non-lucid

a close my eyes and let the abyss engulf me I darkness I will become one with the universe I utter under my breath as the darkness looms over a fantasy of star lights I grasp the darkness with pinch nerves wondering how I wake if I only see nothingness I wonder for a minute as the darkness becomes fading smoke gestures as the light starts taking control I see the darkness expand turn into foolish gestures as they light start glimmering the wakefulness of being up prompts me into waking up some more like I'm transforming dark into light as the light become more temper my mind becomes consciousness as I start dreaming I notice that the light can do whatever it pleases without darkness getting in the way as the gestures become more intent my dream form fades into a light phase of smoke gestures surrounding me in a prison of dreams as I wake I become lucid as I'm becoming lucidity itself the dawn of eternity becomes light and darkness as I try to wake from this sleep I become more powerful until the next time the light and darkness fades

Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 12:00 PM


Dream:
It seems to me I am in the desert, almost keeling over due to the lack of food in my system. The "narrator" of the dream (Who sounds a lot like Oxhorn who, in short, sounds like Tom Hanks) says I am on a quest to find a "warm animal".

Apparently the temperature is so hot that animals in the desert literally cook from the inside out. I come across a dead goat, or some other creature like that, and pick apart nicely sliced pieces of meat from its body.

It tastes savory, but also something that could be served at a barbecue due to its peppery sort of taste. It's also kind of spicy, and the meat itself was reddish orange with black spots, implying it was cooked recently. It was, as expected, pretty warm for being recently cut meat from a goat's body. I snuck along a bag full of the stuff along with me.

I come across another traveller, but from this point on I don't really remember much. He talks to me about where he can find this meat, and I told him that those goats are all over the desert, not wanting to give up my share.

And the rest is all fuzzy images from that point on.


Notes

1. First time I ever engaged in taste in a dream, though non lucid. Sadly, I don't think goat meat counts as junk food so no TOTM for me.

2. Now I suddenly don't feel hungry for some reason.

Morning of December 28, 2017. Thursday.



I stand before a brick wall with variegated brick colors. The glowing word “FLOATING” (in uppercase, with white letters) appears hovering in the air a couple inches in front of the wall at about face level. That is, each letter of the word itself is floating in the air (and has a neon essence) and I consider that is what the meaning of this feature is (as if associated with a “Sesame Street” short). I am non-lucid, so I fail to recognize the usual vestibular system symbolism, which directly symbolizes being in the dream state. The wall symbolizes the division between the non-lucid fictional dream self identity and the conscious self identity in waking life, though also metaphorically serves as the division between lucidity and non-lucidity while in the dream state.

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Fragment
Something about Noah, maybe V and my sister too. Woke up with Raspberry Beret stuck in my head.

I really don't remember much on how this started but somehow from the sky we were transported to a place of red armor roof tops and grey slated buildings. Upon arriving, we ( a group of people who I do not know) could hear explosions and shooting from pretty much all directions. Then the people that I was around all ran away. I didn't knew where to go or what to do. That's when I heard someone yell something in what I suspect to be in chinese.

That's when you could see a huge bomb land and shook the entire area for a good minute. People kept running and almost bumping in to me. That's when I saw a man in grey trying to shoot people. After killing a few people, he see's me and attempts to take a couple rounds at me. I somehow manage to not get hit but very quickly it partial became clear to me that I wouldn't get hurt. I said it to myself in my head that I am dreaming. Upon realizing this I made an attempt to get shot so that the shock of it will wake me up. I also was curious to know what the dream would make me feel once I did take a bullet.

Before I knew it, I had a false awakening and was lying in my bed with my lucidity gone. When my eyes open this weird looking sharingan was present for about 5 seconds with in my eye sight. I got up from the bed and could see a few people and what look to be my father running. I could tell by the design that we were at the entrance of an airplane. People were rushing through the hall way to get on to it as everyone had this feeling the entire area was going to blow up.

The door's open and was quickly closing itself, leaving anyone who did not get on to it fast enough screwed. I had miss the first one but fortunately got the chance to get on the second one.

