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    1. Dream - Road Rules In America & New Installation Worries

      by , 05-13-2018 at 08:31 AM
      Date of Dream: SUN 13 MAY - 2018



      Dream No. 330 - Separated Sections

      Dream 330 A - Road Rules In America
      I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was roaming around the streets of America but I didn't know what state or city I was in. I was at a strip of shops, talking to some random American people. I forgot what I said to them specifically but I know I was trying to find my way around and get familiar with my surroundings. I also did a small amount of shopping but I forgot what I bought.

      I was then in some outside car-park, about to get into my black rental car which resembled the model of car that Dreamy WB usually drives; but first, I needed to know how to drive on the streets of America. Logan appeared nearby in his yellow Jeffy t-shirt and some plain jeans and offered to come with me. Although it was America, the driver still sat on the right side and Logan, as the passenger, sat to the left of me.

      On the roads now, he instructed me about what to do. I got the hint that I was supposed to drive on the right side of the road but then there were all these cars parked within the lane. When there was a gap of no cars, I attempted to do the right side driving. When I finally got to the right side of the road, I felt very uncomfortable driving and the car was very wobbly, going from side to side... Despite what the rules were Logan encouraged me and said it was okay to drive on the left side of the road.

      There was now sub-scene playing in the dream as well. Law enforcement was talking to me and it was about arrangements in case I did something wrong during my time in America, seeing as though I didn't have much money on me. They said that if I get fined, that I can elect my next of kin to pay it for me. Focusing back on the main scene, I was now driving on the left side of the road and although I knew it was wrong, I felt comfortable without any complex driving manoeuvres.

      The scene than changed completely and I was back at my house in Australia. I heard that my dad had received a penalty payment of $22,000 and I knew that this was because they caught me driving on the wrong side of the road in America. I was shocked and I said to my dad, “Dad, I don't want you paying penalties that you don't deserve. Go and tell them that Logan was the one that caused me to break the law”. I was low-key hoping that the $22,000 fine would be passed onto Logan due to false instruction and that fact that I knew what his general behaviour was like. Despite what I said, my dad insisted that he pay the penalty himself. The dream ended there.

      Dream 330 B - New Installation Worries
      I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my current house but I forgot what I was doing specifically. My brother was supposedly installing new lights and other features into the family bathroom and I was supposed to go in there by myself and test all of them out. I was okay testing out all the lights but I wasn't ready to test out the bathroom fan yet, I anticipated it was going to be very loud and so I was scared of doing so.

      I figured I would go and seek Dreamy WB to help me out. For a while though, I was just standing around and hesitating when I thought to myself, “Hmm, Dreamy WB has actually helped me with this kind of stuff before”. I then went out of the bathroom and started looking for her. I forgot what I did in the next part of the scene.

      I came back to the bathroom and although there wasn't a physical version of Dreamy WB there; I saw a picture of her stuck onto the bathroom wall just above the tile tessellation. I walked close by and as I gazed at the picture, I felt relaxed and there was no sense of stress anymore. The picture was extremely colourful with Dreamy WB wearing her Oktoberfest outfit and in the background were hints of rubies on the left and sapphires on the right; her outfit was red. At one point I could hear my mum walking around nearby and so I was scared that she would detect a sense of Dreamy WB... Luckily, that didn't happen. I then got to finishing trying out all the newly installed features of the bathroom.

      There was a scene in the middle of the dream where I was TAFE but the building looked nothing like in real life. GA was taking us for a subject but I have forgotten what the subject was. There was some random book lying around on a table and when I went to pick it up; it had a picture of Sly, Bentley and Murray on the front cover from Sly 2. Although there was nothing really important about the book. I somehow felt that Murray was present but I didn't know where he was; and the dream changed scenes again.

