non-lucid

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

Day 69:

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:40 AM


Dream 72: Cut Finger

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


Dream 73: Falling Deeper Into Sleep

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


Dream 74: Chameleo-guin

This one was a bit random.

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

Then the dream ended.


Day 70:

Nothing much to report.


Day 71:

Fell asleep at: 11:40 PM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 75: Yer Me Best Mates

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

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


Day 72:

Fell asleep at: 12:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 76: Yet another failed RC

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

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

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

Morning of April 22, 2018. Sunday.



I am on the porch of the Loomis Street house in late morning. There is conversation relating to my oldest son. Zsuzsanna is present. I find a narrow cardboard box that is just large enough to hold a human forearm. Inside are two bones, both from human arms, but also deformed, with at least one or two miniature arm bones growing out of the first. This puzzles me, but I realize it is from when our son was being given human remains, as he is a doctor (not in real life) and this relates to his medical training and writing of essays. Apparently, a slow-witted woman had donated her son’s body to medical science after he died.

I go into the house (still the Loomis Street house). Looking out beyond the doorway of what should be the north bedroom is an outdoor setting instead. Our son is sitting near a corner of the house. Two unfamliar young people, male and female, walk about near one other unfamiliar person. Loud heavy metal music is playing. Our son begins to talk to me, but it is not him (though my dream self does not consider this). It is actually Johnny, a close friend from school days, who had said he wanted to be a doctor when he left school.

Eventually, my dream self becomes distracted and RAS mediation more fully kicks in. RAS is rendered as a brown bear that tries to come in from the front door to the porch (thus implying the typical doorway waking symbolism established when I was a toddler over fifty years ago). I am not scared (as I am likely subliminally aware of being asleep as with the majority of my dreams that are not viably lucid). Still, I do not want the brown bear getting into the house. I manage to close the door and keep it closed. (I have no focus on the doorway erroneously open to the outside from the north wall of the dining room.)

From here, I go to the back of the house, where another large brown bear sees me and runs away, just managing to squeeze through the back door, to close it behind him.

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Faux lucidity is implied due to the odd RAS mediation dynamics, though it is usually not related to liminal dream control as it seems to be here. The part with the arm bones was from lying on my arm to where it had become numb.

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The earliest scene I recall was of a group of 4 police officers reporting to a scene of another officer about to jump off a tall building. The officers were all walking with one hand on their belts and the other ready to grab their gun. The officer on the building fell off the building head first and died on impact. It looked like he was forced off instead of jumping by choice.

I then recall the police showing up at my door. The house was actually one I lived in about 6 years ago. It was a trailer home with a storage unit. The officer told me I needed to come with them, as there appears to have been a robbery at our location. Another officer stayed with my family to brief them on the situation. I checked our storage unit and sure enough it was broken in and cleaned out. The cop gave me a firearm and a short safety lesson on how to use it. I already have gone through gun safety before, so he wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know. I get in his car and the dream scene shifts to when we get to the location of the suspected robber. It appears to be a walmart parking lot. The first thing I notice is an ambulance with its siren on and lights shining, pulling away from the store entrance and driving away toward a hospital. The police officer tells be to open the trunk and put on a bullet-proof vest. I oblige, and start putting it on. It feels very heavy. Its a pea green vest that is put on like a button-up shirt. The officer notices a big white van that appears to belong to the robber. We start walking toward it, but it drives away before we get to it. The officer gets all dejected and calls the mission failed. The dream ends as he tells me to hand over the gun as the suspect got away.

I get the feeling that I need to record this interesting dream, so I pull out a recorder and repeat what happened into it. I was dictating the dream in a weird middle eastern accent, meanwhile my mother gave me some reading material on lucid dreaming to check out. I wasn't interested in what she gave me as it was more related to dream interpretation. (This whole section is closely related to my waking life. I just bought 4 lucid dreaming books and this is the first night I have decided to record my dreams first on a voice recorder.)

I recall another dream involving a comedian who looked like Morgan Freeman, but sounded like someone completely different. I wish I could recall the voice to say who it sounded like, but that is something that will remain a mystery it seems. He first told a story of a man who was covered in thick reddish-brown hair. It was like an animal with its rough texture. I dunno what point he was trying to make, but he segwayed it into how we need to be more loving and tolerant toward those who look and sound different to us.

