non-lucid

Morning of November 29, 2017. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,608-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



In the first part of a two-part dream, I indulge in realistic exercises, including jumping jacks. Unknown people are present but not in the room where I exercise. I wave my arms about and perform boxing motions. I feel strong and energized. I do not become tired despite the intensity of my movements. There is an extraordinary degree of imaginary physicality and momentum. I will compete in the Olympics in a few days. I say I will participate in the javelin throw. (It seems a participant can choose what they want to do.) I consider it might not be a part of the Olympics.

I become a time-traveling angel in the backyard of the Loomis Street house. My dream self has no recall of my relatives ever living here. The actor, Jonathan LaPaglia, from “Seven Days” (the television series about time travel) lives here. My dream self perceives him as an ordinary person, with no recall of either his real identity or any of his roles.

A scenario involves his neighbors offering him to put his extra junk across the alley where they put theirs. Both piles include damaged plastic toys (the kind we recently discarded in real life). Curiously, our real-life neighbor to the south, on the other side of our fence, is living just north of the Loomis Street house. It is intriguing how he is one of the only factors of waking-life recall and how he is here in an American setting I have not seen since February 1994.

I was reading a paperback book about Jonathan and Callie, whom he had been in a relationship with for years but had never married or lived with her. I read he will miss out on having a life with her. He eventually accepts I am from the future but finds the situation amusing. (Callie Torres from “Grey’s Anatomy" is an association. Sara Ramirez, the actress who plays her, was born August 31, like Jonathan.)

To change his destiny, he needs to go to a public area where she is with a bodybuilder. He misses his opportunity, but he can still go to her residence. We walk westerly through a version of Sill Street and near Kane Street to a strange house with two adjacent apartments but remain in the main entrance. We never see her.

An unfamiliar couple (though not tenants, as another unknown woman lives in the left apartment while Callie lives on the right), ask me who I am. “I’m a person,” I say, so as not to reveal I am an angel.

They pull me to the ground without violence and seem happy as if they think I will grant them wishes as a result. I teleport, and they drop to the ground. I stand on an elevated area, noting their surprised reaction with amusement.

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Jonathan LaPaglia reminds me of our landlord, who said we could use the bins at his nearby unrented property for additional items that were destroyed in the storm that tore our roof off.

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Guitar

I was semi lucid tuning and playing a guitar next to an old teacher. I tried singing as well to see if I could sound just like in WL without distortion.It worked so I sang loud and played the notes. My fingers on the chord was right on with the sound but not knowing the professional chords and playing from heart it was kind of messy

Calm Bravery

I was invited to a party by Gordon,saw him tweet something and liked it, than watched as others went to the party and liked his message as well. The message was something about facing hardships and prevailing.

Later on in the dream I’m in the sky watching a safari. The lady travels in the Jeep to the beach like I thought than gets out and into the water with the camera man/guy who protects her and goes closer to the sharks. She is twirling slowly as the water pushes her while doing nothing as to not be seen by the sharks that go around her. I become her and must keep calm while I ask the guy why she had to do something like that. The water slowly goes down as I wait and listen to the guy and slightly realize it’s a dream. When the ocean finally goes all the way down I end up in a room where I release my birds and watch them while being careful of predator.I also had a new bird I called twitchy.

2017, 11-28

Castle in the Mist

I am with my mother. We are standing on a ridge overlooking a valley. My brother lives somewhere out there. I find this distressing, because when I look out over the valley all I can see is smoke. I’m not sure if there was a fire or if it is pollution. I am thinking my brother John is in danger. We need to get to John. I am looking for a way down into the valley. It seems everything is closed due to current conditions. No one wants to listen when I say my brother is down there. Then I find a way to get closer. I’m not sure if the situation changes or if the dream changes, but now I find myself on a crowded trail headed towards a castle on a hill. My brother did not ever live in a castle. It appears to be a tourist attraction. There still seems to be a large amount of pollution around it. The castle is shrouded in smog and it is hard to see from a distance. I still take pictures with my phone, even though it is little more than a silhouette. I am with some people. I’m not sure who, maybe my mother, maybe MoSh, I’m not sure. Maybe other tourists. The procession approaching the castle is quite slow. That is to be expected with a tourist attraction. There are also people talking along the way, giving information about the castle. There is a lot of talk about it being haunted. It is announced that there are four guest rooms or dormitories in the castle, and anyone who has the nerve to stay in them can do so. I don’t think anyone wants to admit there are scared, but no one steps up to find out about renting the rooms.

