non-lucid

The dream started when I was late to art class several days in a row. In the dream, once people got their first assignment, everyone and I mean EVERYONE was loud and obnoxious. I then saw a movie sequel to courage the cowardly dog on the TV that we have in the room. It showed what looked like courage and some other dog as anthropomorphic dogs reaching onto the table. I decided I wanted to see this and so I did. I present to you: COURAGE THE COWARDLY DOG 2: WHATEVER THE HELL THIS IS.
It starts off at their house in the suburbs/city where I'm assuming two distant relatives of courage were living in a small home with terrible owners. They heard about how someone was going to steal a celebrities' donut, and so they were off. One problem: they were in trouble. They had to stop time to get away from their owners and go to the bakery down the street. Next, they went up to the cashier and told them they wanted a donut. The guy was an idiot, so they had to explain specifically that they were trying to save the most important donut ever from being stolen. He said no, and after that they went off far away from the city into Acid land, where the one that looked the most like courage turned into this white capsule like thing with two legs and spooky hair. This is where the soundtrack of the movie came in. They were in Acid land, a place filled with near transparent waters and bright, neon and black mountains. The sky was also green, so there was that. They did all kinds of things in acid land, forgetting entirely their original goal. In one occasion, they had an Arab fight to other guys and the Arab one. They asked him his name, and he said "Mohammed Ali *insert like three other names here*" I then woke up.

So my family and I were all together fishing in the mountains. It was a cool temperature, probably 50°F or 10°C. It was a lake that we used to visit often when I was little in the mountains near my hometown. I was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a dark blue hoodie.

We were fishing for alien fish. I don't know how we knew they were alien but they definitely looked strange. They had huge black eyes and dark green scales, and they made this weird squaking sound when they came out of the water. I was sitting on a rock next to my dad. Toward the end of the dream he looked at me and said, "You know, some people think that it is wrong to fish for aliens when you don't need food, and they think that it is just killing the animals for pleasure. But really that's not true at all. Since they are visiting our mountains they don't understand what is safe to eat, and catching and releasing actually helps them to survive longer."

The way he presented his train of thought was very typical of my dad, but the situation and the specific words were really strange

The idea was I was a child of Chris Brown and I was taking an exam. I must've been 3 or 4 years old. In this suburban house was a room on the first floor with a bunch of other kids taking the exam except they were cheating. We were afraid the teacher would come in and catch us. I went to the third floor and went to the back of the room to cheat on the test by using my phone. I remember someone telling me to use quizlet to cheat but I never brought my phone up to look up answers. The test was about 50 questions but I only managed to get through 15 or so. On the top floor Chris and a bunch of other adults came up and a lot was going on.

Morning of April 18, 2018. Wednesday.



In my dream, I am once again back in a version of Cubitis (where I have not lived in real life since 1978). There is little that correlates with my conscious self identity, even in the last segment (other than remembering I am married to Zsuzsanna). However, I do not feel like a teenager (as I left Cubitis when I was 17). My implied age is probably at least thirty.

It is night and dark out, though I can still make out some detail. I mostly focus on the setting oriented southerly.

The surrounding area of the Cubitis house is similar to how it was in waking life, but changes in the last Cubitis-related scenario, before shifting into an unrelated offset dream.

There is a Cessna that flies south, above the house on at least two occasions. My dream self maintains the usual (since childhood) unemotional anticipation that the airplane will probably crash. (This is a result of the dream state itself, that is, the natural vestibular system ambiguity that occurs as a result of not viably discerning the physical body in REM sleep, and as a result, this common factor projects into autosymbolism relating to flying and falling and so on.)

Not to my surprise at all, the Cessna crashes in the distance, just past several houses to the south. From here, I and a few other people, all unfamiliar and unknown, walk southerly to investigate.

After seeing some vague distorted imagery of the airplane crash site that was originally beyond at least five or six houses from “my” house, RAS mediation kicks in more viably, and I and the others are suddenly now in the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house (dream state indicator, representing my subliminal, that is, non-lucid, awareness of being asleep in bed). I do not consider the impossible scene change. Now, the Cessna had crashed just beyond the windows of the southwest bedroom (despite the original implication).