I already have everything on my voice recorder. But I decided I would try to write all the dreams I could off the top of my head in the morning too, just to test my memory.

In my first round of dreams there was something about my Uncle mixing butter and Au Jus in a frying pan. Asking me if he was doing it right.

The second round of dreams. Well, it is hard to remember at this point what was from each round of dreams. I recorded dreams 6 or 7 times. There were a few more micro awakenings than usual.

In one set of dreams I was fighting my Uncle. Well, good thing I recorded everything on a voice recorder through the night. I guess by morning my memory isn't that great!

I had a dream of being in a class. I drew something really cool on a chalk board that dissappeared from a certain angle. Also I colored all over my notes and got in trouble. I just put random words but tried to draw the way it looked when I colored all over my paper:

(not the actual words from the dream)



I had a few dreams at a pizzeria. I remember in one dream I gave some friends a ride to their house. Then my friend's older cousin was in the road and he got into my car. I gave him a ride too. He asked if I minded that he smoked. I said I couldn't smell it so I didn't care. He took a plastic bag of apples with him that he said were his. I looked on the seat and there was a cigarette butt. I felt really embarassed because it wasn't mine but I thought he thought it was mine. I didn't get lucid from the cigarette butt dream sign. THERE WOULD NEVER BE A CIGARETTE BUTT IN MY CAR!!! And there was also a bottle of pee in my car and I was embarassed about that too.

Then I saw 3 females and offered them a ride. One's name, I remembered. The other, I actually didn't remember, and felt bad. She said it was something with an S. I think I gave them a ride somewhere, too. It was on the main road near where I live.

Before that I think I was in a gym.

In one of my dreams at a pizzeria, I went in there because my sister needed soap. My Nana and AUnt were there and I was surprised to see them. I started to walk out the other door and I saw cigarette smoke floating up from a guy's hand. I pushed the smoke at him and ran the other way. There was no smell but I didn't catch the dream sign. On the way out, I was still mad, so I yelled, STOP SMOKING. Then the guy chased me. Then it shifted to where there were lots of guys in camoflauge and neon yellow jump suits around. I guess protecting the place, from me, or from him, not sure.



Then I dreamed I was driving around doing my taxes. It was the sixteenth and they were due on the seventeeth. In waking life, I did my taxes earlier in April. In the dream the tax service wanted to charge me 29.99 and I declined.

Then I got to a pizzeria again. This time I was writing a story on a big lap desk that was surprisingly light in weight.

My Nana told me that she always thought I was negative for complaining about cigarette smoke. But now she understands how positive it is, to point out the negativity of the smoke. I was falling asleep, with my head down, but I said I was listening.

Then I realized my Dad was leaving. I got up to go after him. He was making a burrito but all the rice and beans were falling out the other end. A giant pile of rice and beans had accumulate on the floor behind him. oops!

Something with a production anomale creating spiky forks, and Santa claus appearing at the door.

The pizzeria dreams were at R's Pizzeria.

Oh yeah in an earlier dream I lived in an intentional community. There was a feeling that the people there were emotionally healthy and it was easy to talk to them about feelings. I was amazed at how I've tried to recover for so many years but being in a community of other people trying to recover at all times really made a difference.

In my final dream, I got a lucid moment on a dock. I think I was looking at the sky, and something seemed dream like. So I flew up and tried to grab a branch. Then I realized I was really straining, and just relaxed. I closed my eyes and felt myself float down.

Then I was in this place where they were doing an experiment with some people. It was pretty humane, not like some mad scientists or anything. It involved testing different stimuli on the body and it wasn't painful. I remember the blue lined graph with "W-1" next to one wave form and "W-4" next to another, on a black screen.



Then I dreamed I was in the lobby corridor thing, greeting everyone on their way out. At first I was confused why I was there. But then I became lucid and my reaction was to just blend in. So I acted like I worked there, and greeted everyone leaving.

Then when they left I walked in and asked someone, "Hey, do I still work here?" They said yes. I preceded to have some work conversations with other dream figures. I looked down at my shirt and it was similar to theirs. One guy had a big blue hair net on his afro that seemed to grow as we spoke. His four front teeth were missing but I didn't point it out. We talked about the job. I tried to casually explain away how I could have been unsure that I worked there.



