non-lucid

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.

15.4.18

(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...

Morning of April 15, 2018. Sunday.



This was the first time where four of my dreams in a row, at least in recent memory, carried the same vague storyline continuity, probably because I not only went to sleep earlier than usual but slept later than usual. It is mainly a dream about studying the factors and components of the dream state itself, though this has been a very common theme in my dreams since early childhood.

In my first dream, I am thinking about the nature of the WAF (waking alert factor), the primary biological function of which sometimes results in a snake being rendered as a result of RAS modulation (the key dynamic). I am on our bed, though our house is rendered incorrectly (to prevent waking life associations). I deliberately sustain the dynamics of my dream (only in semi-lucidity, which is neither viable lucidity nor apex lucidity) and watch two snakes. The first is mostly off the bed and is black, eventually ending up on the floor. A second, a yellow one, is moving behind the other, though it is not implied that one is following the other. I recognize that the one on the floor being black is a reference to deeper sleep in this case. The yellow one is of a level of consciousness closer to the emergent consciousness factor and more rapid RAS modulation. My semi-lucidity holds what otherwise serves as the WAF and I even point it out to Zsuzsanna, who is walking around in our kitchen. (This is similar to past in-dream experiments relating to snakes.) I rewind and reset my dream, and the crawling snake event repeats, so I can study it more and determine at what point the shift in unconsciousness occurs. I notice a slight difference in awareness when the last 25 percent of the black snake’s tail is still on the bed (in moving to the left, to the side of the bed) and the yellow snake is about 75 percent on the bed (coming from my right). I fail to remember that moving to the left is also of the nature of dream state reinduction or in some cases, moving back into dreamless sleep states, depending on circadian rhythms dynamics.

I allow myself to fall back into deeper sleep without waking. From here, a new dream begins, which relates to a futuristic science-fiction scenario. I am no longer of any degree of lucidity other than faux lucidity at some points.

An unfamiliar man is driving a cargo truck. I am aware that it is carrying snakes for a carnival. I remain near a weigh station as it stops and eventually drives on over a bridge over part of the ocean. Eventually, there is news that the cargo truck was destroyed, driver and all, by some sort of beam directed by a government satellite. I watch the event on a computer monitor. I watch the wide yellow beam come down to dissolve the truck. I realize that there may have been another reason for this event. Perhaps it was related to either a mistake made by the people running the security system or because the man knew too much about government operations.

I shift into faux lucidity and try to expose this government conspiracy (which is related to non-lucid RAS mediation, inherent to the dream state, not waking life). Bruce Willis and some other people are listening to my description of the events. The man was believed to have been carrying unauthorized nuclear weapons. I am somewhat puzzled, as I remember that both snakes and nuclear weapons are key factors of RAS modulation while in the dream state. However, as I am not viably lucid, my mind sustains my dream non-lucidly. I go back to the weigh station, which is now more like a store’s checkout (typical autosymbolism for the last scene and exit point of a dream) and pick up the severed head of a green snake as well as a piece of its body. I show them to the other people as evidence of a government conspiracy. Again, the man was not carrying unauthorized nuclear weapons, but snakes for a carnival. At least one had left the truck when it stopped at the weigh station. At the same time, my dream self also realizes that I am making up the whole scenario and that I have no idea what the man had actually been transporting. Still, I enjoy the concept of writing such stories.

In my next dream, there is still some memory of my previous two dreams. There is confusion about picking something up in a restaurant and something to do with my yellow notepad (without a cover) of which I had been writing results of my dream experiments for the last month or so. I find several notepads as well as being given one by an unfamiliar female who works at the restaurant counter and had come outside to talk to me, but none of them are mine. Some of the notepads are only half the length of a real one (which is autosymbolic of my conscious self identity not being fully extant in the dream state). Some of the notepads have writing, but it is not mine.

I walk into the restaurant. My notepad related to dreams, which I now have automatically (though there are still missing pages implied), also has what are supposed to be “real” notes about the previous events and the evidence the cargo truck had only snakes. I now become aware that I had been hiding from those who had apparently destroyed the cargo truck in my second dream of this sequence. James Franco is sitting at a round wooden table. I tell him not to talk to anyone about me or the event from my previous dream. “But why are you hiding?” he asks me cheerfully, “You are famous”. I realize that he is implying that there are too many people who know about the truth for the government to target only me. However, I then consider that the majority of people in the general public are completely oblivious to any semblance of truth. I vaguely remember that virtually no one in the general public has any understanding of the dream state or of dream meanings (a view I hold in real life), regardless of endless popular falsehoods. This is confirmed by seeing one unfamiliar girl trying to “interpret” her dream (writing in a yellow notepad) at another table. I become so annoyed, I briefly wake, though while allowing myself to sleep for another half hour or so. (My preconscious, James Franco in this case, being cheerful and not with any conflict, was a precursor to this choice, as there is only conflict by way of RAS mediation as such in the final dream of a sleep cycle to initiate the waking alert factor). During this dream segment, there was also a clear focus on government satellites, of which could direct a weapon at anyone in the world. (I am only vaguely aware it is a direct reference to RAS modulation in ending the fictitious dream self identity during the waking transition. In fact, the cargo truck’s destruction is even called “RAS modulation” via satellite in my dream.)

