non-lucid

This dream was interesting: it was like I was playing out a role in a story, aware that it was a story (but not aware that it was a dream). It was being narrated—not by anybody present, but a voice that I could talk to and that seemed to be indicating what I should be doing as much as describing it.

The setting was a building like an airport - at least, in the only part I can remember. But it only appeared that way from the standpoint of the people there: it was really two separate buildings, split by a wall they couldn’t see. Inside the wall were rooms where there were people—people who could see through the wall and observe what was happening on both sides, and people in offices who were presumably working to keep the place going. The camera—for lack of a better word—seemed to make a point of showing this area, even though nothing much was happening there. At one point, it slowly panned across it so that you could see all the people as well as a window showing an entire world outside that didn’t exist from the standpoint of the people in the building where I was.

Right now, I’m concerned with getting into a special event that’s being held by people whose land borders mine. I approach a man I know—maybe in his late 30s, wearing some kind of complex, vaguely tribal outfit—and ask him if he can take me along. He’s happy to accept. He just seems to be a good-natured person who likes helping people get what they want. He probably thinks I just want to get in with a certain crowd, but I have other reasons for needing to be there (unfortunately, not ones I can remember after waking up).

He’s going there now, and I’ll be coming along on a – well, I’m not entirely sure what it is. It has a special name (that I forgot) and seems to be a bit like a jet ski, but attached to a helicopter and with things like leather shields I’m supposed to hold onto. As I look it over, I’m glad this is going to be broadcast over the radio because that gives everyone in the audience a chance to imagine something less stupid-looking. But I get on it, and we head off.

24.4.18

I have been dreaming like crazy since I got home, visiting family. But I didn't recall any of it. Until last night.

Invincible
I'm walking around in a huge room, size of a hangar. Many people walking around. A bad entity tried to do some harm to me using their power. I did something and I knew he can't harm me. So instead of hurting me, he was transferring his powers to me.

I started walking around, deflecting an attack, until this entity realized they better don't mess with me. I didn't retaliate, instead I was helping others by protecting them. I felt like I'm taller, muscular, male.

Last night I was sitting with my auntie and I was telling her that there is no need to worry in a lucid world, because whatever you think will happen. So all you need to do is know that you are ok and that you project love.

Date of Dream: TUE 24 APR
Nap Time Range: 2:50 PM - 5:10 PM



Dream No. N315 - New Burger Joint

I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, it was my birthday and my brother took me out to try this new burger joint that had opened at Chadstone shopping centre. As we stood at the front of the place, we looked in one of the windows and could see the burgers being made live. After that, my brother and I walked home.



I rarely remember nap dreams, and I mean RARELY, so whenever I have a dream during a daytime nap, I will make an effort to write it down. If I do remember nap dreams, there is only such a small amount of the dream. I did have one a long time ago, somewhere in the 100s, should I record it in here? It will interrupt my current journal sequence if I do. Note that nap dreams are numbered the same as the dream that took place to start the morning but there is an added "N" in front of it to show that it did not take place during the big sleep cycle. Nap dreams will be never be written in the same journal entry as regular dreams.



Dream N315: Competition Results

Competition Night: 23
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points For This Entry: 0.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 13.0
Total Accumulated Points: 13.5

Date of Dream: TUE 24 APR - 2018



Dream No. 315 - All I Needed Was The Love You Gave

I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was on this wide road in this unknown suburban area. As I was walking along the road, I was singing “all I needed was the love you gave, all I needed for another day, and all I ever knew, only you”. The scene tapered off as I was singing the rest of the song, basically on the road, strolling and singing.

The scene then moved to my being at my house in the kitchen. I was asking my mum logical questions but she was really angry and told me off for every single thing that I tried to do. No matter what I tried saying to reason with her, her mood wasn't budging. My brother soon came into the kitchen as well and my mum was being mean to him. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 315: Competition Results

Competition Night: 23
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points For This Entry: 0.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 12.5
Total Accumulated Points: 13.0

Walking around Camden canals though it seemed like it was in the 60s or something.
In a house with big circular bay windows, letting in lots of light, we were opening presents. They were very clever scientific toys (or were they?). One solved a puzzle itself by magnetically fixing to the correct part. There were lots of presents each bigger than the last when unwrapped but the same tiny piece of paper to start with, they magically got bigger, although it was meant to be scientific mechanism.
There were mice that scurried everywhere eating things, can I toy mice eat?
Then last was a boy who appeared large with brown short hair ,after unfolding the wrapping paper a few times, there he was. His mouth, as with the mouth opened and closed. He went after the mice Oo. Among the big brown leather chairs he hunted and CHOMPED the mice up in his mouth Aaaaah!! One of us tried to turn him off by opening his mouth but he bit them. I was to scared to. But the thought of him chomping the bones of those poor mice!
The room was becoming full of what I thought were mice droppings, which I remarked upon. They turned out to be grass seeds growing into little stalks of wheat everywhere, in the sunlight.
We went outside, me and two others back to the market. We were in a shopping centre at the bottom of an escalator. When I noticed them hanging back, I was talking about the boy and noticed an expression on their faces.
He was a fake, not a toy but a real live boy! they had tricked me. I was in a fury from having been tricked, and having thought all sorts of weird things. I had been made to feel stupid. I flew up into the sky but was followed by one of them with dark hair and dark bushy eyebrows. As he didn't go I got out a revolver and fired at him. This didn't work he mealy fell back a bit then came up through thick cloud towards me. I then poured fire onto him and engulfed him in flames. This didn't stop him either so I flew higher and higher until he couldn't follow me any more.