Then I had one more dream scene of these red guys in shoulder pads like Saiyan shoulder pads. With pony tails. Jumping 6 feet high to catch basket balls. And landing near a puddle. I think I still was vaguely lucid as a carry over from the previous dream.



Drawing in MS Paint was a lot of fun. I have surrendered my drive to type EVERY DETAIL from my voice recorder because it just isn't humanly possible! But, this was very doable today, and I think it helps exercise my dream memory a little extra. The only thing is, I am motivated now, but I'm aware I could get frustrated again or lose motivation any time. So hopefully I can stay consistent this time instead.

Note: If you are part of DawnEye11's group, avoid reading this entry unless you feel like there may be something that meshes with your own experience.

This was not a lucid dream, but rather semi-lucid.



I am walking about outdoors and see oriental structures at a distance. I wonder if it's Gyeongbokgung Palace from the Shared Dream Experiment. Approach close to it. I see some people pulling in some sort of cart. I slowly walk inside an archway . I see what appears to be couple of guards with swords approach the cart. They walk along side it. These guards wore colorful clothing. I'm actually not sure if they had swords alone. Some seemed to be spear and maybe bows. I'm not sure. It's a bit fragmented. I believe there animals at a distance. Cats or dogs, I'm not sure. I decide to back out at this point thinking "what if it's not a dream?".

Im at Dusty Depot, its a place with 3 hangars and we live in the first one. Its a sunny day and were doibg our daily stuff.

In the past I transformed my brother into a sea dragon and thats where he lives now.

One day I decide to go to the 3rd hangar. Its the hangar where the king lives. When I enter they imediatly grab me and put ly on one of the 5 poles. Its a game where we all die eventually so after a certaint amount of tile I run and jumo into the water thats surrounding the Dusty Depot like it was an island.

I land in the water and I cant breath even though it a dream. I go back up to get some air and swim away underwater. When underwater I meet my long lost brother sea dragon and right before he kills me he recognizes me and throws me around a bit with that laugh.

I come back home but Im on the wanted list now, they want to make a hole in ly nose to put solething trougj and I dont want that. So when the king comes to inspect I kill him and get some good loot from him.

We dress as the king and his servant and go to depot 3. We enter and theyre all reliefed their king is back, I go to the back and play some games but I go to far and they want to kill me again since Im not allowed in that area.

Try number 2, we kill the king fuhrer abd I get amazing loot. When I want to go to depot 3 they already set up an army and arent stopping so I try to kill some buts its oike an army of eggs with shields all around and spears.

I use the kings staff and "the storm" comes from all sides and erases the army. end

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Part 1:
Normal day, Im in the very nice virtual reality game where everything looks amazing, its in an apartment with other people and you can hold everything, the physics just work.

The game is called game of the unknow or something and I keep telling the other guys how good everything looks for a vr game and they keep telling me to shut my mouth. When I look to the left I can see the window in the real world and every now and then someone cycles by.

Back in the game, I dont know what the game is about but Ill find out soon enough. I grab some cash and it just looks so real and physics amazing.

I enter some more rooms and from now there are mannequins in every room some even holding knives. And
After a couple more rooms I understood the game. And it happened. The mannequins turned into people and started attacking I quickly evaded a knife strike, took the knife and stabbed someone then took a knife from someones throat and got an axe by killing another.

Its now 1v1 Im up against this giant dude with an axe attached to a knife. I keep blocking the strikes with my axe but keep getting pushed further in a kitchen where a teammate stabs him from behind,.

Part 2:
We take the run. We get in a car and drive away. Were safe after a while of driving and everyones calm and Im asking myself some things about lucid dreaming and CLICK, I realise Im in a dream. I fly out of the car and over the mountains like really just feeling the wind on my body amazing. It was morelike really far big jumps at first. After a while I came to a farm, some mix between zoo and farm and japanese. I ly on this porch and enjoy the evening and wanted to see the sunset.
Part 3:
I look to the left again again and see theres little girls running around. I take of my headset and Im moved 5 meters from where I started the vr. Its eve again and it seems to be christmass.

I go outside and see theres a christmass place with statues of jezus and stuff next to my house. And everyone was having fun. It was snowing aswell.

The girls seemed to know me but I didnt know them and they took me somewhere in the back with a small ladder in a small room where they asked me to go trough a door to go to "The circel" but I refused because they had this look that wanted to lock me up.

