non-lucid

Before waking up, I had a hallucination of a train coming closer. The 'frame' of the train moving reset every second, snapping back to its original position, like in a time loop. A bit later, I learned I could manipulate time and push the train backwards (or make it drive back as time is reversed).

I was standing in a street at a house my family used to live (not). The house was gone and replaced with other, newer houses. A more 'urban' area a bit further down the road (which I recalled had shops and businesses) was also gone and had been suburbanized.

I was with my mom and dad, walking in a forest. We were following my grandpa, who was a good 100 feet in front of us. I suddenly realized he's supposed to be dead. I tell my dad this, who says he sensed grandfather's presence a few days earlier, and after he made a typical grandpa joke, he was sure it was him. We kept following him down the path, but the path and environment started to change. A forest became a burning horizon, and the dirt and leaves of the forest roads turned to smoldering embers. We were walking into Hell. I didn't think too much of it, though. I tried to use my phone camera to record our descent into Hell, which worked (to my surprise). We came up on two buildings. Big farmhouses, but they were old, abandoned and partially overgrown with creepy, unnatural vines. A feeling of intense evil emanated from those buildings. I followed grandpa into one of them. It started to dawn onto me that something wasn't right. There were things he couldn't know, but did (something involving melons on the ground, don't ask). But when he said something sinister in a devilishly evil voice (couldn't see him when this happened), we were all like 'yup, it isn't him', and we noped out of there immediately. What followed was an attempt to escape Hell the way we came. But the path on which we arrived was now covered in logs (?) and we had to climb over them. There was also a ceiling somehow, so we had to crawl through on our stomachs. I looked sideways and saw the demonic face of what used to be my grandfather looking at me. I tried to shield myself from it, as I think it had some kind of ranged attack. Then someone talked to me and said it was a scene from a scary movie.

Still in the hellverse, at the end of a completely unrelated scene. Someone triggered something, causing demons to break out. I tried to escape to the other side of the map (it was a game) by using glitches and walking on top of walls. Once on the other side of the map (where I'd come from), I saw the demon approach me super fast. I realized it was rubberbanding and I wasn't supposed to run away from it. Instead of attacking me, it gives me something. Something with three colors (red, blue and green) that I was supposed to balance? A key?

The next unrelated scene, still in Hell. We were exploring some kind of stone large structure. It looked like an altar, or temple. While exploring a dark room, people started vanishing. I felt an evil presence. We returned outside, to the altar/temple, which turned out to be some kind of huge teleportation stone, a gate between Hell and reality. We were all (dozens of people) gathered on the stone, and around it. I remember hanging from the stone, calling for help and being ignored, and eventually dropping down, walking around and climbing back onto the stone a bit further. Someone used their phone to call someone, and tell them to teleport them back to reality. A voice, representing Hell, answered and said it wasn't up to them to decide if we could leave or not. But then, people started vanishing in rapid succession. I was seeing in third person how I vanished as well. So I was gone, but 'still there'. I saw my family, as it used to be in the 'good old days' (including my younger self), and a voice said they were declared the winners (and cleared to leave Hell).

2018, 04-02

The Dark Tower – Jake’s Drawing

I am in a forest. I am with a couple of other people. I am Arya. I am with two boys, although they look to be a bit older than I think I am. One of them I know as Gendry, the other one goes by unlikely name of Hot Pie. We are traveling through a forest, it is daytime out but underneath all of the trees it is somewhat dark. We seem to be having a disagreement about where we should be going. We finally decide to check on the road and see which way it is going. We have been avoiding the road to try to avoid trouble. We aren’t sure if someone might be after us. As we get closer to the road, we hear the sound of horses on it. We do not want to be seen. I look around and I see what looks like an abandoned house. That should be a good place to hide out. I tell the others that, but they don’t seem to believe me. Hot Pie seems to think he would be better off up a tree. Gendry looks up and decides that isn’t a good plan, so he finally decides to follow me to the house.

Gendry and I sneak in through a broken door on the back. Gendry wants to know what we should do if the people on the road spot Hot Pie. I am not sure how to respond to that. I tell Gendry that maybe we can find some food left in the house. Gendry goes into what looks like it used to be a kitchen and starts looking through cabinets. I go through a different door and find what looks like once was a living room. I feel something land of my head. I reach up to get it off, and I discovered that it is a mutant tarantula that is about the size of a softball. I don’t get easily freaked out by spiders, but this one seems especially gross. I threw it to the ground in repulsion. I look around and see more of the spiders crawling along the floor and on the ceiling. I turn around and go back the way I came. I don’t know if those spiders might be venomous, so I don’t want to get bit. I go back into the kitchen where Gendry went.