Morning of April 24, 2018. Tuesday.



In my dream, my family and I, mostly as we appear now (except for our youngest son’s beard), are living in an unusual expanded distortion of the King Street mansion (where I have not lived in real life for nearly thirty years). It is most like the second-floor room of the middle of the east side, though the room seems to take up the whole section in my dream, additionally replacing at least the northeast room. There is also another section that is oriented north, forming an inverted corner, implying that the building is either L-shaped or cross-shaped.

In two vivid scenes, it seems I am on the first floor of this building. I look diagonally across to the perpendicular section, at a second-floor window, where a strange dark cloud seems to be blown out from inside, which also seemingly contains at least a few particulates. I get the impression that it is an older woman who lives there who is emptying her vacuum cleaner by spewing the contents out into the air. I consider that this is not a very considerate act but I never see the person and I do not become angry.

In another scene, there are at least three people yelling at each other across the street, but I never see them or clearly discern what they are saying.

The main part of my dream concerns our youngest son. I see that he now has a very bushy thick beard which unrealistically curls upward. Despite how strange this seems, my dream self does not perceive it as a dream state indicator. I worry about him. Although he otherwise looks like our youngest son (other than the beard), he acts very differently. I tell him I will trim it down or shave it off but he does not want me to. Oddly, I mention how his beard is even thicker than our second-youngest son’s beard (who of course does not have a beard either, but this is yet another nonsensical error in my dream self’s thinking.)

Eventually, Zsuzsanna convinces him that it will be good to at least trim it down. When I see him later, I observe that it is shaved on one side but only closely trimmed on the other.

There is an additional scene that is the typical RAS modulation, where the preconscious, as an unknown businessman, points a box saw at my chest (the blade downward, only the front end touching me), but I am not concerned. He had been part of a group of people watching us through a window, which is modeled after my childhood room in Cubitis, though seemingly on a fictional second floor and from the south. (The settings in my dreams typically change ambiguously, never being rendered the same way twice in over fifty years and tens of thousands of closely studied dreams.) This is a non-lucid carryover from the lucid dream of yesterday, where I willed a different form of the preconscious to split in half (though I then “healed” it by willing the two body halves back together). Maybe someday people will understand that my dream’s content, when it is not prescient (or with the inexplicable “sent” factor) or dominated by RAS modulation, is mainly based on my focus and knowledge of the dream state itself (how could it not be) rather than waking life, but there seems to be a “wall” in the minds of most people that prevents them from understanding what a dream actually is (inclusive of most people who have published books about dreams).

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As I have written many times in past entries, at least one dream per sleep cycle is somehow influenced by what Zsuzsanna had seen or talked about (or in some cases only thought about) at another location the day before with no way of me knowing. This was going on long before we met, long before I learned my “dream girl” was a real person. Society, not having any intelligence at all when it comes to understanding dreams or the dream state, instead writing mindless tomes about “interpretation” (which completely ignores the dynamics of what a dream actually is) has neither viable answers to this mechanism nor an iota of credibility in general. There have been people who have studied this phenomenon and written about it to some extent, but just as with the truth of dreams in their basic form inherently being autosymbolic (not symbolic in the popular sense), society remains without any understanding of dreams.

In this case, Zsuzsanna had been with our youngest son yesterday and there was a conversation involving her brother George (here for a visit for the first time in months). They were at Zsuzsanna’s sister’s place and George was talking about a man with a very bushy beard. Often though, the correlating factors are more unusual.

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I was in a parking lot outside of a store like Lowe's. The parking lot had a few cars scattered about. From afar I see this woman walking out and across the parking lot with a massive snake slithering with her. I feel a little bit threatened but take a video on my phone. The snake and woman turn towards me and walk my way. The snake flies over me and curls itself around me.

I'm an aquarium that has a pool of water. We're sitting around the pool on rocks. It feels like we're 4 or 5 years old on a field trip. I get handed a little gray organism. I drop it in the water and then find it again in my hands. It grows up and turns into this hand-sized hippo looking animal with a long trunk. I look at it and call it "Karen."

A girl who seemed like DreamyWB was present.She was wearing shorts and a white shirt. Her hair was in a bun. So it was probably just a dream partly influenced by what i read of her and not her fully formed character. The scene she was in was pretty unexpected too.

This dream got really weird but here goes. I was in a unknown house but it felt like mine. I was trying to change but my mom kept popping up. This annoyed me enough that I hid behind the shower curtains. When I got out and walked in the hall my dad came up the me and wanted to say something but there was water leaking from his head. Enough that it filled up the room a bit. I became lucid somewhat after observing his leaking head.”What could this mean?” I thought. When it stopped I asked if he was okay. He said he was fine so we walked to the living room.