When I went back out there was a girl discussing with me about making a language by using only 4 letters in each word.p

Part 4:
Im back home all of a sudden but I dont notice. Theres some girls from my class and some cousins theres at my computer theyre watching anime and discussing some things about a ceetaint video.
Part 5:
Im in the mall looking for some products and theres thid black girl I asked to show me something. She said I couldnt buy it tho so I wanted to steal it. I put it in my pocket and she guided me out till at roght at the entrance she asked to give it back and I ran.

The mall was ontop of a hill in the alpe and I started gliding on my shoes like skiis and there was this guy from the mall chasing me. We did some jumps and I landed on his back. It was some sort of game and a voice said combo or something. Then a big wooden plate came under us and we skiid on that too.

Part 6 ("continues" part 4)
Im in this room that with 1 big table and some chairs. Theres this older guy and a teen. Im with the girls from back home and the older guy asks me to sit down. He gives me a plate and chops some chicken and gives it to me with some sauce. The girl said she had something to tell. She said she was the girl from the video and showed us the clip. "My" girls went crazy.

Part 7:
I wake up and have that amazing feeling after an amazing dream so I go on my phone and tell hormoz about my amazing dream.

End:
I wake up amazed that that last bit was a false awakening and enhanced the feeling of the amazing dream.
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Date of Dream: SAT 21 APR - 2018



Dream No. 314 - Separated Sections

Dream 314 A - A Disneyland Graduation
I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I can remember, it was night time and I was in this unknown but inviting accommodation park. I was walking around, even though the sky was pitch black at night, all the paths were lit up with wooden torches placed to the side in an even sequence. I didn't mind walking around for some time but soon, I was actually getting worried about where I was going and the feeling of being lost was growing. To me, this place now felt like a never ending maze.

Eventually, I see WB in the distance and I get all excited. I yelled out, “WB!” and ran up to her as fast as I could. I hugged her really hard and I thought to myself, “why isn't she complaining?”. In-fact, she was actually pleasantly smiling as she hugged me tightly back for the same amount of time. It was when I felt her tight hug and saw the life in her that I realised I was fooled and that this was actually Dreamy WB... I have forgotten her complete appearance though. All I know is that her hair was out as a full afro and she was wearing some make-up.

She then physically gestured for me to follow her and that's when the dream scene changed. I was now in the driveway of my house at dusk time, talking to my brother. He said something about when he finished his university degree; that he and his friends would have a party at Disneyland. I asked him if I was invited and he said yes. He said though that we would have a gathering at our house three months before going.

I figured that this was the Disneyland over in America and what my brother said is that we were actually walking there! My brother told me he preferred walking rather than going on a plane because the walk was bound to have some amazing sights. As he said that, the dream projected two silhouettes walking in some sort of animated slideshow. The dream ended there.

Dream 314 B - Aunty Knows All
I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was at my current house, in the front room. My mum was doing something to me which I forgot her exact actions at the start. What I do know is that we were expecting my aunty to come down for a visit and my mum and I were talking about it. I then start to recall that my mum was actually torturing me in some minor way but once again, the specifics are forgotten.

I tried asking my mum to stop but she didn't do anything and so that's when I resorted to calling for Dreamy WB. I tried a few different methods in this dream. At first, I thought I shouldn't let my mum know who it is that I'm asking for but after a while, I didn't care what happened and so just went by the usual ways. So as I was looking out the window, waiting for my aunty, I call out “Dreamy WB! My mum's not letting me zap the belt in!”.

For a while, I thought nothing was happening as there was no active response from Dreamy WB. Eventually though, my aunty did turn up in a silver car and hopped out of it. When my mum greeted her, she didn't look too pleased... It's like she knew what my mum was doing to me before. Then when heading up the stairs, my aunty looked even less pleased and somewhat angry; it felt like Dreamy WB was expressing her displeasure through my aunty. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream Trophies Achieved:
- I Thought You Didn't Like Me (Confuse Dreamy WB for WB)



Dream 314: Competition Results

314 A
Competition Night: 20
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

314 B
Competition Night: 20
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: 2.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 10.5
Total Accumulated Points: 12.5

Morning of April 21, 2018. Saturday.



