non-lucid

This dream was really long and probably had a detailed story, but sadly I don't remember most of it.

I was in some sort of large yard with lots of special buildings in it, and the buildings had lots of computer and technology stuff, so I am calling it a research facility. I was wearing a white skirt and shirt, and I had a denim jacket on. I believe I was the leader of this organization because I kept telling people what to do and they would do it. Most of the people who worked there were guys and girls I knew from high school. Everyone was dressed for their job except me, I guess I could do what I wanted since I was the leader .

At some point I became aware of some bad guys running around planting bombs on the buildings. I was running around frantically trying to disable all the bombs, and I was telling people to go and find these bombers and such. I told some people to build more buildings as some of the buildings were getting destroyed, and I told one guy to go check the security station and call me back and tell me where all these intruders are. I remember thinking that as long as we kept some buildings long enough someone would come save our facility. Eventually I found the people bombing our buildings, but I didn't do anything to them, I just followed them and disabled all their bombs while telling people to build stuff as far away from the bad guys as they could.

On youtube I found a guys channel and was following a tutorial, which seemed to be on astral projection (I found the channel because I was looking for stuff on aboriginal telepathy).


I was following the tutorial spoken directions but didn't feel drawn to use a location I knew as it suggested. I started to see a picture in my mind that was very clear of plants growing in a field, with water droplets on them and as I looked around the area I was strongly drawn to a thatched building with a dark brown roof, and white chalky walls. It made me feel warm and safe. It was very peaceful and quiet there, I did not imagine anyone there and felt it might be disused. There were just dirt paths and trees round and about.

Anyway when I finished, my wife showed me a picture in the paper. It was incredibly similar to what I had been visualising Oo. A place nearby to where we live.

- Walking along a narrow canal path. Someone tries to stop/rob me but I jump into the water and swim away.
- At a hotel a local dish is being prepared on a long tresselled table by a woman. She is layering rings of fish. I talk to her. Later we are offered some food but its not vegetarian.
- In our house we have 3 big screens set up in the front room. Each with a bright interactive display. The next morning we get up from downstairs and my cat tells me it wants to go on a dance programme. I go to pick it up but it tells me to put it down again. It is pale coloured and sleek. It asks me to open the doors as obviously it cant do that itself. There are two downs on the narrow hallway going upstairs. I find that the programme the cat wants has downloaded incompletely (hacked) and so doesnt work. The cat goes on a drawing programme instead and uploads something it had been drawing. Other people go on other things. I find a picture of a fox so it can get the right colour for its drawing.
- At my parents house I'm trying to help my dad get in without a large about of dogs also getting into the house.

Date of Dream: SUN 8 APR - 2018



Dream No. 307 - Separated Sections

Dream 307 A - Torturous School
I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was back in year 12 again. The environment felt like Killester but it wasn't... It was some unknown school. The environment was unknown but my grade 4 teacher Mrs Br. was teaching the class and in this dream, she was strict and scary. What's worse is that I was sitting right at the front, all of us were on the floor with our legs crossed, just like in primary school.

We were about to be on a two week holiday break when we received a list of the homework we had to do. The amount of holiday homework was ridiculous and was a lot more than what I actually received in real life in year 12. In the dream later on, it felt like I was on holidays but at the end of week 1, that's when we were returning to school. I freaked out because I hadn't done any of the set tasks. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 307 B - Catch Up To The Boys
This dream started off like a false awakening. I woke up in the morning and got out of bed, expecting the typical Sunday morning breakfast of sausages mustard and bread. I stood around the corner of the bench, talking to my brother. I said to him something like, “you haven't seen your friends in a while. Are you going to arrange to see them sometime soon?”. He told me that they already arranged to meet up in the city at 10:00 AM this morning.

As soon as I heard him say 10:00 AM, I freaked out. I wanted to go with them and it was already past 10:00 AM. My brother then actually disappeared from my sight without reason and so now it was assumed that he was well in the city and I was stuck at home. I knew my parents wouldn't take me and so I was well and truly imprisoned in my own home. Eventually though, I feel this strong energy from afar and that's when the dream scene proceeds to change.

I am now in my bedroom of my old house and Dreamy WB is in there with me. Her appearance in this dream is the symmetrically parted afro, a black slit dress and black heeled sandals. We sat on the bed for a while and she gave me a massage. Soon after, we got up and proceeded to the kitchen. She said something to me while in the kitchen but I forgot what it was. I was then on a paint program and it actually showed details of my trying to sketch an image of Dreamy WB. I remember drawing the hair so carefully but found it difficult to fill in the sections with the black airbrush. In the paint program, I drew her afro in its asymmetrical parting.

The dream then showed me and Dreamy WB walking next to each other in an unknown suburban environment. I could tell though that we were heading towards the Glen Waverley train station and she was going to accompany me to the city, helping me finally catch the boys. Once again we were talking about something but I forgot what was said. For the last parts of the dream, we never reached the train station; that's when I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 307: Competition Results

307 A
Competition Night: 7
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

307 B
Competition Night: 7
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: 1.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 3.5
Total Accumulated Points: 5.0

I had quite a weird dream last night.

I was talking to my best friend, and she was running through what she was doing for the week.
Then she went; “Friday is private, I won’t be reachable at all,”
This felt super OOC, as she and I always talk and share everything. But yes, that was a very odd dream.

