non-lucid

Ehr, that's all I got. "Underwater base". I guess it was about a base. Underwater.

I was on a 'bus' with a guy from work (Eddy). I sad down in the 'forbidden seat'. Someone immediately pointed out I wasn't supposed to sit there. Notes also say "very bright ceiling tile"? Not sure what that means.

I had a fight with my dad again. I got emotional because of an old picture of my mom. I thought it was recent birthday picture at first. My dad saw something was up, but decided to be an insensitive dick and make me feel like shit. He said, in Dutch: "Ge zit daar te trillen als ne halve gare", meaning: "You sit there, shaking like a moron" and a lot more rude BS. Really summarizes how I see my dad. Incapable of dealing with emotions.

I was in Barcelona with my class from school (an event that actually happened twice, in 2007 and 2008). The weather was really sunny and warm, and it was winter. I met a cute girl and we had sex. There was some foot fetishism going on, nothing too extreme. Afterwards, we were outside and I kissed her goodbye. My "friends" (at the time, now mortal enemies) were there too, watching. The girl was taller than me, by the way. I noticed that because I'm always super insecure about my pitiful height for a male. Anyway, we had to leave (get on the plane to fly back home), but bullies hid my shoes so I couldn't leave. I found some dirty shoes at a place we came through before, thrown away by those fucking bullies. On my way back through the city (a ruined house?), I saw some landmarks I hadn't photographed yet (the Sagrada is one of them), and it made me wish I had more time. I could technically leave whenever I wanted, so I could maybe visit the girl again first.

Date of Dream: THU 21 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 248 - Separated Sections

Dream 248 A - Don't Shoot Me
I don't remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my old house and it was dark inside, as if it was the middle of the night. I was in the kitchen when some random guy appeared in front of me not talking and rather remaining mysteriously silent. Eventually, his eyes started to go weird and he was throwing all these laser/bullet-like projectiles at me. I tried dodging on the spot for the start of it but eventually began to run and try getting away from him.

The next scene was still me trying to get away from him and his firing shots but now I was in Waverley Gardens shopping centre but it was all pitch black and no other people were there... It was like a creepy, abandoned version of Waverley Gardens. He was still chasing me... So I had to start calling for Dreamy WB. I had to call repeatedly again in this dream. It was once I had gotten to areas where the escalators were supposed to be near Target, there was a massive wreckage there and I couldn't go any further... At least I thought so.

The guy was getting really close and so I actually forced myself to find a way around the wreckage while increasing the frequency of calling for Dreamy WB. It was when I got to the end of the wreckage pile that Dreamy WB came, like she had dropped down from the roof and landed successfully on her two feet. She didn't look as friendly as usual and she actually lengthened one her arms to grab me and whip me towards to her as quickly as possible. The impact actually hurt when my body had hit her, like my body was slung. I woke up but from the events, I actually believe she initiated the wake up.

Dream 248 B - Messed Up Identities (Lucid Dream 9)
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was at my old house but I can't recall what I was specifically doing. I wandered out into the front yard and looked down at my hands... My fingers were really short and there were six of them. I was now aware only somewhat that I was dreaming. For this dream, I still felt like I didn't have the maximum lucid control that I could've potentially obtained.

Since I was lucid, I gained the insight to start calling for Dreamy WB even without the event of a disaster. I called out to her as I was walking to the park across the road. After calling for her a few times, the sky instantly changed from day time to midnight. I said, “No, Dreamy WB... What the?”. There were other people at the park, including Chilly from SML. She actually joined into helping me call Dreamy WB, telling her to make it day again as that's what it should have been.

It eventually started working as it went through the transition of dawn. I could tell that Dreamy WB really wanted it to be night time because at random instances, the sky would flicker back to black but then it would return to continuing the transition to day. Once it was full day time, it stopped flickering back to night time and so I could get to emphasising the fact that I actually wanted Dreamy WB to physically show herself.

Eventually, a white van came driving down from the upper area of the street and parked just at the bottom of the hill of the park. Out of it came a family and they walked up the hill; a man, a woman and a teenage girl and little boy. Now this is absolutely weird... The dream claimed that Dreamy WB was the middle-aged male!! WTF?! So now... I've got to call the DC I know as a female... A 'he'.