As we approach the pollution seems a lot more malevolent. I am wearing my usual Assassin’s robes, and that is something I turn out to be glad of as we get closer to the castle. I see swarms of bugs in the sky. But when we get closer to them, it turns out they’re not just flies. It is a swarm of flying bugs of some kind. They look like small flying slugs or something. Slimy and fat and they look malignant. They look like they shouldn’t be able to fly because they are too big. They are swarming around everyone, and trying to get close to them. I see some people are having problems with the things trying to get into their clothes, mouths, noses, and ears. I’m not squeamish about bugs, but that is grossing me out. So I pull my hood all the way forward and then pull the edges of it together over my face. I can barely see where I’m going, but the bugs don’t seem to be able to find any access. We pass through the bugs in a relatively short amount of time and then I am able to open up my hood again. Now we are closer to the castle and can see it better. I take some more pictures of it. I have heard someone say that we shouldn’t take pictures, but that is one of the main reasons I came… I seem to have forgotten about John. I am wondering if this means it is fake, and they’re afraid people will be able to identify their tricks. But the feeling of malevolence I sense pretty much dismisses the idea. I take more pictures, ignoring the people saying that we are not supposed to. I know that photographs sometimes reveal things that the human I cannot see.

As we head away from the castle, I find a pile of silver coins. They aren’t worth much, but they seem like a good souvenir. I am thinking I might be able to identify some aura or energy around them once they are separated from the malevolent source. I pick up a couple of silver coins about the size of silver dollars and slip them into my pocket when no one is looking. I’m sure I am not supposed to do that. We return through a visitor center, but now the museum displays are twisted and strange. There are now images of torture and death instead of articles of ghost sightings. The people are weird her. Almost everyone is having sex. They’re doing it everywhere. Everyone is in various stages of undress, and they are in various groupings having vigorous sex. I have no idea why they all decided to fornicate in the halls and on the streets. I think it has something to do with the haunted castle. I am feeling no urge to take off my robes, however. A couple people approach me as if they are interested in doing so, but in spite of what I think might be a demonic cause, they are not interested in doing it by force. When I turn them down, they just move onto the next willing participant and go at it. I hurry through this area along with several other people that seem unaffected. We soon make it past those areas. I look back at the castle in the distance, it appears much further away than it should be now. It is once again shrouded in smog. I wake up here.

2017, 11-28

A Haunted Night

I had an array of dreams. Some may have been inspired by the creepy video I watched before and went to sleep. I was with someone in several of them, although I’m not sure who. Part of the time I thought I was with my mother, part of the time I thought I was with my brother, and other times I wasn’t quite sure. But here are the dreams.

Hideaway
There was a house. It seemed a bit bigger than the one in the video but that might’ve been because it wasn’t destroyed. The one in the video had burned, and at least the attic area had completely burned off. This house was intact. When I looked at the house I got a sense there was something there, something malevolent. There were three men there. I’m not sure who they were, I didn’t recognize any of them. They were hiding out from a crime they committed, probably theft. They came to the house, and they had to break in. Although it wasn’t destroyed it did appear that it was boarded up and abandoned. They could also seemed to sense the presence in the house. But they weren’t wary enough to leave. Not long after they went in, one of them came back out and went to their truck. He went into the vehicle and retrieved box. I believe it was a stereo. He took it back into the house. Maybe he thought some music would make the place feel better, but the music device was already infected with malevolent energy and would only make matters worse. I was thinking that I should warn them. I knocked, but no one answered. Soon the owner of the property came, he didn’t seem pleased someone was in it. He knocked at the door to try to get their attention. No one answered the door, and I felt almost certain that it was too late.