I have found the kitchen again, but Gendry is nowhere to be seen. I wonder where he could’ve gone? I look around the kitchen and then I go into the next room to see if Gendry continued exploring. I enter and I find a boy, but it is not Gendry. It is a young boy, he looks younger than Gendry. The boy stops short when he sees, and he asks who I am? I am not sure how to answer that. The boy says he hadn’t expected to find anyone else here. When I don’t respond, he says his name is Jake. I blurt out, are you there Jake looking for Roland of Gilead? He says yes, how did I know that? I look at my reflection in a dirty glass case. I am definitely still Arya. I tell Jake that I don’t think I’m really supposed to be here, but I will help if I can. I tell him my name is Arya since I figure he won’t know that name anyhow. We continue looking through the house. Jake is looking for a locked door which he has a key.

A man enters from another room. He looks familiar, I realize that it is MoSh. He says we don’t want to go into the room he just left, it’s full of venomous snakes. Jake seems quite surprised at the situation, he hadn’t expected to find anyone here and it’s turning into a crowd. We continue down the hall and go through a door at the end of it. That door leads into a very large room. Just this room is larger than the abandoned house I walked into as Arya. It looks like it might be a ball room. There is a somewhat creepy wallpaper on all the walls of elves dancing. They may have been intended to be cute, but they’re really more disturbing. We cross the room to a pair of double doors on the other side. These doors lead to another hallway. At the end of the hall is a door with a bright shiny lock panel on it. Jake is certain that is the door he has the key for.

As we enter the hallway, there is a loud noise behind us. We all turn around in time to see some kind of monster emerging from the wall. The wall itself seems to of come to life and it is now met a more for sizing into a strange creature. That’s strange creature looks a bit like an evil clown. There is an elf still on its forehead that seems to be actually dancing now. MoSh tells Jake to focus on getting through that door, we can keep the monster back. I wonder if he knows who I am? Apparently he seems to. The monster is now itself across the room on one huge malformed arm. MoSh has a pair guns look like Roland’s from the Dark Tower. I check my possessions and find out I have a sword. I hear Jake drop a curse and turned to look. Jake is now on the floor peering through a crack. I am about to ask what happened, but MoSh and I get distracted right away. The monster is throwing things at us. It is throwing debris in our direction. MoShs guns are firing small explosive rounds. Those are able to knock the flying junk right out of the air.

A second arm is coming out of the floor right next to me. I turn the sword on it and all of the fingers off. I hazard to look back and I see that Jake talking on one of the boards in the floor then he suddenly stops and switches to the one next to it that Bork comes up easily. Jay reaches through and grabs. Apparently he dropped it. Now that he has the key again, Jake is down the hall and shoves the key into the lock on the door. The door swings open, and on the other side of the door there is only solid ground. MoSh tells me to look out, and I realized I cut hand has reformed and is reaching for me again. I use my sword and once again off all the fingers. I think that is pissing the thing off. I glance back down the hall and I see that the door is open now. Roland is coming through, though he briefly pauses when he sees MoSh and me. He motions to us to come and stay low. Both MoSh and I head down the hall, ducking low. Roland says to let it go now, and it looks like he throws something big and invisible down the hall. I feel the wind it passing over my head and it crashes directly into the monster coming into the hall behind us. Roland helps Jake climb through / up out of the door, then he looks at me but I just levitate through the door. MoSh is close behind me.

Once we are all out the door slams shut behind us. The door was in the ground, which explains the confusion of direction as I came through. One minute I was floating forward and then I was hovering over the ground at a weird angle… It is also raining quite hard and the entire area is covered in mud. I see there is a circle of stones standing around us that looks like a smaller version of Stonehenge. The door we just came through dissolves into a drawing in the mud which washes out in the rain. But Jake has been brought through safely. Roland looks at MoSh and then at me. He says he hadn’t been expecting Jake to have a friend there… I am thinking of telling him who I am but before I can I see everything getting weird, like a scene in Assassin’s Creed. The scene falls apart and then reforms into the house I had been in with Gendry. Gendry comes through a door and asks where I disappeared to. I tell him I was looking through the house. Gendry says the horse riders have passed by and not noticed any of us, even that idiot Hot Pie perched in his tree. I follow Gendry back outside and then I wake up.