      The next part of the dream took place at my primary school. I barely remember anything about this scene. All I can remember is that the layout of the school was the same as in real life but the designs of the classrooms were somewhat distorted. The bell had gone at 3:30 PM and so I went to look for the real WB but I forgot what I wanted her for. I got to the King Arthur Drive exit and I realised that her bus had already left. I then heard that my mum had changed to waiting for me at Galahad Crescent, so I had to run to the other end of the school; that's all I can remember about this dream.



      Dream Tasks
      - Re-stabilize in-dream performance from Dreamy WB; she hasn't been appearing lately (Achieved? Partially)
      - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
      - Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
      - Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? No)



      Dream 330: Results (Competition #3)

      330 A
      Competition Night: 12
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Dream Guide: Logan (?)
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

      330 B
      Competition Night: 12
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



      Points For This Entry: 8.0
      Calculation Details:
      - Non-Lucid Fragment (1.0)
      - Ask for advice-NL: How to drive? (1.0)
      - Non-Lucid Fragment (1.0)
      - 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0)

      + Previous Total: 81.5
      Total Accumulated Points: 89.5



      The reason that the Dreamy WB task is partially achieved is because she did provide assistance within the dream but the task will only be fully achieved when she physically appears in a human or satisfactory half-human form.

      Updated 05-13-2018 at 08:53 AM by 93119 (just remembered more details)

      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. Night Moves

      by , 05-13-2018 at 07:26 AM
      Morning of May 13, 2018. Sunday.



      I find myself in an unfamiliar park at night. Zsuzsanna is present but is only about eighteen years old. My conscious self identity is not extant, though I want to be with Zsuzsanna, though it is implied we have not yet spent time together. Her father is present at one point. There is a cheerful atmosphere. A number of strange events take place with the typical timeline distortions and setting alterations. Part of the park has a cemetery, as has sometimes been the case in dreams since childhood.

      At one point, Zsuzsanna is standing near me and something invisible pushes her from her right. I wave my hand to make it visible and it is a tyrannosaurus of a somewhat yellowish color. It is not rendered very realistically and I wave it off.

      In one scene, I wave my hands in front of a small audience. The expectation is to cause trees to uproot and to float in the air as well as headstones being lifted from the ground to float in the air. It does not happen right away, which puzzles me (even though I am not lucid), but there is some eventual movement.

      In one of the last vivid scenes, I want to be with Zsuzsanna but I am puzzled by having barnacles growing from my left shoulder and upper left arm. I realize that this is not a serious medical condition, but I think it might make me undesirable. The barnacles jut out to about two inches.

      In the last sequence, Zsuzsanna is standing near me and about six people, mostly in white with numbers on their tank tops, run toward us, though we are not directly in their path, so they run past us. Soon after this, what I first consider is a wheel rolls toward us. I turn to look behind me as it rolls down the path. It turns to the right and seems to jump and then rolls a short distance into a field before stopping. The scene shifts to where I am on the Barolin Street house’s porch without realizing I had lived here once or remembering that a porch has been common autosymbolism for the waking space of a dream since early childhood.

      An unknown male of about twenty is present on the porch (the preconscious). He has a backpack and had been in the marathon. He is also a skydiver. Apparently, the “wheel” that rolled and jumped was his parachute wrapped up in the circular shape and it somehow got away from him. I cheerfully tell him of how it seemed to somehow jump on its own from the side of the road, implying that it might indicate a supernatural “I am” held by the parachute itself, as if it possessed consciousness.



      Working at decoding in reverse, the last scene is the very common (once per sleep cycle for over fifty years) vestibular system correlation autosymbolism and personification of the vestibular system factor by way of the preconscious. (This always represents a subliminal anticipation of the return to consciousness due to the nature of the falling start, which is solely biological.)