These dream entries are longer than I expected them to be. I hope this means progress. I have a feeling long dreams still won't appear as much though. Hopefully the memorable short ones will still come.

Golden Leaves

I was living with a family who seemed asian. I was the adopted sister I think. The grandmother wearing a traditional comfortable outfit, lime green and yellow, entered the room and told my sister that the plane flight was ready for her so that she could escape and that her father would be picking her up soon. She replied with an "okay, thankyou Grandma"than stepped out the door. It made me feel unwanted to have to stay behind so I crawled onto my bed feeling disappointed.

But than for some reason someone began drawing in the living room. This inspired me to finish my art project. I took a paper and brush and began painting what seemed like an orange tree or bamboo stalk. Than I got an epiphany and decided that golden leaves would fit perfectly. As i stroked the page with yellow paint leaves began to form kind of like they were growing on the page. When i felt it was complete enough to take a look i pushed the golden leaf stalk out of the page by feeling myself pick it up and it manifested. It was pretty tall, almost up to the ceiling but felt like it didn't have much weight to it. I stood it on the second drawer cabinet of a white small plastic table thing than admired the view of it within the room.

After a dream shift I recall being inside a stadium or gym with a crowd of creatures and people all around me.There was a white bat like human pig creature announcing the battle between I and another being was about to start. I lept towards my opponent, knowing I wouldn't hurt them and that it was somewhat a dream but than after two attacks, block and defense moves btw my opponent,somehow it was over.

The announcer than shouted who would like to battle next. I shouted for me next and ignored Gohans attempt to try and battle. But even after I made the puppy dog eyes and fell to the floor the announcer said no and picked someone else. Knowing that the battle didn't mean much in the end and that I had, had my go, I decided to leave the stadium.

I was now in a huge school yard and remembered that I had to go to class. Once I ran up the steps, I saw someone order a robot to roll up the stairs. It was working on electricity and as I was going to class I heard others asking the guy questions. I began to ponder about them as I sat in the classroom till it felt like evening or late afternoon. I walked down knowing I was wearing a white shawl with my short white dress. But by the time I was outside it was gone. I ran back inside with someone who said they would accompany me but when we reached the classroom the building began to shake.

A villain had attached a detonator to the school. Knowing those around me had powers, including I, I jumped out the small rectangular window and ran as far as I could from the detonation area. As I ran I saw a girl holding a baby and began to feel like i wish i could hold the baby but than i continued to walk towards the inside school garden, where light shone above the circular/dome glass.

Next the dream shifts an I'm at my old house room. I see a rat on the floor and a girl's voice points it out. Than the rat becomes bigger and changes into a short black dog with a purple scarf. A man who looks like my old middle school social studies teacher walks in than snatches the dog."you can't see her anymore" he says than leaves. "That's not right.Don't worry, ill get her back for you". I'm fully lucid now and step out the room to see the living room is dimly lit. I stay put than feel a dark energy form as wind begins to push me back. "No way, im going back because of you!" I shout. Suddenly after focusing my view more I see a short dark shadow who looks like a stick figure alien with angular points for hands and wobbly arms. He pushes more dark energy my way.

I step back than try manifesting light blue energy balls but it doesn't work. I try a boomerang as well but it didn't pop up. So than I go for my last weapon. Words and music. I sing a song hoping it'll change the shadows mood,( as if it was mermaid
melody lol)The shadow slightly shifts than is out of my view as I step back further. I no longer feel him. I think this was the time I looked to the bed and saw someone with holes on their back and a smiley face. I tried to heal it but couldn't. They seemed fine though.


Acceptance Vs Expectation

I was in a apartment where people had gathered for a party when suddenly a invisible figure grabs me by the hand and begins to show me the way.
I become lucid thinking that my intent to summon Dawn worked when I notice he walks me into a restaurant."I don't feel like eating dream food so why are we here? Can't we just sit down?" I think as I look at the people in formal dresses and the red carpeting. He than sits me down and I begin to ponder if he is not Dawn but has the other dream guide's personality. I see an outfit form than that looks like a light purple pants and tucked in collar shirt. But still no face. They than sit next to me and give me a hug. I hug them back but surprisingly they start blowing in my face softly. I don't know why but I begin to giggle for some reason. And as they laugh next to me, they than decide to blow harder till I'm pondering why they are doing such a thing. When they stop I see their form change and they become more muscled with blue hair that reminds me of Eye. I tell them to stay next to me and observe as scratches appear all over them. Seeing this as a opportunity to heal someone I manifest a cream ointment (ignored the lotion name on it) by asking it from someone. They hand it to me and I ask if I can put it on who I thought was Dawn. But as they touch their scratch they say no and seem like they are just relaxing within whatever form they are in.

After waking up from that dream I came to realize that I really am expecting many stuff from my guides and in order for me to see true forms I need to be balanced and push aside my expectations and let in acceptance.

Nothing much happened Day 52. For some reason, the Balloon Trip theme comes to my head whenever I think of that day. It could link to some fragment, but I'm not quite sure.


Day 53:

Fell asleep at: 12:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:42 AM


Dream 64: Sadly No N64 References...

