non-lucid

Date of Dream: TUE 17 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 375 - Rigorous University

I don't remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at Deakin University in Burwood and my intention was to check on WB during her first weeks there. It was currently Monday in the dream and I came across WB in one of the large courtyards along with EL and a few other friends of hers. She didn't say hello to me though and rather the group walked past me obliviously. Appearance wise, she had her hair in a frizzy pigtail and was wearing her year 12 high school hoodie. I cannot remember if she was wearing glasses or not.

It felt like the dream was playing a similar scene but it was now Thursday and I was in the courtyard with no one else around. I looked over at one of the small multi-storey buildings and thought to myself, “Aha! She must be in there”. But then after some more hesitation, I thought to myself, “Wait... She's actually not in there? So she's not in today...”. Further thoughts suggested that her days of classes were in fact Monday, Thursday and Friday but her current event was a lecture which I suspected she was watching from home rather than coming into the campus to attend it in person.

I was slightly confused as if she was going to be in for a class later on in the day or not. I finally decided that I would leave and then come back after lunchtime when the next slot of classes would be. When I was leaving though, I had to go through this weird tunnel and once I came out of the other end of it, there was this unknown man waiting for me. Apparently I got into trouble because people aren't supposed to be in the tunnel during scheduled classes, it's apparently a distraction to the classes.

So when the man went away, I waited outside the tunnel nervously and when I noticed my watch said 12:30, that's when I thought it was safe to go back through the tunnel and into the courtyard to try and locate WB for the Thursday. 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)



Dream 375: Results (Competition #5)
Competition Night: 16
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



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

+ Previous Total: 34.0
Total Accumulated Points: 35.0

Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 11:58 AM


Dream 107: The White Room

At my grandma's house, midday. I accidentally walk into an all white room with a weird green light on the ceiling. I ask one of my relatives what the purpose of this room is, and he says it's a mind erasing chamber, used for wiping bad memories. Only downside is, it wipes out your entire history and personality.

I ponder about it for a second. All of my fears and anxieties will be gone if I stay here, but isn't it my experiences that make me who I am? Isn't that basically mental suicide?

With only little time remaining I bolt it out of the white room and into the living room, only barely escaping the eponymous White Room.


Dream 108: Nostalgia

I wake up in someone else's bedroom, early hours of the morning. It seems to me that I'm lying next to my girlfriend (Not any real girlfriend just a DC). Her bed is just a mattress on the floor with possibly way more blankets than she needs. The lighting is moody and dark, you can pretty much figure out what happened last night.

I lie in bed for a couple minutes, waiting for her to wake up, and try to remember how it got to this point.

I have a flashback to the first time I met her. It was at a Wal-Mart, she was walking past a food court and I was just passing her by. She was carrying a hell of a lot of bags and she accidentally dropped her purse. I pick it back up to her and I tell her, "Maybe you should've gotten a cart while you were here, huh? Here, I'll help you with your bags."

After that it was just a bunch of conversations on the way to her car, things about family, friends, and other stuff. She told me about the place she works and recommended that I visit her sometime. As you can guess it took quite a while from getting to 'I'll help you with your bags' to being in bed with her. And it seemed like something I was pretty nostalgic about in the dream.

As for the girlfriend herself? She was Hispanic, had tan skin, and had black curly hair. She carried herself like a confident and peppy woman, and wasn't afraid to speak what was on her mind. That's about all I can remember.

I was, alongside several people, in a world looking like Fortnite. We were fighting, or rather running away from a giant. I lay under what appeared to be a bed, trying to get to some sort of an airplane wich I could complete and fly to safety. Since I was not able to leave my shelter without being spotted and attacked, I ended up getting everyone on the bed and flying off with it. I may have crashed, though I am not certain of that.

I was in a room with four groups of four sisters each. I did know some of them, but never more than one per family. One of the oldest girls took me out into the corridor and asked me if I had been kissed yet today. I said that I hadn't, but before anything could happen, the rest of the girls came out and the dream faded.

It may then have changed into this dream, or else this is an entirely new one. To get all of this dream I must mention the fact that I am usually a guy, because, in this dream, I was not. I was very certainly a girl having sex with a guy, and my first time at that, since it hurt quite a bit in the beginning. I was dimly aware of the fact that I was dreaming, because I had heard of this happening to someone before, but I didn't snap into realizing what this meant. Anyway, when I began to feel good, the guy was unfortunately already done (I saw something dripping out of me and hope this description is still OK with the forum rules), and my asking for a second round ended with the dream.

