non-lucid

2018, 01-24

Game of Dreams – Gunslinger Takedown

I am in the tower with Bran, I am Catelyn Stark. Bran is unconscious in his bed. There is an idiot trying to talk to me about numbers. I tell him I don’t care about the numbers. He’s trying to talk about money, and the daily running of the castle. I don’t care. I tell him to go away. Robb comes in and tells him that he will take care of the details. I turn back to Bran. I focus healing energy on him. I see a faint blue glow around him. Robb is talking to me now, about how he is worried that my other children, him included, need me. There is a lot of commotion outside. Wolves howling, dogs barking, people yelling. Robb looks out the window and says there’s a fire at the library. He leaves to go tend to it.

The next thing I know there’s a strange man in the doorway. He has a dagger, and look surprised to see me. He says I’m not supposed to be there. I said it’s too bad for him, I am here. I know right away he’s come to kill my son. I focus on forming my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade, I will remove his head. Nothing happens. I cursed myself briefly, wondering how I would expect Catelyn’s arm to turn into an Alex Mercer blade. The guy comes at me. He apparently intends to get rid of me first, it looks like he thinks I will be easy. Not so easy. I might not be able to form Alex Mercer weapons, but that doesn’t mean I’m helpless. I look around for something to use as a weapon. I dodge his attack and it puts him off balance. I plant a kick to his backside and knock him sprawling on his face. He scrambles to his feet as quick as he can.

He turns back towards me, and then looks behind me. He drops a curse word, and then quickly goes out the window, a wolf grabbing at his heels as he goes. We are in a tower… I wonder where he thinks he can go. I run to the window and look out, and he’s climbing down the building like an Assassin from Assassins Creed. All the guards are helping with the fire, but I see a man down below my window. I call to him to stop that man, he tried to murder my son. The killer has reached ground, and is running across the courtyard. The man that was below my window responds. I looked closer, and he looks familiar. It looks like Roland from the Dark Tower books. My thoughts are confirmed when he pulls something from his side, and there is a deafening blast as he shoots. The killer falls to the ground. I am wondering what Roland is doing here. I look down again, and Roland is gone. Where did he go? I don’t get a chance to figure it out, I wake up.

Fragment 1: I was doing something in Minecraft
Fragment 2: I was playing an alternate version of SCP: Containment Breach when I found a strange time machine like contraption. I was able to peek into a past time with it. I was trying to type 1933, but I accidentally typed 03 and was given GIF of a tree with some breakbeat music. When I did type 1933, it gave me this lake with the number 1933 in the lake. I then typed 1, which lead me to the creator's announcement that he was trying to make this a meme.

Its early morning and i'm lazing in bed when Susan comes in. I do a double take as she is already in the room and realise that the first one is a robot replica. I try to turn off the robot and hide it away but I only manage to reboot it and robot Susan starts talking. And I panic Waaaaaaa!

Next dream I am in a town in Europe and realise I am being followed. A gunman comes up to me and shoves his gun at me. I try to explain to him that I am not up to anything but am just studying the architecture of the building near buy. He is not convinced and his boss turns up also waving the same silver colt gun around. His boss looks like Paul Whitehouse (a uk comedian). I show them something is strange about the building near buy, the archway defies the laws of gravity and their is something strange about its length.

Date of Dream: WED 24 JAN - 2018



Dream No. 270 - Separated Sections

Dream 270 A - Cooper Van Design Competition
I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was shopping at Dandenong Plaza with my mum but I don't know what for specifically. I then left the plaza and ended up walking around in a rainy swamp during the day, so I could see where I was going. I eventually got to this truck that almost looked like a food truck, like it was some sort of shop in the middle of nowhere. In that truck was Bentley doing something on his computer.

I came in and he said I had to do something first. This family came in and I had to beat them in a couple of games that Bentley had set up for us. This family were playing really hard their attitude was almost like they wanted me to lose rather than the focus being on them winning. The scene would flick between playing the games and then another version of me watching the game and reflecting on what the active me is doing. In the end, I ended up winning and so then Bentley told to “head out to the back and see Murray”.