There I heard a commotion coming from the window and looked out to see a little girl and other dcs surrounded by light. They were talking to each other about how they were looking forward to coming inside. I told them they could but just when they came in there was a large rumble and an explosion occurred on the ceiling that caused broken glass to fly in all directions. I got cut a bit but disregarded it and looked towards the stairs to investigate what had occurred.

There was an evil villain present,I heard his voice, but I couldn’t see him. As I searched for him I was handed a small orange mouse that than changed to a yellow hand size pikachu with blue cheeks and ears instead of black. It hopped off my hand and I began to follow it until It grew super large. It began attacking the house I was in, following the orders of the unseen villain. I didn’t think I would have to fight it so after getting across some obstacles I began to talk to the creature,telling it that it was being used but it didn’t have to be bound by selfish orders, that it could be free doing what deep inside it knew felt right.

The creature/pikachu thing than shrunk back down to hand size but now it looked more like a bunny to me. I picked it up,kissed it and rubbed my cheek against its soft fur, telling it that it would be okay now. I opened a room door to see if I could find the villain after that but only saw count Olaf from a series of unfortunate events.He only seemed like a substitute for the villain though.

The dream than shifted after that and I was watching a vivid scene unfold. A girl who I thought was DreamyWB was with her family doing the laundry outside on the house deck. Suddenly a large tall man came with a guy family member of hers and greeted them. He mentioned how the laundry they were carrying looked heavy and he offered to help her. She accepted the help but than the guy complimented her eyes. Almost like he was flirting with her without trying to get the attention of her family. She thanked him than complimented him back saying that he had beautiful eyes and teeth. (As they kept talking I noticed she had bits of almonds in her teeth though so I used dream control to keep it from getting awkward)This flirting moment stopped though when the other guy told him to carry the basket in and that they would go buy something together. This disappointed him so he admitted that he wanted to spend time with her while helping.
They joked about this in a friendly manner than the scene shifted.

It was now night time and I was in a apartment where a little girl stood next to a doll house. The girl who I thought was possibly DreamyWB was present as well. I was about to follow them(Didn’t recall to introduce myself, I wasn’t sure if it was her so perhaps that didn’t matter)but than we heard a subtle helicopter sound. When it got louder I felt it focus on me and than it began shooting lit up colorful buildings outside. Other buildings collapsed because the energy couldn’t travel to the buildings properly. Something about this dream felt wrong even though I could handle it so I tried to put intent to wake up.


I ended up in what seemed like sleep paralysis cause I couldn’t move.What was even more odd was that I felt a hand on my head. After waiting a bit I took the hand gently and put it to the side. The hand had a pink purplish flower bracelet on its wrist but the rest of the form wasn’t visible.” Could this figure be symbolizing my fear of death?” I thought. The hand than vanished and I watched as the same type of flowers from the bracelet appeared as transparent images but with the stems. When it disappeared I woke up for real feeling kind of disturbed but It was still an okay dream.

Notes:I also thought it could symbolize my fear of death because before i went to sleep i read something that scared me somewhat.


(Pic Does Not Belong To Me)

Here is a copy of my dreams with images in line (as a pdf)

2018-04-23 - DJ with images.pdf

Here is just the text from the dreams (without the drawlings)

Round 1 of Dreams

There was something with some people on a raft earlier in the dream.

There was something really cool I couldn’t put into words about a powerful being.

I remembered my sister drawing smiley faces in my Nana’s back yard.

One had the top of the circle curled over like on the left. The others had different versions of a lowercase U like on the right.

She also drew a lizard. It said, “My name is dinner.”

Round 2 of Dreams

I had a dream of being at the Arboretum.

Then I left the arboretum. And drove kind of crazily. I pulled out across 4 lanes and in front of a truck going the other direction.



Then I also backed into a building and it got smashed. But then I rewinded it somehow. I don’t think I was lucid. Eventually the dream shifted.

Then I was with these people telling lucid dream stories. I didn’t know it was a dream. There was something about waiting for a shower.

I had to solder something or do some kind of machine work that created a smell. When the other people got back they complained. We were out doors but I still put a fan on to blow the smell away.

Then I was taking out the garbage too because I felt bad about the smell. I overhead one of the rich people talking about eating lint from the couch. Or licking it. I think they were trying to get me to lick the couch lint.

Then I was at a mall. I had boxers on but not pants. I was holding my tan khaki pants and looking for a place to put them on.

There was a thing about needing to consult with agents from the bank. They were waiting around on some couches for people to come do their appointments.

I found a mall computer and started filling in the form. It seemed like it would be easier that way.

I remember seeing that in my dream. I had to confirm my information. Then they detected I was at a computer and came to me.

They wanted me to pay them 1500 dollars a year for my bank account. I was thinking how I will probably have to change banks. I really needed the bathroom so I had to desperately seek a bathroom before I could finish my form and have an appointment. I was afraid to leave my personal information up on the mall computer.

I walked by these dog cages looking for a place to go to the bathroom. Then there was a hairy school bus outside.