I was fighting in some war, currently in a castle. We were ordered to move out of there when I was just edgeing my knife. When I came out last, I stumbled across an officer. I then realized that I had forgotten my knife and went to get it. The officer then addressed me, describing my knife and asking if that was it. At that point I knew I knew him and he knew me and liked me and would recognize me by my knife, but also that I needed him to believe me dead. I thus ran back, picked up to knives in addition to mine, showed them to the officer and pointed out that I had picked up mine and one of the others from a fallen soldier. I left, feeling he did not believe me.

Morning of July 17, 2018. Tuesday.



In my dream, the setting is an isolated version of our present home, with the erroneous factor of being in a large field. The roof is different from what it is in reality and is more like the roof of the Cubitis house. We have neighbors who live nearby, but not as in a typical suburban area.

It seems to be late morning in my dream. Threads of my conscious self identity are scant, but I am aware of my marriage and family.

Vestibular system correlation begins in the form of the approaching winds of a storm. Zsuzsanna and I are outside. I see a tornado. It is not a threat and seems unusually thin. I non-lucidly mediate the weather without my dream self becoming lucid.

As time passes, there are a few more tornadoes. One of them moves toward our house. As I anticipated, one of the tornadoes turns, moving into our house, tearing the roof off, but not doing any other damage.

“Oh no, not again,” I say, without much emotion or excitement. (This is a reference to the natural disaster that we survived in November of last year.)

There are several large sections of boards scattered about the yard. (I do not see steel roof sheeting as in reality.) There are also sections of tar paper (which I have not seen in real life since the 1970s).

An unknown Hispanic male, apparently our closest neighbor, comes over to look at the damage. He exhibits a cheerful and helpful attitude. My dream self automatically correlates with the factor of non-lucid dream control (with no discernible trigger) and I start to realize that I can will the roof to become whole again. Pieces of the roof fly up and go back onto our house so that the roof is complete. At one point, I hold onto small rods that are part of the foundation of the house and wiggle them around as the top of the house rebuilds itself. (This is an attempt to reinduce my dream or to get more sleep, as it represents the vertical pipe of the outdoor faucet near the front of our house in reality.) I wake shortly after this. There is no exploration of indoors in this dream. It all takes place outdoors.

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Readability score: 73 (likely to be understood by a reader who has at least a 7th-grade education).

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Created Monday 16 July 2018

Got some non-LDs to note.

Dream 1 - Winter Family Gathering and Old Job Again

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was at a large picnic area in a forest clearing during a cold winter day. Many extended family members were about. In particular was uncle Valentin, dressed in a wool coat and hat, who appeared much older than when I last saw him. My brother, Conrad, who was nearby, also noticed this, claiming this made him look like a "wise man".

Cut to the streets of an unknown urban area at dusk. Uncle Valentin, my sister Francine, my pal Harold, an unknown supposed acquaintance and I were walking around. Save for uncle Valentin and I, the rest of the group split to play board games. I noticed my hair was a total mess, having thick dust in between. Woulda taken hours to clean that off.

Later, I'd arrived in my old job at the gas station. The interior looked quite different. In contrast, the co-workers I spotted looked almost exactly the same, of whom included Salvador and Erving, about the only difference being the latter missing his moustache. Anyway, I gave an awkward greeting to them. I also found that I was already in uniform. As such, I went to sign myself up in the log-in binder. I 'remembered' having powers, prompting me to telekinetically drag said binder to me. But, my clumsy handling of such caused the binder to fall to the floor in pieces. What's more, I see I was scheduled for much later than anticipated. Erving chided me for not calling earlier to verify this.

Think I was slowly figuring the dream out. Pity the cat decided to wake me up...

Scrap Group 1
Passing through a suburban area at daytime. I seat myself on one of several seats randomly placed there, a few of which were those from home, and browse the web on my laptop. Francine showed up, curious as to what I was doing. Later on, I spot my niece Adina passing by unattended. Then, Jim Gaffigan spontaneously appeared, walking a large and small dog. The animals accosted my niece, and the bigger one even seemed to bite her. I woulda attacked the dogs outright, if Jim hadn't convinced me that no harm was done or meant.

Dream 2 - Atypical Transport Transits

Scene 1 - Car-Bomb and Brawls
The visuals were a bit dim and blurred. I was in a crowded subway station. Just then, Batman and Bane (as depicted in the Nolan-verse) appeared out of nowhere, both locked in combat.

While that was happening, an out-of-control silver luxury sedan swerved right into the tracks. A woman was trapped inside in the driver's seat, and in the passanger's seat was a package. Figured a bomb must've been there. 'Knowing' I had powers, I dragged the woman out of the vehicle through telekinesis, if perhaps less than gently.

I then started lifting the car out to safety, when a live action version of Superman appeared, followed by Lex Luthor in kryptonite-powered armor. Their ensuing brawl was causing a lot of noise and property damage, lapsing my concentration. I stepped in between the two, insisting they cease until I dealt with the bomb. Luthor glared at me from behind his helmet's yellow visors, then wolloped me square beneath my chin.

Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Not Your Usual Trip to the Airport
Similar visuals. I was a passenger in an airliner. There was a shower out in the open for all to use. I myself didn't even bat an eye to doing such, though it seemed I used up all the hot water, causing a bit of an uproar.

Cut to the airport. I collect my luggage with other supposed friends that were (apparently) aboard as well. One of them spots ads for pit fighting and a target shooting competition, the prize being a vintage rifle. They urged me to enter, claiming that my powers would give me an advantage, though I wasn't interested.

Skip ahead to a crowded checkpoint. Harold and Conrad were now with me. The former gets in a conversation with a guard lady, an easygoing stubby woman in her thirties with tanned skin and dark hair. I thought of using my powers to prank her, all on a lark. Before I could go on with that, the dream collapsed suddenly.

Created Sunday 15 July 2018

Got a dream and a WILD loop to note, though I've forgotten much of the non-lucid portions of the latter.

Scrap Group 1
Flying around at daytime. I thought I was LDing after waking up from this, but I can't prove that.

Dream 1 - Hidden Designer Base

The visuals were clear. I was entering a community center, one of numerous structures within a massive building complex. Apparently, I was infiltrating the place as part of a mission, of which wasn't entirely outlined at the moment.

Numerous people were waiting in the front lounge, several distinctly cartoon figures. Of the latter group, I identified Bugs Bunny, and a heroically built cowboy. An armed guard and receptionist screened a gate further ahead. To get past them, I had to cause a commotion, which I managed by provoking those above-distinguished animated characters into attack each either.

I sneaked through a cafeteria kitchen, and made my way into a small public computer lab. There, I gather further instructions on my objective. There were details of a high-profile clothing designer (slim woman in her 50's), and, more importantly, a secret bunker she'd hidden underground near the very site I stood in. I was tasked with breaking in there unnoticed, and steal a prototype of her latest dress. Much as one would spoil movies or games, I Googled a guide describing the target site's layout, making note of various alarm and gas traps. I then took a different nearby exit past another security gate, a middle aged black woman guarding the area. For a moment, I wanted to go back to look for random trivia, but was told I needed a library card, to which I admitted not having.

Skip back to the lobby, then to the gate near the kitchen, all of which had been emptied. I continued onwards out a backdoor. This took me to a wide courtyard, night sky above. In the center was an even larger structure, the site of my mark. Contrasting the surrounding buildings, this one was completely unlit.

Anyway, I opened a roll-up door on the side of the building, and broke in. Inside was an entire warehouse of fancy clothing, many already arranged in racks. I soon heard the steps of footsteps approaching, so I hid behind some of said clothes. In appears the designer, along with a group of execs and a full guard detail. She promotes her wares, odd, given the near pitch-darkness. There may have been word about contraband, or at least something of questionable legality. To better conceal myself, I turned invisible. This proved highly impractical, for doing so not only required my yelling out at the top of my lungs (I even shouted "FIND ME" at times!), but to also frequently repeat the action. And yet, it seemed the others were none the wiser. There were a few close calls, though it was due more to a clumsy misstep than from any noise I made.

After prodding around, I found a hidden hatch near a pillar, the entryway to the bunker. Opening it revealed a stairway spanning to inscrutable depths. I continued a few stories below, before turning a hallway. At the end of that was the only door in sight. Inside that was a narrow room. All its walls were built of solid steel, save for the furthest one, which was made of bullet proof glass. A lower level was visible below, the area almost completely darkened, if it weren't for a spotlight featuring a small safe. The mark, no doubt.

I noticed various unlabeled dials and levers nearby. Now, I knew better than to just activate any of these willy nilly... except I did so anyway. Such overeagerness cost me dearly. Within seconds, alarms were blaring, my exit was sealed shut by a vault door, and the hissing of gas could be heard above. I could just imagine that designer's smug amusement at my predicament. Still, I "figured" this was only a game. And so, through an interface, I merely exited to the 'main menu'. Quite a disappointment, losing the way I did, but it was better than dying.

Now, I found myself in a cold forest during an especially brilliant night. Gigantic walls of an enormous city could be seen in the distance, its many sparkling lights not diminishing the view of the cosmos above. Such an unbelievable view had me in awe. It also almost lead to awareness. Unfortunately, just as I was bordering lucidity, that cat woke me up.

Dream 2 - WILD Jaunt

WILD transition in bed. I rub on the mattress to confirm. There were supposedly several housemates arguing in another room, but I disbelieved that entirely. It took a few tries at rolling out the bed before I fell to the void, where I rubbed my hands thoroughly before waiting out a transition.