I should have updated as I went along.

Jamie 1

Just a flash of walking up to a screen door and Jamie was standing behind it smiling.

Jamie 2

can't remember this right now. Just know she was in it.

Sex dream

With asuka... i think.

Exploring with moe

I was exploring an abandoned house with Moe. We came to a living room where an old piano was. He went and pressed a few keys. I asked him something but he didn't respond. (note: He never talks to me in dreams but always does nice things for me in dreams). I went to the piano after to play something but all the keys were like a computer keyboard instead...

sleep paralysis
Became aware in a semi WILD state. Could feel vibrations all around me. I tried to make them spin as fast as possible. I almost entered a couple of dreams I saw a wooden floor and a step like a saloon. I saw my hand go down as if I was falling over and couldn't feel it. Everything went black. This repeated a couple more times and I just couldn't enter a dream like I usually can in this state.

Abandoned town

Fa in an Abandoned house. I was with some people earlier in a house where I was following a woman with blond hair. We came cross steps that were broken and she was on the other side. I looked and couldn't see how she had crossed.

Later I was on the top of the hill by an army base. A bunch of men in army uniforms were coming up to me. I tripped over something in from of them and help my other hand up in surrender. They put their guns to the side in surrender. They told me a group of people were living in the abandoned buildings who had to leave.

Later I was with the group they wanted out who were like gypsies. I told them what the army men had said. They said The elders of their tribe had to be married before they could make a decision but they were both asleep. The whole tribe began doing a dance to initiate the marriage ritual even whike they were both asleep. They were put on high chairs and paraded around, some were laughing about it.

More exploring.

Another dream of exploring an abandoned house.

Tonight, I slept from around 8 P M to 2 A M but then had insomnia until 4 or 5 A M. But then I slept another hour or two.

In the first dreams, there was something with a guy on a train, holding me prisoner. There was a part when I had a fillet of salmon, and it fell on the floor. I didn't want to waste it, so I tried skinning the part off that touched the floor. It was near a cafeteria line.

Then there was this part where I was at the food store. I had a job there. A customer rang up $7.33 worth of stuff (I remembered the number somehow!) and walked out. After a moment, I realized that he hadn't paid.

The store had big windows looking out to the front parking lot, so I could see the license plate of the car he went to. I read the number out loud and kept repeating it out loud to myself as I chased after him. I was yelling to other people, "Stop that car!" followed by the license plate number.

The store manager happened to be nearby in the parking lot and stopped the guy. He shook the guy's hand and started talking to him. He asked me,"Is that your husband?" I was like, "No, and I'm not gay, so I wouldn't have a husband." It really bugged me that the manager assumed I was gay. They kept telling me I was gay, and I said in as many ways as I could, "I'm straight. I like women." Etc. But it really bugged me. (I didn't know it was a dream.)

Then there was F Z from a meeting and an older man who said he was Bi sexual. F Z zipped his jacket. I was like this whole thing is weird. I don't have any problems with you all being gay, but I am not. There is nothing wrong with being gay, but I am not. That was what I was saying to them in the dream.

There were a lot of dreams up until the first time I woke up. Another was about time dilation. Like I experienced time dilation, "woke up" into a dream within a dream, and thought, "Oh, thats the time dilation they were talking about." Thinking I had woken up physically.

Okay, then I had the insomnia. I listened to some audio and eventually got back to sleep.

I dreamed a really vivid scene of seeing some autumn trees pass by out the front windshield of my Dad's van. I was like, wow, those reds and yellows and oranges won't be there forever. Better take a good look before they turn green. I had no idea it was a dream, and it was really Spring in waking life.

In that van, my sister was some how sleeping in the roof panel of the van. But it wasn't latched secure, so I was afraid the whole thing would collapse on me. I was in the back seat, like when I was a kid. I thought of latching it. At one point her leg slipped down and her foot landed on my chest.