Dec 22

I dreamed I was at some sort of beach area (maybe with tide pools?). Just before that, I’d been having some weird bdsm dreams that I ain’t sharing online (basically I was borrowing some kinda book or dvd from the college library and it was full of wild stuff); this one was much more family-friendly.
It started off sunny and warm, and one of the first things that happened was that I found a baby sea turtle. I scooped it out of the water (not really feeling the water but seeing and feeling the turtle very vividly) and excitedly showed it to the rest of my family.
Soon enough it turned that there were loads of types of turtles around, including something called a “castle turtle” that was huge (maybe like three feet across) and had its head coming up through the middle of its shell, perched on a long neck. Its name was basically a reference to its defensive mannerisms and centrally situated head: it peered out over its shell as though looking out over its castle, and was constantly prepared to swim away from danger coming at any angle.
There was also some sort of kitten/turtle hybrid, which, in adult form, didn’t have many kitten characteristics, but which gave birth to straight-up kittens. The kittens couldn’t breathe underwater and had to learn to swim at least a little (they were bad at it no matter what). I was quite worried when I watched from underwater as a kitten, trying to swim, got close to the floor of the shallow water and seemed at risk of getting its flailing front paws tangled in a seaweed plant. Ultimately, I rationalized it as “a way for kitten genes to spread out into the ocean.”
After that, we moved a short distance down the shore, and everything grew much colder. It’s hard to remember, but I think the family was getting in a van when I noticed a huge turtle’s neck sticking out of the water, completely covered in a thick layer of ice.
I got excited and yelled for my family to see this and help me, while I started removing pieces of ice. Soon enough the turtle was free, and retracted its head underwater… only to come back up a moment later. It seemed that it was quite attached to hanging out in that position, even if it meant becoming frozen. Underneath the ice, its coloring had some brilliant oranges and greens (which clashed a bit, but was quite striking all the same).
There were a lot of details in the dream that I left out because they were confusing, vague, or nonsensical compared to the rest of the dream. I hope that by only remembering the clear parts, it’ll help my dreams become more clear and stable as well.

Dec 23
This was about reuniting with a girl from my old youth group (NG) and her developing an eating disorder. I wasn’t hugely on-board with that as a dream topic so I didn’t write it down.

Dec 24
I dreamed I was in the middle of nowhere, at night, in an area where peeps were all about adopting dogs. Not the first time I’ve dreamed about nighttime countryside things so it all felt a little bit familiar.
Somehow I arrived at the house of the Main Family that’d led everyone else in adopting dogs (specifically, the mother of the family was the Dog Adoption Guru of sorts). They had a big golden retriever on their porch (I think?). I wanted to talk to them so I literally just… walked in the front door and then called out to let them know I was in their living room. It felt like the wrong approach even in the dream, but somehow it didn't occur to me to knock on the door... or else it seemed like they weren't home and I decided to straight-up walk in to check.
Surprisingly they didn’t mind the intrusion. The lady and her husband showed up from a back room (the kitchen), like they'd just been hanging out back there, and I’m not sure what we talked about but eventually they tried to sell me some cereal. They had big boxes of cereal arranged along the walls of their dining room (the layout was living room, dining room, kitchen, from front to back). They tried to sell me a Fairly Large box of Lucky Charms for $130, which was ridiculous even in the dream.
I ended up settling for smaller boxes of cereal, running around $30 or so, and figured I was getting a good price.