My first warp took me within dark caverns. I flew out the nearest exit, then got instantly teleported again. Next stop was in a misty forest of dead trees, a strange purple light in the distance the only source of visibility. Soon, I stumbled upon a campfire. A savage witch was performing a ritual there, her hair unkempt and cloak in scanty tatters. Various figures were hidden in the tree's branches, possibly others of her kind, if not far more frightful things. I carefully approached the sorceress for a closer look, only to get pulled away by a mysterious force.

I was then warped in a snowy forest at night. Visible in the distance was a whimsical town, quite small, yet glistening with extravagant lights. Like something out of a Disney movie. I flew by a few houses, but couldn't really get too far before yet another transition.

This time, I ended up in the outskirts of a town at early dawn. Contrasting the above, this was a bleak and derelict site. I strolled by a few of the more exposed buildings, but saw no one around.

The dream collapsed soon afterwards. Don't recall other things clearly. Pretty sure I end up flying somewhere at daytime, with the possibility of being lucid. Something of my visiting distant relatives in a small house. Next was a false awakening, where some weird kid was in the lounge. Then, something of getting into an excessively brutal fight with my brother? Don't recall how this ended.

Memorised the dream about 3 hours ago, when I got up from bed, but haven't had a chance until now to write it down, so some details are missing along the way. Non-lucid dream:

I can't remember how the dream started; for the first part I was in some sort of library, with two floors, a ground floor and a first floor. There were some sort of MIB agents downstairs and I was on the first floor, seeing them from behind the banisters - they realised I was there and started trying to grab me and I was trying to keep myself low but avoiding them; they were trying to get up by climbing, though none of them remembered to try and use stairs initially, I felt like they would be trying it soon; I saw a doorway that leaded to a concrete (and stone maybe) stairwell and I went through quickly and saw that the stairs went up and down.

I decided to go down, quickly going down step-by-step since I wasn't familiar with the stairs, otherwise would have done every 3 steps instead to go down quicker, and I could feel that the agents were looking for me here; I reached a point where the stairs still went further down but they were cut off by a small wall, so I jumped over it and there was a little ramp that I slid down on - I didn't stumble and kept going down for what now seems like it must have been quite a while, and finally reached a bottom, where there was a doorway to an "outside".

As I stepped outside everything had this sort of yellow-green tinge, like there was a lot of dust of this colour, and there was daylight, but I looked up and saw that the stairwell was a block of concrete coming down from what looked like an enormous black metallic machine with a central column that hung over this area I was in, with the rest of its supports, five or six of them I think, further out; the central column had tubes going to the other supports and other sections... Down on my level it was like a small city or town with dusty roads and pavements and there was nobody else apart from many of these MIB types and futuristic military vehicles, but the buildings looked fairly normal.

I can't remember exactly, but I think some of them noticed me and started chasing after me so I got into a small armoured vehicle type thing that had a gun mounted on top and here there's sort of a transition from the normal perception of things (from my eyes) to a third-person view of the vehicle, as in a game. I sped up and followed the curvy town roads and noticed a bigger military tank with some sort of cannon was chasing me, so I started trying to fire the gun on my vehicle, but it didn't seem to do anything to do the bigger vehicle; they didn't fire at me but kept the cannon pointed at me and I think I must have gotten to a dead-end or simply decided to get out, and ran into an alleyway and seemed to lose them, my perception being normal again, i.e. from my eyes, since I got out from the vehicle.

In this alleyway I remember seeing plenty of these guys just sitting around doing nothing in their suits and sunglasses, and I made particular note of one of them sitting on a wooden bench in the shade of a building. They didn't seem phased by me and weren't getting up trying to get me or anything. I stopped and looked at this guy on the bench, I didn't feel like I was being chased anymore. He was looking down to the ground, resting his arms on his knees, sort of hunched forward.

All of a sudden I heard loudspeakers across the town, saying something like "... and the winner of tonight's lottery is: Tom (indecipherable)". As this happened I saw the man change; his clothes were different, more casual, his sunglasses were gone, he looked like a regular guy, but he still had this empty expression; one of the other agents loitering about looked at him and said "Hey it's the third time you win in a row, this isn't fair!", visibly angry at this guy for constantly winning - of course, now the speakers played again, pretty much saying the same thing, more of the other guys getting angry at him; him keeping his empty expression, but I think looking at me.

I don't remember any more of this dream, so I can't say for sure if it ended here or not, but this is where my memory of it ends.

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Some notes:

• I've recently been watching the Matrix and the Animatrix again, which always gets me thinking about dreams, so I know that a lot of this dream's atmosphere and theme is around that. Other things like the military vehicles come from a different number of games.
  
• During the dream I did not feel particularly distressed or anything; I was simply running along with a situation, not thinking about it or the context.
  