As I was heading out the back of the truck door, there was a scene that played parallel to that. It was a scene where Bentley was sitting back at the front of his computer and typing and there was a projection of my voice saying “The reason Bentley did that is because he knew that you'd be the only one able to beat that family; he wanted to test you and that it wasn't some fakey”.

So now I was at the back where there were a whole crowd of people, the majority of them were ranged from middle age to old. There were all these clay models of the Cooper van and I was given one by one of the facilitators of this competition, which was some random old bloke. This competition involved painting a design onto the provided model with glaze paint and the winner would be the new design, customised onto the Cooper van.

I started painting except I was concerned with hoe my design was going. My painting skills seemed to be really crap and I couldn't keep straight lines; I felt like an art student back in grade 1. To add insult to injury, all these old men and women were coming past me and criticising my work. The same old man that gave me the clay model said that my painting is terrible and that I'm not going to win. Eventually though, I got a grip and also came up with a consistent design; a floral theme.

When I was near the end of my model, the painting was actually really neat and I had also done some engraving as well. People were still criticising my work but Murray walked past, picked up my model, examined it, and then he said that he was going to choose my model to placed onto the van. That's all I can remember about that dream.

Dream 270 B - Too Much Jewellery
I don't remember much of this dream either. From what I can remember, I was surfing around on Instagram when I came across LB's account. In the dream, her account didn't have the private setting activated and so I could see all the posts although I wasn't following her. From a lot of her latest posts, I noticed that she was over in America, so that's where I was heading off to. I clicked on one and it was a picture of her buying something a Target store.

The scene then changed and I ended up in that exact same Target store myself. I saw her and the rest of her family in the distance but never went close to them. Instead, I was looking at all this very pretty jewellery that was on sale; nothing like in the Australia Target stores in real life. At first, I only had a small amount of jewellery at the registers and thought I could maybe afford a bit more. A little turned into a lot as I came back with a handful of it. The lady said that the total cost of that amount jewellery was 1000 but I knew she was talking about some foreign currency. I said to her, “I want to know what it is in Australian dollars”.

After a while of confusion, it was revealed that all that jewellery was 4000 Australian dollars and I could only afford 1000 in Australian currency. After clearing out heaps of jewellery and returning it back to the shelves, I was under the 1000 AUD limit; the only unfortunate thing was that I had less jewellery than when I started. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Morning of November 2, 2016. Wednesday.



I am in the semidarkness of an unknown bedroom but I am able to see clearly in my immediate area. I have my dream journal open in front of me as I am lying on my stomach on the floor. I perceive that I am only about twelve years old. My single bed is next to me to my left, closer to the doorway than another single bed and closer to the center of the room, though my head is presently nearest the foot of my bed and my feet are closest to the doorway. My father’s bed is closer to the corner of the room, his head near the wall where the doorway is. He is lying on his back with his head opposite mine. Our beds are about two feet apart. My father (April 26, 1901-February 14, 1979) begins to cough. His coughing intensifies after a short time.

I sense something is wrong as an unknown male (about twenty-five) comes into the room and helps my father get out of bed as he is coughing, apparently to get him ready for an ambulance. As he coughs when walking past me to my right, a large drop of blood suddenly flies from his mouth and lands on the lower right of the right page of my open dream journal. A smaller drop hits the back of my right hand near my fingers. I have concern for my father and a lesser concern about the page’s status, though I get the impression that the blood spot might eventually fade. I remain where I am, slightly puzzled. I start to think of how my father is old and his organs are not functioning like they used to. I wake shortly after he had left the room with the unknown male. I vaguely sense my mother is present but I do not see her.

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Inexplicable threads: Zsuzsanna had seen an event in a movie related to someone dreaming about blood coming from their mouth prior to my sleep. (I had not known of this prior to my dream.) Additionally, I developed a bad cough shortly after this dream, the worse cough I have had in my life so far (though there was no blood, only mucus). As a result, I consider this dream as both prescient and influenced by Zsuzsanna’s thoughts, with three layers of synchronicity (as I had also recently reflected on a dream from March 1975 relating to watermelon as blood and flesh and coming out between pages of my dream journal).