Dec 27 (gore warning)
Dreamed I was trapped on a space station in a horror scenario. I was with a colleague, whose name and face I don't remember and probably wasn't aware of. Our other four colleagues were already dead by the time the dream started, their bodies drifting very gradually within the station. I was watching the vacant face of one of these bodies; her eyes were open and staring, and as I watched, they slid over to look directly at me.
This was reason enough for my colleague and I to barricade ourselves in one room. I can clearly remember there being a sort of shaft going down through the floor of this room, with one of those "staring corpses" floating inside. I shoved something down there to block its way in case it got any ideas, and then put the shaft's flimsy plastic covering on top.
After that, my colleague and I had some sort of terrible idea; we had three or so bodies (either human or some form of robotic doll) that we were going to mutilate and then arrange around the room as part of a ritual. Even in the dream, I had no idea what we were specifically accomplishing by doing this. Regardless, we set to work, cutting out the body's tongue and placing it in its lap, and then slicing open its cheeks so that its mouth fell open. At this point there was blood all over it, and more pouring from the gashes in its face, and we were just about to put some finishing touches on all this and move on to the next body when some rather-more-sane survivors burst through our barricaded door and saw what we were doing.
The second they broke in, my colleague and I panicked, realizing that they were about to get the wrong idea. We tried to call out to them that it was okay, hoping that we could placate them before they decided we were insane, but since I had no clue what we were even doing or why, there wasn't much I could say other than "NO! It's okay!" or something similar. Obviously they paid more attention to the bloody spectacle than to my unconvincing words, running into the room and then coming to a halt with expressions of shock and anger.
In retrospect, I'm pretty sure my colleague and I were the craziest peeps on the station.

Another dream was that I was a TA back at UVA, running a math class that my brother happened to be taking. He was, as usual, struggling in his classes, and I was tasked with putting together the exam he was about to take. The temptation to make it easier for his sake, or even to make it easier for him specifically, was almost overwhelming; however, I never actually reached the point of the dream where I chose how to structure the test.

Dec ?
I don't know when I dreamed this one, but I dreamed the family was visiting our grandparents (father's side) for the holidays. Somehow it was pretty unpleasant and I think I ended up making microwaved meals for myself to get by. There was something else about a game but for a long time now, the concepts I've encountered in dreams are terribly difficult to translate into real-life terms or even remember correctly... and this dream was no exception.
That said, I've been reading about kaizen, and I might be able to apply mind sculpturing to lucid dreaming in a way that makes my dreams clearer and less abstract (the book in question is One Small Step Can Change Your Life by Robert Maurer).

Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 10:00 AM



Dream 01:
I remember being in a white and sterile environment, much like an empty doctor's office or some high-tech research facility. I think in the dream I was fighting some monster, a theme that hadn't been present since I was, well, 12 years old. I seemed to have god powers in the dream as well, and the fight is heavily one-sided. I feel a sense of deep empowerment and relief as I slice up the enemy Kingdom Hearts II style, and finishing it off by slicing it with light powers.

And that is the end of it.



Dream 02:
I'm in high school again as I spot my old friend, Ace. It's an awkward introduction at first, since I kind of, let's say, burned a few bridges with her that I'm not proud of. A wave of embarrassment runs down my face, stress sweat, blushing, heating up, you get the idea.

In the dream she has completely black hair for some reason, and she is wearing a faded dark-grey jacket. She always seems to dye her hair (Even when I knew her way back when) so I didn't really catch on and do a reality check. Anyway, I start talking to her. She's still her usual chipper and weird self, and she kind of doesn't really care that I had burned bridges with her. Though her proportions have changed (AKA her butt was bigger for some reason).

I begin to wonder "Why am I still so worked up about it after all these years?" but brush that aside to continue having a conversation with her. We were at the cafeteria, but for some odd reason the lunch ladies and food aren't there. They always seemed to have a habit of setting up after the students got there anyhow.


NOTES:

1. The whole theme of fighting god monsters and reuniting with old friends is quite weird all things considered. These are all things that have never happened to me in recent years, due in part to me having wanted to forget about them. Maybe my subconsciousness is trying to tell me something here.

2. This is the 5th dream in a row where I was in some kind of foreign or fantastical environment. Being in my room used to be one of my biggest reality checks and now I'm barely even inside my house in dreams anymore. Perhaps I'm getting slightly more detached from reality? Could be.