      The barnacle scene is from “Barnacle Bill the Sailor”, a rather ribald song my father used to perform fairly often in public. Still, the lines I laughed at the most as a child were “I’ll come down and let you in,” (sang three times in a falsetto voice), said the fair young maiden. “Well, hurry before I bust the door,” says Barnacle Bill the Sailor. Therefore, I suppose there is a very subtle liminal awareness of doorway autosymbolism as well as the autosymbolic nature of using a staircase (for changing the level of awareness in a dream). Still, there are usually transpersonal influences in levels of unconsciousness closer to waking. In this case, Zsuzsanna had been looking at a pirate outfit for a small teddy bear (which additionally is a dream state indicator), which I had not known about, so there are always intriguing external correlations and synchronicity.

      The tyrannosaurus scene is a throwback to childhood dreams where I had liminal dream control and created chase scenes without my dream self fully perceiving the source of the dream events by way of the preconscious (which is how dreams are mainly rendered, not by way of the unconscious, which the dream self does not have viable access to, or so-called subconscious, as the dream self is the subconscious personified, and without much intelligence or memory unless lucid).

      The cemetery is often perceived as the factor of the conscious self not being extant in the dream state, the same aspect that creates certain types of ghost autosymbolism.


    3. Log 1109 - Plummeted Fortune

      by , 05-13-2018 at 12:22 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Saturday 12 May 2018

      Not much today, but at least nothing disturbing like last time.

      Scrap Group 1
      Watching One Punch Man . There's this new hero with gravity based powers, which he inexplicably (or not, given the nature of the series) acquired after an accident with a faulty electric outlet. He and a friend of his are tasked with taking out a villainous alien, but the title character beats them to it. Out of misplaced loyalty and jealousy, the friend sets up a duel between the gravity hero and Saitama, despite reluctance from both.

      Something of my cousin, Safi visiting. Later, a soldier I supposedly knew stops by as well. The two get along.

      Dream 1 - Plummeted Fortune

      Scene 1 - Moana the $11 Million Dollar Lobbyist
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was at home. Apparently, a Pacific Native lady (whom seemed suspiciously like an older, real life version of Moana) was living in my house. What's more, I'd a fortune of $11 million dollars. Or did, for I donated everything I had to the woman, the basis being some political cause she pitched, and that I felt I had no use for it. Possibly regaining some sense, and 'remembering' that the US economy was (within the dream) in danger of collapsing, I asked to get at least $1 million back. The woman was reluctant, but eventually gave in.

      Things get unclear. Some scenes about campaigning, part occurring in a debate floor, part in a university gym. Transition.

      Scene 2 - Classic Kaizo Trap
      Similar visuals. I wasn't too sure where I was. My brother, Fulton, was nearby, playing a Super Mario World hack. In this mod, Vanilla Dome was now sealed, and could only be accessed by a hidden warp. The first stage in that world seemed relatively normal... until the end, where a pitfall emerged at the goalpoast. In fact, such seemingly unavoidable hazards were encountered throughout the next couple of levels. Classic Kaizo traps. Fulton found this humorous enough to keep going.

      Later, I saw a clip from the old Super Mario Bros. cartoons. A giant talking vulture captured the title characters, and carried them to her nest. They thought they were goners. But, it turned out the bird was only looking for company. I 'recalled' smaller versions of such creatures, named 'dreamers', appeared in the actual games as enemies. That's a drastic role change.

      I woke up soon after.

      Updated 05-13-2018 at 03:58 AM by 89930

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    4. Bleeding Prescience

      by , 05-12-2018 at 06:38 PM
      Morning of May 12, 2018. Saturday.



      Despite the atypical nature of this dream, I still firstly took it to be the usual RAS modulation and waking alert process with little or no real life associations, but I did consider its differently perceived nature as possibly being of a literally prescient thread, as I otherwise get those all the time. I considered if something would happen to where my legs actually ended up bleeding. I should have realized that this was only one possible factor. As is often the case, it was very impersonal on most levels in how it played out.