I'm exiting from my Art ll class, headed towards and out of the cafeteria, when my friend Ace stops by. Our exchange was...awkward, to say the least. It's been a while since we talked and I just wanted to extend the conversation. No matter what I did, she and I always just acknowledged each other awkwardly throughout.

She brings me to a table of several of her friends. I don't remember what they were talking about for the most part (Something about role playing? Idk). I left shortly after that.

Some stuff happened and someone said my theme song is Candy Dulfer's 'Lily Was Here'.

In the next dream me and a group of people were desperately trying to escape a house to get away from a homicidal maniac. I tried the back door leading to the garden (now I realize the layout was from the place my family used to live) but it was blocked by plastic. The other people near me immediately gave up and started looking for another way, but I kept tearing at the plastic until I could open the door. But then for some reason, I went back into what is the kitchen in real life, and together with another person, attacked the homicidal maniac. The killer was a woman, and I think she wore white face paint. She did not expect her victims to fight back. I stabbed her multiple times, and shot her with my gun. Even after she was down, I kept shooting.

Well, it is sort of a recurring dream, but some parts of it change. I have dreams where I am a mother and I have a baby in my arms and I sing the baby to sleep. There is always a lot of emotion/love in the dream, and I know I am the mother of the child, but the rest of the details tend to change.

In this dream I was sitting in my dad's chair, which is too big for me (I am actually pretty tall, but my dad owns this huge reclining chair where only he can touch the ground, he is 6'4"/194 cm). I am wearing a light blue dress/night gown sort of thing. I am holding a baby girl in my arms and I know she is my daughter. She starts crying so I rock her in my arms and start humming Epona's song from the Legend of Zelda. Usually my hearing is not spectacular in dreams, but in these dreams I always hear the singing or humming very clearly, and this sounded very much like the music in the game. Maybe I have perfect pitch in my dreams .

If someone is really curious what it sounds like:


As I hum it the baby quickly stops crying and then slowly starts smiling. Then, after about a minute or so, she falls asleep. The hardest part to describe is the feeling. One of the greatest feelings of love. When the baby starts smiling I just experience joy. The dream is too short, and I want her to be real .

I was on a moving platform made of snow with a bunch of other people. There was something about being stuck on it. There were some other parts I forgot. I was at <<Personal Info>>and there was something else to do with my Mom and Dad.

Then I remember folding up this clothing thing which had six limbs. It was like my grey fleece but with six limbs. I was connecting the end of one of the leg parts with one of the arm parts and criss crossing them. I dropped something and started to say the F word like “ffff…” but then changed it to “fffffind it.” <<Personal Info>> was like, “good save.” <<Personal Info>>

There was a part where my sister and I were kids. My Dad moved back from a chair and my sister took the chair. I stood at the table next to my sister’s chair.

Then there was a guy saying how <<PERSONAL INFO>>has everyone shut in. He wants to save the world from <<PERSONAL INFO>>. There seems to be a limited amount of time to say good bye to everyone. The guy kneels down in front of a woman and says “Malmsteen”. I felt like I was watching King of Queens. It was kind of random. But it made me go listen to some Malmsteen the next day.

I woke up from those and thought through them. At first I had one more scene in mind, but it was gone. Before I woke up, there was some music playing within the dream. It was funny when I woke up and at first I was like, “Hey, the music turned off. Oh! I was just dreaming.” And then remembered to think of my dreams.

I had trouble falling asleep AGAIN and so that was just that. I drifted to sleep just a little and had a tiny dream that I got on my voice recorder. Then, eventually got back to sleep on my diagonal front.

This time was interesting. I was dreaming of being at <<Personal Info>>again. <<Personal Info>> <<Personal Info>>So, then, there was another part of that dream. I was in the living room. My Dad was there and he kind of scared me. There may have been some domestic violence in the dream. I was trying to turn a T V off, but it wouldn’t turn off. My Dad came into the living room and I felt scared. It occurred to me that this was a dream. His teeth looked different, and I just got the sense it was a dream. I’m not sure if my Dream Dad did it, but I felt my face pressed into the couch, and heard a voice talking to me. I knew it was a dream, so I was thinking of how I could defend myself. But so far, I wasn’t really feeling threatened. Now that I look back, I was feeling my body sensations from the way I was laying in the bed, but the dream was making a story that went along with it.

The dream transitioned to where I was in my physical bed, but in sleep paralysis or “the phase”, hearing this deep male voice that seems kind of familiar. Familiar only from other voice phenomena, not waking life.

The voice was saying some things that were threatening mostly. I forgot any of the exact words. But I remember laying there feeling like this voice was going to haunt me every night and have me stuck in sleep paralysis for hours.

I felt like I might be able to enact some dream power at any time I wanted. But I let the voice finish, and just tried to relax, and listen. I remember seeing some visuals. But when the voice was done, it asked me to reply. I tried to speak, and it was very strained, due to the paralysis. I forced out the words, “I love you.” The voice was like, “What?!” and I repeated, “I love you,” In the muffled way that it came out with my 90% paralyzed vocal chords. Then I was released, back into my physical bed. I guess that was an interesting response on my part. I didn’t have that planned. But usually embracing these things seems the healthiest to me, however hostile they seem to be. It would have been cool if I had remembered the words, or better yet, had my voice recorder on, to see if it picked it up as an Electronic Voice Phenomenon. I believe it could be recorded as E V P, but the spookies will never come when my recorder is on!

