non-lucid

Here are dreams from 2018-02-17 to 2018-02-18.

First dream. There is a teacher trying to get me to do something which I don't want to do. I don't comply. I am standing in the hallway near my high school gym locker room. Another kid there gets a sandwich from my Dad. I take the sandwich from the kid, saying, "He can't have this food! It belongs to my family!" And I walk out. We are headed to the bus. My Dad is getting on the bus, too. An older woman in the front seat of the bus calls me faulty. I am angry at her and I spit on her. There is this military guy who has come to keep an eye on me because I am "unruly". I sit in a school bus seat on the outside. My friends J R and S H are in the middle and window parts of the seat. I am telling them how it is better I sit with them than sit alone and have some military person sit with me who is on my case. A military guy is sitting behind us. He starts trying to trick me into admitting to things I didn't do. I catch his game and start saying how I would never do such things. He is falsely accusing me. I am talking to J R and S H about how when I use caffeine, my sentences go up on the page. I am writing words in an exponential function shaped line. Then I write a lower case a and there are many words or sentences all branching off of it. I think this is where I woke up from. Earlier in the dream, I remembered there being something to do with Pokemon, vaguely.

There were a few hours when I couldn't sleep. I didn't put on any lights, not even my phone screen or look at a clock. I eventually fell back to sleep and had some dreams. They aren't in perfect order but I will do the best I can.

There were some dreams of some kids on this island thing I forgot most of.

There was one scene where there was this tan couple saying things to each other. The woman was saying her husband is away. Then the "dream screen" showed this guy in a river in a boat. He had some red sort of armor on and an inverted triangle shaped red helmet thing. Then some more guys like that appeared in boats. Then the couple was spooning.

In another part I was in a room of where I lived in college. There were dogs and cats in the room with me. I started to notice all of these greenish slugs crawling around. Then the pets were freaking out and I got the sense it was from the slugs. I looked at the ground and saw all these slug spots on the ground. I opened the door and all the pets ran out as fast as they could. I slowly followed them down to room 15. K W and his girlfriend were there. The pets seemed happy with them and they seemed happy to see the pets. They looked directly at me when I walked in with big smiles.

In another scene I was in my room. The context was that I had this expensive almond oil in these bottle things. There was a guy who was my assistant. He was putting oil on house hold objects and clothing, which in the context of the dream was his job. But I told him he was using too much oil, and that he should re use the oil or use it more sparingly. He gave me a funny look.

In another scene I had a lot of pink bubble gum in my mouth. I was trying to hide it from people or something. I blew a huge bubble and it floated me into my Nana's laundry room.

In another scene I was at the local arboretum. There were 6 guys ahead of me wearing dark clothes and walking slow. I wanted to walk faster so I went around them. In a place where there is normally a lot of trees, there were no trees at all, so I was able to cut from trail to trail. I ran accross it. I wondered why there were no trees there but came up with some explanation and didn't see it was a dream. I was writing on my phone after that in my Fii Write app. I was using white font but as I scrolled through I had this cursive blue writing at the bottom.

In another part there was a woman giving me a pass word to something online. Her name was Clare or Claudia or something like that. She gave me a pass word to write down but I didn't get it right. Then she copy pasted a new pass word into my computer that was more complex or randomized letters and numbers. I was wondering why she was giving up her pass word, or if she just gave everyone her pass word.

There was a part where I was driving by my local elementary school. I saw a baby out the window and the baby gave me this look that seemed like the baby wanted me to go over there. So I did. Then I was watching two young kids, myself as a child and my sister as a child, playing games. They were doing some tug of war thing. I remember thinking that the children were happy to be able to just be able to play and eat snacks. Then there was something with a bath kind of with the same dream scene in a way. I was peeing on the drain of the shower floor. There was some bubble bath. I remember the bath turning blue and orange. The whole time I heard my aunt saying how she wanted to cook meat balls, and offering me meat balls. I got out of the bath and saw my hair covering my whole face. It looked funny to me. Then I was brushing my hair with a wide tooth comb and thinking if I wanted my aunt's pasta with meatballs. I was thinking about what kind of processed foods might be in the meatballs and decided not to have any.

In another part of the dream I was in my bed but my dream bed. there was this hanging shelf hanging off my wall with stuff on it. Something about it not being mine or being about to fall. I was looking at my computer monitor. It kept lighting up as these windows on the bottom task bar would emit a diamond shaped thing. Orange colored. I wanted to turn it off but it wouldn't go off. I could get the diamond shapes to stop. Heard people talking.