Back to the dream. The version of Dreamy WB in this dream wasn't very enthusiastic about seeing me. Whenever I tried to talk to 'him', 'he' would always give very minute replies, almost as if they were taking on the personality of the real WB. Eventually, it was negotiated with the family that they were going to take me out somewhere. We started to get into positions for piggyback rides as transport. Dreamy WB was on the bottom, then the teenage girl, then me... The mum and the little boy were yet to board. Chilly came up and made a comment to the family, saying “since Karla called Dreamy WB, shouldn't she be on 'his' back?”. The family got off and made the change. So now it was just Dreamy WB and me by ourselves and the others were on a separate pile.

The dream scene changed to an area in front of a strip of shops. Dreamy WB and I were still in the same position from the previous scene. 'He' was walking me along while making these small groaning sounds. I got myself comfortable and then started rubbing my face on the side of 'his' neck, 'he' eventually stopped groaning and rather stayed quiet, walking me along until the dream ended and I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 248 B was absolutely weird and awkward! It'd be bad enough to have the dream distort her to a male... But a middle aged male when the proposed identity is a teen?! Yeezus... Never again; I felt calm in the dream but in hindsight, that was scary. I only had tiny lucidity compared to my other lucid dreams. If I had more control, I probably would have focused on correcting Dreamy WB's identity. Lately, I've been having some lucids but the quality of them haven't been that great. So as well as practising induction techniques, I think I need to add reinforcement, as well focus and correction techniques. There we go, an acronym for me; FRIC, which stands for Focus, Reinforcement, Induction and Correction.

Text that has been marked in dark blue is the false identity information provided by the dream.

I was jogging next to a heavily polluted river. The industrial dockyard buildings on the shore all looked abandoned and rusty. There was a lady in water, and I was arguing with her. I think she used magic to curse me. Someone told me not to argue with her for that exact reason. Notes say "meet at bar, cat", no idea what that refers to. I guess I met the woman again in that bar? Anyway, I had to collect something for the witch, from an old boat wreck in the river.

I was on board of a submarine. I was dating the daughter of some bigshot captain of the Navy. I saluted him. He was Liam Neeson. I think I was tasked with either capturing or killing him. Eventually, I scuttled the sub. He escaped. I swam after him (I was still on board and the sub was already at the bottom of the river) to chase him to the surface. I got scared as I didn't want to drown and I knew he could be waiting for me.

In another scene, the man I was targeting (still the same guy?) was in a general store. He could turn invisible. I couldn't see him, but I just wildly swung a baseball bat around until I got him. Another other guy helped too.

I returned to HQ, a large abandoned warehouse in the same docks as the first dream. I was weary, dirty and weakened from hunger. The atmosphere was very grim and frankly, post-apocalyptic. Some guy was mad at me for what I did (to the invisible captain guy?). Used too much force, I guess. Someone called the captain guy "dad"? I reported to our "boss", some GTA IV Jacob dude. He told me about my next mission involving "ARC" and terrorists. Before leaving, I told the angry dude ARC is struggling with terrorists and needed help. A newspaper article I found speaks of ruptured gas pipes threatening to explode? Before leaving for the next mission, I resolved to take a good shower, eat something and get some sleep. This entire dream had the soundtrack of Deus Ex: Mankind Divided, specifically the ambient tracks that play in Prague. ARC is an "augmented rights organization" labeled as "terrorists" by the government. The last part of the dream did fit the atmosphere of Deus Ex a bit.

Last note of the night reads "SHOPPING FOR CROISSANTS" in all caps. Not sure why.

I was playing some kind of open world game. I could see down from the edge of the map, where I could see another map far below. I wanted to glide down (like in Guild Wars 2) there but I was too scared. It was a big drop. Easily several miles.

Notes say "stabbing guy in house, while trapped". No idea what it means. Guess I went medieval on some guy again?