Visitors
I am in my bedroom at my old house. My electronic devices seemed they were somehow inhabited by malevolent forces. My computer was behaving really strangely, and that pissed me off. Then my tablet was changing my data from what I had put into some really cryptic messages. And after that my phone started behaving strangely, too. I was thinking the malevolent energy seemed to be spreading from one device to another, and it was only a matter of time before whatever was infecting it figured out how to spread to other items and even living things. I went out into the backyard. I looked up into the sky where I saw what looked like spaceships. They were flying around in the sky, and there were quite a few of them. They look similar in design, but not identical to, Star Trek starships. I started taking photos with my phone. I had gone ahead and taken my phone with me even though it seemed like it might be corrupted, I didn’t want to leave everything behind. I was worried about losing important data. And it seemed my phone was the least infected. So I started taking photos of the spacecraft. I was still doing that and trying to figure out why they had visited this planet when I woke up.

On a Roll
This was another dream that was not related to the hunting’s. And this one I was in what seems like a fairly large office or school. I was getting around from place to place somehow by writing on I’ll ball. It was a small ball, about the size of a tennis ball or maybe a little bigger. It was a soft rubber ball. Somehow I would stand on it, and roll along on it. I’m not sure how this could’ve worked, because in a normal reality the ball would’ve simply rolled out from underneath my foot. But in the dream it seemed to work quite well and I moved along at a good rate. I was rolling from office to office or classroom to classroom, I’m not sure which, apparently someone was jealous of my transportation. They left something sharp on the ground to cut my ball open. At that point it went flat. Now when I went to step on it instead of rolling it just went flat. So now I started going from room to room in the school/office and trying to find another ball. I seem to think it was quite imperative that I find another ball to use, I guess the idea of just normally walking was absurd. I did eventually find one. And then it was back to my old way of getting around. Strange.

Metallica

A dream about meeting Kirk Hammet from metallica. I tell him I saw the show in edmonton. He said enthusiastically, "that was a great show."

FaZe Rug and Jesus

A dream about meeting a well known yoububer named "FaZe Rug,". I was at his party in hid old house. I was on steps and asked him if he could make a vlog about helping a new youtuber start a channel. He said no.

The next thing I know I am semi lucid and walking with Jesus through an archway. We climb a big hill and go through the same archway on the other side. WTF? I ask Jesus if that really was the same archway we had passed through moments before? he said yes. I asked if he created all this and this dream. He said yes. We enter an outdoor Colosseum. We found a picnic table and sat on it. I asked him if FaZe Rug is saved? He said FaZe Rug is worried that his disciples will expose him. WTF. I then asked him if some of the scary videos on youtube I watch are real hauntings or demons. He said Demons.

Suddenly I'm non lucid walking around a city I think is familiar. I see a red brick building with a weird street leading down a hill. I know that's the wrong way. I enter a park and realize that this is the way home. I'm walking with some people now I sam going down a path when I notice my leg is dragging a bear trap. It doesn't hurt and I pry it off. Next I find a rusty machete stuck in a fence. I pull it off and go up to a thick branch and try to cut through it. It doesn't budge. I swing down like a samurai sword an cut clear through it. The blade breaks in half somehow. I keep walking until I find a cave.

Exploring

I'm lucid in this dream walking around a large house with some people. It's abandoned and there's a large winding staircase. I am talking with the people about an old boss I use to have that was british and had a rather dry sense of humor.


Tom's house

I'm with youtuber Moe Sargi in a house from his video. It's a haunted house he calls "Tom's House," because he supposedly summoned a demon named tom there. We are with some of his friends. Most of the dream is fuzzy but Tom appears as a large demon. He had a giant mowhawk which where made of winding steel blades. They expand out of his head and impale Moe and his friends while they are exploring a small room under the stairs that seed larger than the one from his video. Tom was on the other side of the wall and shot spikes right through the wall and into them.