I also remember being in my Aunt C's room and she had a coin collection. I was thinking if she would be mad if I took the quarters and used them as regular quarters. I was playing Pokemon T C G with my sister. It was a cool set of cards we had out. I had holographic fire, water (or ice) and maybe normal types. She had a normal type, but in the T C G that was dragon type, and it had an ice weakness. I didn't get to use my ice move in time and she defeated my Pokemon. I remember being kind of wowed at how cool the holograms were. Being in my Aunt C's room is probably the main dream sign that I didnd't notice. But it was funny because I also remember being surprised that my sister was visiting again, so soon. I remember having a sense that she was really here, not knowing it was a dream.

There was also this part with the "gratitude guy". He had this whole system he came up with for gratitude that seemed like a great idea. Some other people and myself were on board. I forgot some of the details because after the insomnia, I was waking up from these dreams so exhausted. In fact, I even fell asleep with my voice recorder running, in the middle of recording one dream!

I got the rest on the voice recorder though. That was just off the top of my head.

Morning of April 2, 2018. Monday.



This dream renders a unique setting as always, a setting that has never featured in this specific way in any previous dream, which is a process to prevent associations with waking life to prevent false memory. In this case, it is primarily the Stadcor Street house in Brisbane (where we have not lived in years). However, upon seeing Zsuzsanna in the final segment, it is like the northeast room of the King Street mansion, where I have not been since the 1990s (and where Zsuzsanna has never been, never having been to America). Even so, it is on the opposite side of where the Stadcor Street bedroom actually was in respect to my dream’s layout. Additionally, my current conscious self identity is only partly extant.

I go to look in the backyard for some reason. It seems to be late morning. I am aware that an unusual wind from the east (my right in my dream’s view) has brought a lot of fine white sand into our backyard. There are many shallow recesses in the yard that contain this fine white sand. I start to consider how unusual a feature this is. I study the area for several minutes. Looking off to my left, just beyond the driveway, I see a low embankment. Two very large turnip plants are growing. Only one has a visible turnip slightly above the ground. I consider if I should pull them up, as they seem fully grown, but I start to focus on the main backyard again.

I notice an area of ground to my left where I realize the whiteness of the sand in that part of the yard may be caused by sunbeams. The area has a silvery glow. Still, the other areas really do contain the unusual fine sand. I decide to go into the house to tell Zsuzsanna about it and to describe the unusual wind that brought the sand into our backyard.

When in the bedroom, I see Zsuzsanna sitting on the bed, facing me as I stand nearby. The closet of the northeast King Street mansion bedroom is visible near the end of the bed (though I am uncertain of whether it is the head or foot of the bed). As I stand, looking into the closet, I notice a very large slug crawling slowly up the wall. Its view is partly blocked for a time. I watch its optical and sensory tentacles move about. I continue to gaze at it as I also pull a snail from my right arm that had somehow also gotten stuck on my shirt sleeve, somehow making the shirt sleeve also stick to me. This event is distorted, as the shirt seems to have been hanging on a hook on the wall, with me not wearing it at the time and yet somehow also wearing it at the same time (a typical dream event that is impossible to resolve in conscious afterthought).

There is a brief offset dream where I go back to the backyard and discover that the ground is now only with normal-colored dirt in the recesses. I am somewhat puzzled. I consider how short a time period that the event must have taken place for no traces of the other sand to remain.

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This is a sustained dream segment that is otherwise based on water lowering waking symbolism from an earlier dream. A short time ago, I happened to read the following: “Dreaming of sand may represent the border between the conscious (beach/land) and unconscious (ocean/water) minds.” I found this astounding because it is extremely rare to read anything about dreams from any public source that has an iota of truth on any level. However, it is more about the liminal space between dream self and conscious self, unrelated to waking life itself.

This dream mostly centers around sleep recognition waking symbolism, which is somewhat of a misnomer as the inference is literal, not symbolic, and based on a subliminal realization that I am actually in bed and asleep. Obviously, the bed confirms this. Additionally, the turnips are autosymbolism for Zsuzsanna and I sleeping. Additionally, the snail and the slug are associated with moving slowly, a play on being sluggish or asleep. The confusion with the shirt relates to the fact that I am not dressed when I sleep.

Once again, this dream had a prescient thread as many of my dreams do at one point or another (sometimes covering many years in advance which is inherently unfathomable), which is sometimes very frustrating as it often serves no useful purpose other than to convince me that most human minds work in a completely different way than mine. Another poster on the Dreamscloud website had posted an image of a slug (the image repeated three times) just before I was finishing this entry, despite the recognized autosymbolism of a slug representing vague threads of my conscious self identity (in being mostly inactive) in REM sleep.