Biological prescience relating to my health validates that my father represented me in this dream. It is additionally validated by the doorway waking symbolism, as I am usually the one to exit a dream as my emergent consciousness.

RAS mediation was atypical. Instead of the personified preconscious directing attention at my dream self, he escorted my father from my dream (additionally validating that my father represented my conscious self identity in a prescient sense, even though I was completely unaware of my current real life in my dream).

This dream’s waking symbolism is oriented to my dream self’s right as it most often is. (This may be the result of sleeping on my left side.)

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I was with a group of friends returning from an adventure. We're coming down from a mountain and sort of swinging or flying down and the scene below is massive. In front of us is this expansive view of an abandoned city. I remember it felt like this place had been abandoned for thousands of years. The strangest part was that it had a bunch of small buildings and sky scrapers, and cutting straight through each building were these massive gaps. They weren't the streets but they were going right through the buildings.

We get to the other side of this abandoned city that had gaps through it and we're now at a cliff. Above us is trees and some sort of village up on the cliff. I somehow latch and jump up to grab this wooden post. I'm now hanging onto this wooden post very high up on the cliff. My friend Owen is there with me. I start to tell him about Ayahuasca explaining a story about the snake.

Another fragment I'm in this dim shower area. Someone is hitting themselves with a rock on their head. He hits the ground and says that he is seeing into another dimension. Another person standing over him is concerned.

I'm at the apartments and is in the kitchen. the light is on and I'm sitting on the ground messing around with some kind of volcano item. Then I'm in the backyard at Raymond where some kind of flood has happened and there is water all around. I'm floating around on something and it is day time. I become aware of the water situation and looks around. There is light brown colored water all around and it is wavy and bobbing me around. I open my mouth and start to swim somewhere since there was nothing I can do at this moment. I turned around and layed on my back.

Sometime passes.

I open my eyes after drifting off to sleep and I'm looking at the sky. I see a very blue moon with thin cloud slightly obscuring it. The sky is completely black and I see a second moon. It was right next to the first moon and when I moved my hand the moon distorted a little. Then I realized that this was the reflected surface of the water I was in. I had completely drifted off to sleep for an unknown amount of hours and it was now night time.
NO sooner I realized that some people who was nearby spotted me and others in the water. I was pulled from behind on to the shore along with that volcano thing that was stuck onto my foot. I looked at it and my foot was in the opening. I pulled my foot out of there and I think broke it in the process.

In this dream I had decided to save the world through enlightenment. This is something I decided to do in waking life about a year ago but only recently is it really sinking in and reflecting in my dreams. And I've recently come into contact with the Boddhisattva vows, which is all about being enlightened to save the world, rather than for the sake of one's own Nirvana. It resonated so well with me, because I was already on a path similar to that of a Boddhisattva.

I remembered the dream so crystal clearly when I woke up, but now that I've opened my eyes and started to write, it's gone...

I remember being in my car (I don't have a car IWL anymore, it was my old car from years ago) and I was giving people a ride, except I was introducing them to enlightenment on the way. Or I don't exactly remember driving it, but I remember it felt like the car was way past full, like 10 people in this little hatchback.

To my mind, as I was introducing them to enlightenment, it felt like I was literally saving their lives and their reactions confirmed it.

There was something else about this dream... I can't remember what it was... Gahd dammit...

Date of Dream: TUE 23 JAN - 2018



Dream No. 269 - School Thug Invasion

I think the dream started with me in a store called something along the lines of Constantina's which was a vintage clothing chain. There were a lot of items that I wanted to buy but I could only buy so much because I had a certain amount of money, so I had to choose carefully. I tried a few things on and then went to the shelves where they had all the jewellery and accessories.

I have forgotten the order of scenes for the rest of the dream so I will recap what I think the sequence was. I heard that there was some crazy shooting going on at Camelot Rise Primary School and so that's where I rushed off to, to see what was going on. When I got there, I found out that AD was the main subject under attack and so I had to do something about it.