As I was walking around a big goat like creature with horns attacked me: Fear me, for I'm great Krampus!
I laughed on that. As I walked it ran against me... and I slapped it and one horn had fallen from its head broken. And creature vanished. I tried to find it, but... well I was walking around for some time and I didn't find it. When I was in one house I saw a man who was looking on window where flies flew. And that man told me: You are looking for Krampus- one of the flies saw him, we must extract it from its brain (as if fly has any brain) I tried to catch the fly but I squashed it accidentally.

When I got out I was in my city so I walked to bus station to take a bus to my village. But on the station I saw some crates full of clockmakers tools close to garbage bins. When I saw that I quickly started to look any usable tool I saw there not wanting to let those tools be wasted... Sonia walked around me, while calling, that I will miss my bus home. I told her to take that bus, that I need to save those tools, that they are unique and precious. So she went with the bus and I was left on the station, searching through crates till the end of dream.

Remarks
I saw a film on TV named Krampus(2015) and when my 5 years old daughter told me that she fears that monster, I told her, that it is more laughable than scary.
My father was clockmaker and I was repairing clocks in past too... and I still have tools for repairing of clocks.
My friend had shoulder long hair here- she has about 15cm longer hair in reality. I wonder whether she got her hair clipped

Date of Dream: WED 27 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 250 - Separated Sections

Dream 250 A - A Christmas Blessing
I don't remember what happened at the start of this dream. From where I do remember, I was in some random, unknown place. To me, it looked the inside of a van/trailer. I was thinking about sending a Christmas wish to WB via messaging on the phone. This dream simulated a lot of emotions common to the real life scenario (which I didn't end up going ahead with). In the dream, I did send the message off and then I just sat there, shaking in my boots because I thought she'd get really angry and even press block on me for trying to wish her a Merry Christmas.

The dream skipped forward a few minutes and I actually got a reply on my phone. It was a message lengthier than one I would potentially receive in real life. In the dream, WB told me that she bumped into my mum and that WB actually bought me something for Christmas this year. It was a red, felt-like ornament bent into some curvy C-shape which she had attached a photo of below her online text. As soon as I touched the photo with my finger, the ornament disappeared from the white table cloth in the photo and appeared on my lap. That's all I can remember for this dream.

Dream 250 B - Refurbished School
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was back at Killester for a visit... Again. I was walking around and as usual, trying to locate WB. In the dream, she was still in Year 11 where I wasn't in year 12. I asked a few girls where the year 11 area was and I eventually worked out that it was this three storey coloured building in the middle of the school, close to the library.

Some girls had classes on the second floor and others had classes on the third floor. I went in on the second floor and saw girls including EO, BB and EL in a classroom, but not WB. I asked them all where WB was but they didn't have an idea. Egat eventually told me to try and look in the newly refurbished year 12 building. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 250 C - Crazy Class Baking
I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was going for a visit at Camelot Rise Primary School. I don't exactly recall what my intention was over there. I think I was trying to see if I could see any familiar teachers around from when I was there in real life. I eventually came across my year 6 teacher but wanted to avoid him for some reason. He ended up just walking after me but as soon as I started running from him, he started running after me!

He chased me down the one side of the steps near the main courtyard, I'm surprised that in the dream, I didn't fall down the stairs but was rather able to keep running. The wild goose chase got to the side of the biggest classroom in the school with faced out onto the year 5/6 playground. He got so close to me at one point and then he actually grabbed me and caught me. He was being super cheerful but I just found the situation extremely awkward and I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Soon, I was by myself again and I found that I was in the area of the year 4 portables. I eventually ran into my year 6 maths teacher and she was also very happy to see me but this encounter was pleasant rather than awkward. She said that her class was busy but that I was invited to join 4J for some Christmas festivities. I entered the classroom of 4J to be greeted by an unfamiliar teacher. She said that the class and her were supposed to be baking Christmas cakes.