In my dream, I am in the lounge room of the Stadcor Street house in Wavell Heights. It seems to be morning. I am near where the faux fireplace was in reality, though a two-tiered wooden shelf that covers this area of the wall replaces it. Additionally, it vaguely has an association with the chest in the lounge room of our present address, though does not physically resemble it.

I notice some VHS tapes on one shelf, but I soon notice an original (three by three) Rubik’s Cube. To its right is a smaller one. I pick up the smaller one to look at it. Even though it was also a three by three, it is now a three by six.

At this point, the preconscious is rendered to my right (the usual waking autosymbolism orientation). He is an unfamiliar light-haired male of about twenty. He seems cheerful and I do not see him as an intruder.

From here, I start to move parts of the Rubik’s Cube. The rendering is not physically possible. That is, there are mostly one by six rows that turn about fully without causing the cube to fall apart. Additionally, I impossibly turn the three by one rows and it all stays together. I make about four turns prior to waking.

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To explain this dream, a common RAS mediation factor of the dream state is: Thinking Skills Correlation (Consciousness Initiation), which is what this dream is. I am focused on a Rubik’s Cube (which relates to the thinking skills that the non-lucid dream self cannot possess, as unconscious access is not viable in the non-lucid dream state).

The preconscious is cheerful as I am subliminally aware of the dreaming and waking process and I do not contest it. The emergent consciousness factor, not fully correlated while still in the dream state, is the illusory (impossible) Rubik’s Cube.

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Date of Dream: FRI 20 APR - 2018



Dream No. 313 - Anticipating The Athletics Carnival

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was planning to visit my high-school at their athletics carnival... This is both true for real life as well as in this dream. Based on the dream plot; I was flying to the event rather than driving. The athletics carnival was at this sporting complex which was surrounded by all this wire-cage fencing like that you would see surrounding tennis courts.

The entrance was difficult to find because it was surrounded by so many of these fences but I eventually found a way in and spoke to a few of the teachers. Some teachers I remember speaking to in the dream were Mr. H and Ms. Au. All the girls were not in casual but were rather in plain-coloured polo t-shirts and the colour they wore depended on what house they were in, out of red, blue, yellow and green.

I tried to find my own way around the premises a bit and I eventually came across LB but I forgot specifically where I met her; I think it was outside the complex. Where we were now looked more like the grounds of inside a school and their undercover walkways. I remember that I was going to get LB back to the rest of the school at the athletics complex. Once again, I flew, and this time, I strapped her onto me with my arms, securing her to the front of my body.

In dreams, I always see her as vulnerable and so I made sure to protect her from harms way as I flew her back; although she was secured, she was also raised forward slightly and so her head was exposed. This part of the dream played like some obstacle course level in a game. Sometimes, the dream would make us go up towards the roof of the walkway and so I would hover my hand over LB's head so it would provide a barrier between her skull and the roof, protecting her skull from potentially being cracked open due to a nasty impact.

The second obstacle was if the dream forced us to the ground; then I would have to quickly put my hand under LB's chin to prevent it from being severely grazed by the rough concrete. This section of the dream lasted for a while, with alternating heights to test us. After that, I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 313: Competition Results

Competition Night: 19
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: 1.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 9.5
Total Accumulated Points: 10.5

On holiday, the travel rep offers us three trips with accommodation for the nights included. We find out that they are charging us 1000 Euro more than if we booked it independently. Also that the night accommodation is in fact that they hang ropes from trees for us to dangle from barely safe from the local wildlife.
We find this out the first night when as dusk descends we are swarmed by mosquitoes.
Back at our hotel, a large guy tells us how you can avoid being affected from mosquito bites if you have the right mindset and that it is only if you get annoyed/react that your body will then respond giving you swellings.

At a house I am deciding where to move walls/reposition doors to make more space. This dream is calm and peaceful compared with the previous one

I had a funny dream about being at a big lucid dreaming party at a school.
First I was in an auditorium. I said I don't write full names in my dream journal and someone got mad. I left and went into another room.
It was a workshop on flying in lucid dreams. I told the person next to me this was so funny because I was just saying how I wanted a flight school in a dream. However, I thought I was in waking life! I didn't know it WAS a dream. There was a context of being late for lunch, so I couldn't stay for the whole class. Everyone had funny note packets.