We are looking out the windows to the south (in what would otherwise have been the side yard between this house and the neighbors’, though there are no discernible houses past this point in my dream) and I see that the small airplane had apparently crashed into a car carrier, ending up between the cab and a now upside-down pickup truck which faces the windows and is atop the airplane. I consider how it had just missed “my” house (again, despite the same faraway event as originally rendered). Additionally, the airplane is right-side up, yet also facing the windows, which makes no sense as it is implied the Cessna had crashed in between the cab and pickup truck atop the car carrier, so technically should be facing away from the windows. I try to see if the pilot is present anywhere, but I do not see him.

I talk about the accident, but an unfamiliar girl disagrees with me on how it happened. This does not set about enough RAS modulation (as I do not become annoyed), and as a result, rather than waking, my dream shifts into another odd scenario (though not a false awakening).

I am in a public place, though this is ambiguous, as it eventually seems to be implied as a room in a private residence. My mother is walking around (and my dream self has no memory of her death in waking life). There are a few bags around which apparently belong to my mother. Some bags contain several unusual clothes, others have small pieces of cloth. There is the idea of sewing random pieces of cloth on some of the clothes. Zsuzsanna is now present and my conscious self identity begins to emerge during the final waking stage.

The final event relates to me picking up a very colorful and bizarre pair of pants. It features a sketchy human couple, male and female, on each leg, integrated into a complex heraldic shield. There is a floral motif down each leg. I then start to hear a song, where a male is singing about “the girl wearing pants with pants about her pants”, the second “pants” referring to heavy breathing.

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Date of Dream: WED 18 APR - 2018



Dream No. 312 - My Typical Parents

I only remember a small portion of this dream. From where I do remember, I was at my house, near the dining room but I forgot what I was doing specifically. My parents were planning the so called “family structure”, especially for me and my brother, mostly focusing on punishments and rewards. My dad had brainstormed some things onto piece of paper, including a lot of abbreviations. I was suspicious about what my dad was doing and so I kept watching over him and I was also annoyed at what he was doing because my brother and I aren't little children anymore.

At one point, he planned to call my mum over to see what she thought of the “family structure”. Rather than calling out for her across the room, he called her on the mobile phone right when she was standing nearby! That's what got me really ticked off and I was now whispering something to myself like “Who does that?! You waste the credit when you could have just as easily spoke to get her. This family structure thing is an evil incentive... This is all mental! You're a mental case! I've got to report this to Dreamy WB before things get out of hand”. Just as I'm walking towards my bedroom to write on some paper of my own; the dream ends.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 312: Competition Results

Competition Night: 17
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: 9.0
Total Accumulated Points: 9.5

Last night I had some cool dreams. I got them all on my voice recorder. But what I will type.

is that I dreamed my hair had been cut. Then I regretted it. And, within the dream, hoped I was dreaming.

In another part, I was in a movie theater. I did a finger palm test that didn't go through. But remembered to do a nose pinch breathe, which did go through. It was exciting when I breathed in through a pinched nose.

In this dream me and my brother were running around a kitchen, but we were like a couple inches tall. We were looking for bananas for some reason. They were hidden in random parts of the kitchen and we had to be creative to figure out how to get up on counters and into cupboards and such. When we found a banana we would high five and look for more. It was a really strange dream.

Morning of April 17, 2018. Tuesday.

Dream #: 18,747-02. Reading (optimized): 1 min.



I live in an unfamiliar home. I recall having a wife, but she is unlike Zsuzsanna. She smokes a cigarette while seated in an armchair. At first, I do not think of it as wrong, but after several minutes I realize I do not want to be around a smoker. (If the woman is meant to be Zsuzsanna, my dream self does not recall she would never smoke).

I involuntarily throw a small spherical object (possibly a ball bearing) at her cigarette when it is near her mouth. Its burning tip is knocked off. It bounces and rolls across the floor, several feet from where she was sitting. In the unlit room, the appearance of the ember’s movements is vivid and realistic in its distance orientation. The event vivifies my dream. I am puzzled. I ask her when she started smoking (but wake before receiving an answer). I think she might have started yesterday. Before this, I do not recall ever seeing her smoke.