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I had a dream last night..!
The first that I've remembered in a while..!

It was more in bits though. I was myself, at home for a time, but then ran outside. I think I was running away from home, I remember hearing my parents call after me. But I continued to run away from my home.
In the street, I was surrounded by a few young men (In their early 20's maybe?), and they grabbed me and started to pull me away from my home. They grabbed me by the arms, pulling me backwards along the street. I remember the police arrived on the scene, but the men were too fast and seemed to know exactly how to sneak away from the scene. I was locked up in a caravan, with a man.

Then I woke up..!

I was supposed to take a test for a class in which I did not prepare. I was quickly trying to read my notes in the hallway and then entered a room. The room had computers lining the walls and desks in the middle. There were students filling both places taking the test. I thought I had a few more minutes so I was stalling, but then it was time to start so I did.

Another dream I had this very crazy and interesting experience. There was something going on before the dream, I was in a place that looked like a skate park in the day time, but also some sort of classroom. There were five or six of us. My vision was third person mode, I was watching myself interact with these people. I'm not looking very happy and I'm walking around a bit weird. I'm acting weird altogether. At some point I think I look at myself directly, meaning the Grey I was watching decided to take a look back at me the observer.

The dream turns and I'm not on this fun roller coaster that is going up and down, flying through many bright colors and scenes. It seemed to start in some sort of movie theater and then go further back into a cave. The ride was flying through lights and it seemed like I was controlling it a little bit. My hands were up as the coaster loops back around and I fall off the ride, hanging under it with my two hands hanging onto the cart. I was able to eventually get back up onto the ride.

Later in the dream I'm on the back of a school bus of children looking at my forensics teacher in the face as he's telling me there's a danger but we can't tell anyone because it would freak everyone out.

I had another dream about World of Warcraft where I'm in from of the auction house in Stormwind.

-1-There was a Miami sign in "Westchester", FL, which was about halfway down the western coast. It was snowing half-inch-size flakes ahead of a cloud bank that I saw to my west and southwest. All other parts of the sky were clear. Time of day was just after dusk (earlier on, it was daytime and cloudy). There was no wind that I remember. In front of me was a line of gravel garages built from logs. Beyond the line was a flat gravel lot, followed by woods. Then, I was watching an Accuweather video. Bernie Rayno motioned to the location of a Pacific system, and then to the Puget Sound area in Washington. He said,
"This...is goin here. This is a--you're supposed to be a lucario. The approaching mass of water should support life." He was calling out the meteorologists in Washington for not doing their jobs properly.
In a later scene, he pointed at the east coast of Florida and said "[...]I'm thinkin 8, 9 inches." Also, Florida was distorted on the map, being turned 60° counterclockwise.
There was pizza at one point.
-2-There was a white wolf next to me on a grassy hill. There were restrictions for something. It was sunny and there was a feeling of really wanting to do something.

Hi guys,

This dream spans through the course of seven years within the dream. Quite a bit of the daily activities had become fragmented as a result. I'll also be condensing the events so that it's more concise. The dream fluctuates between lucidity and non-lucidity. However, during lucid moments I choose to let the dream unfold on it's own.

The dream starts off non-lucid. I'm with my significant other who has passed away, I'll address as Kana. We are surrounded by whiteness. There is a false memory that we been meaning to conceive a "soul child" astrally. Kana and I are both female. Kana says it's time. The white emptiness beneath us ripples and our energies meld as we astraily conceive our soul child. I feel drained and I awake.

I look around in my bedroom without moving not realizing I'm clutching something close to me under my blanket. "A dream?" I sit up and notice an otherworldly infant in my arms. "Yes, this is my child." She opens her eyes and we gaze at each other. "Oh yes, you are Cocoa." Cocoa smiles. This is the only time she smiles in a long while.



Following months...
Over the weeks I have moments when shroud of that reality fades and I'm lucid. Adapting to a life caring for a child was hard, but I manage to get by with the help of my mom. I hold on to my secret of my lucidity to myself. I begin to see something strange with Cocoa. She seems to be completely unable to feel guilt, pity, remorse, or sympathy. She seem to have no regard for safety of those around her and she seems to crave human blood, often biting into her own thumbs to suck blood if no one else is nearby.