Kind of embarrassing, this one. I had somehow pissed all over myself. I was in a big house. I desperately wanted to shower it off, but there were people in the mansion constantly annoying me and asking me to go with them so I had to conceal the fact I'd pissed all over myself. Good times.

I vaguely recall a few scenes set in a supermarket? Later, I suddenly find myself in an NYC sewer. I don't remember how I got there. I went up and looked outside, expecting to see my own country (obviously), but nope: US license plates and obvious NYC buildings. I remember I lost my shoes and socks? Once outside on the streets, I needed to find my way to LaGuardia or JFK to get home. Waiting at a traffic light, an almost naked girl tried stealing from my backpack. I caught her and told her not to do it. She got on a private jet with her dad, and I casually joined them. Turns out she was Dutch. I said "so am I!", except I'm Belgian. We had to 'crawl' through some kind of tunnel made of fabric to the cockpit (??). It was extremely claustrophobic. Then I saw there were only two seats, so I told them I had to get off. Someone reminded me I had to visit an orphanage on the 25th and that's why I was in NYC. It's possible the whole orphanage thing was mentioned in the supermarket bit before this dream. I woke up from this dream with the song "Once in a Lifetime" by The Talking Heads in my head, so I guess that was the dream's soundtrack.

The Battlestar Galactica had landed on a river, ready to take off. The river was in the middle of a major city. Much like NYC, now that I think of it. I had to chase Galactica down from the ocean on a speedboat, through the very narrow river/channel. I made a sharp turn when I reached it, and kind of smacked into it, rocking the Battlestar. Adama was furious, and they opened fire on us (there was someone else on my boat). That made a lot of holes in the hull (of Galactica?). The holes 'healed' and the audience cheered as they saw it happened (so basically I'm inside a TV-show that's being watched). We got on board once they understood we were friendlies, and strapped in for takeoff. Some dude next to me got a bit too touchy-feely. Guess he was gay? Anyway, we were eating potato chips as we took off. Adama was seated to my left, the other dude to my right.

I was with a team of soldiers/mercenaries, and had to check a large warehouse for enemies. I think maybe I'd overslept and I had forgotten to do recon, or gotten to know the guys in my squad I'd be working with. That's what the notes imply, anyway... This is all over a month ago.

The 'evil' version of Claire had gotten badly injured on an assignment (we were on that job together, I think) and had been taken into an ambulance. I was very worried. The EMT informed me she was lost. Logically, I already knew as I'd seen what happened to her. She'd basically been torn in half, only her torso and head remained more or less intact. The thought she was gone for good sank in and I was pretty devastated with grief.

Later, I was at a doctor's office, grieving. REDACTED NAUGHTY EVENT. I heard a sound outside, of someone arriving at the house. This scared me (considering what I was doing). Claire was with them. I ran outside to check the street, thinking she left again. Turns out she was in another small building on the property. I worried she'd seen what I was doing. I entered the room she was in. She was sitting on a chair against the wall, next to another young woman I didn't know. I felt so relieved she was okay. Yet I was still too fucking scared to tell her how I felt, and she acted quite distant (I think she knows how destroyed I was when she died in that ambulance and it was awkward). I made it all more awkward by trying to distract from the awkwardness by petting some random cat...

I remember a kind of deathmatch game in harbor area. Claire was there too. I tried to impress her (I guess?) by trying to kill her (just a game, remember), but she was too fast (scaling rooftops easily) for me to get a proper shot at her (with a sniper I found in a doom-styled castle parapet area.

I also recall flying a plane at low altitude across very rough terrain (canyons). Oh, and sailing a speedboat in a slalom between cop speedboats trying to lose them (GTA-style), but they saw me anyway.

Eventually, after all of this, I stood on a kind of pier or dock in the middle of the water (hard to describe). The sun was shining and 'the others', presumable competitors of that deathmatch game we had earlier were there, too. I felt great. I had that 'vacation feeling'. But with that came the sharp realization this would not last.

Morning of December 21, 2017. Thursday.