I said, “Nice hairy bus!” And a guy poked his head out of the window. “Thanks!” Said the guy.

Then I went left and it seemed like I was in the back of a haunted house. My high school gym teacher was at the bottom of some steps. I passed through there, thinking he wouldn’t let me. But he was fine with it. Seeing high school teachers is a dream sign.

Then I saw a woman who I went to college with. I asked her if she would go with me on a date. She said, “Give me a day, a date, a time, and a place!” But I didn’t have one. I thought, oops, was I supposed to?

Then I woke up. I was thinking if I could ask for her number, and call her when I think of a “day, date, time and place”. Then I realized it was a dream and began recalling it.

I drifted back to sleep one more time and had a dream of being by this house outside. To the left was a stream. I was on the phone with my friend, talking about some stuff. I was also walking around peeing.

I woke up in my bed again and thought I had wet the bed for sure. However I didn’t want to move because then I might dislodge the dream. So I stayed still and thought it through. It turned out I hadn’t wet the bed. Thank FHQWHGADS!

Round 3 of dreams

I fell asleep pretty consciously this time. One dream flash was of a tan beverage and nutrition facts.

Woke up briefly.

dreamed I worked in a restaurant.

Woke up briefly.

Dreamed I was in college. And thinking of going to audit a class on dreams. Then I was in a class on dreams. The teacher was giving a lecture. Some guys next to me did something funny like hijacking the lecture.

Then I was shuffling blue books with a woman from the class. She spoke very softly and I could barely hear her.

Then I had a false awakening that it was around 7 A M. And there was tons of noise. I went to look if my Dad was home. He wasn’t but there was a big red truck out front. In the back yard they had all this equipment going. They were laying out sod. I got mad because it distracted me from my dream recall.

Woke up briefly, glad it had just been a dream.

Then I dreamed of being at my old house’s kitchen with some food. I sat on some pine needles outside. There was glass in the pine needles so I went to put my shoes on. There was food in my shoes. I ate the food and then realized that was probably not the cleanest. I felt kind of sick.

Woke up briefly again, glad it was just a dream. I decided to hold all the dreams in my head and stay still, to keep dream chaining.

This was where I started to get lucid in them. I dreamed of these cartoon characters. And I dreamed I had a camera that could take pictures from my dreams. And I would see them when I woke up. So I got really excited about that.

Woke up briefly again…

Then I was walking towards an empty playground. There was a retainer (for teeth) on a slide thing that reminded me of mine. I figured a kid had left it there. When I looked back it was in a blue case. I tried to move it somewhere safer for the time being.

Then I looked out onto the neighborhood for some people to tell. A mom was at the door as her daughter left for school. I walked up to them.

The daughter said, “You can’t punch me any more!” The mom had purple under her eyes. I was like, “Uh oh. Good thing I’m here to distract the mom a little.” I told them about the retainer.

The Mom pulled the door knob and the whole door came off. She put the door to the side like it was weightless. That plus the dream chaining got me lucid. But I decided to finish what I had set out to do before I had become lucid.

The daughter left and the mom went to look toward the empty playground. Then I woke up.

Laid there recalling the dream until one more started.

I was working in a Restaurant Again. My job was a bus boy but instead of a pitcher of water, I had a pitcher of tan bean soup stuff. One of the pitchers was made out of a taco shell.

So I carried the beans out and poured them in people’s cups. One couple said “Charles, more beans please!” I gradually realized this was a dream, especially from having dreamed of it earlier.

I decided to play along. I said, “Okay, so I just pour the beans in your cup, right?” They looked like almonds.


Round 4 of dreams

One vague dream

Went back to sleep hoping for dream chain

Woke up not remembering any other dreams

Notes

My dream recall and lucidity are improving again. I thought they took a little dip for a few days.

Created Sunday 22 April 2018

Got a few LDs to note today. There's some important details that have been lost while I was recalling some of these.

Dream 1 - Dark and Light Dream Series

Scene 1 - Something's Up with f.lux
The visuals were blurred. I falsely awaken in bed. As a housemate was supposedly up and about, I assumed it was already morning. Disappointed, I get up to write notes in my laptop. Noticed f.lux wasn't running, which did raise suspicions a bit. Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Fell Serenity
The visuals were blurred. Another false awakening in bed, only with lucidity. I felt tired, so I waited for a transition. Suddenly, a strange being appears from below, a rather tall demoness, her skin alabaster and hair slate. She takes me on her lap, then held me in an embrace. This felt quite serene... well, until she started biting down on my throat. It wasn't painful, but still kinda distracting, if oddly comforting.

I try keeping focused for the next two minutes, but eventually drift off. Unknown transition.

Scene 3 - Brief Mall Assault
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a busy mall. I float around all over the place, passing a bathroom, then entering a parking lot. There, I was ambushed a hostile (unknown, likely forgotten). To retaliate, I rained down a bunch of energy beams, all while floating well away from their reach.

Unknown transition. There was a brief scene about a video game review. Then, another transition.