Soul Child
As months turn into years and my getting accustomed to this reality my moments of lucidity doesn't have much effect. I was detached with the waking and I had grown to accept that my soul child is different from others. I even feed it my own blood to satisfy it's craving. It was not before long she starts exhibiting otherworldly powers. I communicate with kana in my head as I do in waking and ask her if we made a mistake bringing this child into this world. As Cocoa grew older, the more destructive she became. Watching over her, making sure no one is harmed, was taking a toll on me. In moments of lucidity I was tron between continuing my waking life and leaving this world behind. The waking world seemed so distant. Kana assures me that this was a time-dilated experience and for the moment guiding Cocoa was all we could do as there is good in her.

One of the chilling moments of her childhood was when she asked me to rip off my eyes and give it to her because she thought they were pretty. I had told her it's not right to ask someone of that nor to expect it and there were better ways to appreciate things.

Absolution
As a 7 year old Cocoa had become more calmer and mature. For a while it seemed like she was breaking free from her shroud of madness. I been weaning off feeding her my blood and on her birthday she says she no longer thirsts for blood and apologizes with tearful eyes for all the harm she has caused and all the pets she has killed over the course of her childhood. I was relieved. She was getting stronger and stronger, it was becoming difficult to care for her when she is so powerful.

I send her to school with caution and ask for Kana to watch over her. I see something that sends a chill down my back. As I was about to leave, Cocoa was smiling. The last I seen her smile was when she was a baby. I wonder what's wrong with me. Why was I not feeling relieved by my child's smile? Something didn't feel right. I go to the mall and look around just hoping to pass the time. Something didn't feel right, but I could quite place it. I order a sandwich at a cafe and look around. I look at a ceiling lamp above me and think "I can turn it on and off by snapping my fingers". I snap my fingers lightly. The light flickers on. I snap again, it flickers off. I look around nothing has changed. Everyone is minding their own business as if completely unaware of what I had done. My phone rings startling me. It's Cocoa's homeroom teacher's number. I answer it only to receive a weak voice saying "Cocoa" followed by a shrill blood curdling scream. I rush to Coco's school already knowing what I might see. I arrive at a scene with blood everywhere. Dead bodies everywhere. I had enough of this dream. It seems Kana and I failed guiding Cocoa. Amidst the bodies stands a blood soaked Cocoa. Upon seeing me she rushes at me and clings on to me with a tight hug. Saying she was sorry over and over, saying she only reacted to darkness in their hearts. I hug her back tightly. "I'm sorry, Cocoa, we couldn't save you..." and place my hand on back of her head. Her entirety pulses and I start absorbing her into my being.

I wake up crying. I do a reality check and check my phone. It has not passed seven years. I lay back on my bed looking at the ceiling and wondering what the dream meant.

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ܒܱܠܱܡًܩ̄ܪ ܢܶܦܶܨ ܢܶܲܒܶܢ ܥܡܠًܬܥܬܬ ܐܡً ܡܶܓܠܦܬܬ

I don't think I got lucid last night. My first dreams were really early in the night. I was awoken from something kind of scary but unable to remember it. All I remembered at the end was something like, "A ghosty!" I was in sleep paralysis and trying to remember the rest, when I fell back asleep, without recording. I told myself I would still remember next time I woke up when I thought I was waiting too long to record. L O L... Not!

I woke up again around the time I usually do, after 4 to 6 hours of sleep. I had dreamed about depth charge from beast wars and outlining a color drawing of him. My Dad was cooking eggs for himself to eat. I dreamed I was at this church, walking around, brushing my teeth the whole time. I explained to my friend why I try not to step up onto a high step up thing. It was a bed. Because my knee clicks. I had him step up onto it and his knee clicked, too. Then, he understood. It was R S. R S was at the end of my next dream, too.

The next dream was a long one. I was in this dirt parking lot thing. Then in a video game thing. I saw someone from a job I had when I was 14 or 15.

For the video game thing, first it was on a Mario Side Scroller type of game. I had an invincibility star generator but lost my fire flower before I reached it. Another mushroom appeared that I also got. Then I went down some corridor with writing along it, and into this water or flying level. I bypassed some blue fish ghost bad guy things and went to the boss, this big sea monster thing. With my invincibility star, I could go right up to the monster and stand next to it, automatically dealing it damage.

After that, there was something about being in a field. One kid was throwing a disc at other kids necks (ouch!). Then they were kicking footballs down the field, and landing near us, so we moved. We walked over some fallen tree parts and got to a store.