In the last dream scene, I am at the local arboretum again. It is a sunny day. I am walking along toward what they call turtle island. I am walking over a small isthmus type thing, but I don't know the word that is for an isthmus in fresh water scenarios. Land bridge? Anyway, in waking life, it is a narrow strip of land accross a pond to get to the other side. But in the dream it was a wooden bridge. The arboretum has wooden slat bridges across other parts of the pond or streams. In the back of the arboretum, there are old wooden bridges with one slat missing here and there. Well, in the dream, a wooden bridge was where the land bridge is, and it had a slat missing. So I was walking through there with my phone and then I dropped my phone. It slid in slow motion accross the whole bridge and into the stream through the slat. The stream there is very shallow. I dove after it and got to my knees, reaching my hand down into the mud. I could feel my phone in my hand and then the mud and the water. I thought it was hopeless anyway but I was going to do my best to rescue it. I really started to panic. I thought it was waking life. I started to be like, "This has to be a dream. Please let this be a dream." It was like my worst night mare and I was so sure it was waking life. I just thought saying it must be a dream was like a coping mechanism for my phone breaking. All the thoughts about all the stuff I would lose and how I couldn't afford a new phone right now crossed through my mind. Then I was so surprised when I slowly woke up in my physical bed. That was the first dream where I have ever deliberately woken myself up without even knowing it was a dream. I woke up like, wow, I wish I had just done a finger palm test first.

So there are all my dream memories from last night.

I was in a sunlit room in someone's house, but I was imprisoned.

Someone came to try and free me. In retrospect, I actually don't remember if I was the one imprisoned, or if I was doing the freeing.

But one of us pulled out a certain "safe container", which I can only imagine was supposed to protect us from something. It was a piece of Styrofoam in the shape of a triangular prism. I have a little sketch of it in my physical dream journal.

Then some sort of terrifying creature appeared on the TV. However, it popped out of the TV somewhat, because the creature was real (in the dream world, anyway); it was simply broadcasting itself through the TV. It looked kinda like the Mummy at Universal Studios, but the one from the advertisements, not the real LED-lit one.

It screamed at us in a creepy voice, telling me that I would not be free because it was always watching, or something. No lucidity on my part. Suffice it to say that I was glad to wake up from this one.

Day Five:

Fell Asleep At: 1:15 AM

Woke Up At: 9:00 AM


Dream 02: Images

Same as last night, except I remember even less of this one. Maybe tomorrow will get better.



Day Six:

Fell Asleep At: 1:20 AM

Woke Up At: 10:20 AM


Dream 03: Fragments

I remember playing CTF in Overwatch. The map in question was Ilios an I was playing my main, Lucio, scoring free hits on people by blasting them off the stage.

There was also another dream, but that ended up being swamped by this one.

I have really got to start going to bed earlier. Maybe that's what keeps messing up my recall.

I am near the bar in a restaurant. It looks quite rustic, there are a few people behind the rectangular bar area, one is a lady with long black wavy hair.
There is a sliding door at the back, Japanese style. I sense people behind it and see in my minds eye some people with guns, one has a long rifle.
I use my powers to paralyse the people. I notice that there are more and more people coming in at the back. They do not appear to be soldiers but I take them all to be "the enemy" that is invading this space. I then start sending what look like multiple water balloons up into the sky that rain down on the intruders, paralysing them and then making them disappear.

Date of Dream: SUN 18 FEB - 2018



Dream No. 284 - Ridiculous Contract

The dream started with me being in the Target store at Waverley Gardens Shopping Centre. It was dark in this Target and it was like there was a Christmas display and lightshow going on. In this scene, I was always mentioning how I had a performance coming up at 1:00 PM. When I first looked at my watch, it was 10:00 AM, at least that's how I perceived it in the dream, but the reality was that it was 10 past 12. Then then next time I looked at the watch, I said it was 11:00 AM but it was really only 5 past 12. The 12:00 time was accurate because both hands had to be on the 12, so there was no distortion of time perception.

When it did reach 12:00 PM, I approached a man in the store and told him I had to go. I was at this random place that I knew nothing about in regards to my surroundings. I had gotten there just before 12:30 PM, so I went to find the stage technician who was going to help me set up for my performance. She was some tall, young Indian/Sri-Lankan lady who wore all black. She told me she had the amplifier, PA, mic and DI box but no laptop input. I pulled a short cable out of my back pack but she said that it wouldn't work for connecting to the PA. She did mention though that it could connect to a pre-amp.