From here, in the fourth dream, I am near a two-storey building of which is implied to be a girl’s school in England and otherwise looks much like the Victorian School of Art and Science at Stroud, Gloucestershire. The girls, including the ones on the second floor, each walk out from a different window and walk about and hover in the air before returning to their bed each time. I am apparently looking for a girl who knows what the dream state is, as that would be the only sensible goal of coalescence. (Why coalesce or even communicate with ignorance?) In reality, a dream is primarily a state of unconsciousness of which the Moro reflex in infancy evolved. Each has a yellow notepad (though they do not carry it with them), and one is the same unfamiliar girl as from the prior dream. No one seems to know this. Each girl is dressed in a very similar manner, in mostly what looks to be a Victorian costume, which seems to be part of some sort of theme day. In summoning this essence, I vaguely understand that I am merely recognizing public ignorance of dreams, which typically always “looks the same” and of which is very outdated.

Part of my dream self’s focus and features in these dreams came from major distortions of “Pay It Forward” (2000) and “Oz the Great and Powerful” (2013), which Zsuzsanna and I had watched several hours previously.

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Date of Dream: SUN 15 APR - 2018



Dream No. 310 - Separated Sections

Dream 310 A - She Sings On X-Factor
I don't remember much of this dream at all. The only scene that I can remember is being in some random unknown place and seeing this huge parade of people walking past in the building. I caught sight of WB who was dressed very eccentrically. I made an attempt to catch up to her before she left and it was a success, as I caught up to her parading beside EGor as her line partner. Although she was the real WB, she had behaviour patterns more common to Dreamy WB.

Her hair was styled really dramatically with her afro being multicoloured... More specifically, patches of aqua, white and then this gold glitter sprinkling over it. I asked her what she was doing and she gave me a lengthy explanation on how she got onto X-Factor, I forgot specifically what she said though. She was very friendly towards me for this scene. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 310 B - Finding A Friend
I don't remember much of this dream either. From what I can remember, I started off in my bedroom of my old house. I remember that I was doing something and my parents would keep catching me out, I forgot what exactly it was I was doing though. That scene repeated a few times with a few different variations of me running away from them.

I then ended up in the backyard of my old house. I have completely forgotten the intention of this scene. Faintly, I recall that there was this character that I know nothing about, which was going to my ally for the first part of this scene... Classified as the first world (reference to areas from Mario games). Once I had completed the tasks set for me in that scene, it was time to move onto the second world, which was weirdly though sill taking place in the old house backyard

For the second world, I received another animated character as my companion but yet again forgot who or what it was. After completion of the second world, I spoke to myself for a short while and within that speech, there was a tiny bit of reference to getting Murray back. I eventually figured that I couldn't get Murray back yet at this time and there were no stranger characters coming to help, so I thought to myself, “what do I do?”.

The next world I went to wasn't in my own home and rather was somewhere completely unknown. There characters as I said before weren't appearing anymore and it wasn't the right time to get Murray back yet. I decided that it was time to call Dreamy WB for assistance in this world. As she was appearing (in her Oktoberfest outfit), I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



I've been having some very inspiring thoughts over a couple of nights and have even done some slight planning if the idea does come to fruition. I'd like to host a competition for the month of May; it still rewards lucid dreamers more but it is also friendly to non-lucid dreams and is mainly the focus on encouraging consistent recall and increasing overall quality of dreams. It's one where everyone will be able to score decent points and people are not heavily disadvantaged if they can't get lucid over a long period of time. (criteria is for instance, the same task but a lucid dreamer might get 6 points for it, whereas a non-lucid/standard dreamer gets 3) I am thinking, there will be teams for this and there will be the Beginners, Intermediate, and Advanced leagues based on lucid criteria to keep with the DreamViews competition tradition. May will be my chance (June as a last resort) because I will be busy with a work experience placement at the end of June and first part of July. Then after that, my university degree starts which will gradually cram my free time as the term progresses. I'd really love to do something like this... Tell me what you think.



Dream 310: Competition Results

Competition Night: 14
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: 1.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 6.5
Total Accumulated Points: 8.0

This dream starts with me listening to my cassette player. Unsatisfied with the quality, I decided to go to the record store, where I found like twelve jensen cassette players kind of just on the shelves.

Fragment 2: There was a theater in the middle of a desert like area a mountain where me, C, and K, as well as some other theater were listening to a grindcore song being played through a projector. My friend's reactions were as follows:
What even is this? - C
This song fucking sucks - K
As soon as the song was over, I got up and said "still not better than dream theaterIN MY OPINION!"

Fragment 3: my nephew/mmkk's brother was listening to what he thought was a cassette player. It had similarities to a mini cassette player, but more digital looking. I told him that that's not even what cassette players look like, but he didn't listen. I then got out my phone, which for some reason, had Kim Jong Un and Robbie rotten or someone like him over the gay flag as the wallpaper, and tried to find an app to prove him wrong. No luck. There was also a fragment where I was sitting across from N in a classroom somewhere in there.

Round 1 of Dreams

Videos

The first part I remembered was this You Tube kind of thing where people could post up their own videos. I had thought of a way to name my own videos. There was a woman with brown hair who had come up with a way to get people to think they had to pay her to post a video on her channel. I realized it was a scam and posted my videos myself, without having to pay her.

Bar

I was at a bar with my Mom and Dad and some other people. My Mom and Dad were not really together but they were still splitting a drink. So my Mom would come along and pour some more of my Dad’s drink into her cup. It was a yellowish kind of alcohol. My Mom was with another guy I think. Then one of them started pouring some of the alcohol in my glass. I did this rap like, “Yo! You ain’t pourin no alcohol in my cup, yo! What are you thinking?”

<<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>

Meditating

There was some idea in the dream about how its good to dream but then it helps to meditate during the day. They explained it in a way I never heard before. I can’t quite remember it now.

Aisle

I tried to hide the lap top in the fridges in the food store aisle.