I was going to steal something from near the front of the store, but put it back. My Mom was mean to a girl and I was like, Mom, you gotta admit you were wrong, kind of thing. Then I was trying to put on a suit but my friend took it and cut it for his own costume. I was so mad, I wanted to take it back from him, and cut the whole thing up, so neither of us could have it. It was like a grey elephant suit. This was also when I was yelling at R S but it was S S who stole my suit. What was I fighting R S about? Its probably in my voice notes.

Then I was wearing no clothes! I was covering up with my hands as best I could. This woman, D F, took a picture of me with an old school camera. I demanded she show it to me and delete it, or I would smash her camera! The picture of me showed two bricks where each of my chest muscles are. I woke up directly from that.

After that I had trouble sleeping. I prayed a while about stuff and then finally got a little more sleep around 5:30 A M.

I had lots of little "dream flashes". The main dream I remember from that part was walking by this party type of room and hearing classical music as my friend B D walked in. I was like, wait, was that B D? I should go in and say hi. But I wasn't wearing my retainer, and my shirt was buttoned funny. When I walked by again, two women came out, not B D.

I also dreamed of different relatives criss crossing who lives where. Like my aunt staying with us but then house sitting for my uncle during the day who had traded lives with my other aunt, and watching his (her) dog.

I had some more details that didn't come off the top of my head. This was just a quick write up. The rest are on my voice recorder. I decided my baseline level would just be to record my dreams by voice through the night. Anything I write about them is just a bonus. The writing got to be so strenuous, the way I was doing it, and eventually I totally lost interest. So a little balance is important.

Date of Dream: SUN 1 APR - 2018



Dream No. 303 - Suspicious Test Conduct
Nightmare!

I remember how the dream started. It was night time and I was wandering around in some unknown area... It reminded me of the grounds of places like on a school camp, and the walking tracks were wet. SHig was there and in the dream, my TAFE class not only had him for economics but for corporate governance as well. Additionally, the TAFE class wasn't just my 2018 group, it also comprised of girls from Killester.

For the next scene, I forgot most of what SHig said. What I do know is that we were preparing for test period and there were instances of him interacting with the Killester girls. I did notice in this dream that SHig had a suspicious demeanour about him when talking to me, like he was up to something but I didn't know what.

In the last scene, I approached SHig as I was ready to commence one of the tests (I think it was the corporate governance theory test on paper). He was telling me how to approach the test and this is what he said; something along the lines of “just go in there and meditate”. I then walked into the location of the test and what I saw was absolutely disturbing; the room contained all these coffins, raised on metal trolleys, with their lids open and in each of them was a class member, lying in a frozen sleep, their body and head swaddled in a blanket with only their faces being revealed.

My stomach lurched and I made my way out of that room as quickly as I could. On my way out, my brain is telling me “call Dreamy WB!” but my impulse instinct is actually telling me not to. My fear actually over-rode my intent to call for Dreamy WB. As I was getting closer and closer to outside the building, the fear was sinking in that he would hear me and he'd be at my throat in a really bad way. My subconscious mind now imagined SHig coming this way and he wouldn't be looking too nice. I was now in such a horrible and scared anticipation that I woke up in a sweat.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Type of Dream: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

Total Points For Competition:
45.0

Morning of April 1, 2018. Sunday.



I am uncertain of my dream’s location. Settings are always different even when modeled after real-life places I have lived, though there is a vague essence of the northeast area of the Cubitis living room (where I have not been since 1978). However, it also feels like a variation of our present address, seemingly the dining room, which we use as our bedroom, though in this case, it could be a subliminal infusion of where my physical body is in reality as I sleep.

There is a website (name unknown) where I had a musical album stored for a month or two. I am listening with headphones. There is a large photograph of a rocket launch on the wall, which is implied to represent the cover art for the song (or possibly the whole album). It is to the right of my view. Additionally, there is another monitor, more to the center of my view, which displays the website’s main page. Although the rocket in the image looks realistic, much of the background appears somewhat like an oil painting, with uneven patches of darker and lighter blue.

In contrast, the setup to listen to my music is on the opposite side of the monitors. I listen to the beginning of my song and hear only two sustained mid-range notes as the supposed introduction. Apparently, the website has a rating system for different songs, but this is only a vague thought. I am aware of a Giorgio Moroder influence on all the tracks (and yet I do not pick up on the dream state indicator of his song “Together in Electric Dreams”, a trait of my non-lucid dream self that suggests exclusive synaptic gating even when obvious dream state indicators are otherwise rendered).

