non-lucid

-1-Earth had to evacuate and find a new planet. Whatever the first found was, we got it. This was symbolized: My family and I were walking in a covered parking lot at night. My family represented the ship with a bunch of people on it, and a car represented a toxic, class-18 world. I was talking with my younger sister about how certain extreme planets would send us back to the stone age.
[New Scene]
I was playing Mario Kart online with PKSparkxx. I acknowledged this and opted to remain in the lobby. Next, I was in the same house as him, and apparently was my older sister's house. After streaming was done, I went to find our cats sleeping on a bunk bed: Snickers on the top, Blizzard on the bottom.
-2(L)-I was in a merge between my old house and my grandparents' house. For example, there was no wall between the main kitchen and the computer room. There was also a chimney in the computer room. There was also a bed that I slept in. I decided to go back to “bed” to get an LD. I performed an I-WILD(WILD in a dream)—I materialized my phone non-lucid it was so easy. Suddenly, after I tried a few times to open them with my hands, but I could only see blurry things. Eventually, it stopped, and I could see again. No DCs were around this time. When I got out of bed and looked at my phone, it was already on a page containing a list of LD topics that it could provide help on. I saw shapeshifting on the list. Then, I put the phone away and looked outside to the W. The clouds over the hill looked pretty dark, and shortly after I noticed that, a funnel cloud appeared. [Skip] The non-rotating funnel-shape was over a neighbor's house. I didn’t hear much, so I broke the window. Nothing changed much. Next, I decided to roll along with the story to just enjoy being lucid after so long. A red supercar materialized around me. For some reason, I was driving on the right side of that uncomfortable thing. Anyway, I flew into the sky past some tall trees and forgot what happened right after that. [Skip] The car told me that I could drop and explode, causing me damage. I first said “Never mind.” But then I said, “You know what, do it. I’m invincible anyway.” I was thinking that it wouldn’t hurt one bit, and it didn’t. The car just exploded, throwing me onto the carpet. There was also a scene where I was writing in my dream journal.
Lucid Time: 2-4 minutes

Had a dream where I was with kids reading picture books. Than all of a sudden there is a giant white book with a pic of a baby on it. Apparently it has the recipe for chocolate chip cookie specifically for baby’s. I than see a cute baby to the side and wave to him as I think about when to make the cookies.

I remember being in my second period class, where we had to play our favorite song. I remember my history teacher played a native american song of some kind, and some other people played different things. I forgot exactly what I played, but it had country and jazz influences, and the music video involved a cartoon chicken. I then went on a YouTube channel that talked about the history of rock and metal albums. I went on a video talking about a random Metallica album. The narrator was talking about what being in the band was like. He was talking about how James Hetfield is your best friend, and how Kirk Hammet teaches you how to connect that tube to the one over there, but that's just how you eat. Taking on the road eating to new lows. I also saw a video of another thrash metal band with the years 1986 - 3616 on the thumbnail.

Date of Dream: TUE 30 JAN - 2018



Dream No. 272 - Separated Sections

Dream 272 A - Family Reunion
I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was shopping in Coles with my mum and grandma at Waverley Gardens shopping centre. As my mum was looking at some weird salt on the shelf, I felt an energy coming from outside the store, so I went to go and check it out. Although it was in the month of January, the Christmas decorations were still up and I remember the Christmas lights on the trees were an aqua-blue colour.

So then, I turned around the other way and saw that it was my deceased grandfather approaching me. He was wearing the same blue jumper that I saw him wearing in one of the previous dreams. So I approached him and just quietly examined him this time. I rub my hands over his beard and I said to him, “It's clean!”, in a surprised tone. He then said to me, “No, it's a little greasy”. He told me how he had been reincarnated to live a second life in the exact same body. The dream only showed a short scene of him sitting on the couch at my current house and watching some TV.

Soon, my mum must have caught on as she came rushing out of Coles. She was clambering to speak to him as well as telling me to go away because she wanted the conversation private and all to herself; but I wasn't going to abide to that because it was my dream, so I stood back to listen in. After my mum finished talking to him, she went back into Coles and so I spoke more to him.

When I was finished, my deceased grandfather started to walk away. Only then, my grandma comes out of Coles and wants to talk to him as well. I'm panicking to her and I said something like “Oh no, I'm sorry! He's walking away... Oh dear”. I then said to myself while gritting my teeth to the ground, “I don't know what to do”. When I looked up, I could see Dreamy WB in the distance, standing right in front of Coles. She was smiling at me and then she prompted with gestures for me to call him.