I told her I had a pre-amp but it wasn't with me at the moment. I was then in the car with my dad and I was talking to him about the pre-amp. He told me it was still with EW and so that idea was inconvenient. My dad did try to call EW but he said that he still needed it and so I couldn't have the pre-amp any time soon. I was then back at the event, telling the lady that we don't have the pre-amp. That's all of what I can remember for that scene.

The next major scene was at Camelot Rise primary school but it served as all a primary, secondary and tertiary place of education. The first class was a tertiary class, tax revision with JLou. While she was going through the answers with MN, I listened in and independently corrected the work I did. Next, I was with the year 12 cohort, which I was a part of in the dream. Through rumours, I heard that it was Ms L's birthday and so everyone from the year level was lining up at her office to give their wishes.

I was then roaming around the school, seeing what other classes were taking place. I ended up exploring most of the primary school section. While I was in that area, the class teacher of 1/2G was trying to get my attention but when I looked at my watch, I realised I had to get back to the year 12 area for my next class, so I couldn't talk to him. I ended up flying past his classroom and into obscurity.

For a moment I was confident that I was heading back to the year 12 area but the surroundings were just becoming more and more unfamiliar. Soon, I came across a sign that said “Tasmania” and the school grounds were filled with all these hilly mounds of sand, like I was approaching some desert. I only became more and more nervous and when I knew I was truly lost, I started calling for Dreamy WB. For a while, there was no response and the degree of me getting lost was only getting worse.

I called for her a few times, still nothing. So I added a few words onto that. Eventually, I said “Dreamy WB help me I'm lost! I'm going to be in trouble if I don't get back!”. After my last-ditch plea for help, I feel something. I'm not flying myself anymore and rather I become stationary in mid-air. I am then pulled back slightly, and then it starts. I am pulled in a backwards motion really fast, back towards the year 12 area. Over there, I try to find my class but I can't. I ask a few Killester teachers where mine might be and they said to either find Ms Gab. or someone else that I have forgotten the identity of.

I can't find my Killester class teacher anywhere, now walking out of the year 12 area; that's when Dreamy WB comes out of invisibility and into her human form. She had her hair straight and she was wearing a black camisole with black leggings and black canvas shoes. We ended up in the central undercover area and that's when I questioned Dreamy WB about what I should do. We went up to the library but there was no one in there.

Back at the central undercover area, I came up with an idea. I said to her that I was going to make an announcement for the teacher to come and find me. While rehearsing the idea in my head, a paper contract appears in my hands and in bold writing at the top was “Breach of Dream Contract”. I think to myself, “what a stupid preposition. Since when did my dreams have contract conditions?”. I had a good read of what it was and apparently I wasn't allowed to make public announcements to find my teachers. There were then some bullet points of consequences; I remember one being “deduction of K-points”.

I found that contract so stupid that I was frowning and my nose was all screwed up, with my mouth being twisted in a sideways direction. I thought “bull****” as I then passed the contract onto Dreamy WB to read; I wanted her judgement on the situation. She was also pulling her face at the contract and then she told me not to worry about it. So then I decided to go with it and rehearse what I was going to say in the announcement.

I didn't need any PA system or megaphone, apparently I could amplify my voice independently on command. As I took a breath in, the dream started the fading out process on me. During the fade out, I still found the power to rehearse and this is what I said; “Excuse me for this interruption but could the current classroom teacher of Karla B. please make their way to the undercover area and present themselves to Miss W T. Thankyou”. As the dream was just about to end, Ms DeW. is coming up to the undercover area and just as she is approaching the stairs to come down to me and Dreamy WB, I wake up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: THU 15 FEB - 2018



Dream No. 283 - A New Menace

I don't remember much of this dream. It was night time and I was in a 2D version of Paris based on the Sly games but the platforming style was like Mario vs. Donkey Kong. Sly was also roaming around but he wasn't a significant character. What was significant was a menacing 3D figure in the 2D background. It was Clockwerk and his eyes were a really bright yellow. He was really close as it eyes were locked onto me, watching my every move. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

1) I was on dream views and sent a message to jadegreen. He than sent a message back and others chimed in. I don't recall what it was about though.