I got back to sleep after recording those, not too shaken up. I’ve had this at least 10 times before where I hear voices in sleep paralysis.

I had a dream that’s on my voice recorder but it’s not coming off the top of my head now.

My last dream was kind of a sequence. I dreamed of this side scroller video game. It was really cool but I couldn’t remember the details. Bummer, dude. Then, there was a part with my immediate family. My Dad and Sister were going out to a barbecue thing. My Mom and I were staying home. <<Personal Info>>I remember hiding behind my desk as my Dad was leaving, so he wouldn’t see me.

Then there was this live stream about lucid dreaming. My friend <<PERSONAL INFO>>was late. They were saying how he signs up, but never comes to it.

Then it was this scene of a guy who had bought this boat and was driving it around this snowy place. I rememember it was covered in snow. And he was walking around in the snow.

Then he went to find a bathroom. There was someone in the bathroom. When he got to go in, it turned out the previous guy had left his binders in the bathroom, vertical on the wall. So he gave them back. <<Personal Info>>These red things were all around that looked like the armor on Groudon’s back. We are throwing some sand around. The Groudon armor stuff pertained to some kind of interdimensional beast like a Giratina. So then the dream showed this monster being held still by some electromagnetic force. The people controlling the force said how that isn’t even enough to destroy the beast. It barely subdues it. They had the thing on its back. Then they amplified it even more and this yellow orb of electromagnetic energy appeared over the beast. The beast went into convulsions and I assume it died from that. I actually think this was pretty violent and sad. If I was lucid, I definitely would have tried to stop them. Surely a more humane arrangement could be reached.

Somewhere in there, I was yelling at some land scapers for making too much noise. But instead of gas blower noise it was electrical noise. They had electrical equipment on the bed of their truck.

That was all that came off the top of my head. I wonder what, if anything, will get me sleeping normally again. But that voice phenomenon was definitely scary on some levels. Maybe a part of me knew that would come to me if I slept, so it resisted sleep. I think having too intense of dream experiences of sleep paralysis could cause a subconscious sleep resistance. Actually I heard about some really bad nightmares other people had, of being tortured in dreams, and feeling everything, the previous day. So, that would definitely cause me to not want to go to sleep! And that’s how I think lucid dreaming could potentially help people (or just me) overcome insomnia. If insomnia is caused by sleep resistance from a fear of night mares, then building lucid, dreaming skills would be something that helps the person feel confident that when they go to sleep, they will be able to handle their dreams. I don’t know if I ever got that night mare talk as a kid, telling me that if I dream about that night mare feeling, I can become lucid. So I probably need to give myself that talk and say that its safe to sleep. And its important too because facing those dream challenges is part of life. And even if we do get a bad dream experience, it will make us stronger the next time. And there is so much more we will experience than just night mares. So on one level, I want to dream, but on another level, I’m scared to dream.
<<Personal Info>>

Date of Dream: SAT 7 APR - 2018



Dream No. 306 - You Don't Need Her

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my old house but I forgot specifically what I was doing. I ended up winning a prize for something which was a nearly front row ticket to this guy's concert... It was a singer that I haven't heard of in real life but I have forgotten his name. The ticket was for about the first three of four rows in and the seat number was 100... So it must have been C100 or D100.

It was either my parents or brother asking me when the concert was and the ticket said that the concert was from 9:00 PM to 1:00 AM. The dream scene then changed to the nearby location of the concert which was somewhere in the US, although the area looked more like Metropolis from Ratchet and Clank. I was walking around the higher streets of the area when I thought to myself, “Why didn't they give me tickets to the 7:30 PM concert? I actually would have preferred that”.

After that, I found some random people in the US that were supposedly going to look after me and be my temporary guardians while I was away from my parents; these people did look very welcoming and friendly. I have forgotten their identity and appearances though. We went for some clothes shopping and I told these people that I like vintage clothes.

We went into this massive vintage clothing store and looked at all the dresses that were on the racks. There was this Asian couple that were working at the counters and they helped us with purchasing a dress. The people I were with suggested I buy the dress one way but then the Asian people at the counter said they could make the transaction so that it was in Australian currency. It took a while but the transaction was finally sorted and although the dress wasn't in my hands, it would be shipped to Australia within a few days.

I then continued by myself, without anyone with me. I walked out of another entrance of the shop and found out that it was this whole complex, almost like some high quality, rich man's' house. It was the library that I ended up heading into next and that's where there was an entire crowd of Asian people, all ages. At this point in time, I wanted to summon Dreamy WB. Especially to the kids in the vicinity, I was trying to show them how to summon Dreamy WB.

No matter how hard I tried and how enthusiastic I looked, she wasn't appearing and the people were becoming bored. I even thought to myself “hang on, why isn't this working?”. I tried the same method numerous times and then I changed it into something different... Still, no results. Now the people were getting very disinterested and some were even walking away altogether, so I decided that it was time for me to leave.

I ended up back outside in the Metropolis-like landscape. As I was walking along one of the pathways, most fascinatingly, Jesus appears and has his hair a dirty brown, very wavy and he has his beard long but neatly placed. He is wearing an all white robe, there is glowing white around him and he is semi-physical, semi-hologram. He floats in one position and says to me “you don't need her”. I ended up replying most sincerely as I could; “But I need her for a skill-set” and then I walked further down the pathway.