Then I left there and when I went back in, it was like a high school dance, only for lucid dreamers. I was excited to talk to other lucid dreamers. However, again, I didn't know it was a dream at the time! I thought it was waking life.

I saw some friends from waking life and talked to them. Most people had punch.

I dived into this giant hole in the ground to show everyone I could fly out. But I didn't know it was a dream. Then it showed Piccolo sliding down the hole after me. It had become a volcano.

I put all my other dreams on a voice recorder. I got a good number of dreams on there. Maybe I will turn it into a daily dream pod cast one day.

Created Thursday 19 April 2018

Dream 1 - X and the Demon Hospital

The visuals were dim and blurred, but clarify over time. I falsely awaken in bed. Somehow, I was already aware. I roll off the bed, only to awaken. DEILD back in. This repeats three times before I'm fully anchored to the dream.

I float outside the house to a much different environment. In place of my neighborhood was the wide cement courtyard and walkways of a building complex. Circular steps lead to a ditch below, of which contained a large fountain. It was a somewhat busy night, given the number of passerby's around.

On a whim, I charged energy as per Megaman X, from which I could shoot out X-Busters through right-handed punches. Then, I tried imagining my being clad in his upgraded armor, but only got his base equipment. Still, not bad. In any case, I could now shoot projectiles with each of my hands, and with far more explosive charges to boot. This trial run was soon cut short by a swarm of hostile bystanders, no doubt angry over my recklessness. I wasn't planning on hurting anyone (purposefully, anyway), so I fled to a nearby building.

Now, I was in a hospital, rushing from the lobby and into the furthest room in the most apparent hallway. On a desk, I found reports of a nefarious plot. Turned out the people there were in pursuit of something called a 'death formula'. This research partially involved binding demons as unwilling subjects. The "Big Pharma Conspiracy" ain't got nothin' on this!

Suddenly, a number of guards burst into the scene. I managed to hide under the table in the nick of time. Just as quickly as they arrived, they'd left. From what I gathered, some other (non-medical) alert had the staff preoccupied, forcing a lockdown to the facility. Curious, I snuck around to find out more.

Eventually, while searching a conference room, I was forced to hide under a table, lest some passing guards spotted me. That's when I saw one of the demons, or rather, a demoness, a statuesque woman with gleaming obsidian skin. It seemed these demons were invisible to most people, given the lack of reaction from the guards at the present one. The spirit approached one of the men, then literally paralyzed him through an an affectionate kiss. That was a good time as any to run.

Lost lucidity after that. Things get unclear. There was something about playing an RTS with a supposedly underpowered cave-man faction. Then, something of my getting in a dialogue with an unnaturally intelligent little girl on the topic of hereditary traits, and their effects on an individual's place in society. Don't recall anything else until the dream ended.

Scrap Group 1
Watching a Halloween episode of the Simpsons. Homer, Carl, and Moe were being chased around by a pack of ghouls, one of which looked very similar to Moe himself. When cornered, the ghouls revealed that they were simply going to offer some gourmet food. After everyone ate, the monsters noted having fattening the men up for a real meal. Cue horrified screams while fading to black.

I had some cool dreams. One was of a snake or serpent with a rhinocerous nose who came up to me and then looked at me and swam away. It was black and had thick rhino skin and a rhino horn.



I also dreamed of someone sky diving on a skate board holding a nerf gun for a really long drop.

And filling a 500 story elevator shaft with water and trying to swim up it. But then in the middle I starter running out of air (not lucid) and tried to swim back down. Then I went out the wrong door and got in trouble. They said I would have to do community service next time I was in town.

Bunch of other dreams on my voice recorder. Oh I had one LD where I had the sense of being back in my previous dream with a chance to "do it over" but when I woke up I thought about it and it wasn't the same dream.

And Android 17 was going to be my coach but then I let his bird get away by mistake and he put on a helmet and said he would have to charge me 15 dollars now.

Morning of April 19, 2018. Thursday.



In my dream, I find myself standing near the center of the southwest bedroom of the Loomis Street house, facing north (toward the kitchen). It seems to be morning. My father, appearing as he was in the 1960s, comes into the room. I seem to be in the process of moving a few things around. I am also facing “my” bed, which is oriented along the north wall, west (head) to east. His presence annoys me, so I rudely ask, “What do you want?” He does not become angry or visibly annoyed but walks off into another room. I eventually see that he is going down the hallway into the bathroom.