That's what I did. As he was just walking out of my sight, I yelled, “Wait, I'm not finished yet!”. He obviously heard me as he turned back and started walking towards me and grandma. As me and my grandma were talking to him, Dreamy WB was a bit closer, standing just next to the sushi shop and still smiling as she listened in on the conversation. After that was just a small scene in my current house where I wanted to tell my family about my previous dream but they didn't want to hear it. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 272 B - The Untreatable Blister
I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was in some unknown parkland area when this random balloon was thrown at me really hard from out of nowhere. Eventually, this balloon transformed into a gigantic blister on one of my arms. I was freaking out because if I accidentally popped it; it would hurt to a ridiculous amount. I was vulnerable, so I couldn't do anything.

I went to start the process of attempting to summon Dreamy WB. I walked around, just calling out her name like I usually do but after a lot of tries, there was no success. As I was still hobbling, I managed to climb onto the top of the truck where I really emphasized what I wanted. I said something “Please come and help me! I need ambulant treatment!”. Still, there was nothing and so I was really disappointed as well as griping in physical difficulty.

The dream scene moved to being at my current house. I was with my mum in the kitchen when she was asking about that massive blister on my arm. I said to her something like “I would have been back quicker if I received help, I said I needed ambulant treatment but they still didn't come”. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- He's Going To Hurt Me! (Talk to your deceased grandfather with Dreamy WB)

There was a before and after from this dream but it escapes me right now.

I'm in a game. I think my sister Abbie is there. In the game, you enter a room from the ceiling, from some sort of portal. It seemed like a light in a way but at the same time you could see through to the other side of the portal. The object of the game is to enter the room, find the object in the room, touch it (or maybe destroy it), and then return to the portal. When I got into a room, I had several other camera angles on the corners of my vision which would hint from another angle where this object was. It was sort of like a 3D maze and I had to go through it to find the object. The gravity seemed a little bit like water without having to hold your breath (even though you don't really need to in a dream). I would find the object, go to it, touch it, and then there were other players in the room that would fly into the entrance portal with me into the next room. It was a cycle, at the end of each round we'd excitedly fly towards the entrance and into the next room.

At some point, the portal drops me into this abandoned room. There's dressers and washer machines stacked up in the middle of this dirty room. A voice tells me that this round I have to find my way through. This scene is much dirtier than the other rounds. In the other rounds, the obstacles were crisp blue objects and the space was clear. This place seemed brown and toxic. And yep, here comes Pennywise the dancing clown again. He pops up from a washer machine in the back of the room. He starts to run at me, moving washer machines and dressers aside. He starts to grow larger and larger as he runs towards me, we zoom out of the house and I realize I'm on Owen's street. I'm not sure what happened next.

I had a dream I was interested in due to the vividness of the numbers at the end.

On holiday it was our last day (dream sign). I was wearing a really bright pair of trousers (possibly yellow) and a checked brown shirt Oo. Standing outside a pub but not drinking, and a couple of women walked up to me and smiled then walked off,one had long black wavy hair. I went to follow them round the side of the building to a bathing area , with lots of pools of natural water. It was quite crowded and they were packing up their thing with the rest of their family so I felt embarrassed to intrude. When they finished I went up to them and they asked me for my phone number. One pulled out a silver phone that looked like the first model I ever got, it was very chunky. I pulled out a notepad to write down my number for them. I could clearly see the numbers I was etching onto the paper and they did not change as I checked them in the dream. They stood out vividly and it was my correct number. When I awoke I realised I had put down the wrong dialling code but otherwise it had been correct.

I had this fragment after a failed WILD and MILD attempt. I was eating dinner with my family and a few friends, although it felt like breakfast. I was getting some salad, but then my grandma burst into a fit of rage and started to yell at me for no reason whatsoever. A friend of mine from school, who we'll call S, was microwaving this GIANT leg of meat. I couldn't tell you what it was even if I tried. I went over and asked if I could have some. He said yes and cut off a piece for me. the slice I had was a little smaller than my monitor, so about 8 inches. the middle of the piece that was given to me had this stiff layer of cartilage and the texture reminded me a little of breaded shrimp. I can't remember what it tasted like, but it was probably something like chicken mixed with fish. All I remember is that it tasted good. I also had Van Halen on the mind for some reason, probably because it was one of S's favorite bands.