Scene 4 - Aura of Light and Dark
The visuals were dimmer. I was in the living room of an unknown apartment of small home, the constructions made of dark wood. Got lucid again, somehow. To anchor myself, I charge an aura. This seemed to require a lot more effort than usual, up to forcing it out through tensing up and screaming. Initially yellow in color, I then willed the aura into a purple color, all to see my 'dark side'.

Things deteriorated. I woke up briefly, then DEILDed into another scene.

Scene 5 - April 2018 TOTM Bonus Task and Some Other Stuff
The visuals were slightly blurred, but got clearer with time. Another false awakening, with lucidity from the start. I walked out the front door, then launched myself to the cloudy dawn sky above. Along the way, I made repeated utterances for time to dilate, with inconclusive results. Things deteriorate into an overcast void while I was crossing through a nimbus. I hurried my ascension, before finally, I made it up to the blue.

Far below, and partially obscured from the clouds, was a large tropical island. Certain patterns could be made in areas bare of foliage, but I couldn't make sense of it. I think to explore there, but hesitated when I remembered not getting a TOTM done in a while. Of the tasks, I could only recall synesthesia. So, I point to the clouds, and 'sap' the white color out of them, so to speak. I then drink the resulting inky light. Well, part of it, anyway, as it tasted unbearably iron-y and bitter, probably even toxic.

I ignore the island in favor of a personal task: finding the Backyard. Thought the best place to look was up in space. I tried flying higher up. But, upon reaching the stratosphere, I was barred from going further by an unseen force. Repeated tries at crashing through proved ineffective. Such frustration went on until I woke up and out of the dream loop.

Dream 2 - At The Backyard's Entrance?

The visuals were quite dim and blurred. I was standing at my backyard during the dead of night. The ground was bare of the usual decorative stones and plant life, replaced with drab earth. All of such made me quickly realize the dream.

Again, I tried taking off into space. I managed a hundred stories in a single bound, but found it exceedingly difficult to stay aloft. So, I then boosted my launch with silvery energy beams. Although I could sustain these projectile, they didn't seem to get me any higher, at best just slowing my subsequent descents. Still, I kept at it. In time, I 'bounced' higher and higher with each jump. Eventually, I also added my shooting energy from my feet. This gave just the right push to finally blast off.

Ah, sailing the cosmos again, going at such speed to pass by stars in seconds. It's always a wondrous experience. But, I was too preoccupied to appreciate the sight for long. After a bit of searching, I spotted an unusual object, what appeared as a giant, golden holographic clock. Various hoops were aligned around its circumfrances, possibly more clocks in their own right. Was this what I was looking for? I made my way towards it, but oddly, I couldn't get any closer. I even tried flying backwards, to no effect.

Kinda lost focus from that point. Unknown transition. Some non-lucid scene with clips of a supposed new Mortal Kombat game, of which had Sol Badguy (known only as Mr. Badguy) as a playable character. Don't recall anything else until I woke up.

Splash of Pink

I was inside a classroom feeling like i was 5. I had been put on timeout for some reason. As i looked in front of me a large picture book appeared and charlie brown began to read different objects on the book with a narrative to it. I didn't recall what he said though.

Next I was normal again and looking at a dry eraser board in the classroom. Suddenly someone threw a splash of pink color at it. I was like "what the heck?". Than got up and picked up a pink lip stick that was on the board under the liquid and began to use it. After that i turned and left the classroom.

Blue Rice

I was walking with my dad in the street when he pointed out a bowl of rice on the floor. I picked it up and began to eat it because i was hungry but than i noticed blue paint was subtley in it. "Could it be poison?" I thought but in the end i disregarded it because i was hungry. Afterwards my dad pointed out sushi as well but i couldn't find it.

Fast forward and I'm now in front of a house i thought was mine but it looked simple, stretched and the front was different. I wanted to go inside but my mom appeared and i forgot what happened next.

Aggressive Dcs

I was like 15 years old in this dream and was walking up a hill when i noticed the bus passing by. I wanted to take it but i decided to take my phone out to message someone. That's when a tall slender guy wearing a turtle neck passed me by telling his friend what the password to get into my internet network was.(It wasn't my real password or name)He said the name and the password was TrulyP. I got mad because i felt they were stalkers that could compromise the saftey of my family.

His friend crossed the street in his orange sweater so i took the opportunity to try and take his phone away. "I can change my password but what if they try to do something bad before than. I can call 911 but than they'll get away"is what i thought until i shouted for him to delete my info. I was able to take away his phone but i hesitated cause i felt he could cause me harm.

He wrestled with me for a bit till the dream changed to a fusion of my home and his home. I felt he had the upper hand here now and looked at his phone to see a icon called gunscopy. He tried programming the gun to shoot me so i fearfully ran behind the door like a idiot. I just wanted to go home now.


When he shot me i became semi lucid cause i was unharmed and his form changed. I chopped his wrist angrily with my hand for attempting to hurt me for no reason and told him it would only make me stronger. He followed along in a non aggressive manner after that.


1982

I appeared in a big apartment building that had been hit by a hurricane. There were a lot of broken toys, mostly red outside. I walked inside unsure of what or who would appear. There was a lady and a little boy who entered. Than another little boy followed. I moved into the hall instead of staying at the entrance area.