I came across this tiled dock area that looked out onto a small body of water, very well laid out like an area in Ratchet and Clank. Nothing was happening but after a few seconds, these random unidentifiable dream characters came up and started throwing large fireballs at me. I was shaking in my boots while trying to dodge them, getting behind some plant pots or the front ledge if I could. I then exclaimed to myself, “If this is what the end of the world feels like, I don't like it!”.

Just then, a middle aged Asian lady came running towards me with a book in her hand. She said something to me, hinting that the community are sorry for their rudeness and that they took the effort to take in what I was talking about. Then she recited something out of the book; that's when Dreamy WB started to appear into the dream. But when she was fading in, I was fading out and that's what eventually led to me ultimately waking up. I did manage to catch Dreamy WB's appearance though; her skin and facial features were accurate, her hair was down straight, she wore a shiny black silky satin camisole and she had these massive silver hoop earrings... The dream camera was only showing her top half while I was in the waking up process. She was pleasantly smiling.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 306: Competition Results

Competition Night: 6
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: Jesus & 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: 2.5
Total Accumulated Points: 3.5

Had a very vivid dream ,where I could speak in rhymes with ease. I walked through a park where was statues and buildings of different periods of human history.

I was really relaxed and had a good mood.

Well, I had some really vivid and eventful dreams last night. But I woke up with such brain fog that it was difficult to recall them well. I did the best I could though. I had difficulty sleeping the last few nights, which might have made me extra tired. My sleep quality really has to be very good for me to get ideal dream recall. So when my sleep suffers so does my dreaming practice. However, sometimes my sleep quality is just beyond my control.

My first dreams had a scene with aliens coming. I tried to hide in a tent, thinking they wouldn’t get me in there. <<personal info>>I have more from these on my voice recorder.

The next set of dreams was cool. When I tried to recall it though, my brain was total mush. I remember my Dad talking with a police officer. The police man said that I had got in 6 accidents that year, indicating various places on the floor of my car. I was like, oh, man, 6 accidents? That was a lot. (Not a waking life circumstance.)

Then I remember being in this room with all these red people. Their appearances kind of morphed as time went on. Everyone was eating tons of meat. I started to talk about how it hurts animals, and someone told me not to talk about that here. The big boss of the red guys turned to me. He had big pokey bull horns and his skin glowed orange and red. He was eating lots of meat. I think this might be the part of my consciousness where I have demonized, to some extent, the consumption of animal products, and buried any desires to consume animal products. But yesterday when I researched choline, I kind of wished I could eat egg yolks, red meat, and dairy, so that probably came up in my dream. Wow, that was a good interpretation.

Then there was this part where I was climbing up a ladder. <<personal info>>was talking to me about how I don’t drink alcohol. I was like, I don’t smoke, either. But he was like, just because you smoke, doesn’t mean you’re okay. I continued climbing the ladder. Other people were climbing up the wall alongside the ladder. The guy to my right couldn’t get himself up from the wall to the floor at the top. It was easy for me with the ladder, since I had good footing, but he didn’t. I pulled myself up using something on the floor and said I would help pull him up, too. I could really feel how he was stuck there, couldn’t get all the way up the wall, but couldn’t really climb back down, either. I wonder what that means.

Okay so then, I got up there, and helped him, I think. And there were all these mattresses. I had one on the far right. But another person kind of took it from me and tried sleeping in it. I couldn’t see why I was any more entitled to a mattress than them, so I was like, fine. But eventually I was like, hey, that mattress was supposed to be mine. And they agreed.

<<personal info>> yelled something out loud to warn the “weed smokers”, one of whom was <<personal info>>The red demon boss guys didn’t want anyone smoking weed I guess. <<personal info>>voice was really loud. Much louder than anyone elses could go.

I remember a part in there of being on this boat. I was calculating some numbers in my head, for how long something should take. Then I thought I shouldn’t have done that, because now it would feel like forever. But if I hadn’t known how much time was remaining, I would make it through a little easier.

Someone was working on a jacuzzi thing, and I threw something metal into it. They were mad because it could have exploded or messed everything up. I was like, sorry. Someone threw something metal down the ladder before that could have hurt someone, too.

Then I was back in that setting from before with the mattresses, only on the lower floor again. People were at tables. I found that I could fly by sort of wiggling in the air. But I didn’t know it was a dream. I figured flying had just become possible. It wasn’t too extreme, either, in terms of speed or distance. It was just a very simple wiggle in mid air that would get me another foot of movement in any direction. There was no anxiety involved in the flying. Actually, this may have been a fulfillment of my request for a flying school in my dream. If I can remember this flying technique when I get lucid, it might be something I could practice consciously.

So I flew around some tables and talked to some people. Then there was a part where I was telling my sister I had a Dream Induced Lucid Dream. When I woke up, though, I couldn’t recall having had a Dream Induced Lucid Dream. Maybe I just thought I did, within the dream. <<personal info>>

Then I was going around near where a class was beginning. Some teachers asked me to get the pail from the other room. I had been telling lots of people about the dream I just had, not knowing it was still a dream! I felt like as I told more people about my dream, more details of it even came to mind, which was nice. It surprised me that people were willing to listen to my dream stories. Maybe this was my dream telling me a way to boost my dream recall. But I can’t think of any people in my nearby area that would listen to me talk about my dreams. I have wanted to start a local lucid dreaming club at the local library though.