Bosses

There was more to this part, but I can only remember it vaguely. But there were two boss guys. I was telling them, “You’re the Big Cheese. You’re the Big Cheese.” I wonder what else happened. Some kind of argument or something.

Pellets

There was a guy telling me how in the olden days, they put pellets <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> so it made a clicking noise. But they don’t do it any more. I think I was mad about the inhumane ness of it.

Job

Something about consulting a guy about a job. They gave me a job and paid me some money ahead of time, just to start. I was like, “That gives me good incentive, so thanks!”

Animation

I had to do animations. My plan was just to get something off google images. Then get an animated mouth, that would move with the speech. I wonder if that exists. Like a computer program that moves a mouth along with speech. Then I could just paste that moving mouth over the google image, and I’d have a little animation thing. But then I started to realize such a computer program might not exist, and I might fail at this assignment.

Planets

There was this thing in this rock circle valley place. An elder was saying how if someone does something in their term on one planet, that causes destruction, then if they go and do the same thing on the next planet (without learning from their mistake) in the same term of power, then… That’s frowned upon. It showed <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> and a dorm <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> with some people around there.

Conceptual

There was another part that was really vague or conceptual. I remember feeling like it repeated. It had to do with recording the above dreams within the dream and knowing I could find it in waking life. Like really believing that was possible. I don’t think it was a Lucid, Dream though. But there was something about patterns. I couldn’t really explain it once I woke up.

Round 2 of Dreams

I biked and stretched in the dark before going back to bed, hoping to ensure that I’d sleep. I made an attempt at Wake Initiated Lucid Dream which got me to sleep but didn’t get me to a dream. I remember it felt like forever I was laying there trying to stay still. And I was making it, little by little. But then I got the “big rollover signal”. That was really, really uncomfortable, but I realized, it, too, would pass. And it did. But I didn’t remember any dreams when I woke up from the sleep. Maybe something about dreaming about dream recall?

Couldn’t Sleep

It’s about 4:38 A M now and I couldn’t sleep since probably 1 or 2 when I woke up from the above dreams. I tried biking and stretching in the dark, meditating, and eventually gave up on sleep, and came to the computer. To type the dreams so far and type some older dreams in a neater format. Now I feel sleepy again and hopefully I get a round of two of dreams.

Round 3 of Dreams

Eventually, I did get back to sleep. I forgot earlier parts of this but it turned out to be an interesting and unexpectedly dark Lucid, Dream chain.

Excluded

The earliest part I remember is some of my old friends were standing in a circle, wearing Navy Blue. They excluded me from the circle. <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>I guess we fought a little but I’m not sure.

Classroom

I was in my bed for a moment, then in this class room. <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> was being mean to me. I chose to retailiate. I actually knew it was a dream at this point. <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>Then I realized everyone else there would gang up on me. I felt real fear of them actually causing me dream pain. I put my fingers on my forehead and did an instant transmission. It popped me back into my bed for a moment.

Whirlpool

Then the dream popped me into this big whirl pool of cold, cold water. I remember feeling the cold. It was swirling me all around. I couldn’t get any closer to the edges because it was pulling me towards the middle. Attempting to swim to the sides ended me up with swimming in place at best. There were these platforms I was hoping to be able to get onto for safety. Eventually I appeared back in my bed for a moment.

Blue-tiful

Then the dream popped me into this place with lots of people from before. I was flying. I still knew it was a dream. I thought <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> was coming but it turned out to be <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> who was also excluding me earlier. Then I saw a female dream figure. She was very pretty but her face was fuzzy and blue. Maybe kind of like Avatar. I think her eyes were yellowish. I went up to her and said, “Do you remember what happened in my first Lucid, Dream from earlier? Please help me!” I really thought that she would actually tell me what had happened. She replied, “I don’t know if I can help.” And then preceded to tell me something else. Then I told her she was so beautiful! <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>

Left out

I continued to appear back in bed then pop back into the dream a few times. Each time, I was like, “yep, still dreaming.”

Then I was around all these people from high school and college again. The women there were really well dressed, and looked to be paired up with other guys there. I still knew it was a dream. I was thinking to myself, “Wait, how is this MY dream, and yet I’m the odd one out? I should be like the alpha male.” I started trying to say that to everyone but I realized, it might not be MY dream. However, I did express that I felt like no one thinks I’m cool, or that I felt un cool.
<<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>

Babies

I walked through the area some more and saw babies laying in a bed. They were crying, and cuddling with other babies. I was surprised that the babies were sort of cuddling instead of the parent holding the baby. Then I tried to hold some of the babies. But a baby came up from behind me! And started to choke me. I couldn’t breathe! I started to try and fight in, panicking a little bit. I still knew it was a dream, but didn’t seem to have much dream control.

Paralysis

I appeared back in my physical bed. I sat up a bit in my “non physical” body, feeling sleep paralysis. I opened my dream eyes but didn’t want to! I didn’t want to see what I expected to see. Even though I was lucid, I was still not up for it. I felt very overpowered by the dream thus far.

I looked toward my desk and saw the air kind of twist and bend like something was about to appear there. Something scary. I closed my dream eyes and just relaxed though. That seemed to help. I rolled out of body, falling onto the floor. Then it ended.

(After I woke up, I realized that if there was some entity coming for me, and I rolled out of body, it might have possessed my body. But I am still here, in my body, the next morning. There is no other entity in my body.)

Kitchen

I appeared in a kitchen. It was a different kitchen than <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> but I justified it by making a story that we had moved. So I didn’t know it was a dream anymore. But I was still conscious, so it was like a false awakening. I was near a fridge, eating pizza. The cheese was falling off the pizza or something. I thought I had woken up into Physical Matter Waking Consciousness, but still expected a “hallucination” to come get me.