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The content was mainly a result of literal integration with enigmatic space, though fire often vivifies a dream as a result of the cortical arousal of waking.

Zsuzsanna was in her sister’s new home the previous day. She saw a large painting by her sister (recently put up) of a woman smoking. I had not known this before my dream.

It is crucial to understand enigmatic space is not solely a result of dreaming but of co-occurrence with monitoring processes as with noise altering or creating dream content.

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I can't remember much from my lucid dream, but I remember being in a room and knowing it's a dream.
I looked around me and everything was confirming to me that it's a dream. I wasn't excited, I was just calmly aware that it's a dream.
I remember about 30 seconds of just marinading in the fact that I'm in a dream.

Next thing I remember is non-lucid. Being in a supermarket with a girl. The girl was either my ex, or an old school friend. It kinda feels like one moment it was one of them, the next moment it was the other. They kept switching. So I'll just refer to them as "the girl".

Me and the girl went into a shop. We were looking at computer chairs, and there was some sort of fuss about a pen. I can't remember what the heck actually happened but it was chaotic.

I remember leaving the store with a wheeled chair and then coming back and passing the shop, and then giving the chair back and getting shouted at, and then I got all upset because I didn't mean to steal. Then all the staff surrounded me and comforted me. One woman said "I believe in yin and yang and stuff like that" and I said "I do to!" while I'm practically crying. Super weird.

Next thing I remember is running through the building with the girl as we were being chased by some sort of monster. We made it outside and jumped over a bush and hid under the bush.

Next thing I remember is spooning with the girl (except I was the little spoon... I'm always the big spoon...) and we were watching something on a smartphone.

Next thing I remember is walking with the girl, and approaching 3 of my old school friends. I saw my friend who has passed away in real life. In my head I was like, "I knew you weren't dead!!" I went to hug him but he backed off. He was still not talking to me.
(Backstory: In real life, we fell out not long before he died. I blamed myself for his death for a while. This dream is clearly showing I still feel fuckin terrible about it)

The whole rest of the dream I was trying to make up with my friend. I wanted so badly to be friends with him again. I think part of me was still slightly lucid because somewhere inside me I knew I only had limited time to do it.

I remember watching a big TV in an outdoor TV area with a bunch of friends and the girl.
When the TV show finished, people started to get up and leave, as if it was a cinema.
I made eye contact with my friend and I said, "please..." and he said something that basically meant "no I don't want to talk to you anymore".
I started crying, then I got angry, then cried again and apologized for getting angry. He walked away.

This dream is looaaaaded with stuff to interpret. I don't need to record my interpretation because it's clear as day to me, what all of it meant.

I have all the details on my voice recorder. But just making summaries for today.

Dream 1 Summary

There was a van we had to go through before it "faded" due to a time machine thing. Then a Mermaid going to help us go somewhere underwater. Diving in a channel of water. Had to evacuate due to floating buses. Walking through muddier area. Class thing I didn't want to go to.

Summary of Dream 2

Fighting with my Uncle about him smoking in my drive way. Friend from college on the back of a truck. "Hey, look at that sunrise!" Purple and orange sun rise off in the distance, above the tree tops.

Summary of Dream 3

Women walking through a store, doing affirmations out loud. "I'm a good singer." Commented on this to store clerk. He said he knew me from a live stream. Playing a video game with my Aunt. The live stream became my primary means of earning a living. I was setting up phone meetings to auto dial.

Date of Dream: MON 16 APR - 2018



Dream No. 311 - The Family Counsellor

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was searching on the internet and was on the Twitch TV website. I went to have a look at Kevin Miller's channel and decided that I wanted to send a message to him. What I saw though is that if you wanted a reply, you needed to have a “registered account” but I didn't have a registered account. So what I did next was that I called up my friend JH on the phone and asked her to help me make a registered Twitch account.