-1-Dad went to bed before finishing a crucial project required for a trip the next day. He was doing a parody of my sister and I because we were lazy and were “getting it done” by doing nothing. Also, the garage lights inside were all warm instead of white.
-2-Ok, so I was in the woods on a trail. It was daytime in the woods, which had an unrealistic color to them—they looked like they had sunlight or something shining on them—there were no shadows anywhere. The woods themselves were covered in brush. There was a clean, blue pond about 30ft ahead on other trail. I ‘saw’ a Gardevoir. It looked nothing like one, but that didn’t matter, because my mind thought it was a Gardevoir, which it was. After I walk up to her, I kiss her right on the mouth. I had not intended to do this before seeing her, so there I was, seduced by a Pokemon.
[New Scene]
I was back at the old house again, doing unimportant stuff on a couch. Mom was on the computer and said, “[…]for baby Melissa!” At first, I was thinking, (Who) the f*** is Melissa? Suddenly, I realized that I had mated with that Gardevoir. Wat.
-3-Mom and I, at an old house, watched the trailer for the Doctor Who series 9 finale. I don’t remember the single-word name. This coming episode was a take on Little Red Riding Hood. The TARDIS had a cushioned wall next to the front door. The Doctor pressed four buttons in this way: [E->S->W->N] Once the last (top) button was pressed, the neon EXIT sign lit up, and the TARDIS door opened. Once he was outside, the camera views him from a low angle to his right. The Doctor here had a wolf costume on. He then sighed and had a ‘gotta do this’ look on his face.
-4-I was on this space ship with my sister and someone from the future. Every panel was lightly colored, and mostly white. This guy showed us ugly aliens that looked like humans. He said that they were from Uranus. I went *badum tss*. The guy was like, “Huh?” and I said that I thought it was funny because they were from Uranus and they were ugly.
[New Scene]
Apparently Grandpa was counting the number of people around—23. Suddenly, my sister and I were teleported to Pluto, which had snow on it. The landscape and the ground had a blue tint. There was zero atmosphere, even though we were breathing it. With the temperature quickly dropping, we were desperate to get on the tiny ship nearby. First, I tried what looked like a small vent that I couldn’t fit through. Then, I found the rock pit, enclosed with zipped plastic. My sister and I quickly unzipped it, jumped in and zipped it back up. I said, “Good, we’ll cool down slower in here. Make sure you zip both layers up.”

There was a iguana/Lizard that was green and orange in the yard. I didn't know if it was poison but I called my bro to come and see it. He didnt come though so I went to the living room to find him. I ended up seeing the animal on the floor near the door entrance now. It began to make a sweet howling sound almost like a orca whale(I think) sounds when calling its friends. I thought it wanted to go out so I told it not to worry and picked it up slowly so I wouldn't drop it. Woke up after that.

I had over a dozen short dreams, all of which I forgot. Luckily. Don't feel like typing that much today.

One dream stood out. I woke up at 5AM from a dreadful nightmare, presumable about monsters like in 'The Thing'. Yeah, most of my nightmare creatures are from 80's movies. I felt intensely paranoid and fearful, and I jumped at every noise I heard coming from the hallway. I tried to ignore it, but couldn't. I proceeded to 'clear' my entire apartment room by room to make sure there was nothing there, and checked the doors were still locked. Only then, I calmed down a little and managed to continue sleeping.

I had a lot more of these waking hallucinations I've been having since two days ago. I remember little of their content, but they all felt so... significant. Like it's not supposed to be able to happen. I recall a remote viewing event, wanting to know the time and 'seeing' a clock through my closed eyes, and more cool shenanigans. I had an amazing degree of control over their content. Like I was controlling the story through my fantasies, fantasies that manifested themselves right in front of me. Like I was the character and 'director' of my dream at the same time.

There was a moment I fantasized about meeting 'her'. The scene that unfolded in front of me was me walking up to a stage, manned by a full crew (like light and sound guys, stuff like that). I thought I'd prefer some privacy for an encounter like this, but I went along with in, anyway. I approached what looked like a wooden shape of an airplane (?) on the set. I couldn't see her, but knew 'she' was in the right seat. I took the seat next to her.

The story continued and went off some wild tangent, and I wondered if I hadn't strayed too far from the original plot.