      My dream is very vivid. There is not what I would refer to as a false awakening, although there is an unusual reset of my dream. Somehow, I had apparently scratched at least one of my legs, though the blood is on both legs. I see it a lot of it soaked into the sheets as well. I tell Zsuzsanna about it but I do not seem to be in immediate danger, despite the blood loss. I have never had a dream in my lifetime of this specific nature, so I was puzzled. I know RAS modulation can take any form, but why this at this specific time.

      Sure enough, I ended up looking at YouTube (without really planning on it, as the site does not work very well for me anymore, probably because I have so much of the Internet blocked from my system), seeing a video I had never heard of or seen before. One of the first scenes was a man in a bed with bleeding legs. This happens continuously, that is, my dreams having imagery or events as a precursor to what I see a bit later after waking. Still, it causes me to question why in this case, as it was related to a video I was to see and not my physical body or environment as implied by my dream.


      Tags: bleeding
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. Dream - Irrational TAFE Exams

      by , 05-12-2018 at 12:45 PM
      Date of Dream: SUN 12 MAY - 2018



      Dream No. 329 - Irrational TAFE Exams

      I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was in this distorted version of Chisholm Institute of TAFE. I was supposed to be having economics classes with Simon but I was outside, apparently skipping that class because I thought the content was too easy and I couldn't be bothered attending. Instead, I went over to the courtyard and this student services event was happened. There was this Asian man offering activities there but I forgot what they were specifically.

      In the next scene, it is close to exam period, which is in the dream compulsory for all Chisholm students at the end of each year. As I was doing accounting, there was an exam scheduled for an accounting subject but then there were also these other maths exams that had no relation to any of the accounting subjects. In addition to this, the exams were purposefully made difficult so that students would fail.

      I had three exams I had to attend; one for SHig's economics subject and two weird maths exams. The dream showed me sitting one of the weird maths exams but as I was doing it, it felt easy. It's only after the exam that I was at home with my dad and I got my results. I had failed with 44%, below the pass rate of 50%, which meant I would have to come back and sit the exam a second time or I would ultimately fail and not be allowed to do my bachelors degree. My dad suggested that I could do an arts course as an alternative pathway into the bachelor of accounting.

      The next scene was at a distorted version of the Dandenong Creek Trail but I forgot what my family and I were there for specifically. The footpath was laid with all these obstacles; so while my family were way ahead in the distance, I was flying down the footpath. I was flying down the footpath in the style of the original Spyro trilogy in the speedway levels. Also, just like the speedway levels, I had to collect these in-air beacons that would randomly appear and when I collected them, they made a sound. It was like a real life simulation of the Spyro speedway levels. That's all I can remember about this dream.



      Dream Tasks
      - Re-stabilize in-dream performance from Dreamy WB; she hasn't been appearing lately (Achieved? No)
      - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
      - Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
      - Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? No)



      Dream 329: Results (Competition #3)
      Competition Night: 11
      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: 80.5
      Total Accumulated Points: 81.5

      Updated 07-23-2018 at 11:49 AM by 93119

      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Log 1108 - Tonight's Forecast: Embarrassment, Curiosity, and Rage

      by , 05-12-2018 at 03:30 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Friday 11 May 201

      Just a fragment and dream today.

      Scrap Group 1

      At a fancy resort with family. We wandered from a lounge and into several dining areas. Much of the food looked to be standard fair, but was quite overpriced. I 'remembered' there was an adjacent casino with decent food for much cheaper, making me wonder why we didn't stop there. At one point, I stumbled into the food prep area. All of the products seemed to be processed directly from raw resources. Later, some random guy gave advice. I kinda ignored him, hurting the guy's feelings. Something about this somehow plays into a forgotten scene in the dream below.

      Dream 1 - Tonight's Forecast - Embarrassment, Curiosity, and Rage

      Scene 1 - Embarrassing Tech Job Training
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a large conference room with a sizeable crowd. Apparently, I was a recent hire for some IT jo, of which I was going through training.