• The only normal dream sign that appeared was the stairwell; dream signs related to travel (trains, stairwells, elevators/lifts, long car journeys) are some of my most common signs, but I almost never remember to think about them in dreams.
  
• This is my first DJ entry here.

I had a really fun dream about a secret feature in a fnaf game. It was meant to be a teaser for a larger project coming out soon.
The developer made the mistake of allowing you to play the whole game as long as you have it open, but once you close it you're locked out until the game release. DJ Sterf, Dawko, Markiplier, etc all closed the game before making any serious attempts at the teaser game, but I actually played it for a good while.

It was a hyper realistic doomsday game. When you start the simulation it gives the option of setting a difficulty. The settings are randomized in the preview but I managed to give the max difficulty run a few tries. It was absolutely nuts. You start with like 4 items that are used to prevent certain disasters. One is a plague that originates in hospitals. You have to administer a medicine to the sick patient. If they die, the plague spreads by touch. You only start with one medicine, and there may be multiple sick patients, specially on higher difficulties. There are natural disasters such as a big thunderstorm. The playing area is a town on an island surrounded by sea.

Because I was on max difficulty it was crazy from the start. Seas are roaring, and suddenly a few large ships come near land, each shooting 5 cannons at a time at a fast rate. I counted about 3 separate ships doing this. They attacked anything and everything. I saw a large godzilla in the far distance. I saw another gigantic monster coming towards me, but I don't remember what. I think it was on land, but I can only think of a giant shark that was attacking. Whatever it was, a large triceratops stampeded towards me and hit the giant creature instead.

There were other goals and enemies to deal with as well. Some required a freddy fazbear mask to fool, others you had to "click" on them. I remember one moment just being in a house. It was dark, I was looking for materials, but enemies kept spawning. The puppet, bonnie, etc. I got a bit frustrated because some of the enemies were preventing the door from working, and I needed to just get out of there so I could do other things. The goal of the game was to last 5 minutes. Doesn't seem that hard, right? Wrong. There is so much chaos, that the island gets destroyed very quickly. Can't hide, must run and subdue as many enemies as fast as possible.

Morning of July 16, 2018. Monday.



My dream takes place in a new variation of our present home. There is an unknown male present, though I do not perceive him as an intruder. There is an awareness of the Rose Street apartment, which eventually fuses into the setting as our present house is then on the second floor.

An unknown male comes up the staircase into our home, and this male, I do see as an intruder. (It is the personification of RAS.) I non-lucidly modulate my dream and force him out. Other people are present for a time. (My perception is not clear due to non-lucidly modulating over RAS before the ultradian rhythm peak, as I went to sleep about an hour later than I usually do.)

Before the preconscious avatar leaves my dream, I see him down in an alley, which is reminiscent of where Dennis (older half-brother on my mother’s side) lived in La Crosse years ago. I stay on the second floor at this time. There appears to be someone on their back in the alley, and this causes the preconscious avatar to run off. I am uncertain if it is a person or an arrangement of clothes and boots. I see a couple of other unknown people. “Is there anyone in there,” I ask. I am asking the others if there is someone “inside” the arrangement of clothing.

Very curiously, Harriet Madeley (as Scarlett in “Waking David” from 2016), as the interconsciousness avatar, walks into our lounge room from the front door. (I do not become lucid at any point. I only remember the autosymbolic factors and dynamics of the dream state, of which I have often used to non-lucidly control my dream since I was a toddler. However, as I said above, my ultradian rhythm is skewed, altering my potential status of lucidity.)

I follow Harriet, who takes on nuances of Zsuzsanna without my dream self being aware of this. We slowly walk down the stairs, which is difficult because each step has boxes and miscellaneous items on it. My dream becomes more and more vivid as I walk down the stairs, about four steps behind her.

We are in what seems to be an outside area near the bottom of the stairs. I see what appears to be a corpse. The body is on its back. I associate it with Kristy Bruce (as Amy from “Waking David” - though she did not die in the movie). My dream starts to become more vivid as I gaze at it. Harriet, walking away, cheerfully says something about the corpse’s status and its identity. I do not recall what she said. I consider if it is a real corpse or street art. I wonder if it is papier-mâché. Her face is flat and skull-like, covered with wrinkled yellow skin. There is somewhat of an eerie feeling but no sense of fear. I slowly wake.