Tom's house again,

Vague dream about being in Tom's house with moe again. The house looks nice and not rundown. A strange man is there and invites us to eat a table.

Wrong Decade

I'm in a mall with someone but everyone is wearing 70's clothing. I mention to the person I'm with that everyone looks distinctly male and female and not blurring the lines like today. We walk outside again and walk down a street eventually entering a large house.

Comment if you think I should summon tom in a lucid and fight him!

Date of Dream: SAT 25 NOV - 2017



Dream No. 229 - Separated Sections

Dream 229 A - A Room Full Of Torture (Nightmare!)
From where I can remember, I had a part time job at a clothing store. The colleagues there said they like the colours that I was wearing and that they looked happy and bright. At some point, I had to help some customers find a particular piece of clothing. I couldn't seem to find the item and that's when the dream started to head into a nasty direction.

I wake up from unconsciousness, lying on a table in some very red lit room. The first thing I do is call for Dreamy WB in an uncertain and shaky tone. I can then hear a loud, rapid heartbeat coming from underneath me. I end up pulling out this device that the evil stranger in the room has attached to me... He is tracking my heartbeat. I call for Dreamy WB more which makes the guy agitated, walking towards me to collect the device and now do something with it.

Dreamy WB never came, rather, each time I called her, it would fuel the evil in the room and the guy would take the device closer to his desk. I found out what he was going to do. He was going to lodge the device into a radio and play the ugliest sound of me ever, intending to torture or ultimately kill me. I reached for some sort of disk, throwing it at him, hoping that it would hit him. It missed the guy and he got angrier, now rushing toward the radio. A subconscious message came to me that I must wake up... I did wake up.

Dream 229 B - Payroll Drama
Payroll class was in the cellar of my current house with KHa... JC ended up being in that class as well. I try to ask a question but KHa keeps talking over the top of me. I eventually got to ask... “Do I have to do anymore of these classes? I've already finished this subject in term 1 last year”. KHa looks at me funny and goes “with who?”. “With RH”, I replied.

Then RH appeared in the opening of the cellar, looking somewhat displeased. He signalled for me to follow him. He lead me to the garage door. Then he says to me something like “There are lot of people going to uni these days and look at the stuff that they do”. He had pressed the button of one of the roller doors and it went up and down but not in its usual expected way. I forgot what happened after that point.



Dream Trophies Achieved
- I'm Going To Get You! (Wake up from a nightmare 3 times)
>> Woken by the creepy SML puppet (145)
>> Woken by a counterfeit Ms L in the garden (166 B)
>> Terrified about torture device about to be played on the radio (229 A)

Prelude:

Okay, so I had just rescued two new puppies about a few days ago. Yeah, sure, they're adorable and all that, but I don't think my mind has gotten used to them apparently. They pee and poop just around every square foot of my house in between when I take them outside to relieve themselves (Which is one every hour or two), and that stress of having to clean up after them directly ties into the dreams I've been having. Interesting stuff indeed.


Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM


Woke up at: 10:00 AM



NIGHTMARE

I'm at a house in the countryside. The sky is red and the clouds are black, indicating a sunset. Me and some people I know take refuge in the first floor of the building. The second floor is filled to the brim with bats, so we can't go there. I don't exactly know what happened while I was there, but I begin to have a flashback to when the apocalypse first began.

It started during a normal school day. The flashback starts off with me and my friend, Eloy, running through the halls with a bunch of other panicked schoolkids. We discuss where or what class we should hole up in. I'm on my way to my Biology teacher, and he's on his way somewhere else. Funnily enough I was also moving in a chair with wheels while this is happening.

I lose track of Eloy, and I'm stuck, alone, in a barren hallway. I lost my way and I cannot find my Biology teacher. Immediately I start bolting it, running away as fast as I can from the hordes of zombies headed my way. I have never run so fast in my entire life.

"The past is dead, your fate is sealed."