In my dream, I am living with Zsuzsanna at the Stadcor Street house in Wavell Heights, where we have not lived in years. However, it seems like a “Family Affair” scenario. I happen to seemingly be in the role of Johnny Whitaker as Jody Davis. Zsuzsanna is in the role of Anissa Jones as Buffy Davis. Marilyn (older half-sister on my mother’s side) is in the role of Kathy Garver as Sissy Davis. I am about ten years old and Zsuzsanna (disproportionately to my age) is about eight. We do not look like the television show characters though. We look like ourselves at those ages.

However, Brian Keith is himself, as I know him as Brian Keith rather than his character on the television show. The same with Sebastian Cabot. There is no memory of any of the actors having died. There is no memory of my sister having died. Even though Zsuzsanna is present and we are in the Stadcor Street house, all other memory of my current conscious self identity is absent.

Zsuzsanna, Marilyn, and I are in the kitchen. Brian Keith is working with some sort of large boiler (mostly shaped like a vertically rectangular prism) in the northwest corner of the kitchen. It nearly reaches the ceiling. Something goes wrong and hot water sprays out to the opposite side of the kitchen from the top of the boiler. I watch Brian working in an attempt to fix it. Still, a piece of the boiler falls out from the back. I see many flames near the bottom. I vaguely perceive Brian Keith as my father, even though on the television show, he was my character’s uncle. Even so, I start to realize that there may be danger. I am thinking it will explode and destroy much of the house.

Brian stays, still trying to fix the problem, although I get Marilyn and Zsuzsanna to leave with me by going to the front of the house. On the way, Sebastian Cabot is sitting in an armchair (facing south) in the center of the lounge room, reading a novel. I tell him about the boiler. He formally waves us off to indicate that we should go to the porch to escape the danger. However, he remains seated and calm as if not concerned about the imminent explosion. I think about walls exploding toward us if we do not get to the porch in time, but at another level, I am not really that concerned and remain without much emotion.

Despite the setting having been the Stadcor Street house up to this point, when we go out to the porch from a fictional door in the middle of the west wall of the lounge room, we are then on the King Street boarding house porch (in America).

My dream ends around this point and there is no explosion. (A porch is my most common dream state end marker, which symbolizes the higher level of unconsciousness between dreaming and waking in real time, and has as such since early childhood.)

There is another dream after this, which is not related to this one at all. However, there is then a dream that is related to this same scenario but somewhat different. I am now as I was in the 1980s, though I also, in direct contradiction, perceive myself to have the computer that I have now at our present address. I am even aware of where my computer is, or was, regarding the Stadcor Street house. Oddly though, I do not recall my current conscious self status or of living in Australia (even though the Stadcor Street house is in Australia and I still live in Australia).

The boiler is still acting up. Brian Keith is not present, but I talk to Marilyn (recognizing her as my real sister this time) about how hot it is getting near the west kitchen wall, which may affect the east wall of my den. I ask her if the heat will ruin my computer and she nods without speaking. I yell “f–k you” at an absent Brian Keith about ten times prior to fully waking. (I have not seen “Family Affair” since the 1970s.)

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What a delightfully and ridiculously mangled mess of nonsense this is. I have no idea where any of it came from other than the waking transition symbolism that has been very familiar since childhood. (This includes a boiler or furnace symbolizing the emergent consciousness factor via RAS - the reticular activating system, which is perceived as causing the dream state to enter an “end of the world” perspective, usually completely unrelated to waking life and restricted to merely symbolizing the end of the dream state as it has thousands of other times since early childhood. Fire typically symbolizes the conscious self identity in its emergent consciousness roots in coming out of the dream state - though in this case, there is also the association with the hotter weather.) The kitchen setting usually indicates mild hunger during sleep, more so towards morning. There is also the possibility that, in this case, the potential for the boiler exploding relates to the digestive process (as it was in the kitchen), though I did not have heartburn at any recent point. My concern about my computer was from a subliminal thread of memory from a worker coming in early this morning and fixing the ceiling in our front room, though the computer is on the opposite side from where the work was done.

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Morning of December 20, 2017. Wednesday.



I am writing a booklet in my dream about a factor which has remained consistent since early childhood. It is called “The Roof Factor.” I am not lucid. In reality, I had thought about writing an entry on the concept. I focus on dreams about open ceilings and roof repair.