The walls were now gold instead of white and the carpet was red. A group of dream characters barged in crazily. I continued till i found a bedroom where a girl was mixing a bowl of cake batter. There was a tape on the bowl that said 1932. "What date is that?" I asked. She replied "1982". It switched to that number than i looked somewhere else and it ended there.

Swift Portal To Dawn

I was thinking of someone guiding me to Dawn. First I was in a white void than i was in what seemed like a cave where the wind blew heavily. I was pushed to a scene where small brown creatures popped up happyily but than i arrived at the end of the cave where a blue rectangular emerald necklace hung in the middle of the wall.

After thinking of Dawn more i was whisked away to a room that looked like my current room but there was a mattress instead of my bed.Dawn was present and asked me what i wanted. I didn't really know what i wanted to do now so i asked for a hug. He hugged me tight and i thought about how it feels like a real hug. Than i woke up. I forgot about the palace at the time>. <

It seems I’ve gone to a bank to figure out why I can’t get my checking account hooked up with Paypal. They’ve given me a form to fill out—I’m sitting at a large table with a few other customers scattered around it while a female employee stands behind a desk at one end of the room.

But the form is proving quite frustrating. All the questions are so unclear that I keep having to call the woman over to explain what information it’s asking me for. And it seems that a lot of what it’s asking for is other people’s information—relatives, friends, people who would be able to do a particular thing for me.

I call the woman over to explain yet another question—it claims to be questions 4 through 10, although it seems to be a simple yes or no question. What’s this one asking me for? She tells me that one doesn’t actually count for anything, and I can write anything I want there. Well, fine then. I write: “yes?/no!” below it. The woman seems a little dubious. But if it doesn’t matter, then presumably it doesn’t have to make sense. Besides, I say, how often do you get the chance to answer a question like that? And she seems to accept that.

I had hoped to have this matter settled today, but since I’m going to have to get in touch with so many people to get the information I need to fill the form out, it looks like it’s going to drag out for a while longer. But then it dawns on me: this thing is making me think about the ways I’m connected with other people. Could it be that that’s what this was really about?

Later that night, in a different dream, I’m going to a place like a big department store with a group of people. A lot happened in this one, but in the only part I can remember well, we have all met up at a café that's part of some larger space. We sit at a couple small, round tables to one side of the counter. There are some nice-looking pastries on display, but I don’t recall anyone actually ordering food.

I was hoping to sit next to Katya, but she ended up at the other table, and other people sat down there before I could move over. Instead, I seem to be sitting beside an old schoolmate, someone I haven’t seen or even thought about since we were both 10. We talk about life back then. She mentions a particular boy, saying she remembers I had a lot of classes in common with him. I can’t remember whether I did or not. It’s not something I would have taken note of. I say that I remember having a lot of classes in common with another boy, though. She doesn’t remember who he is at first. But then she says, “Oh, the one with the naked fairy dream?” This is referring to the dream records that are displayed here in this café. It seems they were collected by Judge what’s-his-face from some of the students back then as part of some project—maybe like a public display of kids’ artwork, like you see sometimes— and by some massive coincidence, they ended up here, where we are.

I have my bouzouki in my lap, in its case. I’m thinking of taking it out and playing it. It would have nothing whatsoever to do with anything that happened in the past, and that would be nice.

22.4.18

I was convicted of a sex crime and dealt 3 weeks in prison based on flimsy charges and an unfair trial (Just a dream, nothing like this happened irl). The dream started right as I arrived at my cell. My mother was tearfully accompanying me to my cell and she lingered for a bit before the staff made her leave. It wasn't really a prison, and it wasn't really a jail. It looked and felt more like a mental institution to me. My cell was located right behind the front office of the building, behind a bulletproof glass and the front desk employee. The cell was fairly large, with an open door to the other cells, a bathtub, and a chair. Quite unusual indeed. The floors were carpet and the only wall was padded. The was a few children in the area, as well as a few elderly folk, and one or two people in their forties who seemed to be checked out of reality. The kids were playing, the old folk were chatting away as old friends, and I was sitting in a chair moping about how unfair the trial was, and how I didn't even get to change my clothes. I was only going to be here for 3 weeks, but I so didn't deserve to be here. I thought I'd focus on my dreams during this time and dream of the freedom that was soon to come.

A few days passed, and a good friend of mine decided to visit. I don't know him in my waking life, but we sure knew each other in this dream. He was a black man with a goatee and dreadlocks. He was very kind and honest, and he had a passion for music. He agreed that the trial was not just, and he wanted me to know it by singing me a song he had written about me. He started with some beatboxing, and I tried to talk him out of it. His singing would surely get the two of us in trouble for disturbing the environment. As he started the song I stopped protesting. He sang a familiar tune, but it is not one I recognize whilst awake. However, he had the words changed to reflect my situation and used my name in the chorus, so that was neat. As expected though, he did get caught and was evicted by the staff. He was banned from the building for a total of 3 weeks plus fines for "damages" and "crimes."