      Leading this presentation was a sharply dressed, olive skinned man with black flattop hair, one of the higher ups in the place. He set up a projector, of which displayed various facets networking, and working with several kinds of Linux-based terminals. As I was writing notes, the boss took a seat nearby. To give him space, I had to clear away my belongings messily scattered on the floor. Quite an embarrassing display on my part.

      Later on, I tried getting closer to the projector for a better look at the material. There wasn't room to squeeze through. So, I shrunk myself to less than half my size, running under the others' chairs and legs until I reached the front.

      Upon a closer look at the material, I realized that many of my own files were on display. This included a variety of emulated games. Given I (supposedly) did this on a work computer... well, yet another embarrassment... Transition.

      Scene 2 - Control Converter and Vintage Speakers
      The visuals were dimmer. I was in an unknown apartment suite, a barebones place without any view of the outside, and not even drywall to cover its own outer brick walls from the inside. My brother, Antonio, was there, as was my nephew, Patrick, I believe.

      Soon, a large package arrived. Various large electronics were inside. One of these was a compact but clearly vintage (and possibly expensive, given its engraved metallic boxes) speaker system. The other was some kind of multi-console controller converter hub. This device had slots for Sega Saturn and Dreamcast, and I believe I saw ports for Playstation 1 and 2 and Sega Genesis pads, as well. A manual claimed this was made to be specifically compatible with various kinds of emulators.

      Antonio hooked up a Saturn and CRT TV lying around, and tested the hub out. He cycled through various niche fighting games, mostly 3D ones, but I don't recall details. As he did that, I messed around with the stereo. Interestingly, this device had numerous pre-amp options tailor-made for each video game console. There were also several mixer controls, but given the limited space, it required complicated commands and tuning to get much use out of it.

      Unknown transition.

      Scene 3 - Drunk Fuming
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in an unknown house, going out to its back yard. There was a pretty big party going on, mostly a family event. It seemed the lot of them decided to get drop-dead drunk. What wretchedness. As a teetotaler, I found this to be a most despicable sight. Well, who am I to judge...

      My ma, woefully, one of such drunks. She soon lets out a stream of insults to anyone in her sights, many remarks way out of line. Mom or not, I was infuriated beyond reason. With an empty bottle I was trashing, I did the unthinkable, and 'accidentally' bonked mom in the head. Luckily, this didn't damage her. No one believed the farce, yet, no one seemed to care at all of such violence, including her. Not that this abated my anger in the slightest.

      Don't recall how this ended.

      Updated 05-12-2018 at 03:47 AM by 89930

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    7. Corrupted police working with the yakuza

      by , 05-11-2018 at 11:08 PM
      In this dream there were a lot of flashback type moments and fake memories, and I wasn't always sure whether I was in a flashback or a current timeline in the dream, so it is hard to write in chronological order.

      I was working as a detective with the police in an american city that I didn't recognize. My partner was a man that you might think of as the stereotypical cop, big muscles, slightly overweight, very serious about his job. We worked out of a station on a new york-esque street and we each worked in the front of the building. The room was horizontal parallel with the street and had glass windows covering the entire wall kind of like you would see in a downtown clothing store. As we were looking over cases on the computers my partner got a call for us to check out the crime scene of a homicide. We immediately got up and left for the scene. It was raining hard and it was already dark outside. I got in the passenger seat of the car and we talked about the call as we drove out of the city and into the countryside. I got a call from a friend who apparently ran a crime organization or something, I think she was a weapons dealer or something like that. She told me that the cops were in coalition with the yakuza again. She said "aren't you glad that you joined that corrupt organization?"

      Then there was a flashback type event where I remembered a point before I became a detective. I remembered the yakuza in the city controlling the streets and the police looked the other way. The robbers and murderers from their organization always "got away" because no one did anything about it. I remember vaguely someone getting stabbed in an alleyway.

      Apparently this was in the past, the connection was eventually uncovered, and the corruption was supposedly purged.