So then, I went to the room where they told me to get the pail. But instead I just leaned on one of the desks to write my dream. It felt really hard to wrap my head around the dream, probably because I was still using my “dream brain”. I was also scared that I’d get in trouble for doing my own thing, and not promptly returning to the class. For a lot of this dream, it felt like I was being watched. Like that red demon boss guy was running a tight ship and we all had to do what he said, or we’d get in trouble. So in a lot of these scenes I felt fear of disobeying.

Then, there were these people that came through and put up camping signs. The corridor became the walking path near the stream at <<personal info>> where I walked the previous day. They were a group of non dualists. Their non dualism was symbolized in a wooden plank they put leading from the dirt path, to the stream. Before, the stream came up to this dirt wall that dropped steeply off a few feet down to the stream. So it was like a cut off, either you fall a few feet off the path into the stream, or you are dry and on the dirt path. But the non dualists put a little ramp that led into the stream, I guess signifying that it wasn’t all black and white. It seemed so significant and wise. It also seemed dangerous to me at the same time. As if they didn’t judge it as wrong for someone to fall into the stream. Or if their ramp caused someone to slip. It also made me realize that there is no railing protecting people from falling in the stream there, and someone could get hurt. The image sticks out very clear in my mind. I guess in my waking life, it could relate to looking at the gray area of things, instead of all black and white. Instead of being all the way in the stream (all bad) , or all the way on land (all good), I could be somewhere on the ramp.

So then I woke up and recorded those. I felt like there was a whole nother round of dreams in there that I missed, but, my brain was too foggy. I wonder if choline will help “fix” this brain fog problem I get some nights. But maybe it is more of a belief system thing.

The next dreams I remembered started at <<personal info>>field. I saw that there were still plastic eggs all over the place from the Easter Egg hunt. There was one that looked like it had 3 segments, instead of two. And some smaller ones. I shook them and it seemed to have stuff in it. Candy, I guessed.

I worried that the grounds keepers would mow the lawns and break up all those plastic eggs into a million pieces. So I got my grabber to clean them up. This actually makes a lot of sense and I might go to the Arboretum soon to check into that.

While I was out on the field, I saw the grounds keeping guys out on the vehicles. It seemed like they were just about to mow. Then, <<personal info>>and some other people came over to where I was. <<personal info>>We walked somewhere, over some wooden walk ways, and to a steep grassy hill. It had been day time before, but now it was darker out. We were at a brick dorm building. There were some flashing green lights in there, like the people were partying. <<personal info>>also made appearances. They said that I shouldn’t go any closer because the flashing green lights indicated that the people in there were using P C P. I slid down the hill anyway and we all went inside.

It was a party being held by a small hockey team. Not the school’s main hockey team but more of an intramural team. I wasn’t allowed in but I don’t remember why. Maybe because I wouldn’t drink alcohol or because I wasn’t on the hockey team. I was talking to <<personal info>>outside, and on the phone, helping them talk to one of their friends. I tried to suggest that some people come back to the field with me, because it is sunny, and it will be much nicer. But they said they didn’t want to, because they can’t drink on the field. I was like, you don’t need to drink! Being at the Arboretum will feel better than drinking. I mentioned how I hadn’t drink alcohol in 5 years. Then, I felt bad, because I exaggerated. Really, its more like 4 years and 2 months. <<personal info>>It seemed I would be going back to the Arboretum alone. What does it mean? Maybe that my choice to live a healthier or “more conscious” life style has made me kind of isolated from a lot of people my age. I guess I felt left out. That was the feeling. A feeling of feeling left out. Or I felt like I had a lot to offer, but the people who I was trying to share with, weren’t interested. <<personal info>>might also have been there. I remember some people going up stairs to the party.

At the front of the house, some girls gave me a packet with a green cover. It was about joining the hockey team or contributing. One of the guy’s names was “Eguardo” or “Eduardo” but he looked like someone from High School whose name I forgot. It also showed the team’s cheer leaders on the pages. <<personal info>>Then I was at a desk, deciding whether to throw out the pamphlet, or just store it somewhere. The thing was, they told me I could only ever have one pamphlet. They will never give me another. So if I lose it, I have no chance of ever being part of their hockey club thing. Part of me was like, Charles, you will never join that hockey club thing. Just throw it out. Another part of me was like, Charles, just hang on to it. What if you want to join one day? Just stuff it in a drawer somewhere. I have that kind of indecisiveness with a lot of things. Also I guess it has to do with wondering if I should let go, and burn a bridge, or keep my options open. At the desk, I remember I had 2 pairs of khaki pants, one kind of darker than the other. And a pair of boxers. I was trying to hide them underneath a seat cushion.

On my way back to the field, the path seemed to have changed. The wooden bridges were different. I also flew again, but it seemed more like I slipped and fell, and ended up flying through the air. I was about to land on a wooden bridge, and I feared it would be slick, and cause me to slip off it into the river below, once I landed. Like earlier, flying didn’t make me realize it was a dream.