[Semi lucid]
2) Thinking about jade's dream book idea than thought about Dawn. The setting changed to a dessert and there was a character with long light blue hair who was considered human blocking Egyptian soldiers. He than was killed and possessed. After that he transformed to a half human/demon becoming Dawn. That's when the side characters popped up and one that was round and purple was convinced to go on the good side. He than shouted he would no longer commit "mamification".

3) I'm at my house and an old high school friend of mine was present. He was with two other guys and I thought he was my cousin. Randomly he was harassing me with two other guys so I pushed them back and went to the backyard.

There I came across my brothers, my past bff and found a young cat sitting near a tree. It than jumped up out of no where and pounced at me. I dodged and than it came across a kitten and another cat. They were getting to know each other.

4)Three guys are in a room and two introduce another white dog to their friend. They call it a beagle but the dog looks too big to be a beagle. They have a brown small dog and another as well but their friend is not too excited. I hug the white dog because its sooo cute. Than I stop to wonder if what I'm doing is ridiculous.


Notes:I hugged my past dog Max when he was alive. I miss him now.>. <

Created Saturday 17 February 2018

Got quite a bit to note, including two DILDs.

Scrap Group 1
Repeated dreams. I think these were horror themed, and set in a forest.

Reading other member's journals in DV. Noticed someone mentioning getting in a fight with my guide, E (or a character with a similar name), who'd apparently used moths to attack.

Watching King of the Hill. There was a roadkill squirrel by the neighborhood lot. Hank goes off to get supplies to clean it off. When he returns, he found that it'd already been removed. Bill later reveals having cooked and eaten the carcass.

Dream 1 - February 2018 TOTM Bonus Task

Scene 1 - Beware of Duck
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was going down a dirt road in a wetland forest, a silver blue sky above. A Dwarf Fortress styled interface occupied my viewpoint from below, along with a like-styled ASCII mini-map.

That might've explained why I thought it a good idea to grind my fighting skills by wrestling with some wildlife. At a nearby puddle, I took hold of several Muscavy ducks, and pinned them to the ground. After a few minutes, one of my fingers started feeling unusually itchy. I looked at my right hand, only to find a bloody stump where my ring finger should be. Scrolling through the message log revealed that a duck was indeed responsible. Stunned, I cleaned the wound in the puddle, and reeled away. Once the bleeding stopped, I resumed fighting, if a bit more carefully. And yet, I ended up promptly losing another finger, my middle finger specifically. I hurried to a nearby river to clean the injury best I could. Thinking of having previously done as much with murky water made me gravely concerned of a potential infection. The map showed a mess of blood in the stream and the surrounding dirt, though it wasn't anywhere near as bad in my natural viewpoint.

Anyway, I thought it best to rest under a tree for a while. Some time later, I noticed various strange messages, each stating something like "your stomach is digesting itself." Was I starving? Did the bleeding cause this hunger? Hurredly, I wandered off further down the road via the fast travel menu, and stopped at a fork. There were several passerby's, but I ignored them. The ASCII mini-map revealed berries growing near a tree, which, much as in DF, were in infinite supply. I snatched an armful of the fruit, and chowed down. Also like in DF, I had to go in and out of fast travel to eat enough to satiate myself.

Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - I Can See the Writing on the Walls
The visuals were dim and slightly blurred. I was in the hallways of an unknown structure, a place illuminated by weak lights. I soon arrived at a widened space crowded with people. Among the guests was my brother, Jose, who went off elsewhere. I later encountered Herbert, an old friend of mine. As I greeted him, I realized the dream, and told him as much.

Things immediately deteriorated into a void. Unphased, I thought of TOTMs, and recalled the truth spell task. After forming a white energy ball between my hands, I whispered "truth". Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, before I was suddenly dragged around by a mysterious force. A stone wall then materialized beside me, scrawled completely with engraved words. Among the mess, I noticed my maternal grandma's name, along with several vague messages, though I couldn't make any sense of these. Further away, another wall formed. There were several posters there, including an ad for tuna fish, though none of that seemed pertinent. I glanced back at the construction beside me, where I found an opened red greetings card not too far off. This depicted a mediocre anime-esque drawing of two figures chatting. On a message box above them was text scribbled in crayon. As I was pulled near it, I snatched the card. It read as followed:

"Your days are nigh; as you read this, another day goes by."

Hmm... "Time is short", right? I got the message.