App

I remember trying to dream journal. But this app kept making noise. When I tried to pause it, it wouldn’t pause. It was like an app for a workout because if I pressed the pause button, it would resume in a few minutes. It appeared that this was its programming. To resume playing after a few seconds of being paused. Duration depended how many times pause was pressed. So when I double pressed it, it was 10 seconds. I tried to press the stop button, a little square, but nothing seemed to work. I thought of just putting the phone volume down manually so I could record my dream.

My Dad was in the kitchen part, too.

Pizza

I re appeared in my bed again and thought the dream chain was over. But no! There was one more. I dreamed I was eating pizza. I had two slices, one stuffed slice, with crust on both sides. It was like a 10 inch slice but very thin. The other piece was like normal size but the cheese was missing! This reminded me of the previous dream. But I didn’t know it was a dream at the time. I took a bit of one of them. It tasted good. The big slice was on the table a little and I was afraid it would get dirty. I woke up from that dream still chewing with my physical mouth! Then like, “Oh, I’m in bed now!”

Notes

It took some time for me to think through those and record. After getting insomnia, I was really drowsy. But I guess I recalled a good amount.
<<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>
Round 5 of Dreams

Fields and waves

I was in a class setting that reminded me of fields and waves. The professor was teaching something. I thought it was boring. There was something that reminded me of the cartoon, “Dexter’s Lab.” It involved a serrated clamp going to an electronic device. And then it was like “Jacking In” From megaman Battle Network. Kind of surreal or abstract.

Shelves

<<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>Overall Notes

I am just practicing grading my dreams like in competitions, so, here was what I would have got tonight:

3 dreams recalled, 3 points.
First Dream Induced Lucid Dream, 10 points.
Lucid, Dream Chain, 2 Points.
WBTB, 2 Points.
Interact with DC, 2 Points.
Ask for advice, 5 points (asked for help in recalling dream).
Fly, 5 points.
Instant Transmission, 10 Points (to escape people in class beating me up).

Total = 39 Points.

FRAGMENT

- - -

I was in a plane with my family, we were probably on a flight to America. (We're going there at the end of the year in real life)

I was sitting next to my sister on the plane.

The plane started to go down and turn on its side. My first thought was "this is quite a steep turn". Then it got so steep that I knew we were about to crash.
My sister fainted and fell into the middle isle of the plane.

I jumped into the isle, sat down and picked up my sister and put her in my arms. My thought was "If I hold her just right, I can cushion the impact and maybe she'll survive". I pretty much expected to die.

Down the plane went. The farther down it went, the more I adjusted myself to give my sister the best chance, and the more I braced for impact.
The plane pulled up at the last moment and I then knew the impact would not be as bad as I first thought.

CRASH.

Next thing I remember is carrying my sister down a street with hundreds of people running about, and bombs going off.
We were in some sort of Eastern, war-filled country. Sandy streets, sand-coloured buildings.

My mum was running beside me. I was worried about my dad and the rest of the family, but I trusted my dad to deal with that. All I cared about was getting my mum and my unconscious sister to safety.
I looked up and saw a missile come towards us, so I shouted, "This way!" and I turned left and my mum followed. We escaped the missile.

- - -

So I took a nap and as I fell asleep I tried to focus my thoughts on my favorite TV show, Avatar: The Last Airbender, to get a related dream. Most of the environment and clothing, etc. was typical to that of the Earth Kingdom in the cartoon. The whole dream felt like a weird, semi lucid state, where I kind of knew I was dreaming but it never really crossed my mind.

I woke up in a small room with a bed, a hole in the wall for a window, a closet, and a mirror. I went to the closet and put on a green skirt and a white top. I found some green flats as well, they were really simple looking shoes but they had no laces. I looked in the mirror and saw myself, I was a lot shorter than I am in waking life and I was a darker-skinned asian. I started doing my hair when I heard my mom: "Misun, I made breakfast!"

That was my name in the dream. "Coming!" I called back as I did my hair and put on eyeliner. When I was finished I went out into the dining room. We must have been relatively poor, our house appeared to be made of clay or something, and there was little furniture, just a small table with some chairs. I saw my family. There was a lady and a younger girl, the lady was my mom in the dream and the girl was my younger sister. Both were similar looking to me, but mainly different in age. My sister's skin was a lighter shade than mine.

I sat down and ate toast. After I took a bite, my mother started talking to me while she washed dishes in the kitchen using a faucet and bucket. "Misun, I need you to pick up some milk on your way home from school today" (I must have been high school aged and I think my sister was probably a couple years younger than me).

"Alright, I can do that." I replied. My sister made a silly face at me and I smiled at her. After we finished breakfast my sister put on a backpack and I picked up a shoulder bag thing and carried it like a purse. It had a couple books and supplies in it. We said goodbye to our mom and left the house. Most of the houses outside looked pretty similar to our house and the street was smooth stone, about 8 feet wide. My sister and I talked about a lot of things while we walked to school together. Among the things we talked about, I remember talking about schoolwork and cooking. "Can you help me cook fried rice this afternoon? I want to learn how."

"Sure.", I told her.

"Oh, and some of my friends want to play 축구 on lunch break today. Do you want to play?" (축구 is the Korean word for soccer)

"Yeah, that sounds like fun." I said. As we approached the school we entered a gate with the earth kingdom symbol overhead, a circle with a square cut out of the middle. I parted ways with my sister as we entered different doors to the school. I walked to a locker and opened it, putting some of the books in my locker. Someone approached from behind and I turned around. It was a tall guy with dark hair smiling at me. I must have known him within the context of the dream's story because I didn't think it was weird at all. "Hey Misun, do you want to go eat at the dancing dragon tonight?"