The dream skipped scenes to my current house and apparently we were going to do the baking in my kitchen. I was helping the teacher to open the oven and this little blonde haired boy was standing near us, constantly haggling us for something and acting slightly bratty. I ended up telling off the little boy but the teacher said not to. I explained to her that they were in my house and so I had the right to tell him to keep safe and not tamper with my stuff. There was a snippet in the dream where it showed the finished product of the beautifully iced Christmas cookies. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

-(L)-Caught a FA. I noticed the fan was running and the display was on even though the actual thing (outside the dream) was off. I got out of bed, and looked N, and then a gray and white cat got my attention. I walked over to pet it, and it purred. Suddenly, both it and Snickers were sleeping on my bed. (Also, this new cat was about the same size as Snickers)
-I was inside a cool underground facility in a room with tables full of unrecognized junk. I walked into an adjacent room that was smaller, the last, and the ceiling was a skylight. It was during the night, and I saw some parking lot lights, and the wall of a building. Suddenly, the dream let me know of a person that was walking closer to me with Satan. They were one the floor above me. I can’t remember the whole conversation, but I replied, “Is there a way that can leave without pain or death?” The guy said, “You’ll just look from your window!” I replied, “No, I can’t, this place is underground.” [Skip] Back in the bigger, first room, Alan was sitting in a random, comfy chair. The chair was also 2-sided. Next, we set up some unstable stairs (which consisted of one wooden chair, and the brown rocking chair (comfy) to try to reach the floor above us.
-Liberty Ridge had a road that came in from the northeast. There happened to be a gas station in the north corner, and another gas station in the east corner. So, we got out of the car, walked into the east gas station shop, and bought some cereal.
[New Scene]
I found myself in England with Jeremy Clarkson. I said, “Britain needs more mountains. [Talking a little about Washington mountains and hikes.]” He was like, “Yeah.” It didn’t matter where I was, whether I was standing there, driving somewhere else; all I saw was slightly rolling, green landscape.
[New Scene]
So I was playing Smash 4 with an acquaintance. I was Mario, and he was Greninja. He had the tag “Mew2King.” I beat him, of course. The killing blow was a reverse Ore Club hit. The stage was Kalos Pokemon League. Earlier, I saw some notes that M2K himself apparently made. It contained a list of everybody that we was going to play against that day.
-I spawned (I think) in a forest on a trail, with a backpack. The stuff in the backpack included a huge bucket of pencils, a 5-subject notebook, some scraps of foil, and maybe some food. Along the trail, I dropped the foil, and decided that seeing what was ahead was more important than retrieving the foil. I soon came to a river (deep, fast-flowing) that I needed to cross. There was ice cover up to 15ft from some rocks over the river. I looked around for a couple of sticks that were big enough to help me cross. I found one that was satisfactory, and one that was not. By now, the ice and snow were almost gone, so I started to walk across. Two steps in, and I find a very suitable stick, just standing in the river. A couple more steps in, and I come to a dual-floored deck. (I was now 15ft above the river) I carefully climbed down to the second level, and jumped from there onto a 45° deck slope. Now on the other side of the river, I decided to set up a beacon pillar, since it was getting dark. The light itself looked exactly like a thermal discouragement beam. The dream camera then switched and panned down the river for a while before coming to stop, where a few people were coming. Also I noticed two other beacons from that camera angle.
[New Scene]
I found myself in some kind of school, still with my backpack. I had no clue of what I was supposed to be doing. There was one point where I had gotten a writing utensil out, and put it back. Another scene happened, where a young female asked me if she knew me. I was like, “You look familiar…..did you go to KLE?” “No.” “Then nope.” [Skip] The TARDIS appeared in the floor around the TARDIS. They acted similar to black holes, except the compressions lasted for about 3 seconds each. Everyone (all 4 of us) rushed into the TARDIS to avoid the random compressions, but before we got there, compressions tried to kill us. We eventually got in one by one until all of us were protected from the gravitational forces inside the TARDIS.
Lucid Time: 30-60 seconds

DJ Log: December 26, 2017 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am floating around a familiar yard with several people, one of them is guiding us around. He is my cousin, who will be known as "J" here. He is playing several records and I am scrambling to write down the artists/tracks on random bits of paper I find laying around. We move to another part of the yard and he plays more music and I find a stack of Post-it notes and write down several titles. I look up and there are two large cylindrical "cakes" of coiled copper magnet wire with a steel pin in the center of the tops. Next to both of them is a cube of similarly caked wire. When he places a record on one of the cylinders, a group of squares illuminate on the cube. There is a section with 3 rows and 3 columns and just to the right a column with 4 rows. The illuminated squares control the music playback. There are no wires connecting any of the components.