Music plays in my head, highlighting the intense situation I am placed in. It sounds like the Biolizard theme from SA2 but with rewritten lyrics (That quote above is from that dream song).

I find the employee break room. There are a bunch of distressed, depressed teachers who have given up on survival and are waiting it out. I look through a box of appliances. I try looking for a knife to stab any zombies in the head in case one ever came by.

Instead I find a pizza cutter and some cookie cutters.

The dream ends not long after that, but I distinctly remember recalling my previous nightmare and how I couldn't punch or fight properly in that dream. It's possible I could have been on the cusp of lucidity.

Hello folks. Its been awhile since my last post and I've been reading on persistent worlds for quite some time now.
I think I just found my own persistent world. Stayed up all night until 8am playing League of Legends, then retreated to my bed for a daytime sleep... Anyhow very memorable non-lucid...

So I'm with this group of people that seems to be pretty non-chalant about whatever their doing. There is this kid that I remember talking to that invited me there to see his group but I can't remember the exact words that he used to help me get there.. Anyhow I arrive and one older guy wants me to try and help them out with whatever it is that they are doing..
I definitely agree and a fairly beautiful girl came in from what looked to be a resting a place to help gear me up, keep in mind that I was already on the platform to gear up speaking to this guy. So I remember being fairly curious about their work, but as it turns out the lady leads me to this portal and we jump through. Instantly a minigun materializes out of thin air and begins resting on my shoulder. As I look forward I see a furnace with the eyes of a demon inside it. At this point I was so scared I could barely contain myself but I remember vaguely thinking that it was a dream so I could leave at whatever point if I wished to do so. The demon let out a high pitched shriek and cogs decorating the room began to turn. The walls were covered in a blood red hue and I was literally thinking its do or die. I began covering one side while the lady covered the other side. The minigun was phenomenal at taking out the beasts that were approaching us. They looked somewhat like yellow machines but the thing that scared me the most was the demon dwelling within the furnace. It obviously wanted to fucking kills us and I think eventually the goal was not to get overwhelmed. Well... Knowing me I fucked it up... The girls side was clean, she must have been doing a lot of work while I wasn't looking because the machines on my side were overwhelming. We were backed into a corner, and the furnace began closing the walls in on us. We had nowhere to go. We both got crushed by the walls of the furnace.

I truly hope I can go back and find out more about this world. Maybe if I start actively attempting to lucid dream again I can find them.

I just got back to recording dreams this week! I didn't have anything too vivid. Mainly dreamed about work. My most vivid dream came after falling back to sleep for only 45 minutes one morning.

11/21/17

I dreamed a little bit about Bill Skarsgard. He was working for IKEA. He sent out and email, and it included a link of images that were quite pornographic. I remember thinking in the dream "Oh he's Swedish, so this probably doesn't mean much to him. Swedish people are less prude about things of a sexual nature."

Another scene: I was walking into work, and I was remembering my past (my dream past) that I had seen a bird near the side of the building bushes that had a hurt leg, and they were hopping around the parking lot. In my dream present, I walked past that same bush, and that same bird was there, only both legs were messed up and it was barely breathing. There were also a few other sick birds there, and I saw a half frozen squirrel eating one of them.

11/23/17

Was at the house I grew up in. I couldn't place the time period. I felt like I was still in high school, but was doing adult things, like going to work. It was the morning. My dad was sitting at our kitchen table reading the paper, and my mom was there with the TV on. My dad and I talked about something. I don't remember specifically what, but it made me feel happy and content.

I do remember talking about work. There was an incident where a CBA co-worker threatened a Team Lead's wife. All of the Team Leads then started showing support for that team lead, and they began wearing different wool colored hats to show their support (I don't get it at all!).

I then went to work, and it didn't look like a warehouse. It looked like a school set up with a classroom and desks.

Then went to a new scene, in which I watched Titanic.