"Sorry, I'm teaching my sister to cook tonight," I told him, "but thanks for inviting me." I closed my locker and went to my classroom.

When in my classroom the teacher handed out scrolls to each of us. This is the only part where I have evidence for the dream possibly being lucid, because I remembered that people speak English and write Chinese characters in the world of Avatar, and I was excited because I remembered talking with DawnEye11 about reading foreign language in dreams. The teacher started talking but it was kind of like a charlie brown cartoon where I didn't pay attention to a single word she said. I opened the scroll and found it was written in Chinese, just as I expected. Most of it was unrecognizable to me, and was probably fake Chinese since I can't read many of the characters, but I read two characters that I did recognize,中國, which I read as 중국 which means China. Funny, I always connected Earth Kingdom culture and symbolism with that of China.

After class we went outside for a break. I found my sister and we started playing that earthbending soccer game you see in the cartoon. So my sister and I and another earthbending girl played against these three boys. I have earthbended in dreams before, so the motions and the feeling of force came pretty naturally to me. It is one of my favorite things to do in dreams. It's like a whole new skillset to learn that is not even possible in reality. (although you technically could learn the martial art it's based on). We only scored once, and high fived each other, before either the dream ended or my memory faded, not sure which one.

Created Friday 13 April 2018

One serendipitous LD to note, along with a fragment.

Scrap Group 1
Something about Fire Emblem?

At a beachside hotel lobby. This eventually transitions to below somehow.

Dream 1 - FWILD-I-DILD False Wake Induced Lucid Dream Induced Dream Induced Lucid Dream

Scene 1 - WILD Argument
The visuals were a bit dim. I was in a narrow dining room occupied almost entirely by seats and a very long table, the place barely lit for visibility. Many extended family members were there. This event was hosted by an unknown African descended lady, a gaudy woman with a raised, straightened hairstyle and wearing a decorated blazer.

Soon, the event was interrupted by the woman's mother and sister (the latter of whom appeared like mom's boss, Theresa). The former made scathing comments to her daughter, especially about some posters of models lined around the walls. After a bit of arguing, the hostess ran away in tears.

Concurrently, I started dozing off. In fact, I was attempting a WILD. REM soon triggered while my eyes were opened. My cousin, Lillian, noticed this, finding my actions both creepy and humorous. At the same time, the above-mentioned irate woman tried roping me into a her rant. I ignored both. Transition.

Scene 2 - False WILD, True LD
The visuals were much brighter. I was in a the upper suite of a beachside hotel, so noted by the view of a pebbly shore below. A clear dawn sky reflected vibrantly upon the calm waves.

Dad showed up to speak of mundane matters. I ignored him in favor of enjoying the outdoors. So, I opened the window, and leaped down to a white sidewalk. It was a rough landing, but I made it intact. Things destabilized briefly. Nothing some hand rubbing couldn't fix. I stared at the horizon, watching sloops pass by in the distance, all while thinking of something to do. Drawing a blank, I settled on practicing control. I floated closely over the water, starting slow, then jetting further ahead. Eventually, I arrived near a bay occupied with many hotel towers. While still flying, I tried warping back to the beginning, only to teleport on a collision course towards the above-mentioned buidlings. Comedic cartoon violence ensues. Cue warp.

Scene 3 - Tiny Silent Stroll
The visuals were a bit dim. I was outside in a city area during a calm night. Classical music echoed throughout the dream, but it was otherwise silent.

I floated up the steps of a nearby building, when I was suddenly shrunken down to about an inch high. Fine by me. Anyway, inside was a vast, ornate lobby. Red carpeting lined the floor, while various kinds of fountains were built near the walls, all of which accentuated a crystal glass statue in the center. Neon Chinese text flashed on some pillars. Guess this place was an earery.

There was no attendant in sight, so I made my way towards the lounge. Two African-descended women were there deep in conversation. Placed on a table in front of them was a polyhedral bowl filled with Dorito's. I helped myself to one, which, given my size, was awkward to grip, but otherwise no trouble to lift (and chomp!). I then tried getting the attention of both women, even by fluttering past their faces, but they were too involved with their gossip to notice.

Across the room was another waiting area. A lone woman, light skinned and with short blonde hair, was over there reading something. When I flew to that area, I willfully projected my view to a top angle, so as to better compare my size. It seemed I grew a bit, probably to the size of a hand. Anyway, I soon realigned my sight. After that, I waved the chip over my head to get the woman's attention. She eventually noticed me, seeming startled at first, then feigning composure. I initiated some chit-chat, but as mentioned, I couldn't really hear anything. Still, she seemed to have an amicable response, and even allowed me to stand on her palm.

Things destabilized, then collapsed shortly after.

Round 1 of Dreams

I woke up from my first round of sleep pretty groggy. It seemed like I dreamed a lot.

Webs

I walked across this bridge. It was day time. Then I was walking through this woods kind of place. I kept walking into spider webs. I remember really freaking out. I walked into one, and then as I ran the other way, I ran into another. They were little webs but right at eye level. I remember frantically brushing my hair to try to get any spiders off me. I remember it feeling very vivid. I definitely thought it was the physical world.