In the main undercover area, there was a huge mass of thug apes, some with jetpacks and some without and the Cooper gang were also there; Sly, Murray and Carmelita, all turned to face Bentley who was giving them each instructions for their jobs. First, Carmelita flew around on a jetpack but I forgot what she was supposed to destroy. Next, Murray was due to take out the further incoming ape thugs without the jetpacks himself. As soon as I realised his job was about to start, I ran up to him and so he bobbed down to pick me up and place me onto his back, me then clipping my arms around his neck to stay secure while he started lashing out at the thugs.

After Murray was done, I became aware of the growing trouble on the school grounds and that Sly's job was made super difficult. So I ran off in an attempt to find Dreamy WB. As I was going, I slowed down to walk past the prep playground and see AD and a few other Killester students being tormented by some of the other thugs that weren't in the main area. After I had seen enough, I picked up the pace and headed out of the school gates.

As I was walking down the roads, I called out “Dreamy WB!”, there was no response. I eventually ended up in some beautifully paved parkland surrounded by heaps of tall trees, almost like a rainforest. By then, I had called Dreamy WB heaps of times and there was still nothing. I ran to stop in the middle of the pavement, puffing and panting while trying one last time to call for her.

My attempts were stopped by a weird sight of this person approaching me. As they came to me, I saw that they didn't have a face, it was all just a canvas of blank white skin. Due to the hair and the build of the body though, I thought I knew who it was. I say very quietly and hesitantly, “Wait a minute, are you CK?”. Indeed I was correct as the most creepy thing now happened... The face was morphing and was literally “growing” the eyes, nose and mouth of CK. Her face was complete but what scared me was the previous morphing. Still traumatised, I just blankly stared at her and then gave an ear piercing scream, ultimately being forced awake.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Morning of May 27, 1995. Saturday.



I find myself in the backyard of the Cubitis property in late morning. I vaguely recall a childhood dream (same setting and time) where a flying saucer hovered above me, casting a large round shadow over an area of the backyard and upon me. I am not viably lucid (that is, I remain unaware that I am dreaming), but there is faux lucidity where I illogically make the connections as relevant to presumed reality. I find the situation more interesting than threatening.

Zsuzsanna is present in the living room, looking through the east windows. I tell her of how this has happened before, and that the last time, I ran south, somehow vertically running straight down the side of a ravine, then running horizontally on the ground and across the surface of the river, and running vertically straight up the other side to continue running normally.

As I decide to attempt this again (even after over twenty-five years), I look back as I start to cheerfully run and see it is not a flying saucer but a hot air balloon. This puzzles me and instead of running straight down the side of the deep ravine as I near it, I awake with a slight falling sensation and with a mild hypnopompic kick. I am close to laughing aloud shortly after waking.

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Liminal space fallacy: This is a specific type of faux lucidity, where I attempt to duplicate an event from an older dream without realizing I am dreaming, yet I also perceive my situation as only my dream self could in a dream. Even so, this faux reasoning is something that could not occur in consciousness, and additionally, cannot even be logically perceived or resolved as even being possible, yet it is, as I am very familiar with its dynamics. For me, this proves that dreams are of an entirely different nature, purpose, and meaning than what most people claim.

Faux threads: Cubitis has not been my home since June 1978. Zsuzsanna has never been to America. The shadow was cast in the wrong direction (oriented southerly instead of westerly). There were no deeper ravines near where I lived. It is not possible to run vertically down or up the side of a ravine or run over the surface of a river.

Literal threads: Zsuzsanna’s presence, genuine recall of a childhood dream from 1969.

Current thread: Zsuzsanna’s presence only (that is, no viable recall of any other current life status, including our present address).

Vestibular system thread: The hot air balloon, in addition to being associated with breathing while sleeping, was biologically premonitory of the hypnopompic kick. (Falling in a dream is usually the result of natural vestibular system ambiguity by inherently not being able to balance the imaginary dream body in unconsciousness. As such, it is unrelated to the popular myth of “interpretation”.)

