walked a bit away and then turned back, feeling extremely guilty. I picked him up and walked over to this guy dressed in an army outfit. Then, I took him to another place where he was finally healed. He got up and became very friendly with me. He was very happy to be alive and was thanking me for saving him. He didn't know it was I who had stabbed him. I felt guilty and nervous that he would find out. His girlfriend came along and thanked me as well.

The dream shifted as we were now in front of my house but it felt like it was located where Owen's old house stands. The idea was that we were setting up this large corporate head into an illegal scam that would prove he was a bad guy and put him away. He looked like that guy that preaches at that massive church that denied victims of the hurricane in Texas. Anyways, we were down in the drive way talking about the shady deal and he had accepted. He was talking when he started to realize it was illegal and his words became gradually more suspicious. Police came and took him. A news van showed up and my mom tried to get us in front of the camera to talk about the situation. It was all my Mom's idea. I get up to the camera and I don't really know what to do with myself, I'm just kind of smiling awkwardly at the camera.


I'm in a small town in a different state, maybe different country. I'm with a friend or two. We stroll up to this ancient white temple that is growing with vines and seems to be very dirty. For some reason I think that this is where a girl that I used to talk to went after high school to play tennis. We go inside. The first floor is a mix between tennis courts and some old spa. The inside is softly lit, covered in moss and dirt, with a ring of small openings in between columns surrounding the outside of the room. My idea is that it's like a secret on how to get up to the next level of the temple. I climb into one of the openings and realize there's a path that goes around the outside of the room but it's absolutely covered with spider webs occupied by spiders. I'm getting a little bit tangled up in one when Thomas finds an opening that was closer to the entrance. We get up to the second level and it looks similar to the first level except the ceiling is higher. Hanging in the middle of the room from the ceiling is a dead body. We go up to a ledge closer to the ceiling and find a lot of old n64 video games I've never heard of. I remember it felt like we had come a long ways. I wanted to bring all of the games with me but I didn't have enough arm space, there were simply too many. I grabbed a game labeled "Chim" and threw it down to Owen. At some point I remember one of us had cut the dead body down from the ceiling like we had defeated something. We eventually went outside and came back in a few times. One time we came back in, it felt like there were defenders coming to kill us. We had to dodge around the levels until we could escape.

I left the temple and realized I was now at Westview summer camp at the main area. In my head, I was visiting my old college again and people from my fraternity were there. I started to run down the path towards the lake. I could hear people screaming or chanting in the woods. As I got closer, I realized that they were all collectively running towards me up the path. I make a 180 turn and book it back up to where I came. As I arrive, the guys pile in behind me. Some come greet me while others who I don't recognize walk into the main building. I go inside and it seems like it's some sort of bedtime now. I'm lying down looking around the room at the new members. They looked like they were 10 years old. One had a talking white bird on his shoulder. I was wearing glasses. Looking at that kid, I realized he was signaling for me to get the attention of his friend. I look at his friend and then look back and forth at them to signal this exchange.

I changed my alarm back this morning from 5:15 to 5:05. I also put the 11pm a bit quieter. I got off computer at 10:30 as normal and meditated for a half hour. Turned off alarm and put on sleep mask and went to sleep. Woke up to 5am alarm. I sat up and said I would be going back to sleep very soon. I set a few intentions and tried to recall any dreams to no success. I laid still for what only felt like a few minutes. I felt some vibrations, and then I felt some more running across my body. I tried super hard to form a dream and then I remembered that was my mistake the other day. I relaxed and let it come to me naturally. I tried to tell the dream to put me at my old house.

I saw the dream in front of me, but it was like looking at a small low res screen surrounded by darkness. I knew I was in the dream already because of how colorful it was, but I wondered how I'd pull myself into the full dream. I imagined I was viewing the dream through some sort of camera. (I was wearing my sleep mask which is likely the cause of all this) I took a deep breath and put down the camera on a table in front of me and my FOV expanded completely. I was now in the dream. It was extremely vivid. I could see everything clear as day. I was at a strange house that was kind of a mix between my old one and this one. There was a barbecue or something going on because my whole family was there, including cousins. I rubbed by hands together and knelt to the ground. I felt the concrete texture and then I punched it a few times to test its solidity. The dream was so real and stable. I then remembered something about keeping lucidity by playing music in the background so I tried that to no success. I didn't think to try other methods of summoning music aside from pure will. I gave up on that and went back to the house. I said to myself the house would transform as I entered the door. It would change to the house I wanted it to be. I opened the door and found it was still the weird mix of homes instead of the one I wanted. At one point I entered the void. I do not recall if I fully recovered from it or not, but I do recall taking off my sleep mask and still seeing the void. I realized I was still dreaming and tried to bring back a dream but as I said, I think I failed.

Gah...Accomplished a lucid via WILD, but it was shortlived and I succeeded in none of my goals. Oh well, just another step towards my goals!

I also remembered another dream throughout the night. I was doing yoga with a room full of people. There was no set routine, but a few of us noticed that the majority of the people were doing a routine in sync. They were all mirroring the exact same movements at the same time, looking stone faced in a single direction. There were murmurs throughout the people that something weird was going on. I admitted I couldn't do yoga and talked to my dream crush. I can't say I fully recognize her irl. She reminded me of a mix between a previous acquaintance and an previous coworker. Both of course I had found attractive. We struck up a conversation about the yoga people and then I asked her to dance. I said I didn't know how and she got all happy. She said she'd like to teach me and she was glad I asked. She offered me her hand and I put my hand in hers, and then I put my other hand on her hip and she started telling me what to do from there. I was in bliss while the dream faded away.

Dang. I sure am lonely, but that dream was real nice. No, I do not do yoga. I am neither in the shape or is it something I am interested in. But I should probably go dancing.