Cornered

I remember feeling really trapped. I couldn’t get between any trees because I would have to walk through another spider web. But there were no sticks on the ground to make myself a path. I thought of calling someone to bring a stick and help me out. The feeling or emotion of it was very intense. I felt really trapped and scared. Almost like claustrophobia.
<Personal Info>Wrist

There was something about someone saying to put a rock on your wrist. But when they demonstrated it, they had it more up the palm of their hand. It had to do with <Personal Info>

Camping

There was a part with a Dog at a camp ground. We all had camp sites. Someone was saying how <Personal Info> would smoke early in the morning, and then everyone near by would have to smell it. Also, the dog would go towards the smoke, or noise, if there was noise. I wonder if these were Non REM dreams or REM dreams. So we had to hold the dog in place so it didn’t go anywhere dangerous.

<Personal Info>

My friends Dad was in this one part. I was scrolling through my web site for a service I offered in the dream context. My friends Dad was asking when I wanted to get together. Wednesday or Saturday? I said those days worked for me but that’s when <Personal Info>would be away. I had the sense of charging him for my visit. But then I felt bad about it because he was my friend. But then I realized I charged him 300 dollars, (in the dream context), for wedding services. Plus, I needed the money, (in the dream context). It was some kind of audio service I provided.

Bodybuilders

One scene had all these bodybuilders flexing. They were doing lat spreads and tricep poses and all sorts of bodybuilding poses. <Personal Info>It looked like they were getting ready to all have a bodybuilding competition. One bodybuilder near the kitchen got a big bulging balloon thing coming out of his chest. The other bodybuilders were being mean to him about it.

Frieza
<Personal Info>

There was also a seemingly related part in which Frieza was fighting a Saiyan type of character. The Saiyan blocked with his knee. It seemed like the fighters had separated to prepare for continued fighting in a more formal way.

Ritual

I was talking to <Personal Info> about setting up some kind of ritual. Well, the dream did something really “trippy”. I remember being with other people in the dream and then something really “trippy” happened. (I really wanted to remember what exactly the “trippy” thing was upon awakening but could not recover the detail.) After that, <Personal Info> wanted to do more “tripping”.

We had this book to use for a ritual. He wanted to lay down and have me administer several doses of psychedelics to him over the course of time, while he didn’t move.

Data

There was a format to some information we had to fill out. “something slash something slash something”. The “somethings” were Something and not just “something”. For the first column, I wanted to write, in parenthesis, “Not something too strict.” I remember being in the <Personal Info>school bus drive way. I also wrote that “My Psychedelic trip is abandonment”, referring to the various internal chemicals released when I experience feelings of abandonment. Also that I didn’t need drugs because I have cool dreams.

Orbs

So he was set up on this table with orbs around it. From a top down perspective I saw an orb at the head and foot of the table. The rest of the orbs were along the right side. Eight orbs in total, with various designs. I had to center the orb at one end of the table. I still wasn’t planning on actually administering drugs to him though. There was a window.

Resentment

<Personal Info> or the dream itself said something like, resentment needs to be cultivated in order to feed a certain spirit. And it mentioned the words “Satan” and “God”.

<Personal Info>
Round 2 of Dreams

<Personal Info>
<Personal Info>

Class

I was in <Personal Info>class. I walked in while it was going on. Also something about an Italian teacher or history lesson. But this class was apparently an Lucid, Dream discussion group! <Personal Info> asked the class who would like to discuss Lucid, Dreaming next. There were a lot of students. Everyone raised their hand. The teacher picked me to go after the next person. I asked if I could wait and just listen for a little while since I just got there. I had so much to say about Lucid, Dreaming. My own experiences as well as tutorial kind of stuff or philosophizing. But I wasn’t sure where to start. I felt like I had something to offer the group though.

Pacing

I remember walking up and down a hall way, thinking of what to say about Lucid, Dreaming. I walked one way and all the doors were open. When I turned around it was like someone had shut them behind me. But I could easily open them when I walked back that way. Some part of it was muxed with a shore line of a beach. A man had a giant float or dock thing. Was there a boat?

Convertible

Okay so then I was in the back seat of a convertible. Two women were in the back seat with me and then my friend <Personal Info> was driving. I asked him if I should just climb to the front, in case he wanted me to go around. So he said it was okay to climb. I remember the seats were black with white lacing. We were going out to eat, but I didn’t have my tooth brush. I imagined this would be uncomfortable when I went to put my retainer in later but I would have to make it work. Maybe I could buy a tooth brush while we were out.

Battery

I had an electronic device, like a music player. I panicked when I saw how low on battery it had gotten. I was looking for a Samsung charger. I remember looking at the shape of it to see if it would go in. The wire was in black casing.

Sleep

I dreamed that I was laying in bed. Someone had been saying something about sleep. And that there would be no point in using a drug, because that would just bring them down. So, I was laying there in a bed, in the dark. It was oriented differently than my physical bed. I heard my Dad showering in the upstairs shower. I figured I would have to use the downstairs shower at the same time and hope there was enough hot water for both. Then a little alarm started to go off. It was saying, “It’s 5:45! It’s 5:45!” I don’t think it was 5:45 in waking life. But I was like, “Wait, I didn’t set an alarm.” And I became aware it was a dream. <Personal Info>I was only lucid for a brief time, then forgot it was a dream. But so I laid there and looked at my phone. It was a thinner phone than usual. I could tell the menus weren’t the same. This phone had a drop down menu like my computer. I knew if the phone alarm went off again, it was definitely a dream. And it did. It said, “It’s 5:53! It’s 5:53!”

Listening

One of the apps that came up was a dual screen app on a live stream. It looked like a Nintendo D S screen. The guy was talking about how he would read to everyone. And he was soliciting donations. I had a hard time figuring out how to close it. The colors were bright and vivid. I remember the color green. I think the kid had like a brown afro. I think the app was called Deep Listening.