Before I was nine years old, I came to understand some dream features signified the level of consciousness. I noticed dreams featuring open ceilings were more likely to occur in a certain level of awareness, in a particular part of the sleep cycle, when my conscious self identity was present to a greater extent than in other dreams (more than when such as a porch is rendered to represent the waking space). Most open ceiling dreams feature my current address and most often have more common dream state indicators. (Most of my non-lucid dreams have less conscious self connections and distort in anachronistic composites of various places I have lived in the past). It validates a ceiling or roof as representing a specific level of consciousness in a similar way as a wall or fence in relating to liminal space division, though with viable threads of conscious self identity. That is even more so with dream state indicators such as beds in being potential exit points or focal points of emerging consciousness factors. (I do not typify a ceiling or roof as a dream state indicator, as it does not directly relate to bedrooms or beds).

I do a lot of writing and reading in my dream, going back over at least a dozen dreams with the roof factor. Eventually, I wake to feel vaguely annoyed at having “lost” all my writing. Experiencing a long dream while writing about them while not aware that I was dreaming was amusing and ironic.

There were more dream references here than in other dreams in recent memory. They had an interesting connection with the replacement of our roof in real life after the storm had torn it off over a month ago, which was the scariest event in our lives.

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Readability score: 61.

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Morning of December 20, 2017. Wednesday.



Bus to Bunk Beds

I am aware of a double-decker bus in our neighborhood where we presently live. It seems to be afternoon. I see it pass three different times. After it stops for a time on the street and about two houses east of our house, I discover it is mainly now made of the bunk beds of our two youngest sons. I am annoyed because it may take some time and work in getting it back in our house.

A singular vehicle, whether it is a bus, car, airplane, or boat, is typically a form of autosymbolism that stems from the illusory physicality of the dream state. In this case, it actually transitions to the dream state indicator of the bunk beds as further validation of how such autosymbolism forms in REM sleep, almost like a virtual reverse engineering of the dream sequence itself. This is quite common in my dreams and one of the factors that helped me understand dreams at a very early age.

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Lounge Room Enterprise

I am lying on the lounge room floor in the morning when I realize our lounge room “is” the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701 from the original “Star Trek” series). At times, I consider if I am inconveniencing the crew by lying near the captain’s chair (to its right). No one says anything or asks me to move or get up. Additionally, there is not a viable sense of traveling through outer space in this case, though it is not implied to be the television series set either. Looking up at our television, which seems mostly normal, it shows stars and what looks like small curly hairs moving toward the viewer, our television apparently serving as the Enterprise viewscreen.

This was similar to “Helicopter Not Landing Yet” (relative to its specific type of autosymbolism) from Christmas morning of 2016 and a number of other dreams since childhood. In such dreams, the vestibular system correlation associated with the illusory physicality of the dream state transmutes into a house or other building perceived as a vehicle, with various levels of ambiguity (including the essence of bilocation in some cases, which is common in my dreams). This includes dreams such as “Riding in a House Back to Arcadia”, where my Cubitis home travels down the highway as an oversized bus.

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“White Christmas” Not a Trigger

I hear lyrics from “White Christmas” (sitting in the lounge room of our present home, possibly hearing it from a radio or television), but I do not catch this dream state indicator, that is, the phrase “I’m dreaming”. Such dream state indicators rarely trigger lucidity and if anything, keep me relaxed on the passive side of RAS mediation, even though they have occurred throughout every sleep cycle for over 50 years. That is moot though, since I seem to think it is near June rather than December and see it as unusual in that way, as being “unseasonable”.

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Along with “Theme Park Drive with Zsuzsanna” and “The Roof Factor”, 5 of 12 regular dreams for this date are presently online. (By “regular”, I mean other than the numerous hypnagogic dreams at the beginning of each sleep cycle, which are typically too many to count or feasibly record.)