DJ Log: November 25, 2017 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am smoking cigarettes with a couple of friends on a second floor balcony. There is an annoying neighbor standing right at the edge of our property line making threats at us because of the "toxic fumes" that are drifting toward his house from our cigarettes. We ignore him and continue smoking before going back inside.

After several sessions of this harassment at gradually increasing volume levels, we yelled back at him and cussed him out. The neighbor was standing out there with a couple of other people. After we came back into the house and I went downstairs to find that the neighbor had walked up to our house and was trying to open the door. After a couple of tries, the latch gave way and he opened the door. At the instant that he took a step into the house, I pulled my pistol out of its holster and fired a round directly into the center of his head. He immediately began to fall backward, so I ran up and grabbed him by his shirt to pull him inward so that he would fall to the floor inside instead of outside. He fell face-down and appeared to be dead. The other people stood there silently for a moment, then walked away. I yelled at them, "Who's next?"

(Note: This was a rare time that a dream gun functioned correctly. Usually they make noise but no bullet, or they are all jammed up or something else wrong with them so they won't shoot at all. …and smoking cigarettes, YUCK!)

Afternoon of November 25, 2017. Saturday.



My beautiful wife Zsuzsanna and our children and I are living in a trailer in a trailer park in an unknown location. It is mostly in a field of low grass and not many land features, not even a discernible city in any direction, though there does seem to be a road in the distance. Thus, the only extant conscious self threads are of my present marriage status and nothing else, not even a focus on what country I am in, yet with my dream self (personified subconscious) ridiculously accepting the setting as legitimate (even though our large family could certainly not fit in a trailer).

After some brief generic activities with my family, I step outside the trailer and notice a Belize guerrilla grinning at me and holding a rifle diagonally across his chest. He is standing about ten feet away from the trailer’s entrance.

While all the other members of my family are still in the trailer, I lift my hands into the air while I am standing just outside the doorway, indicating my submission but only mild surprise.

However, the guerrilla, an unfamiliar male of about thirty, points down at an area of ground with his rifle. I notice no less than twenty dead kraits in a cluster, the outer perimeter of the cluster being less dense with krait bodies in various curvy positions.

Apparently, he has done us a big favor in having killed the surprising number of snakes, now strewn about lifeless on the ground near an isolated cluster of rocks to his left (my right). Lucidity comes in at only the last second prior to waking and I immediately recognize this common component and its core meaning.

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In approaching this dream with truth and understanding over superstition and the fallacy of “interpretation”, it is seen to be very basic. Some very basic knowledge about dreams is required; one, that this is an isolated dream during an afternoon nap, of which has entirely different symbolism than dreams of other time periods or during longer sleeping periods (due to the nature of circadian rhythms having the strongest influence over the dream state); two, that it was during a very light sleep with minimal REM; three, that this dream type is basically of waking symbolism only, with no relationship to real life.

The personified preconscious (the Belize guerrilla - based on an unconscious confusion of Punta Gorda, Belize with my birthplace of Punta Gorda, Florida), typically linked to the reticular activating system (RAS) actually subdued it rather than augmented its dynamics. This is because RAS symbolism is only needed in extended sleep. My brief thread of lucidity is all it took to transmute the preconscious into the emergent consciousness. When one is ready to wake (especially during a lighter and shorter sleep), there is no need for aggressive preconscious mediation.

A snake is the very epitome of RAS due to its “primal fear” status in the majority and bound to be the most inherent waking alert in many imaginary dream environments, yet many people persist in pointlessly bumbling along with imaginary “interpretations”. Being the oldest waking mechanism (other than the falling sensation linked to inner ear dynamics based on the shift in unconsciousness to consciousness), it is apparently even the origin of the Christian myth with the serpent (RAS) in the Tree of Knowledge (human brain in unconsciousness).

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Morning of November 25, 2017. Saturday.



In my dream, I am with my wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we presently appear. The setting is unrelated to real life, though my dream self lacks the memory and awareness of our real living space as is often the case (depending on the depth and extent of sleep). It may be sections of streets and buildings modeled after ones in La Crosse (America), Brisbane (Australia), or both.