I forgot the rest of that. Something happened when I got back to the field, I think. It’s probably in my voice notes, just not off the top of my head.

I woke from those and recorded them. I had transitioned to sleeping on my diagonal front, which was really comfortable. I was able to drift back to sleep a few times which was great since I lost so much sleep recently.

In one dream, I dreamed that I was attempting FILD! I know it was a dream because my body was flipped over (head where my feet would have been). But I was doing the little finger things as I slipped into sleep, and then wondered, how are you supposed to do an Reality, Check when you’re not supposed to move too much? I think I experienced a dream starting but it freaked me out and I woke back up. But it was all a dream anyway L O L. During that part there was another dream I forgot due to brain fogginess and grogginess. Foggy and groggy!

My last dream was really funny. First I was dreaming about dream journaling all the night’s dreams so far. In the dream, I was drawing the pizzas that had appeared in previous dreams. Wait. There were pizzas in previous dreams? Yes. Rather than go back and add it, I will just say that there was a rectangle shaped pizza with a 2 x 3 grid of red circles on it. And a triangle pizza. And pictures of pizzas on the wall. And a little kid crying about something. But now, back to this dream.

I was drawing the pizza with a yellow highlighter and a red orange color too. <<personal info>>Then I dreamed that I was going to <<personal info>>At the meeting, I was thinking that if anyone tried to be my friend, I would push them away. I hadn’t been there in a while in waking life, so I thought people would look down on me. I sat on the edge of one of the benches, next to a woman and her child. The person in front of me also had a baby over her shoulder, and a picture of a face on the back of her coat or shirt. I figured this must be children’s mass, as I thought about the Sunday schedule. For some reason, I avoided looking at any children.

Here is the funny part. I sat there in the church, and thought to myself, wait, how did I get here? Maybe I’m dreaming. I had my thin black gloves on. I was just about to do a finger palm test, when I thought to myself, “You know, Charles, let’s not get carries away with reality checks. We’ve already done so many today, and so maybe we should cut back a little. This is clearly not a dream anyway.” L O L, can ya believe it? So I sat there, feeling kind of bored. Eventually I got up and walked out the back door of the church. I remember thinking that I should have just stood in the back since I only wanted to stay for a few minutes. I remember walking around the side of the church outside but I am not sure of the rest. Its on my voice recorder, just not off the top of my head.

I wonder why the dream had me dream of going to that church. I haven’t been there in a while in waking life. I think it simulated some of the feelings I would feel after going back after a long time of not showing up, such as feeling judged by others. <<personal info>>Well, that was all I remembered. I thought if I got back to sleep, I’d definitely get lucid, since I was almost lucid that last time. But, I didn’t get to sleep again.

Morning of April 6, 2018. Friday.



This morning, I had a very long series of dream sequences, where nearly everywhere I have lived in my life thus far appeared in one form or another, including several fictional distortions. As usual, each setting was a unique new version. (Out of tens of thousands of dreams studied for over fifty years, no setting has ever appeared more than once in the same way, typically being unique combinations of two or more locations.)

As the sequences were so long and convoluted, I will only focus on certain sections in this entry. (Otherwise it would be far too long, and my entries are often very long as it is.)

The house setting throughout my main dream seems to be a combination of Cubitis (where I have not lived since 1978), the Loomis Street house (where I have not lived since 1994), the King Street mansion (where I lived at different times up until 1993), and the house Zsuzsanna and I and our family presently live; all this and some fictional alterations as is always the case. Additionally, the house setting does not match the location in some scenes and ambiguously varies between Florida, Wisconsin, and Queensland, Australia (which is also typical).

In one scene, the setting seems most like the Cubitis house even though it is implied to be our present address in Australia. Our youngest son is crying and is angry about some sort of robotic toys that are not responding to being shot in the way that had been programmed. I am aware that he had left them at the south end of the Cubitis hall (while the room to our right is like the lounge room of our present home). I tell him that it does not matter, that they are “just toys” and that toys cannot really be heroes. I hold him close and we hug and he says that I am his hero.

In a later scene, I go outside and it mostly seems like the Cubitis backyard. An unfamiliar young girl is present and sitting in high grass with our youngest daughter and youngest son. Looking back at the back of the house, the rendering is incorrect (though my dream self does not regard it as wrong). The area external to where the kitchenette would have been is now implied to be a back porch that I am aware is out from my mother’s room (though as from the Loomis Street house). (The back porch was actually at the south end of the Cubitis house facing the south side yard and the north end our neighbor’s house, though their back porch faced east into their backyard.)

There are at least three unfamiliar people seated on the portico (at least two males and a female), near the window to my mother’s room. (The portico is an unfamiliar fictitious feature.) It takes me some time to realize they are trespassing. Finally, even though they might be our neighbors, I decide to yell at them and tell them they should not be here. “The little woman said we could sit here,” one of males says. I consider that they are trying to imply my mother told them they could sit by her window, which I know is something she would never have said.

I again tell them to leave. They become annoyed and start acting very strangely, and wander quickly about as if they are unsure where they are going. Soon, there are two unfamiliar male police officers present. The unwelcome people go into the house next door. Soon after this, water starts spraying out from the eaves. This causes the police officers to start laughing. The water continues to spray from the house as if it is meant to be an attack, yet has the opposite effect. As the water sprays on me for a time (as well as the officers), I feel more relaxed and cheerful than I had been minutes before.