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The movie title “Waking David” had been on my mind (though did not dominate my thoughts), which had produced much of my dream’s autosymbolism. The interconsciousness is probably laughing at me for not perceiving the associations. It is presently very rare for me to use a staircase and not become lucid. I have used this factor in RAS mediation since I was a toddler. The corpse was autosymbolism for both my lack of lucidity and the inactivity of my physical body. The vestibular system correlation of using the staircase as a typical trigger to vivify and sustain the dream state was not as focused as it usually is, which was represented by the clutter on the steps. Factors of lucidity mainly stem from ultradian rhythm. (This is apparently why the WBTB method works for some who need to “attempt” to become lucid). I do not use so-called reality checks, as it biologically corrupts the purpose of the reticular formation and my dream self is not my conscious self identity. Additionally, it stabilizes my dream where I then think I am awake, so it does not work for me. The hand trick does not work either. If I suspect I am dreaming, my hands become more realistic and tangible, the opposite of what others claim.

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Readability score: 68. Correctness of writing: 100. Intellectual value: 75.

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Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM

Woke up at: 12:00 PM

Dream 106:

I wake up in the bed of what is an exact replica of my parents' bedroom-- nighttime-- when a blonde woman walks up to me and tosses some terms of affection my way. I get confused for a second,"Wait, I don't have a wife. Do I? Wasn't I just?..." I seriously start questioning my reality at this point. I start thinking to myself,"Was everything that happened to me before just a dream? Did I really forget I have a wife? Husband of the year I guess..." I walk around the living room, dazed. It's nighttime so I can't really make out any specifics, but I can tell it was close to Christmas seeing as we set up a tree in the living room. My daughter, a black-haired teenager it looks like, tries talking to me. She is wearing a black tank top with red writing.

Then it jump-cuts to my high school years.

I'm at a high school alongside some of my friends and a younger version of my DC wife (At that point my DC girlfriend). I take a look around. Orange and silver are the two primary colors, as with my high school, but things looked marginally different. There were gates everywhere (None of which were higher than 4-5 feet by the way) and everyone was packed together like a can of sardines. A really odd design for a school.

We have received word about an unknown zombie-like virus that is spreading throughout the country, getting worse and worse as the days go on, but nobody seems to be understanding what's going on. My girlfriend, my friends, and I all decide to skip class and wait near the entrance of the school just in case something decides to kick off.

I sit next to my girlfriend with many of the same facial features as before, looking like a young version of Elena Fisher of Uncharted fame. I try putting my hand on her arm, but I notice her pulling her arm away so I leave it at that. Stressful times I suppose.

One of my friends decides to have some fun, and is playing a video game on his phone alongside the guy next to him. The volume on their phone is absurdly loud, and I start getting concerned that one of the staff may hear it and separate our group.

Nothing of the sort happened though, except I spot a misty, erratic shadow in the distance. All of us know exactly what it is. In an instant we all storm towards the exit, but it's too late. School security must have seen it too, seeing as there is a smorgasbord of them lining the entrances. Kids are hurriedly cramming themselves into buses, and we also decide it's our best course of action.

I get pushed towards the back by a flood of 9th graders, but I can still see my friends in the bus. My girlfriend is sitting right in front of me.

Somewhere along the way we manage to get off the bus and tour an abandoned neighborhood. The four of us are scavenging for just about everything: food, water, medicine, Band-Aids, clothing, weaponry (Kitchen knives mostly) and whatever else we feel is necessary. The "camera" then pans upwards towards the sky, as if it were the end of the episode or something.

I think the main thing that got to me in this dream was the 'reality' of it all. Like, sure, I don't have a wife and a daughter in the real world, but it's the details that got to me. The first genuine crush I had was with a blonde girl, very similar in complexion to the DC wife in the dream. I did end up spending a lot of time with her, so a bond definitely was brewing (At least my perspective). I myself have jet black hair, so having a daughter that has the same color hair I have wouldn't be too far off. And with me owning the house my parents have now? Pretty much all of my siblings have moved out in some form or another, so that just speaks for itself.

I gotta say, the thought that all my years of life were completely untrue and waking up into a completely new one kinda broke me on the inside.

I dreamed that I was watching the news with my mom and her partner.
The news was about the coming of a weird EU ban/censorship of a video game which contained content that was found to be insulting to Islam. It was especially strange because it was a very obscure video game on a very obscure old platform called Puma, which I'm sure pretty much nobody would know.

Nevertheless, after hearing the news, we rushed to find that video game and this Puma itself. We weren't interested in the game at all, it was just 100% curiosity piqued by the Streisand effect. My mom and her partner went to look for the video game at the store. Meanwhile I went to the basement to search around in our old stuff.

After searching around in the most abandoned places of the basement, I found my mom's old Puma, covered in spider webs. It was a gray device with a screen, a large cartridge slot and a big button on it. The plastic had an engraving of the real-life Puma logo (the running shoes brand).
I brought it upstairs, and when mom came back with the video game, we blew in its cartridge and in the slot, and inserted it, toggled the big button, and a red LED lit up.
The device showed large black monochrome pixels, and produced muffled beeping noises from inside.