I look back at my notes and they are all blank. ...I think, "Oh shit, I'm dreaming. I need to remember what music this is so I can find it when I wake up." I awaken with my mind as blank as the notes. I got up and quickly sketched the strange record playing machine that I saw in the dream.

(Note: The music that was playing was very heavily technical, yet minimalistic drum-n-bass, similar to several things in my collection from Dylan & Facs under the Biotic record label.)

Date of Dream: MON 25 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 249 - The Chisholm Wanderer

I don't remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was at TAFE. KW was taking one of the classes but I forgot what class it was exactly. I went outside into the corridor for some reason although the class was still going. In the dream, there were lockers in the corridor where as there are no lockers in real life. I didn't seem to know what I was doing in the dream and I had no control over where I was going.

It was only once I wandered far enough from the TAFE that I had finally felt I'd gotten myself lost. I was now trying to work my way back to the building but no matter where I went, I just got more and more lost. At one point, I tried backtracking but the path changed and I was now at a dead end with this black coloured water puddle appearing at the end of it.

The next solution was to call for Dreamy WB. I had to call for her many times and still, I didn't feel like there was any result. I eventually said, “Look, Dreamy WB, I know it's hard for you to come but please, I'm lost and I need to find my way back”. It was then that I felt this familiar, warm energy begin to surround me as I got lifted off the ground.

Dreamy WB wasn't in full form but she wasn't invisible either... It's hard to describe her appearance in this dream. After lifting me off the ground, and placing me in her lap, a cloud appeared below her... She was riding on a somewhat transparent cloud in this dream. I found that she had taken me back right to where I had started; in the corridor with the lockers. She had dropped me off and I was left standing there on my own, looking into the classroom. The dream then ended and I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

This dream was set in a universe where everything is like it is now (and so we have all the advanced technology that we have right now), except that the USSR and all the other communist states still exist. I was almost done with college (computer science), and I had to go do an internship.

As I looked through all the available internship positions on the internet, I saw one that was quite interesting, to say the least. It was an internship as system administrator in communist Romania, for leader Nicolae Ceausescu. It sounded quite crazy and adventurous, and I got to work together with a supreme leader of a country, imagine that! So I was totally into it and I took the internship.

I don't think I saw much of Bucharest or of Romania in general. The dream skipped straight to the offices of Ceausescu. He was giving me a tour around the building, telling me where everything is, telling me what my job is, etc. He told me that I would be paid in a cryptocurrency called DigitalSilver (doesn't exist in real life, by the way).

I ended up sitting in an office that looked a lot like my grandma's (dad's mom) kitchen. I was there together with 2 others, a male cook and a female secretary. We were all doing our thing: I was doing some indistinct tasks on a terminal, the cook was cooking food, and the secretary was filling in some documents. Ceausescu was roaming around the building the whole time, occasionally coming in to check on us.
At some point my mom calls me to ask how everything's going. I said everything is fine.

Spoiler for *** WARNING: GRAPHIC PART ***:

All seemed pretty chill, until at some point, Ceausescu notices an error in what the secretary was doing. He gets angry, grabs a large knife, and stabs it right into her face. It was pretty gory. He cut a whole part out of her face, like the entire middle part cut out like an apple, so that there was only a huge pyramid-shaped wound left. Her eye was hanging out of the socket. As he got the knife out and let go of her shoulder, her corpse fell down on the desk and blood was gushing out of her face. The whole scene was very upsetting.