There is a time period where I watch a short movie that represents one of my songs, which seems based on some sort of odd science-fiction story about “howling”. A large spaceship (reminding me of the 1978 Battlestar Galactica in overall shape) with lots of satellite dishes on top is approaching another planet. There are satellite dishes everywhere on the planet. This is what the “howling” is related to, that is, the satellite dishes “howling” at each other, the backstory and reason unknown.

Over time, the sound is not loud enough and sometimes drops out. I move the left side headphone connection somewhat, and the wire just falls out. This makes me very annoyed. I take off my headphones and notice an apparent previous attempt to fix the other side. There is a small mess of entangled and looped copper wire on the right side. I talk about throwing out my headphones, saying, “even though they cost a hundred dollars” (which is incorrect as they actually cost over four hundred dollars in reality).

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The headphones are related to the subliminal awareness of being unconscious and not fully discerning real-life environmental noises. The headphone wire coming out of the left side is precursory to hearing less illusory dream-rendered audio (as waking-oriented autosymbolism is usually directed to my dream self’s right if I am sleeping on my left side).

The rocket launch image is typical autosymbolism for the emergence of my conscious self identity as the waking precursor as well as the energy of my real physical body, which the dream self is otherwise primarily unaware of in unconsciousness. (Virtually all vehicles in dreams; cars, boats, airplanes, rockets, and so on; subliminally represent the specific essence of the physical body and specific association with physical dynamics, each vehicle depending on the level of awareness in unconsciousness, and dreamers who pay any attention at all will easily realize this fact even without the level of disclosure I have in understanding auto-scripting and receiving hypnopompic disclosure. Ultimately, this is a no-brainer, as the word “vehicle” itself is used to mean the physical body.)

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The only part of this non lucid dream that caught my attention was that I was looking at the forum which now had a peachy colored background to it. For some reason Psoink was there and was writing to another guy on the forum. Don't think he was a real user. I don't remember what it was about but I recall someone writing no.

Created Saturday 31 March 2018

I got a stupidly lucky DILD today. There's also several fragments.

Scrap Group 1
Several WBTBs throughout the night. I usually got kept up a bit after meditating, before drifting off unaware.

At a school's courtyard during night time.

Riding around in a highway with others. We stop by an airport, where giant fighter jets were ready for flight. The pilots were noticeably not in wearing any uniform.

At a zoo. I was observing the gorilla den, where the apes were bathing in a pond. A big commotion occurred when a male smacked a youngling, causing a frenzied brawl between him and two other gorillas.

Dream 1 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 15

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in an unknown apartment, where a family gathering was occurring. I go through a hallway towards the bathroom, but it seemed a few people were waiting their turn to use it, including mom and aunt Harriett. The two were gossiping about something or other, and tried getting me involved. When given the chance, I snuck off elsewhere.

I stumbled into what I first assumed was a bedroom. As I went further, this expanded into a vast underground city. Anachronism ran the gamut, what with mid 20th century buildings side-by-side with flying cars and holographic displays. I felt exhausted. There was a park by a riverside nearby, where many folk were having a picnic. So, I went over there to rest under a tree.

Then, some kid interrupted my 'nap'.

"Hey!", shouted the boy, "Look over there!" He points at two large, hairy figures flying in from the distance, one carrying the other. "What is that?!"

Once they were close enough, I easily identified what these things were. "They're just flying wookies", I grumbled. "No big deal."

I got up to show off my own powers, if only to get that kid to pipe down. Suddenly, many, many other people began ascending from the streets. Most prominent among these were a group of middle-aged English women in modest Victorian era wear, whom, between their chortling, blithely admitted their part in this phenomenon. Soon, I too was levitating unintentionally. Once the surprise wore off, I realized the dream.

The ceiling had since become an open sky. I launched myself to the stratosphere, where I intentionally teleported, first briefly warping into a different city, then into a moderately-lit bedroom constructed of dark wood. Things were deteriorating. In response, I wreathed myself in a thunderous golden aura, which stabilized my form. Thinking of TOTMs, I shouted out "overclock!" I suddenly began shrinking. But, as I looked back at my hand, I found I was actually turning into a baby. The dream ends with my new form's uncontrolled wailing.