The next part of the dream showed that JH was over for a visit at my old house and we did a few things together. The last thing we did was make that registered Twitch account. When I checked my dashboard though, it showed that Kevin had actually replied to me a few days ago. It was a smiley emoticon to start off with. Then he answered in four dot points, each numbered, which must mean I typed four statements or questions to him. This reply was among a list of replies he had typed to other people as well.

I felt bad for dragging JH all the way down to make me an account as soon as I found out that a non-registered account was eligible. I decided that I would be curious and check out the features of the new registered account anyway. There was a big button at the bottom of the page, pink background and navy blue writing that said “No WB”. I figured out what that meant... It was if WB was absent; so I clicked on that page button and it gave a list of all these things I could do. I have forgotten what all the sub-buttons were specifically. They were things like “destroy the page” or “damage another account”.

I clicked one of the buttons and the scene took me to being in the kitchen of my current house. My mum was there on the other side of the bench. She said to me something like, “you can eat those but it's gonna hurt”. I didn't know what my mum meant... I was terrified at the fact that she was threatening physical pain just from eating these innocent looking potato/veggie straws in a lunch-box. I took a bite but the only possible pain I could think of was the extreme amount of salt burning my lips. Other than that, there wasn't any pain that I was originally anticipating.

The dream scene then moved again and I ended up by myself outside in this unknown area. A young-middle aged lady had come up to me and she looked distressed. I forgot what she specifically said but she was absolutely terrified for her kids' safety. I walked around with her and when we found her little boy (about 10 – 12 years old), we saw that nothing was wrong with him; but when we came across the girl (about 6 – 8 years old), she had a zombified look about her. The girl's hair was messy, frail and dry and she had such pale skin with really baggy eyes, the centre of them being almost all black and then to top it off, this creepy closed smile.

Now the mother and the boy were walking with me, begging me for help. They finally explained the situation and said that only their girl was affected, resulting in her “changed behaviour”. I was then told that it was another member of the family that had affected them, someone that they called “the queen”. The dream then projected an image of her and funnily enough, she actually looked like Queen Elizabeth. She was the kids' grandmother and the mother's parent in-law.

For some unknown reason, there was a bad vibe in the air but I couldn't put my finger on it. This though, made the mother and the boy really distressed and now they were encouraging to me to run with them and get away... Apparently “the queen” was up to something. We ended up in this wildlife bushland area, the mother was further ahead but I was trailing behind to make sure the boy was okay. I eventually told them that there was someone who could help us all and so I mentioned Dreamy WB; the mother now relied on me to get help quickly. The mother drifted further and further away but the boy was still close to me; so while I looked out for him and ran after him, I started to call for Dreamy WB.

I ended up saying things like “Dreamy WB help us! They're struggling!” and “Dreamy WB, you must stop the queen!”. The vibe in the air was getting worse and worse and the boy and I were now treading through tall reeds in a field, the mother no longer in sight at all. I was now multitasking; running with the boy, listening to what he had to say, and then having another attempt at calling for Dreamy WB.

When we were at the end of the reeds in the field, we saw a landmark, sloping up there was this communal area with all these tables and benches about; that's where we caught up to the mother. She didn't say anything much and so the boy and I went back towards the reeds to investigate. Water was rising out of the soil, dirty water; the queen was causing a natural disaster flood. The boy was about to be swept up, he kept running backwards but his legs were only so short; so I took him by the hand and went back up onto the high ground, as I looked in shock at all this area that was now under the queen's dastardly, murky water.

I was now desperate for Dreamy WB and I also did promise her to the mother and the boy. So as I sent them off to rest and recover, I went to actually look for Dreamy WB amongst the crowd of people. There was a larger crowd of people which I tried to get a look into completely; indeed there was Dreamy WB walking behind the two men. Her appearance was the hairstyle as a frizzy top-bun; her clothing was a black puffy jacket with blue jeans and white runners. As I was telling Dreamy WB what was going on, the mother walked up (the boy was nowhere to be seen from here onwards).

There wasn't much time for me to talk. It seems like Dreamy WB already knew what was going on as she silenced me and lead me and the mother somewhere. Dreamy WB had more of a serious disposition in this dream as when I stated I wanted to hold on to her, she didn't look too excited but she let me do it anyway with no verbal complaining. So as she was still walking to the destination, I came up close behind her and hugged her around the waist.