Sleep Paralysis

As I laid there in the dream bed, I was afraid I would get sleep paralysis. I was hearing some voices too. But this was actually within a dream already.
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I decided to get up and look around or walk around. At this point I had forgotten it was a dream. I heard <Personal Info> talking about how he hadn’t gotten enough sleep. And that’s just how he lived. He was making a song in a high pitched singing voice, saying that he was “delusional” and “confusional”. I was surprised because that didn’t seem like his usual personality. But as I walked on, I realized that it would be good to get to know people one grade below me and one grade above me. This would give me a full sense of all the range of everyones personalities.

Rice

I got to a cafeteria where <Personal Info> was hurrying to get ready for the day. He was rushing to cook some white rice with pink beans mixed in. Also there was some brown sugar syrup added to it. He had it in a big pot, stirring it. He asked me if it was cooked enough. I wanted to say, “You should really cook it all the way. If you have any doubt as to its done ness, then cook it more, or else you won’t digest it.” But I held back because I don’t think he would listen due to being in such a rush. He wanted to make some kind of pancakes out of it. He kept taking big bites of it as he cooked it, and spilling everywhere.

Bean

<Personal Info> came in and asked for some food. <Personal Info>gave her a giant pink bean that was enough food for one person in itself. The cafeteria shelf things were silver.

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Notes

I had a dream of trying to record all those dreams. Then I woke up surprised I didn’t really record them. <Personal Info>Round 3 of Dreams

I had one short dream of trying to push a recliner chair up the stairs. I wasn’t really able to. Someone else was there in the living room. They were making fun of me for not being able to move it up the stairs. And it seemed easy for them to move it. So I acted out a spectacle of having exaggerated difficulty as a joke.

I remembered the phrase, “Dreaming isn’t just about being strength,” or “dreaming isn’t just about needing strength,” Something like that. I’m not sure why I woke up from such a short dream. But I just went back to sleep.

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Round 4 of Dreams

This was a really long and interesting dream. Just as an overall synopsis, I dreamed that I was in a crazy car ride, and the next thing I knew, in some vivid, hyper realistic location. I instantly knew the new place was a dream, but even within that dream, I still thought the car ride had been waking life. Interesting effect. It made me wonder if I had been in a car accident and died, or if I was now on morphine in the hospital. So now I will tell the full story.

Shop

First my sister and I were in my Dad’s shop. We had left the house around 10 A M and would be out until around 5 P M. I’m sure there were more dream details about this whole context.

Someone needed my Dad’s help. It was something with a heat or drill press. But he was a little too busy at the moment.

Car

My sister and I went out to the car to go home. Maybe my sister was drawing. The drivers side and passenger sides were reversed. When I went to open the drivers side door, it was a front compartment ahead of the actual drivers seat, with a handle. I remember looking at it, a little surprised, but I justified the condition.

Our car was covered in little green spots. Like it had been spritzed with green spinach juice. Another car was ahead of us, which had also been spritzed. I justified that as well with dream logic.

Driving

I drove down the road and found the brakes not to be working. “We should really bring this back to the shop for Dad to have a look,” I said. But it had been such a long day, that I just wanted to get home. Every time I went to use the brakes, the car took forever to stop, and I almost hit something. My sister was saying it was stressing her out too much.

I frantically searched for a place to pull over, and found a shoulder.

I remember looking at the E Brake. It was an off white color. I considered using it but was afraid to burn something out. My sister had a steering wheel on her said. Wait, wasn’t I driving? She asked me if she should press a button on the steering wheel to help it stop. I said no that probably wasn’t it.

A white car pulled by us slowly. I thought it was my Dad because it was a white subaru. But my sister didn’t roll down her window. The driver sped up again, and the car was clearly different, because it had a big square back compartment instead of the curved kind of hatch back. I think it was covered in green specks too.

Eventually I pulled out again. I didn’t check before I pulled out, and realized I could have pulled out in front of a car, and got my sister hit. So that was lucky, but, okay, gotta be careful.

Driving on some more, it felt like I was floating up to the ceiling of the car a little. I couldn’t reach the silver brake pedal. Luckily I got to it just in time to not rear end a black car ahead of us with a white thing there.

Traffic

It was 5 P M in the dream, so there was a lot of traffic, and I didn’t know the way home. <Personal Info> suggested there were multiple ways home. <Personal Info> looked really congested with traffic. I got towards the <PERSONAL INFO> and saw an exit sign for Exit 54. And then some more exit signs, but it seemed to jump to Exit 28 or something like that.

Perpendicular

I drove from the service road, across the grass, onto the exit ramp, across the grass, and across the highway, going perpendicular to traffic. I was so scared and had no clue why I was doing it. That was the last thing I remembered, until…

Huh?

The next thing I knew, I was looking at a Goomba, walking along a floor. It was very vivid. There was also a yellow koopa shell like the ones that flash multiple colors. I realized it was a dream, or at least, not Physical Matter Waking Consciousness. But I didn’t know the previous scenes had been a dream. So I wondered what had happened. Did I die? Did I get knocked out, and put on morphine in the hospital? Was my sister okay? I really thought that.

I remember looking around that floor. There were some escalators. I remember some green panels with writing, like a list. I remember looking at it and starting to strain to remember it. Then I was like, “I will just try to enjoy myself. Then I will remember what I remember when the time comes.” I’m not sure if there was anything else upstairs. It seemed there were some missing pieces in my memory.

Pregnant

I walked down some stairs. It seemed like other people were going to a wake down there. There was a platform between the stair cases with 5 people on it. The woman in the middle was wearing light blue. She was small, maybe 4 or 5 feet tall, but had a belly.