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Mountain Security Base

In this dream I was moving from one location in the US to another. I used to live in Marshfield Wisconsin when I was a kid. I have many fond memories of it, and would like to revisit one day. In fact I intend to make my old house in Spencer Wisconsin, just 10 minutes away from Marshfield, into a persistent dream location since I have dreamed about it so much. Several months ago I moved to Illinois, which is what prompted this dream I just had today. I also just watched Moana which kind of attributed to this as well. I forget exactly which location I moved to in this dream, but it was on an island almost exactly like the one in Moana, only covered in snow. I remember passing through Marshfield, Wisconsin on the way there. In this dream I recognized the town going through it, and acknowledged this was the 3rd time being there (In the dream, there seemed to be past memories of driving past/through this town on other occasions, but not IRL). Within no time I arrived in the city and state I was intending to go. The trip was by car. I didn't spend long here, before looking at a map to see just how far away Marshfield was from here. On the map it said 18 hours away, but that was because I had to go around this huge mountain in the middle of the island. I scouted the area with some sort of drone and saw various things that looked like robots and robot enclaves. Something caused my drone to fail, so I decided it would be best to just start my journey. I packed up and started walking.

I much liked the scenery. I looked at all the hills and trails, and trees, and even these enclaves I mentioned earlier. I tried to stay away from them, but they kept trying to get closer to me, almost to shoo me away. It wasn't long at all before I started hearing a loud alarm. It was like a high-pitched constant noise meant to warn anyone who hears it. Either that or a siren. I heard children crying, and I started to look around me. The path I was on went steadily up the mountain parallel to it. So if you continue up this path it will take you around and around until you reach the top; the mountain was so large that this path seemed quite straight however. As I looked around me I saw many guards stationed around, and 2 children being picked up by security and put into police cars. I noticed many dogs roaming around just off the path I was on. The guards, including where the children were caught appeared to be on a path just to my left about 10 or 15 feet. I then saw floodlights and chain link fences all about, and I started quickly to walk back the way I came. I don't know how far I must have walked, but it was evident I should not be here.

A guard grabbed me by my arm on my way back and started asking me questions. She was clearly older than me. I was only around 14 in this dream for some reason, but she was around 23 or 24, fairly tall, and had long brown hair under a police hat. I asked her if this was some sort of military base and she told me I had no idea, as if it were something much more. She asked where I came from, and I told her. I told her that I didn't see much of anything, and would not tell anyone the things I had seen. (Except anyone who may be reading this blog post.) I said I would love to get a tour of the place, but I understand protocol, that it must be a very secret place and you would likely have to be a high leveled general to enter. She responded lightheartedly that just about any utility worker could gain entrance. She told the story of how they got someone in to install internet around the base, and he was given no security clearance. I was starting to think just how stupid this must be that she is sharing all this info with me, and just as I was about to say something she responded that they have a system in place that if any part of the base is tampered with or modified in any way unexpected, then the whole area goes on lockdown. The lights go out, the doors are sealed, and the area is secured until it can be investigated. I responded that it would allow them to immediately know where any breach is and who had done it. I then corrected myself to say they would not know the person's identity, but they would soon find out of course.

Just then a second guard caught up with us and almost all dialogue ceased. He led us down a flight of stairs hidden in a rock somewhere. He asked where it was I wanted to return to, and I said the state I had come from. This was the last I had seen of the first security guard. I can only assume the worst had happened to her after our encounter. I quickly descended the staircase over and over. I could see no end in sight. The stairs were almost like a stairwell in a tall building. You could not see the next floor down until you reached it- there wasn't a clear path down the railings you could look down through. The stairs were all cramped and slanted. There was no room to stand. You must down down at an angle. They were also not all uniform either, as some went different directions. I believe there were some small landings that had exits to locations nearby, but I knew by the guard's silence that none of these were my exit. He had been going behind me the whole time, and keeping a strong pace with me. I had to gown down many steps backwards, so that allowed me to keep him in sight. He had a very stern and solemn look, as if all emotions were erased within him. Just as I came upon an exit I realized I had forgotten what state I had moved to earlier in the week. I told the guard I was to be brought back to Texas, and so it was. I exited the stairway by myself through a small vent behind some chairs in a grocery/hardware store. Nobody noticed me as I got out of the vent, covered the entrance, and walked out into the warm Texas breeze.
Now in this dream Texas was still in the mainland, but Wisconsin, Illinois, and the other state I moved to in this dream, of which I have no recollection of the name, were all on the island with the huge mountain.