She eventually sat us down at one of the picnic tables underneath a gazebo and finally adjusted to me holding onto her, she didn't hold me back but she slightly leant on me as she spoke; the mother was sitting on the bench of the same side but on the other end of it, her and Dreamy WB were faced inwards to be looking at each other. Dreamy WB then started talking and said something like “Don't take good times for granted; and appreciate both the good and the bad. Once a person stops being bad, the only thing they can be is good”.

She then directed this next bit towards the mother, “You have your other side of the family; seek solitude in them until the queen resolves herself”. As Dreamy WB was saying the last part of that sentence, the dream projected a quick image of the queen again and then went back to the current scene. Once Dreamy WB had finished talking, there was a changed vibe in the dream. The mother began to smile as she thanked Dreamy WB for her advice. In-fact, the mother was so overwhelmed that she was actually crying tears of joy.

The mother then took me by the hand and dragged me off to find the boy. When we found him, the mother was jumping up and down, harping on to me and the boy about how “she did it!”, referring to Dreamy WB. Additionally, the sky was no longer grey and the bushland park was no longer wet; it was dry and sunny and the three of us were cheering together in the reed field that was now lower in its height. After minutes of celebration, I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 311: Competition Results

Competition Night: 15
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

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

+ Previous Total: 8.0
Total Accumulated Points: 9.0

Morning of April 16, 2018. Monday.



(When water induction subsides and my non-lucid dream self is left wandering in liminal space, subliminally attempting to gather threads of my conscious self identity in the waking transition.)

My dream starts out on a public beach, yet at no point am I aware of the ocean. Apparently, Zsuzsanna and our children as they appear now are present, but I am eventually most aware of our youngest son being nearby.

I come to understand that many children had lost their toys in the long stretch of beach sand. Here and there, I dig and I find mostly Lego; a lot of small bricks and a large one at times. I know that our youngest son will want some of them. There are also other parts found from older Lego kits, including plastic Lego figures. The sensation of digging with my hands is very realistic and vivid.

(When my non-lucid dream self is still wandering about in liminal space and reaches an autosymbolic form relating to neural gating and the subliminal enigma of being between sleeping and waking.)

I eventually reach a small square area on the beach that looks like some sort of ambiguous utility structure. It is somewhat like a small transformer station. Inside, on the ground, though there are a couple very small concrete partial floor sections, there are a few Lego platforms that have simple maze features and look as if they were designed to make a miniature maze by putting the platforms together as well as add separate smaller features over the connected platforms. These other pieces are mostly flat, but with sparse raised patterns (though raised less that a quarter of an inch) that imply part of a simple maze. I consider that our youngest son might enjoy them and I take them to put aside as well. I have a large plastic bag to put all the pieces in.

(When atypical neural gating closes off more of my conscious self identity after being at this structure, the maze implying the potential return to dreamless sleep in this case, as I have not yet begun waking ascension.)

Without paying any attention to the change of setting, I am soon digging in the wooden floor, though which is still somewhat like digging in beach sand, of the hall of the second storey of the King Street boarding house (where I have not lived since 1990), rendered as having a searchable essence as in a number of other recent dreams. At this point, even though my current conscious self identity was mostly extant at the beginning of my dream, I am now slipping back into a reversed timeline, where I do not realize I am in the “wrong” setting - and my current conscious self’s memory is now far less viable. Instead of Lego, which is autosymbolism for gathering and constructing my thoughts and identity, and to remember I have a young son, I lose that focus entirely and am now finding stones of an interesting appearance.

Leonard S comes up to see me, though remains at the opposite end of the hall. He seems cheerful and is going to get some additional stones from downstairs. Meanwhile, the King Street landlady comes up to see what is going on and seems somewhat annoyed. She remains standing at the opposite end of the hall from me as well.

(When my dream again subliminally focuses on the waking goal, and fails to initiate conscious self identity.)