Emergent consciousness thread: The hot air balloon’s shadow signifies the looming essence of the conscious self and the inevitability of waking. This implies a different form of RAS mediation than when the preconscious is dominantly personified to rouse the emergent consciousness thread.

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Falling off a cliff.

I was in a desert like the one from the first dark tower book. I was with my dad and brother and we were climbing a deep ravine. At the top of a cliff was a horse and I was planning on riding the horse. I got to the top of the cliff but the last part was really hard. There was nothing to grab. I grabbed at a plant root but it had thorns in it and I hurt my hand. My brother was there and I asked him to grab my hand and pull me up. He did and I was almost up the cliff but he let go and I fell backwards to my death. Don't remember landing.

There was a nother vivid dream that i did recall but no details are coming to me.

closing my eyes I can see stars when I'm not outside I become lucid the lucidity of the darkness becomes an intent light flickering and shimmering around my very being

as I'm lucid I can still see the darkness the darkness lucidity and the light lucidity was a lot different the shape of my dream become that of a blinding light space starts forming as star particle's over and over am I my own galaxy am I alien or human who has this power to control space and time I think to myself as I'm becoming lucid the darkness flicker the light once again I fall into a deep sleep I still know my eyes are closed yet I'm in a world where I see thing more vibrant then when I'm awake the universe becomes destroyed as a simple blink I can destroy galaxies and space with a mere gesture yet when I destroy the universe more galaxies and space form every time I close my eyes

My old friend Saimi and I are sitting at a table by the city’s inner wall, having coffee. They are thick walls, built with greyish stone, and through a window in the wall—a rough hole with a metal grid across it—we can see something a little troubling taking place: a small group of oni is building a campfire there, in the courtyard area between this wall and the outer one. They’re larger than humans, with colorful skin and wearing rough clothing, some of it made from animal skins. It’s odd, I think to myself. It’s been ages since I’ve read, watched or played anything with oni in it. The ones I can recall looked different. And yet, these guys strike me as familiar—familiar as individuals, even. I can’t account for it.

Anyway, Saimi and I have business to take care of. I have been investigating a series of mysterious events that Saimi has been involved with in some way—something from a dream from earlier in the night that I can no longer remember— and since our last meeting, my research has turned up something quite interesting. We have two small pages of text with us that appeared when the events took place and that we suspect may be connected to them somehow—both the same text, but one copy in English and one in Korean. They seem to concern some kind of game.

The oni—whom we’ve been keeping a watchful eye on this whole time—are now entering through the gate, which isn't far from where we're sitting, and roaming the city square. Presumably, they're looking for someone to eat. Should we move? We decide not to. They'll probably be satisfied with only one person, and there’s only a small chance it’ll be one of us. We continue talking. But suddenly, I feel myself grabbed from behind and carried backwards. My espresso cup falls to the ground and rolls away. I call out something to Saimi as I struggle to get free—but then the dream shifts around us. I’m not sure now whether it was something I did intentionally or something that just happened, but at any rate, I seem to be better prepared for it than the oni are. While they’re trying to figure out what just happened, I break loose and run for it.

Or rather, my character on the screen does, since I’m now experiencing this as a video game. I get a few screens away, at which point I know I’m safe. From there, I explore the town where I now am for a little while, going into houses and talking to the people there—and then I seem to be on my computer, checking my email. As I watch, new emails are arriving in my inbox every few seconds, which is unusual. Something big must be happening.

And then I wake up.

(22.1.17)

Date of Dream: MON 22 JAN - 2018



Dream No. 268 - Separated Sections

Dream 268 A - I'm A Fountain Of Knowledge
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my current house in the kitchen. It's complicated to describe the occurrence of the scene. Although I was standing in front of the breadbox, the dream scene was playing like a projection of my thoughts I was having while in the kitchen.