One of the hallucinations turned a bit violent. Some guy did something that made me very angry, and I think I somehow got him onto the ground. I woke up feeling such intense hatred, adrenaline literally coursing through my veins. The hallucination turned to mere fantasy as I woke. I fantasized about smashing his skull to bits with a baseball bat. As my awareness of the real world got stronger, the hate subsided and I calmed down.

Another hallucination happened while I was listening to the newest album of Carbon Based Lifeforms. I went from dream to wakefulness so sudden, I could 'hear the silence', and suddenly regaining my hearing and hearing the music. Like my consciousness went 'online' a second or so before my hearing did.

In another dream I was being flown around a tropical environment (I think it was supposed to be the Miami area, but it looked 'flooded' and primitive somehow. Somewhat post-apocalyptic yet fully inhabited. Watching the other guy fly somehow made me realize I could do it myself. I was in the water (hard to explain again, water surrounded by shanty town houses/buildings, and had to scale a high wall. The others just flew up and over it, but I had trouble taking off from the water. I found a chair, partially submerged and attached to a wall, and decided to climb on it to give me a little boost. That's when I woke up.

Morning of January 27, 2018. Saturday.



The usual water induction begins, but I lose my main threads of lucidity (which is often deliberate, as I often prefer what non-lucid dreams can render as a learning experience, and additionally, lucidity often randomly returns later in the sleep cycle anyway), though my dream remains very vivid. I find myself at our present address after the usual forest lakes and river scenes.

The surfaces of the streets are replaced by water (lifelong recurring feature) but there is no association with flooding or seeing it as an unusual or “wrong” feature. It seems to be about nine o’clock at night.

Apparently, we had ordered pizza, though there only seems to be one pizza when the boat arrives and the deliverer, a young unfamiliar male, bends down to hand it to me. For some reason, there is no payment made.

The unknown young male has slight difficulty in backing up from the curb in front of our house. I cheerfully advise him, “Don’t bang into the sign.” (This is in reference to the “GIVE WAY” sign that, due to recent street widening, is fairly close to the middle of the street now, near the intersection.) He shows no emotion and continues to back out. There is a loud but very pleasant jingling sound, which has something to do with the movement of the boat, though this event does not really make much sense unless there is a large set of wind chimes somewhere on the boat. (It is almost as if the sound is coming from elsewhere regardless of the association.)

Later, with the implication of time passing or changing, it now seems to be afternoon. I see young males riding ATVs down the street (east) and performing tricks, and I feel somewhat annoyed by their antics. The surface of the street, at least closer to the curb, is now mainly mud.

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We have not had pizza from a takeout restaurant since we got very ill from severe food poisoning (our oldest son being hospitalized for about a week). Even so, we did not have pizza delivered here, as the places were just down the street.

The presence of water or water rising (which symbolizes sleep) is autosymbolism for entering the dream state, while water lowering over time, or being replaced by mud or some other feature (or no longer being present at all) is autosymbolism for leaving the dream state. This has been the case on a day-to-day basis since early childhood, for over fifty years.

The jingling association is based on chimes (which I often bump into) being near the bathroom door. The area near the curb was actually muddy in real life recently. They had put in a corner section with a ramp, but no other part of a sidewalk has been added in weeks.

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Morning of January 27, 2018. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,667-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



Zsuzsanna and Marilyn are present. (My dream self does not recall Marilyn had died.) We are in the Loomis Street house in the open area between the living room and dining room. I face west towards the dining room. I begin to play a computer game that my youngest son had been playing. It resembles a pool table, but there seems to be only one corner pocket. Several creatures of different sizes sit on it. I need to deliver the ball into the pocket before an animal gets to it, making it harder to play. There is also a gun with which I can shoot the animal.

As I play, Marilyn informs me about going out to buy a meal, talking about a hamburger, asking if I want one. I nod lightly. Meanwhile, the game becomes real. That is, there is now a pool table in the room, replacing the computer workstation. My dream self does not register the change. I am near one corner. There is a cat atop the table, but I am aware it is a computer-generated tangible hologram. I reach over to pick up the light gray rubber ball and hold it over the pocket to drop it in. I am unsure if this is the way to play, as it seems too simple in contrast to its previous difficulty. A different cat and ball appear, and I perform the same act again. My sense of touch as I pick up, hold, and drop the rubber ball, is augmented.

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Date of Dream: SAT 27 JAN - 2018



Dream No. 271 - Separated Sections

Dream 271 A - Hungry Hippo
I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was running away from something. It was beside a river and there was a big animal in the water that was chasing me, I wasn't aware of what it was at the start. I am running and running and eventually, I have to jump on some platforms like I'm in a platforming game. The animal had swung it's head up to try and get me but it would always just missed.