Not too clear what else occurred until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Buzz Buzz Dreamer

Unwitting, non-lucid void transition. Between random thoughts, a clear scene began to form. I was then floating around on my back down a road. Ahead and to the right of me was swamp land. A bit further ahead and to my left was a two-story shopping plaza. First facility in sight was a Peruvian cafe. On the upper level was a large donut shop, flashing in neon and evoking a gaudy 50's retro design. Intrigued, I floated towards there, when I got lucid. Furthermore, I started shrinking uncontrollably. Anyway, I slid through the balcony's railing, but was prevented from going further than that. I then noticed someone else passing by, a plain-looking light haired woman with shades, a blue smock, and black tights. For the heck of it, I formed insectile wings on my back, and, while flying upright, started buzzing around her. This quickly irritated the woman, who swatted at me in futility. She later took off her shades to glare at me, when she suddenly whipped her tongue out at me like a frog, almost catching me off-guard.

Things destabilized and ended shortly afterwards.

Scrap Group 2
Vague memories of being in a school.

Dream 3 - Trap Block

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was running around on the floor of a giant bedroom, where I was given the form of the original NES Super Mario. Jose was there as well, as Luigi. There were a bunch of Super Mushrooms and Fire Flowers just lying around, which we picked up. I jumped on the bed frame, where I strike a hidden block. This somehow transforms my brother into Bowser. The "screen's" borders suddenly closed in on my sides, and I couldn't jump higher or down either. Likewise, Jose, in his new form, couldn't leap high enough to reach me. We were effectively stuck.

I woke up soon afterwards.

I am in what seems to be a dorm room set up for three people, although there are only two of us living there. Above the doorways, I can see red text continually scrolling by, which is then replaced by new text—records of conversations, it seems. On the walls, there are a few posters, different pictures, but all with the words “conserve merriment” at the bottom. This is a reference to something familiar to the person I am in the dream. I walk from the room where I am to the one where my flatmate is sitting.

He/she—this person seems rather androgynous, and the dream itself offers no clues—wants to know if I’m interested in going to do something with him/her. I reflect that I do seem to have been learning more from the things I spend my free time doing than from my actual classes. But I still feel reluctant. It has to do with things I experienced before getting here, I tell my flatmate. In a way, it’s like I’m telling about everything that’s happened to me up until now, but all compressed into a sentence or two—a lifetime spent as a fugitive, never being able to stay in any one place for long, just one bad thing after another.

And then he/she replies: “Is that all?” And actually, when you put like that, it really doesn’t seem so bad. Sure, I guess I’ll go to your thing.

We then talk for a bit about the place we’re at, which is called Campa Piri, and another place I can’t remember the name of now. Then I find myself reading a transcript of the conversation rather than experiencing it. I glance a bit further on, where we’re talking about yet another nearby place called Stone Sway and joking about how it totally sounds like a double entendre. And at that point, I wake up.

In the next dream of the night, I also seem to be a different person—a young boy staying at a large house with a group of other people, all adults, apparently. There was a lot that happened in the early parts of this dream that I can no longer remember, but it seemed to involve finding some kind of special thing in this house—I want to say it was a book, but I’m not entirely sure, and so from here on out it will be known as the MacGuffin.

We are all preparing to leave, and it seems that my uncle—my actual uncle, the only familiar person in this dream—is going to be taking the MacGuffin back with him. I don’t like this: I think that it would be better off in the hands of literally anyone else in the world, and it really ought to stay in the house here. But he’s intent on it and, as usual, impervious to arguments.

He’ll also be taking all the paintings that were in the dining room. It’s a wood-paneled room with a long, wooden table in the middle of it, and pretty much all the space on the walls was taken up with paintings, which illustrated various stories. But now he has them stacked in a closet there, ready to be taken out to the car. I’m not happy about this either. I tell him that he wouldn’t have the space to hang them up, and they’d probably just sit in his house, not even properly stored. He claims he’ll hang them up, but I don’t believe him. What strikes me as particularly unfair about this is that it was only by means of the paintings that we had managed to understand the MacGuffin’s true nature and gain possession of it—possibly from some dark sorcerer type, but that’s also escaped my memory. If the paintings aren’t available, the MacGuffin may never be able to make its way into the hands of someone more suitable in the future.

But then it occurs to me—I can make sure the paintings never make it to his house. There are many people here who also feel this isn’t right, and with their cooperation, we can have the paintings mysteriously back on their walls. Maybe we can spook him into returning the MacGuffin. I pull someone aside to tell them my idea, and pretty soon, the plan is ready to be put into action. But we need a diversion so we can get our hands on the paintings.