Eventually, I find a large magnetic object near a fictional window on my end of the hall. (In real life, there was not a window in this location, my dream falsely implying the end of that area of the house, but the door to Leonard’s room as well as a smaller hall perpendicularly leading to the right and the left open to a staircase to the downstairs area.) It is not a stone but some sort of unusual ovular (though irregular) magnetic object with at least three large flat magnets arranged around its surface. They are somewhat like oversized refrigerator magnets. Each magnet features a scene from “101 Dalmatians” from 1961. One magnet features dalmatians, including Pongo and Perdita, the others, the human cartoon characters Roger and Anita.

A similar object is nearby. I consider that the objects are meant to be placed together. However, when I touch them together all the flat magnets fall off from each. I start talking about this event to an unfamiliar cheerful male who is now suddenly sitting in the window. I try it again, after placing the magnets back on, but they fall off again. I am trying to understand if this is “right” or not, but the unlikely scene and erroneous magnetism does not trigger lucid awareness.

The personified preconscious atypically takes on the essence of reinduction (as with the personified unconscious but of which is most often female) and sits in a low-set window rather than standing by or within a doorway, its usual habitat. The magnets did not continue to stick when the two objects were joined, being autosymbolic of the failure of the conscious self to fully initiate (the window otherwise implying the potential exit point for this dream).

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To summarize dream specifics: Water (no longer present in this atypical dream sequence) subsiding from liminal space as the very common (since early childhood) tidal analogy of waking autosymbolism. Seeking to gather current waking life identity. Small transformer station as autosymbolism for RAS (Reticular Activating System). My dream self finds curiosity in the maze-like neural gating potential of the dream state and becomes distracted. Trading one liminal space for another (beach to hall). Personification of neural gating at dream’s outcome, which very atypically represents reinduction rather than waking.

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Even more exams to take care of. My birthday was also about a few days ago (April 12th to be exact) and so we had a barbecue to celebrate, so that knocked the wind out of me. I also got back into drawing a heck of a lot, and I spent the rest of today mindlessly filling out my sketchbook to make something worth a damn...

But, uh, back to the topic at hand.


Day 62:

Nothing to report. ONTO THE NEXT ONE.


Day 63:

Fell asleep at 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:45 AM


Dream 66: Why Planet Robobot Will Never Get Represented

Playing Smash Bros. 3DS online. I distinctly remember playing one-on-one in Mute City, Omega Mode. I'm playing as vanilla Kirby going up against some buffed-up Kirby (No, not a muscular Kirby or anything), but sporting his Planet Robobot mech suit. And he is kicking my ass.

The way he moved was more reminiscent of how the mech suits in Megaman X worked, akin to traditional platformer controls than how Smash controls, dashing and jumping everywhere. His high damage output, combined with his frame, made him near impossible to deal with.

Keep in mind I was playing as REGULAR Kirby.

I kept spamming the side-b until he finally blew up, allowing me to finally knock him off stage. I yelled directly at the 3DS, "YEAH! **** you AND your mech suit!" And I remember being extremely lightheaded after that.

Dream 67: Phantom Fighting

First person fighting dream. Don't remember too much of it, but I do remember this much. Me and two other people are fighting in a dark red and confined space, with paintings on all sides. I remember being knocked back into the wall, only to fall into the painting, completely disoriented. It transported me to a 100 Acre Wood type place (Cause I had Kingdom Hearts 2 on the mind). The dream ended right there.


Day 64:

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 68: Why Did I Hurt That Poor Thing?...

I'm in the living room, early hours of the morning, and my dad is eating breakfast in the kitchen. A blue colored rat with spider-like qualities (That being the about 4 blue eyes it had) and her three children walk in.

Being the unrestricted dream character I am, I pick up and slam the thing on the floor, but it doesn't die. I looked at her kids, and an overwhelming feeling of regret and shame came over me as I saw what I was doing. I stopped my clobbering and just sat down on the couch.

The mother hopped on top of my lap and, like a dog, curled up and fell asleep on me. She was the size of my two puppies, Nemo and Cleo (Sometimes referred to as Nemus and Cletus).


Dream 69: Don't--

I'm in what's supposed to be my history class. In short, it looked nothing like the real thing, except for the arrangement of the desks.