My heart was beating very rapidly and I looked at the cook. He pretended as though he didn't see it, so I did the same. At this point I was very scared, but I tried to stay calm. I should just continue working, and avoid making any errors, and by the end of the week I can go home. Then it's just a matter of simply no longer coming back (to hell with that school degree). I continued working as best as I could, double checking every command I entered into the terminal. But I felt very very scared, and the thought of possibly getting a knife to the face like what I just saw scared me shitless and I could no longer concentrate. The more I thought of it, the faster my heart was beating, and my hands started shaking.

I wanted to call up my mom with my android phone. I waited until Ceausescu exited the room, and then I ran upstairs. This place looked a lot like my other grandma's (mom's mom) upstairs hall, together with all the bedrooms. I went behind a bed and took my cellphone. However, I had this eerie feeling that Ceausescu might've followed me, so I didn't call yet. Rather I waited for a while to hear if there wasn't any noise coming from another room. And there was no noise, but I was still very paranoid, so I slowly crawled around to check on the other bedroom.

As I peeked into the bedroom, to my surprise, I saw my SNES on a nightstand. That was very suspicious, it might be a trap. So I peeked a little further, sticking my head into the room a little. And, just as I feared, I saw Ceausescu's shadow on the floor, he was waiting for me behind the corner! I was incredibly scared and I froze. Then I made a snap decision to just flee from the place and go back downstairs to the office.

I asked the cook how I could claim the DigitalSilver tokens for the work I had done so far. Somehow, I had the time (and bad priorities) to first claim my DigitalSilver, trade them for litecoins, and sending them over to my wallet. Then I darted for the exit and the dream was over.

So the plan is that me, my 2 brothers, my neice and nephew, and my parents would all pack up and go out to eat, go to a museum, return home and open presents, and finally go to church in the evening. It was early morning when the day started. We had to take several cars for reasons not explained to me. First trip involved brother Kris driving my dad, me going with mother and the niece and nephew, and older brother going alone.
After a few hours we arrived at the restaurant. I sat down at a separate table from everyone else since the original table my family sat at could only hold 5 of us. Slowly my family came and sat with me, leaving only mother and brother Jeff sitting at the original table. Dad looked very seriously at Kris for a few seconds and started to say something of great importance..."No more biscuits for you." Kris had eaten some biscuits before we started our trip and apparently they gave him horrible gas. He stunk up the car the whole ride down here. I sighed and accepted that I would be smelling him too the next several hours until we reach our destination, but dad said the biscuits would take some time before they start affecting Kris. Long enough that I probably wouldn't be stuck in the car with him any longer.

Kris assumed I would not be going with him now, so he started arguing to mother about it and throwing a fit. I tried telling him I planned on riding with him next, but he wouldn't let me get a word in. Kris then called me names and I actually for some reason started crying. This gave me an opening to speak, and I told him it was always my plan to go with him next. While riding with him towards our destination I was catching up on some Overwatch news. The Overwatch League had started and there was an event going on for all the players to get rewarded and stay entertained while the competitions were going on. Xqc, a professional player, had gotten suspended for raging and throwing. He had to sit out the entire event. He decided to record some youtube videos on the PTR in the meantime. There were some new skins and emotes, but also a strange feature added to the hero Mercy. She was given a new ability that spawned up to 5 avatars that didn't do anything but spin around her and emote. They were transparent monks colored red, blue, green, yellow, and black. This seemed to be a beta feature that was supposed to be removed. It may be a future ability for a new hero.

We now arrived at the museum and all got out of the cars. Niece Adira started running off on her own towards the place. Someone sure seems excited to visit. We all wait in line to go enter, meanwhile I catch the name of the place (I don't remember now what it was called) and judging by the singing I hear, it appears to be an opera house of some sort. Just great...Also, it has a cost of like $40 per person and it is a 2 day event. Mother pays for us all to enter and we take our seats. There is a singing performance with a choir. The crowd is mostly older folk and the style is not my favorite. On the way in they gave everyone brochures with all the artists and performances that would be playing in order. An employee noticed my disinterest and offered me a game system to play while this all was going on. I took a look at it and it seemed to be a 3DS and a few games, but it was all on paper, folded up. It seemed to be a future console that used new technology. It would all still work the same, but it could be folded up for easy storage. I gave it back to the employee because it would be rude to ignore the performance and play alone.