      As we were driving we got a call from the chief of police saying there was a criminal organization compound discovered and there all units were to report for an immediate raid of the compound with "assistance". I knew the deal behind it, that it was my friend's place and the yakuza were raiding it, but I didn't say anything to my partner.

      My memory is a little vague for a while but when we got there it was in the middle of a almost canyon like place, and down into a big (maybe 30m wide) hole in the ground with water at the bottom (maybe a spring?) there was a walkway into a big metal door in the rock on the side of the hole.

      I must have snuck away from the pack of police and yakuza gathering at some point, because I was on the other side of the hole spying what was going on hiding on the branches of a dead tree. No one seemed to notice me even though thinking back I should have been plainly visible in the situation as it was morning now and light out. The police stayed on the high ground to apprehend any escapees, and the yakuza entered the compound. I figured that even though my friend was a criminal, the right thing to do would be to help her and her gang, since the yakuza would probably kill or torture them. After the yakuza had all stormed inside I ran in through the front doors. At first I tried to be stealthy but in the narrow steel hallways I was soon found and I started sprinting through the hallway which occasionally had sets of stairs going up.

      The group that saw me first were unable to catch me as I ran deeper into the compound. When I ran into another group of yakuza on the next set of stairs I beat one to the ground, and then I grabbed another guy and threw him into two yakuza girls to keep them from following me as I ran up the stairs. (As I was in complete police uniform I had a holstered gun but I don't recall ever using it).

      When I got to the next group one guy had a katana and tried to fight me with it but I was able to take it out of his hands and knock him out with a punch to the jaw. I kept fighting but my dream ended there.

      This was a violent dream, wow . I wonder what happened to my friend?
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    8. Had Some vivid dreams.

      by , 05-11-2018 at 07:39 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Finally had some vivid dreams this morning!

      High school

      Had a dream i was outside a high school after it ended. I was in an outdoor lunch area with V a co-worker. We were saying, "See you later.". I gave a high five for some reason.

      House sleep over

      Dreamed I was at V's house having a sleep over or something. I remember a secret room blocked by a bunch of boxes. I found i could jump easily up the boxes and landed in the secret room where there was a TV and a little bed. I liked this place so I kept jumping up the wall of boxes and knocking a few over. I was talking with V a few times in between jumping.

      Fast forward to next day I was on a shrubbery hill with a path leading through it. Was walking with some people and came to a wire fenced gate. The person I was walking with said this was my test: I was supposed to prevent people from their rival gang from crossing the gate. They said a few swear words at people coming up to the fence.

      I saw a bigger woman coming to the fence with a bunch of people behind her. I got ready to hold her off by oushing against the gate. There were too many people pushing and I gave up and let them through. The original people I was walking with looked pissed off, but the rival gang accepted me.

      Transitioned to the gang leaders house. He shook my hand and thanked me for joining his gang? And said he didn't know me but knew a lot of ladies said I was sexy? I was like, "what??? hell no! I made out with a fat girl once." or something. I had no idea what he was talking about.

      We wound up at a casino with a high ceiling. I discovered i could fly.... So I started dog paddling around the air when I woke up.
      Tags: flying., val
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    9. Dream - A Familiar Dream Character

      by , 05-11-2018 at 02:11 PM
      Date of Dream: FRI 11 MAY - 2018



      Dream No. 328 - A Familiar Dream Character

      I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was flying towards the area of Knox shopping centre. Just before the entrance to the entertainment and dining precinct, I see a sign with a text and a logo of “Bentley Tech” on it. Apparently there was shop called Bentley Tech at Knox and I actually saw the building in one of the shopping strips. As I was flying down the road of the entrance, there was a random female dream character there who was claiming to be DawnEye11. I projected my voice to reach her in the distance, “hello, DawnEyeEleven!”, 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? No)
      - Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
      - Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? No)



      Dream 328: Results (Competition #3)
      Competition Night: 10
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Dream Guide: None
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



      Points For This Entry: 3.5
      Calculation Details:
      - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
      - 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0)

      + Previous Total: 77.0
      Total Accumulated Points: 80.5

      Updated 05-12-2018 at 12:34 PM by 93119

      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. South American or Not

      by , 05-11-2018 at 09:00 AM
      Morning of May 9, 2018. Wednesday.