The gameplay was extremely poor. The game's background was a single static image of something resembling a desert, and the play area was under it, where there were static sprites of guys with turbans, beards and scimitars. You repeatedly pressed a directional button to advance your guy toward the right while enemies were coming at him toward the left. When an enemy got near you, you had to quickly press the attack button and the enemy disappeared. When you got to the right, you advanced to the next screen, which basically just meant that some score value was incremented and the position of your guy was reset to the left side of the screen.

We got bored of it after like 2 minutes and wondered what all the fuss was about, and why the heck they would ban this (especially after all those years).

Date of Dream: SUN 15 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 374 - Separated Sections

Dream 374 A - Team Leadership By A Dream Guide
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in distress but I forgot what the specific issue was. I started my usual call out for Dreamy WB which was followed only by silence, so I was worried that I wasn't heard. After a short pause though, all these girls from the class of 2017 paraded out of this corner in their school uniform. I thought to myself, “Dreamy WB's bound to be in there somewhere”.

Once like before, I carefully watched all the girls who paraded out and when I thought I saw Dreamy WB, I would go in there and get her attention. Within the parade, I could see all the girls' faces, except for one. One had their head turned so that the back of their head was towards me. I could tell by the hair though, which was this dark brown, almost rich dark chocolate colour and underneath it was a lighter tone of brown skin. Her hair was in this neat pinned up-do which is difficult for me to describe.

I went up to that girl and said “Dreamy WB!” as I tapped her on the shoulder. As the other girls continued to parade on, Dreamy WB stopped, then turned around slowly, and then just stood there, looking at me with a stern face. Although her face was stern, I could still tell it was her by the warm energy I was perceiving. Once I told her what the problem was, she put her left hand on my right shoulder and then graduated on to giving me a light, loose hug.

The dream scene changed and now Dreamy WB and I were in the driveway just outside the garage at my house. Dreamy WB still held the same appearance as the last scene but now, we were in a tight hug and we held that hug even when I wanted to go somewhere. We moved in unison into the garage where my dad and brother were. Still locked in the hug, I was looking towards them and so Dreamy WB was looking backwards at the roller door.

Still, she managed to be aware of what was going on as she said, “You guys will have to work together for this scene”. As she said that, she tried to turn her head so she was looking over at my dad in the distance. For the first time in dream history, my family actually respected her and my dad nodded at her in agreement of her statement. My brother did a slight nod after that. Then Dreamy WB moved with me again and led us into the backyard where my mum was. That's all I can remember for this dream.

Dream 374 B - The Kid Who Tortures Me
The dream started with the family and I in our old house, in the kitchen. We ended up going outside and onto the street. There was something about knocking on the door of number 27 but I forgot what was supposed to happen. Although we also lived in an odd number, as we walked, eventually, the numbers on our side turned even. I then thought to myself, “Where the heck would number 27 be?”. Interestingly enough, the sequence of numbers became odd again and we eventually caught sight of the number 27 on a letterbox.

My dad went into the driveway of this house and knocked on the door while I still stood and watched in anticipation from the footpath. When the door opened though, I started to feel uneasy and actually started to run. I urged my mum to get away from the house and run up the street as I anticipated something terrible was bound to happen. Indeed something terrible did happen, as I was running, I managed to look back and there was this weird thing chasing everyone, something that I can't visually describe.

Going down the hill on the other end of the street, this kid from one of the mums caught up to me and started hitting me. I didn't have time to patiently deal with him, so I elbowed him, ultimately shoving him off the footpath altogether. I then caught sight of who his mum was and so when I approached the woman, I told her about what her son did. The woman was on my side and when the kid came back to try and get me again, she defended me from him.

Back at the bottom of the looped street, we stopped and talked but I forgot what the group talked about. I then took this blank ID card out of my pocket and pondered something about it. The dream scene moved into some post office like room and apparently I was making an ID card for Dreamy WB. I forgot what her appearance was in this scene, the only thing I can remember is her hair was straight, but she asked me if I didn't want her to smile and I said to her, “Actually, I'd prefer you to smile”, so she did. The scene then changed back to the runaway scene and I was looking at a complete version of Dreamy WB's newly made ID card.

The next scene was a replica of the Cairo museum from the prologue of Sly 2 but it did look slightly different... I wasn't in this scene, I was watching it from third person mode. Some aspects of the museum more resembled a 2D platform like it was in the style of a Mario game. The mission was being briefed and apparently there was an order that the characters would do their jobs in. The first job would be done by Bentley, the second by Sly and then the last by Murray. When it came to Bentley, he was in the wheelchair and he had to use his magnet and fishing pole to drag something out of an NPC's pocket.