I told myself not to ask, in case I was wrong. But I did it. “Hi! Are you pregnant?” “No, I just haven’t been going to the gym,” She replied. Ah! I felt so bad. “Oh, I’m so sorry…” “Just kidding! I’m pregnant!” that was really funny.

She asked me for help. Then I was like, oh, great. They are standing on the steps to solicit donations. But I said yes, I would help, because it seemed no one else would.

The woman gave me a tray of food to bring downstairs. It was to help her market her product. Again, she exceeded my expectations. The food was chocolate covered rice krispy treats, which also contained mac and cheese. They had a box with it that said, “Don’t go to a wake without Mack.” I started to picture the wake downstairs as a place where they had a lot of great food! So I took those downstairs.

Missing Pieces

I forgot some parts between that part and then up until the next part. There was definitely some eventfulness but I had no memory of it. I know I was lucid though. I think I talked with dream figures and had a good experience. But it shows that no matter how cool the Lucid, Dream is its really almost like It never happened if I forgot it.

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Taste

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So then I felt the dream start to fade. I grabbed one of the rice krispy treats and started to eat it. It tasted milky and sweet. The dream almost faded but I made a good save.

Window

I got to this little area with small circular tables. One heavier woman with dark hair was sitting with her back to me. And another woman was at a table to the right. They were watching a T V I think, and talking. I think I ate some more dream food or did something else special. Then I saw a big glass rectangular window along one of the walls. I flew out through it, passing like a ghost through the glass, did a loop, and went back in. The field was full of green grass and it was daytime. The women said, “People always fly through that window.” As if they didn’t understand. <Personal Info>

Evaporate

I noticed they might need help cleaning up the place. So I thought of offering to help. There were some little puddles of water on the blue floor. I used mind power to make them evaporate. That was kind of cool.

Spoon

Then I noticed this little cup of cocoa powder on the cafeteria line that had been there all along. I wanted to eat some. But I wanted a utensil. I considered grabbing some with my fingers, but would rather have had a utensil. So I tried to make one appear using summoning. However, it wouldn’t appear in my hand. I heard the dream tell me something like, “There is no spoon.”

Woman

I still knew it was a dream. I saw a woman nearby. She had dark hair. I told her I was having trouble making a spoon appear. I considered asking her to show me to a dream school but didn’t quite get to it. She started looking a little bit past me, towards where the cocoa was. She was saying how the spoon was on fire now. (Upon awakening, I realized, she must have made a spoon appear, but I didn’t look. I didn’t think, “Wait, what spoon?” Until I woke up.)

It looked like she was looking directly at her magic’s target. In my head, I was thinking, that’s all wrong. She has to do magic behind her. (Maybe she was making a spoon appear for me.)

Story

Then she flipped her hair and suddenly she was wearing a red bathing suit top, with some yellow designs on it. She leaned into one of the cafeteria service stations, with her head beneath the window cover thing. Wanting to be at eye level with her, I also leaned in. She began to tell me a story. I forgot the details of it, but I just made eye contact with her, and listened. A head band appeared on her head with some gold pirate insignias. But she was a good pirate, if anything. I still knew it was a dream. Or at least not Physical Matter Waking Consciousness.

Tears started to come to my eyes. I wanted to stop her and ask, “do you know where we are? Are we dead? Are we going to be here forever?” As soon as I thought that, it was like we both knew, even though she went on talking. It felt like it went without saying.

Ending

Then the dream ended and I was back in my physical bed. Okay, so it was all a dream, after all. It seemed like kind of a sudden ending. I guess I started to take for granted that it would last forever.

Notes

<Personal Info>
I felt amazed at the experience of this dream. But still kind of sad at the parts I forgot.

Round 5 of Dreams

<Personal Info>I didn’t remember any dreams from this round of sleep.

Round 6 of Dreams

I didn’t expect to fall asleep one last time, but I did.

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Neighbors

This is funny because this morning was actually garbage day. I dreamed I was with the neighbors in their drive way. They had this big electric thing they were throwing out. They said it was supposed to become a transformer. It looked fuzzy and black.

Books

I dreamed of someone laying out the Harry Potter books from a stack in the cabinet. They were comparing them to another long series of novels. I remember the first two books seeming accurate. And expecting the last one to be Prisoner of Azkaban. Slytherin and Griffindor may have been mentioned.

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Notes

I almost didn’t realize that had been a dream.

Overall Notes

I tried grading myself as if it were a competition, and got about 47 points. I wanted to get used to the grading system so it would be easier to participate in the next competition. <Personal Info>

Date of Dream: FRI 13 APR - 2018



Dream No. 309 - An Injured Patient

I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was injured by something but I forgot what it was. I think it was due to the fact that Logan from SML was causing metaphorical harm and this manifested in a physical injury. I ended up having to go to hospital and the staff there confirmed that I was in a critical condition. When Logan found out that I was really badly hurt, he came to see me at my bedside. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 309: Competition Results

Competition Night: 12
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: 6.0
Total Accumulated Points: 6.5

Working at a desk, i'm day dreaming then look at all the stuff I have to tidy up. Loads and loads of stickers of dogs Oo. A teacher comes over to me and tells me she knows i'm not needed for assembly as im expecting a phone call from my mother. I wonder what she is talking about. I go to ask her then wonder what day it is and where I should be. There are a load of people standing there so I ask them, but they all look puzzled as none of them know what day it is. I am awoken by the phone ringing.

I couldn't reach something so I used dark powers to get it. This looked quite cool, shadows/black dust swarmed together either side and picked up the object. Very like Valkyrie Cain's Necromancer powers (If you've read any of the skuldugery books).