It turns out that he had wanted to know where a band-aid was, as his right upper lip was injured. However, when I see him walking around in the kitchen, I do not discern any blood. It seems my mother might know where a band-aid is (though I do not see her at any point), so I go back to “my” room. My dream fades without incident.

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Rule: Beds and other obvious first-level dream state indicators occur in at least one dream per sleep cycle. I do not technically typify this as autosymbolism, as it is a literal subliminal awareness of being asleep.

Detail: I find myself standing on the right side of a single bed in a fictitious location at the beginning of my dream.

Rule: A dream’s setting, either lucid or non-lucid, cannot match a real setting. The obvious neurological reason is to prevent false memories and erroneous associations with current waking life.

Detail: The main setting of this dream is the Loomis Street southwest bedroom (Wisconsin), where I have not lived since February 1994. The secondary setting, rendered in my dream as southeast of the main setting, is an erroneous link to the Cubitis house’s hallway and bathroom at the end of the hallway (Florida), where I have not lived since the summer of 1978. The final location is the kitchen of our present home (Australia) rather than the Loomis Street kitchen that would otherwise be immediately north and adjacent to the main setting. This is a new unique composite, continuing the rule of no two settings ever being the same in my dreams. My subconscious self does not notice this error at all.

Rule: A non-lucid dream cannot correctly model the current conscious self for a number of reasons. One reason is to prevent false memories and erroneous associations with current waking life. Autosymbolism that represents liminal space (the dream state and precursory waking space itself) and more so, liminal space dividers (the metaphorical barrier between fictitious dream self and current conscious self identity), confirms this factor. Preconscious access to threads of the unconscious mind is not of the nature most people claim. My dream self (subconscious self) is without viable memory of either the unconscious or the conscious self, and additionally, has no viable discernment of time, space, or sustained coherency in language. Otherwise, synaptic gating would build false memories and false associations.

Detail: My (non-lucid) subconscious self (which is always unique in each dream, just as settings are) has no memory that my father died in 1979. It has no realization of the erroneous setting or its typical hodgepodge nature. There are no threads of my current conscious self status. My perceived age in my dream seems around thirty years younger than I am. Additionally, there was never a bed in the southwest Loomis Street bedroom.

Rule: The main event in a dream is the waking alert factor (WAF), autosymbolism based on RAS mediation (or modulation depending on the dream state depth), a biological factor of the dream state itself. This is for reestablishing conscious self identity in the waking transition. RAS mediation will utilize everything from a present association or conflict to features or events long since forgotten and irrelevant, and the dynamic‘s foundation is always literal despite being borrowed as waking alert factor autosymbolism.

Detail: My father in present dreams is typically an emergent consciousness factor that represents my conscious self identity. One, I have mild soreness in the upper right area of my mouth from the loss of a tooth (though with no bleeding). However, there is also a very old association utilized as the waking alert autosymbolism. Many years ago, when I was twelve years old, this was the only occasion when I felt annoyed by my father’s presence. He was grinning and looking through my open jalousie windows into my room. I walked over and was ready to pull the curtains down (without saying anything) when I realized there were two very large new illustrated dictionaries on my desk, which he had bought for me and placed in my room earlier that morning.

So how does this relate to RAS mediation borrowing the event? Books and reading are a conscious self factor, as only the conscious self in waking life is intelligent enough to sustain reading while understanding written language (as text in dreams typically changes when looking back at it and often becomes gibberish), thus this was a trigger to begin consciousness activation despite the association being from childhood.

Rule: Typically, there is at least one thread in a dream in each sleep cycle that originates in Zsuzsanna’s mind, but most often based on thoughts she had elsewhere, not when at home. (Do not ask me how this is possible, it just is.)

Detail: While out shopping, Zsuzsanna was thinking of buying band-aids yesterday, but she did not (and she did not tell me about it, either).

Rule: Waking autosymbolism usually initiates on my dream self’s right (when I sleep on my left side, which is less exposed to my real environment).

Detail: In this dream, my father approaches me on my right and later goes into the kitchen, which relays subliminal awareness of mild hunger. Additionally, my dream begins with me standing near the right side of the bed (the side I sleep on in reality), although this dream is certainly not a false awakening.

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