Next was Sly and I don't clearly remember what he had to do. All I can remember is that it was something related to Mario's move-set. I thought it was then Murray's turn and so when Sly went again, I was thinking to myself, “Oi! What about Murray?”. Murray ended up doing the fourth sequence of the episode and what was weird is that he actually replaced Mario in the exact same move-set and game style... He was the one jumping everywhere and grabbing the coins but you couldn't see Murray or the stage; it was only a silhouette of him and the coins, like the event was happening behind some curtain or projector screen.

As the silhouette of Murray is just about in the middle of the stage and some of the coins are gone, this smaller silhouette comes onto the stage and I subconsciously realise that this silhouette was me! Apparently I grabbed the few remaining coins that Murray had missed when he traversed that part of the stage. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)



Dream 374: Results (Competition #5)

374 A
Competition Night: 14
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

374 B
Competition Night: 14
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:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Summon Dream Guide: Dreamy WB (1.0)
- Ask For Advice (1.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 30.0
Total Accumulated Points: 34.0

Mcdonald's

Just working at mcdonald's. The morning shift came in. A blond girl came in and started asking me questions. From another angle it was a guy with long hair? I kept thinking it was a trans.

Chatting

Brief fragment of chatting with Jamie on facebook. I was telling her ,"Well, I have a vacation coming up end of august." The conversation implied we were planning a real life meet.
Lucid

I was at a carnival. I was outside a tarped wall when I jumped up and floated. I became lucid because of this. I wanted to look for Jamie. I saw Mike from work (who seemed to have a green shadow on him) and asked him how to teleport out of here? He pointed to a wooden building painted white and said that was the way out.

I went up to the building and couldn't find any door. I found a crack in the wood and pried it open with my hands. I went inside and found a hallway with no doors. Didn't think that was the way so I went back outside. I kept calling to Jamie and intending to find her. I tried a spin teleportation. I spun around and then fell on the ground and fell asleep. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but white noise like on an old television all around me. My memory fades after this.



Scary preacher

FA, in a room with some guy preaching over me. He kept telling me if I fail to show works that I am not really saved. He then kept trying to smother me with a blanket.

I got up and tried to argue that I am saved by grace through faith. He kept yelling at me that I wasn't saved. He began choking me and yelling. I wanted to yell louder, "I rest solely on the completed work of Jesus Christ on the cross as works for my salvation." But he was choking me too hard. All I could muster was, "You listen.." a few times. I couldn't breathe at all because he was choking me and still ranting. I silently prayed for Jesus to give me strength to overpower this man. As if an answer came the dream suddenly ended and I awoke.


Don't you even try it

Jamie was driving me out in the country somewhere. She said something that sounded like she wanted to die. I went on a tirade telling her not too. I wish I remembered the words. After probably babbling anti suicide stuff. She said to me, "We have to keep dreaming these dreams or we'll both be alone." I woke up then.

I made a video game! Again!

This game was the third entry in a shooter game series. The first two weren't made by me, but a third was in development and became vaporware. So I decided to make it from scratch, sort of unofficially.

It was the first game in the series to be in 3D. Interestingly, everything was made out of cardboard. The maps were outside areas, but they were inside a cardboard box with a skybox painted on it. The floor was painted green and the skybox various shades of blue and white. The weapons and enemies, the houses and the trees, everything was painted cardboard cutouts. And it was like a video game, but at the same time, the player is physically next to the box, as if he controls the character like a puppet.

I let my friend play the game. The first few maps were simple. He was having fun shooting up enemies in the destructible cardboard terrain.
But then there was the third map, which was very peculiar. It seemed to be a completely empty area without an exit at all. I giggled as my friend was stumped, looking around and trying to figure this out.

Eventually he found out the solution to the puzzle. He put his hand inside the play area, poked a hole in the floor, and tore it to shreds. The exit was located under the ground. I laughed my ass off and clapped my hands because he found it.

In this first part of the dream, I was outside when I was greeted by an alien who said he was from the Dorian galaxy. He was about the size of an old TV set, with pinkish skin and a large, veiny head. His suit only covered his torso. I took me and my friends to his home planet, but we couldn't get there because the fuel ran out. A friend of mine, someone else named J, suggested steering the ship to a planet and then taking off from that planet to the next one until we got there. I was on board with it until I realized how big those distances were. One planet had an atmosphere that displayed a wierd pattern that looked a lot like simplified neurons in the brain. Another one was entirely inhabited by clones of Jake from Adventure time. Both has Spore-like creatures inhabiting them as well.

In the next part, my sister was Amelia Earhart, or at least dressed like a cartoon rendition of her, and was starting 9/11. I was there to help her for some reason, along with my friends. Zack from Riddle School was being forced to do extremely absurd challenges, like at an entire slice of watermelon including the crust in 5 seconds. There was another one before that one that was less absurd, but I forgot what it was.