The bell dismisses us but I forge one little thing...my backpack (And my folder). I get lost trying to get back to the class, but eventually I find my way back.

I rush back to the class and see a girl fiddling with my folder. I politely swipe it from under her nose and just as courteously tug my backpack away from under her desk. I then walked out of the classroom and then the dream ended.


Day 65:

Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 70: The Flying Dead

I'm in my house conversing with some random dude, who I can assume to be an acquaintance of mine in this unsettling apocalypse. The house is abandoned and antiquated, a thick layer of fog clouding our vision. I'm on the lookout for any zombies inside of the house, paranoia reigns supreme.

In this dream I can be best described as "frisky". I don't tend to stay in the same place for too long and I always have one eye open.

I beat a zombie senseless as he comes out of the laundry room. I then step outside. It's approaching nighttime, a red sunset on the horizon. The neighborhood looks like a fusion of Sanctuary Hills and my cousins' neighborhood up north.

I fly up to the top of a building (Because apparently I can just do that now) on top of a Greek looking pillar, perfectly out of the reach of any zombies. I fall asleep for a bit when 3 to four guys surround me. They're making fun of my stupidity, thinking that absolutely no zombies can get me from here. They then demonstrate this by trying to grab me from under the pillar.

The dream then cuts to me, my sister, and the rest of my immediate family inside of our house. The lights are on, it's the dead of night, and the blinds and curtains are open. I'm trying to convince them to turn off the lights and put on the curtains, all while attempting to do the same myself. None of them were convinced.


Dream 71: Another Failed RC

I'm in the living room. My mom and my sister are talking to each other outside of my mom's bedroom door. I then get the idea to do a reality check, thinking to myself, "Well, why WOULDN'T I be dreaming right now?" I do the nose plug RC, breathe through my nose, but I begin to think maybe the positioning of my fingers is wrong. I couldn't breathe through my nose afterward.

I am going on a trip with some other people—vague impressions of preparation, of using a computer in a lab to take care of some paperwork I need for it—some kind of registration, maybe.

It seems to be a long trip. We are traveling by car, and after a while, we stop at a gas station. I go inside to find something to eat and am pleasantly surprised to discover they have marzipan here. I pick out a couple small bars of it, along with some other food for the road.

A little while later, I’m in a room belonging to my friend Nina—it seems to be in the same building, with the gas station just on the other side of a door. I’m examining some small statues on the shelves. The statues illustrate the “eight ways of dying”—which actually seems to signify ways of living, the idea being that they’re lifestyles that don’t really deserve to be called living.

There are two complete sets of the eight, and they both go about illustrating them in different ways. I looked at all of the statues, but the only one I remember vividly was the eighth one of the second set, which I was looking at as I woke up. The key symbol seems to be a snail, representing an unthinking, animal-like life. But while the sculptor of the first set has just portrayed the snail, the sculptor of the second—who seems to have a more fanciful take on things in general—has portrayed the snail crawling over a human corpse in a colorful stage of decomposition. Where’s Nina so I can ask her about these, I wonder.

I can also vaguely remember a couple other statues, also from the second set. The second statue showed a woman lying on a massage table surrounded by jars and bottles and things, and the fourth didn’t seem to have any living figures at all, but looked like a mineralogist’s work table might—rocks of various kinds scattered over it and a jar of rocks in the center.

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(Note: I think the Buddhist ideas here are pretty clear, but it may be less obvious that it’s also drawing pretty heavily from Plato.)

I had many dreams this morning, pretty much all focused on landscapes and scenery. I didn't actually record them throughout the night so I thought I'd share here, sort of going through my thought process.

I was playing minecraft I believe, a new update that introduced a large height limit and bigger and taller biomes. The mountains were large, the cliffs were tall, and the grass was spread wide. There weren't as many trees as one would come to expect. As I flew around and explored the view became more lifelike and less blocky. There was a real neat sheet of ice that went from a lake all the way up this mountainside. I tried to get a better look at it, but I was distracted by the other cool things around. Everything I saw gave me a sense of amazement, even though there was not much really to look at. I saw a big row of some sort of structure. They seemed to be cave entrances, or dungeons or something of the sort. There must have been over 50 of them side by side, and they had redstone mechanics to get inside. I left them alone and flew higher to better investigate the way this mountain was built.
I think the dream above was influenced by this post from reddit, even though the two look nothing alike.