When I got to the end of the river, I stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. The animal then came to the end of the river and popped it's head out; it was a pink coloured hippo! Rather than it being aggressive and trying to eat me, it was just now sitting there, doing nothing and rather just occasionally snorting at me. I had a better examination of the hippo and I said to myself as well as adoringly to the hippo, “Aaaaaah... It's actually Murray”. I came up to the hippo and gave it a pat on the nose, it had it's mouth slightly open and its eyes slightly closed, like it was enjoying itself and trying to smile at me.

I rushed off to get my mobile phone so I could take a picture of it. By the time I had gotten back, the hippo had gone. I thought to myself, “I guess the hippo didn't want its picture taken. The dream ended there.

Dream 271 B - Technological Dream Guide
I don't remember much of this dream either. This dream took place in my local area. Someone that I have forgotten the identity of had met up with me in front of the local primary school and assigned me a task and said that I had one minute to complete it. I went down the hill and back to the house to tell everyone there what was going on. In the dream, there were heaps of strangers in the driveway and these were the people I was explaining everything to... None of the dream took place inside the house.

A scene must have played that I didn't witness, because the next thing I remember was sharing some handy gadgets that were mysteriously claimed to be given to me by Dreamy WB. There were two things that were given to me; a checkpoint flag with a base as well as some hard to describe flying contraption. I told them all, “my dream guide gave me a checkpoint, so in case anyone dies, they can come back here and start again. And then she also have me this flying helicopter-like piece which will make it easier for me to reach the enemy on the top of the hill”.

I then said to the people, “We need to decide where we are going to place this checkpoint”. It took a while to place down because everyone was debating about where it should go. Eventually, I went with what I thought and placed it in the corner between the bins and the trailer beside the garage. I can't remember what else happened in the dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



In case anyone is curious; the hippo was just like a real life one, the only difference was that instead of it being a dirty grey colour, it was a clean candy pink with not many folds in its skin.

I’m in the house where my friend Saimi and her family live, near the kitchen, where Saimi and a couple others are. It’s an old-fashioned sort of kitchen with a fireplace and a pipe through which water is supposed to come—but right now, water isn’t coming in, even though it’s raining right now. It seems that something has clogged it. Nearby, in a living room area, my uncle is lying on a couch.

As I stand there watching, a small bird is fluttering around my face, very close. It’s annoying, and I want to wave it away, but that doesn’t seem right somehow. There must be a reason for this. I stand still and let my mind go blank. I can feel vague memories begin to stir—very old memories, stories concerning this kind of bird. And suddenly, it occurs to me that this is how birds behave when there’s a predator nearby. Am I being warned? And where could the danger be?

My attention is drawn to the clogged pipe. Slowly, two green heads are emerging from it—snakes. I tell the others what’s going on and run to the foyer, where I see what I’m looking for—an umbrella rack.

It is a sort of rectangular cage made of a brassy metal, very much like the one my family used to have. If it had been my family’s umbrella rack, it would have contained an assortment of swords, bamboo rods and a pair of snake sticks, the best possible tool for the task at hand. Disappointingly, this one is mostly full of umbrellas. But my sword cane is here, at least, and I can work with that. I grab it by the cobra head-shaped knob, which seems oddly apropos. I grab another long rod which seems like it could be useful and hurry back to the kitchen. Once there, I hand the sword cane to my uncle and we wait for the snakes to emerge.

Two of them do at once, and we go for them—the goal being to transport them outside again. My uncle doesn’t seem to have much trouble with his, but the one I’m wrangling—it’s green with white bands—is proving more difficult because it’s so small and fast. Before I can do anything, it’s crawled up the rod and onto my arm. I tell my uncle, and he pulls it off with the cane—but not before it bites me. It just feels like little pinpricks. Nothing serious—it probably didn’t even inject any venom. I say as much to the others as we wait for the next one.

This one is all green, and much larger than the others. I try to pick it up with the rod, but the thing seems much flimsier than before, and is constantly telescoping into itself. My uncle and the sword cane, which I could really use right now, seem to have disappeared. Under the circumstances, my chances of getting the snake safely outside aren’t good. I’ll have to kill it. Through a combination of the rod and my feet, I manage without getting hurt myself—and then wake up.

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