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Water in my dreams has been a form of dream state induction for over fifty years in representing the essence of sleep, the absence of emotion and waking life focus (as in sensory deprivation tank experiments), and resulting in physical relaxation. Some “interpreters” claim that water “represents emotions” (which might be related to crying, I suspect, though crying is the release of emotions, not the maintaining or augmenting of them). Which emotions? In what way? To what extent? Aside from that, virtually countless commercial recordings use the sound of water, from the roaring ocean, waterfalls, rivers, and so on, to induce sleep or relaxation. Negative dreams relating to water, such as tidal waves or floods are more likely to be a RAS factor that tries to induce sleep when other factors, such as circadian rhythms dynamics, are in conflict. After all, a person is asleep when they are dreaming, not extant in waking life, yet most people do not seem to understand this at all. In some cases, a flood or tidal wave may relate to subliminal concern about being too deeply asleep, which may trigger waking from the emergent conscious side rather than raw RAS. The supposed evidence, more so of the Barnum effect, associated with “water representing emotions” is actually the opposite. If a person is overly emotional in real life, the water might be rendered to calm them down and enter more deeply into the essence of sleep, and some people fear deeper sleep or even relaxation. Drowning on the other hand, would usually relate to incidental sleep apnea or snoring (and one can dream and snore at the same time despite popular myth), which is a biological factor of sleep, not waking life (though many people seem to have zero understanding of the biological and neurological factors of the dream state). Ultimately, when water splashes on me in my dreams, it vivifies my dream and sustains it, causing physical release and relaxation, the opposite of increasing emotions or as a WAF (waking alert factor). Water also represents healing and biological purification (after all, a large percentage of the human body is water - and water is life), but more so as the autosymbolic analogy to the healing nature of sleep and the absence of negative emotions, thus a tidal wave or flood might indicate a sudden increase in glymphatic system function.

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Hey friends, this didn't happen last night but I wanted to record a dream I had in the past that's important to my dream history.

The background is I was very sick when I was about 13 or 14. I had gone to summer camp and came back with swine flu. Not sure if anyone remembers but swine flu had its course of importance a little while back. So, I had this sickness and was in bed or on the couch for a week. I had gone to bed one night at a normal time around midnight and had this interesting experience which tops any nightmare or bad dream I think I've ever had.

Like most dreams it starts with being in another dream before. I was in this giant landscape that had a valley. The valley was inhabited by ropes for old wooden ships. It was a little bit of a game where my vision was changing between these wide spiral structures made from this rope but wasn't more than 30 or so yards off of the ground. I think I was trying to get through the rope in the structures.

It's hard to explain the death dream but I was outside of someone's house and simultaneously in a cave. I know we die in dreams often and it's not really a big deal, sure we are dying and we believe it but it doesn't resonate far into waking reality and it doesn't have much to say about our lives, but this is the only time it was different for me.

I was in a cave with several other people near me, but this dream seemed really important, like me and the people around me were taking part in something important and the feeling was that each of us was nervous and hoping the other would take more responsibility and control of the situation. I haven't been able to feel what other DCs were feeling in dreams, especially not one that was unpleasant, but this time I did. We were all nervous looking around at each other.

The idea of this dream is that there's a boulder falling down onto one single person. That person is experiencing this boulder falling onto them. It's not like a job to hold it up, there's no purpose between the boulder and the person. The first part that made this dream intimidating is that the boulder is somehow simultaneously getting larger and smaller at the exact same time. The boulder is rumbling extremely loudly and shaking the entire cave. The boulder is more of an idea than a physical object getting bigger and smaller in my mind.

Outside of the house, there is an RV camper to the left of me. There's two people in front of me, but the idea is that there's eight people there with us. The main idea is that we have to nominate someone to die out of the eight of us. This is where the death comes in. I can actually feel the chance that I will be chosen and executed. The two people in front of me are busy doing something, but I can feel eight people looking at me like it's my choice who gets killed.

After this, my vision is of this spiral inwards. In the middle is this powerful white laser beam of light. I don't mean a white light I mean this thing could cause anything that touched it to disappear. This was death in the dream. I was at some point in the white laser beam getting blasted. In the dream, I was dying, but I was fighting against it with everything in me. I was not okay with dying. I've been shot in a western shoot-out, I've fallen off a cliff, but I somehow knew I was dying here.

I was at the same time in the cave, the boulder had rolled down a ramp and now above me. I was supposed to carry this boulder that was gaining mass but at the same time getting smaller, but the mass was too heavy and I was struggling. At the same time, I was in this white laser beam at the center of this maelstrom fighting for my life. At the same time I was outside of a house next to an RV getting volunteered to be the one who dies in this one of eight game.

I eventually woke up absolutely drenched in sweat early in the morning. It was still dark. When I woke up, I felt in a way that I had cheated death or somehow saw what it was but avoided it. I got some water and went back to my bed but was absolutely terrified of going back to bed. When I used to pray, I would pray for the normal things. But if I was ever lying in bed and thinking about dreams I've had and that particular death dream came up, I would send a prayer up that would guarantee I wouldn't have that dream ever again.