I reflected on what had happened, while sitting again in my chair moping about my life (how depressing..). Those aforementioned kids mentioned earlier started taking and playing with some toys I had sitting on a table in front of me. I protested at first, but then realized I really didn't need them anymore and I let them have the toys. Fast forward to an evening that I am not sure is that one or a later one. I was alone in my cell. Everyone else was asleep, nobody was near. I was soaking in the bathtub still in my clothes. The water was draining, and I looked to my right to see my dog lying next to the tub. I thought it quite peculiar that they let me have my dog with me in prison. The tub then changed appearance. The side of the tub became the back of a sofa. The dog had then gotten soaked by the draining water from the tub, and then made a scene that caused the staff to come check out what was going on. I was afraid my dog had caused me to get a longer sentence, but after some explaining they seemed to buy the idea that it wasn't my fault.

Fast forward to the next morning, where my dogs were no longer present and a nurse brought me a small bowl. I first thought it was a bowl full of meds that was being passed to everyone, but before I could really question it the nurse stuck something in my mouth and pressed it against my gums. It had a very distinct taste. I asked the nurse what it was, and what purpose it served as I tried to keep it pressed against my gums. She said it was just a ginger lolipop to act as a breath mint since my breath really smelled...I knew the taste was familiar! I didn't protest to the bad breath and explained to her my poor dental hygiene is an issue that builds on itself. If you aren't in the habit, then your teeth start to rot, then it hurts to get in the habit until you get the teeth worked on, which in turn hurts and costs money, etc.

The scene shifted to another evening. It shouldn't be long now before my sentence would be over I thought, as I sought out a bathroom to relieve myself. The other prisoners, or patients as it seemed, were all getting ready for a dinner that was being served in the other room. The thought came across my mind that maybe my sentence was not 3 weeks and maybe this wasn't a prison at all. Maybe it really was a psych ward and I would be trapped here for the foreseeable future. I quickly dismissed the thought until I heard a ruckus from the other room. There was a discussion on television between Billy Graham and another person of importance about my particular situation. It got quite heated and very political, and somehow it escalated all the way to the United Nations. I walked out of the bathroom and when I went outside it was a different building I was in. There was 3 stories and it was very open with many windows. I took a seat at a long conference table as I listened to those in the room discussing the situation. The original patients were all gone now, and I was surrounded by people in business suits. Someone had declared that this issue was to be taken seriously, and to defend against those who would argue in the negative. A group of assassins entered the building and I associated them with the group Talon from Overwatch. A fight broke out and I saw a massive Roadhog appear by me to protect me. He had to have been at least 8 feet in stature, and very wide. He was so realistic I was paralyzed in awe. He used his hook to grab hold of an enemy and I woke up.

This is my PDF version with the drawings in-line. Otherwise the drawings will be at the end of the post.
2018-04-22 dreams and drawings.pdf