It’s announced that I’m going to be talking about a painting in a nearby room, and so everybody—minus a few co-conspirators—files in and sits down in rows of chairs. I have the painting there at the front of the room: a fairly small one of a winter scene with trees. I begin talking. I am a kid and don’t know a thing about painting, but I confidently B.S. my way through it.

Just as I’m explaining how the branches of the trees in the painting are reminiscent of the branches of knowledge, continually reaching out and producing new shoots, an older man with short, white hair stands up and approaches me. He is a professor of art history, and he thinks that the branches are nothing of the sort. I tell him that that’s what one of my philosophy professors had said about them. I definitely have the impression that he, too, is in on it, and that this, too, is part of the diversion.

Once I’m done, we head out towards the door. This requires us to pass through the dining room, which I had forgotten about, but I see that the walls there are still bare. That’s good—right now, it’s still too early. But I’m sure the paintings will be back up once everyone’s gone through.

16.2.18

Morning of February 17, 2018. Saturday.



Dream Series: The Experience of Prescience, the Inexplicable Dream State Phenomenon. Part 2

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In the first part of my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and our family are living back on Barolin Street in Australia (though the house has not been there for years). My dream self does not perceive this as incorrect (as usual). We are all in the living room at first. Zsuzsanna’s brothers George and Sonny are visiting, though appear as they were in about 2000. Even though they are talking a lot, I do not clearly follow what they are saying. They seem cheerful for the most part. Eventually, I hear them mention their annoyance about a particular dog, though it seems that two dogs from their neighbor’s yard got into his backyard, which George seems to imply has killed or at least attacked one of his horses. They make a remark about doing something about it, and talk about getting a rifle, but they do not seem very serious, as they seem too cheerful to appear as seeking vengeance.

Somehow, a sheriff (dressed in a khaki uniform) enters our house, though from a fictional entrance at the southeast corner of the room. He starts talking about how certain kinds of dogs, as well as certain types of weapons, are not allowed in the region. He does not seem angry or intent on making an arrest at any point.

I focus on the sheriff even though he does not seem to regard me at any time. I seem to be sitting down, though my physical awareness at this time is minimal. His appearance becomes more and more bizarre. As I look at his face, it seems wider and wider at the bottom, and narrower and narrower at the top. It seems very strange to me on one level, but on another level, I do not grasp the full surreal nature. I even have a thought like, “so that is what people’s faces look like from this angle”.

Eventually, George and Sonny are leaving. I go with Zsuzsanna and them to the front entrance, except that as they leave, I am now going into the backyard of the Loomis Street house in America (where I have not been since 1994) and they are walking out to the alley. My dream self does not question this impossible change. It is dark outside, though I can still see a lot of detail. Still, at first, I think there is snow on the ground or possibly light-colored hair, but this seems like an ambiguous view. I walk around the south side of the house and notice the dirt is strangely soft so that my feet sink down a few inches (though there is no problematic element). There is no grass. As I look down at the ground, there is a very unusual atypical mood, but I cannot quite describe it.

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Friday, 30 March 2018: What I presently understand about this dream, based on the following real-life event: From exactly one week after this dream, in real life, two large dogs somehow got into our backyard and damaged a couple bird cages (the birds remaining unharmed as I caught them in time) as well as tore apart the Guinea pig cage (on our back porch) just before that, chewed up our children’s pet, but left it lying in the yard near our fence. They also deliberately picked up a few glass bowls (which we use for food and water for our pets) with their mouths and smashed them back onto the concrete as well as pulling out a few lengths of old electrical wiring (no longer in use) from under the back of the house. I felt the same unexplainable anticipation and eerie mood upon realizing our children’s pet was lying in pieces on the ground as I did in my dream concerning the vague uncertainty over the nature of the ground, but it is very hard to describe in words (though my dream’s prescience was quite skewed in regard to the specific details). Also, there was light-colored hair strewn over the lawn from the remains of the guinea pig.