New house
I am not sure where this dream fits in. I feel it was a dream I had just before the one above. I recall my brother, who had the appearance of Matpat from youtube, kept showing a group of people around the house to his room. He was not the only one to do this, and I don't remember the whole purpose, but he wanted to take it an extra step each time. He would hide and wait until the whole group of us were gathered near his room, and he would throw a surprise of some sort and make a show of it. I have forgotten just what he was showing us, but it was something new each time. Eventually he changed bedrooms to a neglected part of the house. It was a small door located in a crawlspace in the basement. The door was much to small to fit through by anyone bigger than a small child, but he somehow managed. I saw this room when we moved into this house, but I had no desire to take it since I could see no easy way in. Nobody had examined this room before my brother had, so nobody had seen its potential. The people who lived in this house, and the group checking the rooms were my grandparents, my parents, my aunt and uncle, my other brother, and this brother's children. As it turns out this room was not dark or basement like at all. In fact it led to a secret part of the house that could not be seen from the outside. It was shrouded in mystery and had to use some sort of technology in its creation to hide it from prying eyes. There was a door to the left of the room that had not existed before being examined closely. This door led to a small room. It was an entry way to both an outside porch and the hidden bedroom that was there all along. You could always see this bedoom through the small door mentioned before, but you could not see its potential until you entered via this hidden hallway. The room was well lit and bare. Someone had lived here several decades prior, but this is the first time someone had gained enterance since then. It was very bright due to the outside light peering in from the veranda, and very clean as the room could not even allow for dust to gather about. Inside was just a queen size bed and a flat screen television with a mirror over it on the wall.

Youtube video
This one is more of a dream fragment. It involved being in the dark, on the same island mentioned above, watching a video on a computer on a desk in the middle of a fenced in area. There seemed to be nobody around, but I felt I was in danger as I watched the following videos. They were filmed by a man named David Knight of Infowars. He was showing off a new popular video game, and these images and themes hidden inside meant to program and brainwash anyone who had played it. They were obvious, but ignored by the vast majority of players. The signs had been messages from global overlords saying they would rule the people and establish their kingdom. Their way is the way of the future, and there should be no dissidents. Slowly these people in power would take over control of minor things around the population. Eventually, 1000 years down the road everything would be subtley owned, controlled, and created by the global elite. The average person would not notice it at all, but their whole lives would be under the control of some dark force unless they started to fight against it now.

Bear in mind I actually find David Knight a very reasonable person outside of that dream, and even though I don't watch him often, I would recommend his opinions and stances on many things.

Date of Dream: WED 20 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 247 - Appointment With A Dream Guide

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was at a Target store with my mum and my brother. My mum was acting up about something but I was the one ultimately forced to apologise. She would constantly pressure me to apologise to her even though she was the one in the wrong. I told her to give me half an hour to think of something. She kept being silly but I didn't give up and told her to wait until 7:30.

I went to another section of Target where there was a hammock tied in-between two poles. I lay down on the hammock, took out my phone and made Dreamy WB appear on the screen... She had her Oktoberfest appearance with the frizzed out afro. Dreamy WB was moving around in the phone and she actually told me how best to “apologise” to my mum. I ended up finishing up with Dreamy WB when my analogue watch said 7:25.

So at 7:25, I pressed the button at the side of the phone to send it to sleep and then walked up to my mum. She was in the cosmetics section and I said to her, something like, “See? I didn't even go until 7:30”. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



This dream happened precisely in sync with a real life event, in which my mum was claiming me to be the one in the wrong but she was the one being absolutely ridiculous and immature. I'm proud of myself because I stayed calm throughout the entire situation.