First of all, I was with Penelope, Carmelita and two other random females in a prison cell. I ended up pulling Penelope and Carmelita aside to talk to them and see if there was some way I could help them escape. I said something to them like “you would only be able to get out of here if we got two males to take your place. Two males must always occupy the prison”. I thought about Sly being a possibility but I wasn't sure about who the second male would be.

The dream then changed to another job requirement on Arpeggio’s airship; there were three sub-scenes in this scene. In the first scene, Sly was successfully shown double jumping across the large gap. Then the second sub-scene played where Bentley had successfully jumped across with his wheelchair boosters. When it came to the third sub-scene with Murray, I spoke to myself in the kitchen. I said something along the lines of “he's not gonna make it...”.

I still had the scene projection going off in the kitchen but at the same time, now appeared in Murray's scene as well. I started speaking and he actually turned to me. I said to him, “your jumping style is not enough to get you across to that ledge.” as I pointed to the other side, “You will not be able to reach the other side, so therefore I've come to this place to help you enhance your jump”. Both he and I held hands and jumped in unison, with his legs spreading out wider than usual. When we got to the other side, the scene vanished and I don't remember anymore of the dream.

Dream 268 B - The Real Deal
I don't remember much of this dream. What I can remember is that I was messaging someone on Facebook but I forgot who it was. I then received another inbox notification and when I clicked on it, someone had typed “hello”. A detailed analysis of their name and profile picture actually determined that it was the real Sly Cooper talking to me. We exchanged a few threads but I forgot what we said in them.

The dream then took me to a black screen where I had with just a frozen animation of Bentley and Murray, where I had set a couple of “jobs” for myself. The first job stated on that screen was to message Murray and the second one was to message Bentley. I decided it was more useful to message Bentley first as I wasn't sure whether Murray would understand my quirky typing methods and language or not. Bentley replied and we had a very short conversation; he did mention something about Sly in it.

Third of all, it was time to message Murray. First, I thought about what I could write to him. I thought that maybe I could butter him up by saying something like “Hey, you're my favourite pink hippo!”. I never got to typing or sending the message; I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



This might sound like a crazy theory but I've saved the same DC twice as well as given advice to them... Am I becoming a dream guide to someone in my own dreams? That would be so amazing if a dream guide chain was to exist; I have a dream guide who supports me as a dreamer who guides another dreamer. Better test that theory with another dream.

I was flying over a city surrounded by water. I think my brother was there too, flying an airship. We were kind of playing around. I tried to bring down enemies by manipulating the ocean water below me and pulling them out of the air, or by pushing them away with TK. Sadly, none of these powers worked. My notes say Yoda was somehow involved, too. At some point I flew low over the city, and ran sideways across a fence (an impossible wall run). Someone on the street saw me. All of this was accompanied by a loud Eurobeat soundtrack. At some point, people and buildings become huge (or I became tiny) and I had to start flying really, really high for some reason. Samuel L. Jackson?

In a second dream, I flew along a coastline. But I felt strangely out of control. Spinning around my axis while I kept going in the same direction. An older person on shore noticed me.

I flew towards another city. This one had a very specific 'feel' to it. It was near a big waterfall like the Niagara falls. I (of course) felt the need to fly through the waterfall at full speed. The soundtrack of this dream was 'Long Tall Sally' by Little Richard. I landed somewhere on the riverbank (sloped, open piece of land) and helped rescue a black kitty together with some other guys. Carrying bottles of compressed air? The entire time, I felt like I was controlling the plot.

I was on a train. I looked out of window, and everything looks really weird. Everything was 'blocky' and in black and white. I thought this was evidence I was inside a computer simulation (rather than a dream). I was studying the environment because I was convinced there were patterns that were trying to tell me something. A sign, or something. The other characters on the train were very annoying, though. I hit one of them, and he vanished. I felt guilty because I hurt one of the simulations, and I felt like I wasn't supposed to do that. Like, my anger would make me fail the challenge. Later on, I had to solve puzzles. I moved through a shopping area inside a train station. I fantasized about blowing everything up if the DCs kept annoying me. At the end of the dream, I sat on a ledge of sorts, and threw something down to the DCs. We were solving a puzzle together?