Round 1 of Dreams
The first time I woke up I just remembered a little bit. One was something of a lucid dream cycle and they mentioned the Lucid Saint. It wasn’t refering to the podcast but it made me think of it. Also there was something in my sister’s
room but I couldn’t remember any more.
Round 2 of Dreams
These got a little more dreams going on. I remember my friend had 4 hero sandwiches. He offered me some. I didn’t
want one because I had already had dinner. Even though I felt hungry I would rather wait until breakfast.
I remember talking to him about how he was going to teach foam rolling. He was wondering if he should speak in the “I” or “You”
Position, something that always confuses me. When I put on my sun glasses, my vision got a lot clearer.
I had an app on my phone. He told me the code was 1-2-2-2-2-2-… And more 2’s, to get a special app. So I typed that in but it was
hard to press the touch screen.
We had an audio book playing with a heavy bass instrumental. Some women upstairs wanted us to turn it down so we turned off the instrumental part. I’m not sure if there
was anything else in that dream.
Round 3 of dreams
There was something with a bee type of thing that scared me.
This was a long one. I dreamed that we had to go on a trip. But we were taking a short bus ride home. My friend was
throwing a pill around and picking it up.
I remember I was talking to someone about Astral Projecting. And to go if it feels safe but not to go if it doesn’t. Then I dreamed of my body going to sleep paralysis and being unsure if it was safe or not. But a
light flickered in the loft that seemed paranormal. That was when I knew it was a dream. But I didn’t know it was a dream within a dream!
So then a female fell or jumped down from the ceiling and onto my friend.
At first this scared me. But it turned out okay.
I woke up from that dream but it was still a dream when I woke up. Another friend was there and he had a girlfriend. She had black hair with a big red dyed part and wore denim.
My friend went in the other room and she talked about how I don’t need to be some iron man. I kind of knew what she meant. Then we went out onto the roof. It overlooked water.
I got the feeling she might be a smoker. So I hinted, “I give points to help people
quit smoking.” I said this as a way to gauge her reaction as if she smoked or not. Worried that if she was a smoker, it would be a problem that she came around. I didn’t know it was a dream any more.
It turned out she was a smoker. My friend came
out. They were sitting together in a sky light. I started to tell my friend she smokes. He said that’s not okay. I felt relieved that he wouldn’t condone her smoking.
Then she started to try to kiss him. I felt like this was a way of her trying to
manipulate him to get him to change his mind. I felt threatened by this so I kept saying, “Don’t listen to her! She is an evil, manipulative addict! She is just trying to manipulate you!”
Her eyes began to glow red. I didn’t know it was a dream, so I was so
surprised at this. “Look! Her eyes are even turning red!” And they did. First just the pupils but then her whole eyes. I tried to draw a picture but it was too scary. Her teeth got sharp and her face morphed a little, like Monster Form of Frieza almost. Like a venus fly trap mouth.
I was sure I had talked my friend out of having her over. But then she began to come towards me. She slowly inched towards me
and I backed away. She was holding some writing utensils. It seemed like she was going to stab me with them. I thought of going to hide behind the door.
It turned out to be such a fearful dream that I consider it my first official nightmare in a while. I have
a high thresh hold for what I consider a night mare but this was truly one. In fact even while I was awake and recording the dream, I felt like I could see her face in my mind. I felt like if I opened my eyes, she would actually be there in my physical room.
Round 4 of Dreams
It took a little while to fall asleep. I had some sniffles developing. But I had a dream that ended with this green candle wax man holding a green candle. He lit the candle, and began to melt along with the candle.
I couldn’t remember the parts of the dream before that.
A dream flash happened where two kids in green
coats were flying towards me. With their backs facing me. I got startled and woke up.
Empty hoodie: I was at the mall. There was something about getting ice cream before they closed the metal gate thing. I got locked into a jail cell thing.
I might have got lucid but I didn’t put this in my L D count because I’m not sure if I was. I saw myself in a mirror. I had on a brown hoodie. But where my head and hands should have been, I had only a black void.
I squeezed out from between the jail cell bars and a friend carried me upstairs.
Stop Smoking/ High fence arboretum: In this dream I was walking through the part of the arboretum near the mulch piles. I actually smelled smoke. I rarely have a sense of smell in dreams but in this one, I did. The fences were high picket fences, not there in waking life. I didn’t know it
was a dream though. I looked around to see what trail it was coming from. Up around the bend? Behind me? To the left?
I yelled out stop smoking twice and heard a cough. It was from behind me. A guy with a dog. He yelled back, “It’s a disease!” I tried to run away. Then I woke up with a startle. Lots of emotionally intense dreams tonight.
Round 5 of Dreams
My sister asked me to do the dishes. So I helped her out with those.
There was a commercial of a guy in a foreign zoo. I felt a sense of dream de ja vu. I felt surprised at how long the commercial went. That’s what was funny
about it. It took up so much time. The guy joked around with some animals. Then he stood on a log and put his arms overhead like a bear. And some bears imitated him.
Baby commercial:
There was a commercial with a woman and a baby.
Then another woman sang a song about how other people can have their issues but you can be free of yours. In a nice yodely voice.
I had a little false awakening after that. The commercial draems were
funny because I felt like I saw them before.
Notes
I got more details on my voice recorder but this was just off the top of my head. What I notice is more of the dreams from my final
sleep cycles tend to be the ones that I remember easily the next day and can draw drawings from. The earlier dreams I don’t remember until I listen to them (more often).

Nothing much happened for the first three days (Day 66 to 68). Being suddenly woken up in the morning really screws with my recall.

Day 69:

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:40 AM


Dream 72: Cut Finger

For some reason I can't quite explain, I reached for the knife and cut myself on my finger. It was a searing, burning pain. God, I hated it.


Dream 73: Falling Deeper Into Sleep

In my bedroom, nighttime. The lamp is on and the TV has been turned off. I hop right into bed after turning the lamp off. A maelstrom of random and incoherent thoughts swirled around me when I was near sleep, but I can't really remember any of it.


Dream 74: Chameleo-guin

This one was a bit random.

So, a penguin is trying to avoid capture by four robots (One of which is a walking trash can). First he hid in a filing cabinet, with the trash can bot walking by him, and then he hid inside of a picture frame, disguising himself as a dove. Once the robots went past, he decamouflaged himself and hopped out of the picture frame. One of the robots finds him and sets off an alarm letting the others know he's there.

Then the dream ended.


Day 70:

Nothing much to report.


Day 71:

Fell asleep at: 11:40 PM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 75: Yer Me Best Mates

The dream centered around me (A sort of omnipotent force in the dream) trying to save a pirate ship from a bundle of dynamite that was placed on the ship. I couldn't for the life of me find the explosive. And when I did, I discovered it wasn't a stick of dynamite after all, but a modern-day explosive, so splashing seawater onto it wasn't going to make it any better.

I then switched to first person POV. The rest of the pirate crew was solemnly watching the night sky, almost in horrid anticipation of when the bomb was going to explode. One of the pirates was even playing music on a guitar. It was oddly relaxing, but we knew the end was coming.


Day 72:

Fell asleep at: 12:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 76: Yet another failed RC

I'm pacing around the parking lot in front of the band hall, trying to do reality checks. I do the nose plug RC and breathe in some air from it, but ultimately disregard it. I do the finger through palm RC, but that didn't work at all.

I also remember stumbling into the locker room, but then immediately walking back out.

After all that I end up in my sister's car along with my brother. He talks to her about some award he got, and I immediately tune him out.