      In my dream, I am living back on Barolin Street, but there is not much else regarding conscious self identity. In fact, there is uncertainty over the country the setting is implied to be in, though I should assume Australia even though the police sound and act American. There is more of an open area and a larger side yard on the south side of the house.

      The typical preconscious modulation kicks in and it is an unfamiliar male of about thirty. Curiously, in this case, I am outside the porch rather than on it or in the house. I jab him just below the sternum with a stick (or possibly the handle of a broom) and it seems to go all the way through his body and out his back. Still, I am uncertain of whether or not I killed him. Even so, I stay outside while he apparently falls back into the porch. This of course causes a shift in unconsciousness, though my dream continues.

      When I am in the side yard, three police officers arrive. I first think I may go to prison, though it is never determined if the man had actually died or not. Suddenly, there are several unknown members of the public sitting around at picnic tables.

      There are two male police officers and one female officer, all unfamiliar. The two male officers start to be cheerfully condescending of me being South American (even though I am not). To my left, they dance happily around while a mix of music plays, which seems an ambiguous combination of Mexican Mariachi, Bolivian, and Andean. They are greatly enjoying themselves and dance around smiling at me but seem to be patronizing me with their tomfoolery. I am not sure how to respond and I remain sitting at the picnic table. One of them puts on a poncho and talks cheerfully about me, additionally asking me how I like living in South America. I do not say much.

      Finally, in the last scene, the female officer talks happily to me. Apparently, I will not be getting into any trouble at all even though I suspect I killed the intruder. I am vaguely aware of manipulating the RAS mediation (as is often the case), actually feeling the change over time, though I have no actual lucidity (thus, this is the common transition of liminal dream control experienced since earliest memory), and that the RAS personification had gone in my favor without its modulation. I feel good about the waking transition, though my conscious self identity does not fully kick in until I am awake.


      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. False Replica Reflections

      by , 05-11-2018 at 08:03 AM
      so this is a dream theory that when one perceives there imagery In dreams and reflects lights in the darkness of seeing human and conscious awareness in dream thinking demons angels monsters are all your subconscious creations so when dreaming in nightmare in ld its your mind trying to fathom how you perceive your own after life in a game played when your eyes are closed so when closing your eyes and meeting dream characters and having view and conversation when sleeping being that your mind makes a deep desire to replicate and create images in your own being and waking life seeing images and reflection of the scary monster the most ruthless demons the most exotic angels and having conversation with other human dreamers in a sense of imagery your mind wakes up in a dream a you seeing other images that aren't your image sometimes I'm not sure if someone has just a standing in a mirror point of view of seeing their lives unfold so when your mind contracts the darkness to reflect the light you make up being in the darkness in moments notice while trying to wake for daily activities in your own pre-set mind games and conscious fathoming
    12. Some sort of Cleaning Demonstration

      by , 05-11-2018 at 06:36 AM
      Morning of May 11, 2018. Friday.



      There is some sort of situation where an unknown older woman is at our house and demonstrating how an unrecognized cleaning machine works. She is apparently going to sell it. The house is unfamiliar but seems to be implied to have a facet of the Loomis Street house, though mostly unrecognizable as such. The machine looks somewhat like a large floor polisher but also seems to serve as a vacuum cleaner at the same time.

      As she goes from a room into another room, I go in to see the condition of the floor. The “floor” at this point is actually loose dirt. I go over to check a bookcase and see that the bottom shelf is slightly blocked off by the height of the dirt floor. I reach down and I am able to take out a book on art. I consider that the floor can be evened out later.