There was a stage where one of the singers would stand and people could go up and take pictures with him. There was much applauding and crowd interaction. After the initial song things started getting a bit more lively and interesting. There was a duet. After that performance was a solo singer who had a great voice, and was singing a christian song. The twist though is that she never practiced for this song and it was not a mainstream song. She had to improv the whole thing. Everyone cheered for her as they were all quite impressed. I was actually really bored and disinterested the whole time. The next act had everyone get out of their seats and start jumping and clapping and moving their bodies to get some energy in the place but I was the only one in the crowed still sitting. I expected to be called out and asked to participate, but they did not call on me. The final act I saw before waking up had the stage right above our seats. The man above was doing magic tricks. Amazing tricks where his hand would appear to be floating without an arm, tricks that involved animals doing strange things, and many other typical magic tricks. I was impressed at first, and found out the magician was in fact David Copperfield, but when I looked more closely I could see the whole thing was a sham. He was hiding behind cardboard and paintings to give the illusion he was standing in front and showing off, but the crowd could only see fake imagery of the magician. Nothing there was real or live. It was all props. That was why the things he was doing made no sense. It would have been just as bad if he was digitally editing an entire performance and showing it on a screen.

Morning of December 24, 2017. Sunday.



The foundation of this dream was totally unexpected, as it was based on a computer program I wrote nearly fifteen years ago and of which I had not thought about for years, before we moved from Brisbane.

I am in an unknown residence but which seems to be where we are implied to be living. My youngest son and I are looking at a large poster-sized image of surreal imagery. In some sections, there are human-like figures of which were created randomly by a special algorithm with a basis for a more natural choice of which next color and in which direction the line would continue. I remember that the first version of my computer program merely had an equal probability for each next line to continue from its previous point. It was like watching an invisible pencil scribble all over the screen, sometimes with insignificant leaf-like or vine-like (or spaghetti-like) patterns (and of course sometimes going beyond the range of the screen and coming back again, though my second version did not have this potential occurrence). Using probability based on a real drawing or other image was more interesting, though still resulted in surreal images that usually did not really look like much of anything. Bitmap (BMP file) templates had to be used (for gleaning probability of particular values as a percentage of the original total), each template image of course producing different results.

I begin to consider that it is very strange, yet intriguing, that images that look so much like people standing around were created randomly. I consider altering how the program is running. My “computer” is very large, bigger than my entire desk in real life. The monitor is the size of a large window. The image appears on the screen and I print it out when I see something interesting.

At one point, I seem to have done something wrong, as when the program starts again, the imagery remains in vertical orientation, looking something like a vine growing upwards, though with “leaves” coming out from each side now and then. I try to adjust it.

Eventually, something quite unusual occurs, as my program seems to be missing certain subroutines. Sections of written print keep appearing along with parts of a Mandelbrot image. It seems like the parts are coming from the same original image, but in unusual irregular swirls and patches over prior imagery. Now I know something is wrong, but I have the false memory that my original template was a Mandelbrot image above a paragraph or two of writing, possibly from a virtual textbook or database. I am somewhat annoyed that it is not working as it should. (I do not consider that I would not have used an image of printed text for any sort of template to produce new random patterns from.) The area of random imagery selected (to be reapplied) is too large to make anything very unique. (This is an unusual false memory which is not perceived as such - yet my thinking skills are otherwise more present than usual as is my current conscious self.)

Just as I think of fixing my program, there is ambiguity of being inside and outside at the same time. A nuclear explosion occurs nearby, though mostly only followed by small fireballs overhead. I get Zsuzsanna and our children and decide to go into a close-by underwater bunker, where I think we might be safe. (This is an attempt at dream state reinduction - returning to the essence of water, which represents the dynamics of sleep, as my sleep was slightly restless towards morning due to the extra warm weather.)

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