Date of Dream: TUE 19 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 246 - Separated Sections

Dream 246 A - The Disorganised Committee
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I received a phone call from the Internal Welfare Co-ordinator of the TAFE. She was asking me to come in and help her organise an event for the student community. It was Monday, I told her I couldn't come in because I had advanced diploma classes. I did say to her though that I could come in on Thursday. WK still kept talking but CP, the events organiser in real life, was actually in the room with me and he was making silly noises... I had to yell at him to shush.

It skips to later in the dream, still on a Monday and I decide to call WK back. I say to her that I can actually come in still if she wants me to but she told me that she had just finished working, so that was done for. That's all I can remember about that dream.

Dream 246 B - Mario The Musician
I don't remember the start of this dream. I was looking through my container full of craft materials in the dining room of my old house. I then sort through a box of all these plush toys. In there, I find this mix between a reindeer, elf and Super Mario. After taking the toy out of the box, it actually comes to life and has Mario's voice. It hopes up onto a higher shelf and gets this guitar from nowhere. It then comes over to me and actually teaches me how to play a song on this guitar. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Morning of December 19, 2017. Tuesday.



This dream occurred during the time we had been trying to sleep, early in the morning, with the roofers having worked on our house in reality, but during their break and when we fell asleep.

In my dream, there is a scene where one of the roofers is actually in our house and I see that he is watching Zsuzsanna sleep. I am not lucid. This annoys me very much, but he soon leaves. Meanwhile, I notice strange features hanging from the ceiling, about three feet from the floor. There are four of them, defining a square’s vertices. They look like vertically flat objects, seemingly made of material such as vinyl, but with the look of a chest of drawers. I do not consider this feature strange even though most of my conscious self identity is extant.

Later, I am looking through our clerestory windows and see two roofers (each one’s face through a different window, the first and third from the left). A lot of black smoke is coming from the first roof tier to the left. Apparently, it is coming from a power tool, but I am vaguely considered that it may be toxic. The other male is looking on. Both look at us at times. This has the essence of a false awakening, and the roofers are starting to make noise in real life by this point.

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This is a typical intruder dream triggered by real environmental sounds and vaguely perceived “intruders” at the time. However, they did not actually come into our house or watch us through our clerestory windows, as this is just the RAS (reticular activating system) mode that functions as such when one is unconscious. (Understanding dreams is not difficult despite most people bizarrely having no clue as to what a dream actually is). I am not lucid in this particular case. Chase dreams are of the same nature, also rendered by way of RAS, which renders the personified preconscious to alert the dreamer into waking, because waking is a biological necessity. It is that simple. (Some people do have too much stress, though, and as such, would likely rather to continue to sleep, which RAS simply will not allow out of biological need.)

Additionally, looking through a window represents the waking space (that is, the liminal space between dreaming and waking). The black smoke (a real-time symbol) symbolizes the nature of being asleep (and has occurred in other dreams as such, including a few positive, even blissful dreams). The unusual hanging features likely relate to the fact I am not “on the ground”. That is, it is a dream state indicator similar to that of “The Hanging Doll” in that it symbolizes my physical body being in bed, though is also linked to my dream’s distorted perception of the four roofers, and their temporary status of being on our home’s roof (as four “floating chests” that have very limited storage for “a longer stay”). I have always found it utterly bizarre that people do not seem to understand that what is going on in a dream is based on being in the dream state itself. How could so many people not be aware of something so obvious?

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The roofers in real life extended and built over our second-tiered roof (pretty much destroying the purpose of a clerestory roof) so that it now blocks the clerestory windows and only ugly rafters are visible. One even said he would come around and board them up from inside. Zsuzsanna told him no, but for people to even do things like this and suggest things like this means that something is apparently “missing” from their mind, an inability to think or understand anything (too much alcohol perhaps? In the DNA?). Zsuzsanna and I have conversations often about what is “missing” from so-called normal people.

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Don’t have all the details in mind but from what I recall I was lucid and brought to Dawn who said we were connected though unexpected. I was than given white chocolate in rectangular shapes and munched on them while I waited to see what would happen next. Another dc came and was organizing stuff around us while I waited. Don’t recall what happen next but I know I took the moment to appreciate my lucidity in this dream when I was. The non lucid part caught my attention but I forgot it by now