      I am then sitting in bed looking at the art book. There is conversation regarding the woman, who is talking to Zsuzsanna, having two of these machines and something about taking one back or both back and later returning with the one we are buying. I am unsure of the cost. One is secondhand and one is new.

      The woman looks at my book and me and starts to make negative inferences about people who use paper or have books. This annoys me, so I make an indirect reference that implies that I think she is crazy. I make a comment about “deranged” people who are against people having books, though implying other people that I have heard this about. This makes her angry. I then say, “What about all the people who still get newspapers?” I get the impression that she thinks it is okay to get newspapers (though I remain uncertain) but not okay to have books (possibly because newspapers are recycled). The argument is not that dramatic and is not really like an argument at all. I have my book open to three photographs, one on one page, two on the other. They feature engraved images from Greece, including a light coppery one of Perseus.

      There is another unknown person; a male; who may be living in the same house as the woman, who apparently lives directly across the street and stands near the front door for a short time. I get the idea that the woman will be difficult to live in the same neighborhood with and I do not fully trust her concerning the sale of the machine, though I remain mostly cheerful.



      This dream had a vague and ill-defined thread of either prescience or picking up on something around the time it was happening (with no way of me consciously knowing). In real life this morning, an unusual older woman had two mattresses and there was something about taking back a new mattress and leaving the old one in Zsuzsanna’s sister’s house. So although there was a hint of prescience or remote viewing (as is often the case) it was not correctly defined in this case.

      There is an aspect of liminal dream control here, as not getting annoyed enough with the RAS modulation (the unknown woman seemingly disapproving of me) did not trigger waking and my dream was extended for perhaps ten minutes, even with the implication of picking out a book to initiate eventual consciousness, though in this case, it was an art book of which I did not see much writing. The dirt floor being higher than the bottom area of the book shelf along one wall correlates with the depth of REM sleep. The cleaning event is common and relates to the glymphatic system, of which is more active in sleeping and dreaming. The unknown male near the front door did not trigger preconscious modulation as it often does, probably because I was already in a bed (liminal awareness of being in the dream state).


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      non-lucid
    13. Scary engine room

      by
      gab
      , 05-11-2018 at 02:45 AM (Turquoise Dreams)
      I'm in this huge, vestibule like room. Tiles, glass, walls. In the left corner are stairs downstairs to the engine room. There are sounds and sparks of fire coming out of there. Something is breaking down. It's at night and I'm a night manager? Alone in that place. I'm suppose to keep the place running. I'm so scared to go down there, but I ran to the stairs, because of my strong sense of duty. Somewhere in the back of my mind is a nagging question "why am I here all alone' ?
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      non-lucid
    14. Log 1107 - Fork in the Streams

      by , 05-11-2018 at 02:02 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 10 May 2018

      Got a very long dream to note, a brief moment of which was a DILD. There's also some scraps.
      Spoiler for Not gonna lie, it's a wall of text:

      Updated 05-11-2018 at 03:38 AM by 89930

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      dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    15. Helicopter Vestibular Autosymbolism in Education Report

      by , 05-10-2018 at 11:10 AM
      Morning of May 10, 2018. Thursday.



      I am in an unknown location that has somewhat of the essence of the middle room of the east side of the King Street boarding house (where I have not been since 1990). I am putting together this year’s education report.

      Curiously, a young female from the Brisbane Department of Education is present (though is a fictitious character or at least unfamiliar). I am showing her the documents that have been correlated thus far. One section is based on a calorie intake study relating to cereal. In going through the papers, I recall that half of the documents relate to my own education and are also due.

      I notice a sheet of A4 paper that I had apparently sketched a helicopter on, lengthwise on the paper. I am wondering if it is complete or needs labeling.



      Helicopters in my dreams are a common form of vestibular system correlation in anticipation of the drop.


      Updated 10-23-2019 at 05:49 PM by 1390

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      non-lucid