Despite part 1 of this series, “The End of the World and Discovering the Sleeper” also turning out to be quite accurately prescient exactly one week ahead, and also of which I completely ignored as a warning as such, that is not always the case. Sometimes the event or feature is shortly after my dream, sometimes one year to the date, other times (such as my marriage to Zsuzsanna) over forty years to the date. It remains inexplicable, especially as there was no reason to consciously expect or even anticipate these events. The owner had come over (against my wishes), who apparently lives down the street somewhere. He offered to give my children a puppy or two (of one of the dogs that killed their pet), which frankly, is about as “absent” of mind and unthinking that anyone could get. About two weeks later, he brought over two guinea pigs, lying to Zsuzsanna that I had told him to do this, when I had made it clear I did not want to see him around our house again.

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On a side note, I had written before of how “reality checks” for some lucid dreamers (who, for whatever reason, are not naturally lucid as I have always been), who have to “practice” at it, ultimately destroy the integrity of RAS mediation, RAS modulation, and viable consciousness itself. (The concept of “reality checks” has always seemed bizarre to me and has never added up, at least based on my own experiences since childhood. Is this really how some people’s minds work?) People as a rule never listen, though. This includes me when it comes to prescience of which is more significant. Regarding part 1 of this series, I should really have made the important connection between the oversized pizza box and coffin composite and our oldest son getting life-threatening food poisoning from pizza from the closest pizza takeaway. Regarding this entry, I should have checked the literal possibility of dogs getting into our yard and adding to (and better securing) the fence at the side of our house, despite the mother dog having difficulty in getting over it when leaving our backyard after the damage was done.

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Fell asleep at: 10:30

Woke up at: 7:20


Dream 01: More Flashing Images

Nothing particularly interesting happened last night. I went to bed really mentally exhausted, mostly because of all the homework I had to do, and just plopped myself into my bed.

I think I remember being in a sterile, white lab with maybe one or two doctors, but that's really stretching it. All I can remember is the color white.

Also, from now on I am going to be numbering my dreams. Even if they're fragments or flashing images, they will still count towards the dream total.

Had a great dream last night, but by later in the morning I forgot everything, except that it was in post-apocalyptic world.

I remembered it all much later in the afternoon, while watching TV and seeing a dog brought back recall, even though there was no dog in the dream that I can remember.

...I grab something from invading soldiers, run to the cliff over the ocean and want to throw it in the water to neutralize the threat. But the water is too far from there, so I run alongside the cliff until I feel like I have to throw it, because they are catching up to me. I throw it and it would have fallen in the water, but there are some sand banks and it falls on one of those. I believe though that it's far enough and they won't find it.

One soldier chases me across the sand dunes with some grass on them. I see a hole in the side of the dune,bit smaller than the size of a laying person. I squeeze into it and I'm watching the soldier and his shadow as he is looking for me. He stands right next to my hiding place and I just hope he won't find me.

Before all that, someone threw a revolver into a huge pile of sand. I'm looking for it, because in this lawless world weapons are valuable. Before that, there was something about a wooden walkway in the large body of water.

I wish I remembered more.

The dream begins with a line floating in midair, semitransparent with a pinkish fringe to it—a little like an ostrich feather. I compress it down to a point and store it away somehow. This thing has a long history behind it: back in the 14th century—there was a precise date, but I can no longer remember it—any number of these things were deliberately left out of an important document, like a charter, maybe. This was a political maneuver against the aristocracy: they were traditionally associated with it, and leaving them out rendered them invisible.

That was 400 years ago—as my dream self reckons it—and nobody cares about any of that stuff anymore, but all those things have been floating around invisibly ever since. But I’ve just found this one. It’s nothing important—maybe some quirk or mannerism is all—but the workmen seem happy that it’s been brought to light again.

They’re working on the garage door: that’s where we are, a garage—one that could pass for the garage in my current house, other than not having any junk in it. It’s time to see if the door is fixed: I press the button. The door comes down—a surprisingly complicated process—but in the end, some parts of it have come out of alignment. It looks like it still needs some work.

15.2.18

Dreamt I found out I had missed a work deadline. I found two boxes of old green printer paper which I was supposed to fill out my work on. I bunked off work trying to avoid the boss and secretly worked on completing the deadline.

Note: Seems to be a reminder that I should be doing some work during my time off and not just resting?

it was very cold the breeze was a deep chain of being crucified in the wilderness I felt as if I been here before or the place same like a familiar setting I start running as I was running the cold pressure got more intense I was frozen in a staring photo as I try to open my eyes I see a pinch black sunset arise from the clouds into a orange crème as the orange took control of the sky I see a pinch dull of blue getting ready to take the sky over as the creamy orange was settling in