I woke up somewhere around here. Realized I was in the same position I had been when I went to sleep. I was on my side facing the left which is the opposite side I normally lie on. I normally find this position hard to fall asleep in. I turned over on my other side and feel back asleep

I now found myself trying to explore more of the area I was in before, however it looked nothing like it did before. I wasn't in minecraft anymore. I was in a wooded area of a mountainous forest. There was a lot of debris and trash lying around. It was kind of like exploring a place long abandoned. There were the typical rusted cars and fallen trees that looked like someone made them into shelters. This particular dream felt like it happened a few times throughout the night.

I woke up from the previous dream lying again on my side facing to the right. I lied on my back and went back to sleep.

I was now at the waiting room at the Dentist. I was called in at the same time my dad was in the other room. The dream skipped past the actual cleaning part, and went straight to when the appointment was over. I was standing outside the door of the dentist's room and my dad had come out of the room he was in. I could hear my dentist tell me my teeth were good and to keep doing what I have been doing with my teeth. She then said she still had some work to do but I walked away.. I said to my family that she was clearly lying. She even paused before she said what she did. This is something a dentist actually did tell me once and it caused me to actually stop taking care of my teeth for quite some time. I knew my teeth were bad, yet the dentist in the dream was being lazy and also didn't want to hurt my feelings. We left the building before mother could get her teeth checked.

At some point throughout the night I realized I was actually in a dream. I couldn't see much. The dream felt sort of unstable in that it kept fading to the void. I tried engaging my senses but it didn't seem to help. I touched a wall but couldn't really feel it. I tried walking around and grabbing a ladder but it was starting to feel like I was watching myself do it instead of doing it myself. I got to the top and looked at my hands and they were all blurry. It was like my eyes were crossed. I did indeed have 10 fingers, but I couldn't focus on what I saw. I woke up fairly quickly. The dream took place in a shack on a mountain. Must have been a beautiful view outside, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Another cool dream was exploring a house I had seen. Actually come to think of it the house appeared out of nowhere. I recall being in a very tall cave. There was what looked like mincraft tnt lining the ceiling and walls far away, but mostly it was just a dimly lit open area. Like it was all excavated out for some project. I really felt at home(hah get it) here. I wanted to explore and see what cool things may be in here, but suddenly I saw a house forming around me. I started to get irritated that the cave was disappearing around me just for some stupid house, but I looked around the newfound environment anyway. It was a modern house with all new appliances and glossed marble floors. It was a single story home with perhaps 3 bedrooms 3 bathrooms. I say 3 because when I got to the end of the house there was a bathroom and then a bedroom. I felt disappointed that I had reached the end of the open house exploration without seeing anything that really caught my eye. Until, at least, I saw a small doorway in the bedroom to another room. It was an odd shaped door and it led to another bathroom. I was interested now, and I saw the bathroom had a urinal, claw tub, and a large and expensive shower. I was sold on the house now. This extra bathroom made the whole house worth it.

I was again in the forest, kind of like the one before with the abandoned car and such. This time I had myself a dog. It was either a lab or a mastiff and it was on a rather short leash. It led the way as we explored the area and tried to find civilization. It wasn't long before we got into a town and I had to pee. I saw a street sign with the town name on it but I don't remember now where I was. I gave up on the idea of relieving myself due to there being no way to deal with the dog without the fear of someone stealing him if I tied him up somewhere. The dog and I swiftly left the city and went onto the next, going through yet another forest. I found some tree to wet and we continued our journey. We would up in another town and the dream ended.

I "woke up" in a car without my shoes on. My family texted me to meet them at some restaurant. I got up after a few moments and noticed it was very early dawn and my dog from the previous dream as happily sitting at the end of the road. I noticed a bank across the way and saw my family's car in the parking lot. I walked over and they told me they were going to the restaurant next door, but had to pick up cash first. I agreed to meet them there, but had to go back to the car to get my shoes...