Over time, I become aware of the typical “something wrong with the sun” scenario. There are streams of plasma reaching Earth. At one point, far above the horizon and over the unknown city, I notice streams of plasma moving outward from a central point. There are a few resets of this dream. There is a scene where the sun explodes like a small fireball in the sky, but later events where the sun is still present.

Eventually, the end of the world is assumed, though I am not that fearful of what is to come. Many people run around screaming as pieces of the sun slam into skyscrapers but there are unusual distortions in later events.

For example, a blob of plasma from the sky heads toward the middle of the street. Instead of an explosion, the blob slows, stopping a few feet above the street, and transforms into a giant transparent pale orange puppy (about ten feet high) that then walks slowly about on the street.

After a time, I start to realize that, despite all the streams of plasma hitting the city, there does not appear to be much destruction. One crashes fairly close to me and I am unimpressed and consider that it is not real (though not with viable lucidity).

There is another change without a cohesive transition. Members of my family and I, including Zsuzsanna and at least our two youngest children, are now riding in a car with an unknown dark-haired male driver of about forty. Streams of fire and plasma hit buildings on opposite ends of the street we travel through. However, it is learned that the falling plasma is created by some sort of machine on Earth and is only holographic, with no physical repercussions. This also explains why there appear to be no destroyed buildings at this point, though the event is still continuing.

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This end of the world dream is somewhat atypical in being revealed to not be a celestial event as in many other such dreams. However, the majority of my common end of the world dreams since early childhood often present “something wrong with the sun”, rather than for example, “something wrong with the moon”. There is a logical reason for this…

As a dream occurs while unconscious and typically not during the main part of the day (other than during an afternoon or early evening nap), a dream, based on circadian rhythms factors, will symbolize the nature of the conscious self identity as the sun, because the sun is associated with wakefulness and the moon associated more with sleeping and dreaming. As one is asleep and dreaming, “something wrong with the sun” occurs far more often simply because one is not awake. This is validated by fairly rare “something wrong with the moon” dreams occurring at a different time in the sleep cycle than the “something wrong with the sun” dreams. In fact, the specific dynamics (studied from when I was only a child) relate directly to the specific time within the sleep cycle, which validates it has little to do with “interpretation” and more about biology and not being conscious at a specific time.

“Something wrong with the sun” in a dream is simply a metaphor for not being conscious and being aware of the real sun. How hard is that? Dreams, after all, are all about distortions, errors in memory, and the failure of thinking skills that naturally comes from being unconscious (other than literal prescience, which is not limited to the dream state anyway). An “end of the world” scenario is often just a result of the dream inevitably coming to an end when more sleep is subliminally desired, though all factors must be looked at closely, though not in wrongfully assuming that the “I am” of the dream state (personified subconscious, which has no viable memory or intelligence) is the same as the “I am” of the current conscious self identity.

It is rare for the personified preconscious (in this case, the unknown male driver) to passively sustain the dream state since its purpose (via RAS) is to mediate waking. However, my dream self had already worked out it was not the end of the world, though I did not attain viable lucidity prior to waking.

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Don't want to forget this one so I'm writing it now even though its late.
First dream
I was semi lucid in this dream and confronted by a knight with blonde flowing hair. He was being kind to me and showing acts of loyalty by smashing his hand on concrete or hard surfaces to keep me safe or my treasure safe.There was also this other guy who did things in a wrong manner that jeopardized the safety of my parakeets who were present in a cage that was purposely crushed and the order in my secret place felt compromised too...so I summoned a book that I called "mimyu" and warped into it causing the guard barrier to start up. After that I asked the name of the guy a couple of times.

Second Dream
I was in my dad's house and talking with him about my brother until a random DC came to test my fear level.They changed form than became invisible, grabbing me and asking if I would go to the cemetery with them to help them. I said no because i was scared of those settings. He still moved me though and passed by a gold mirror where I saw it's reflection. A red head guy with a blue sweater and jeans.

My reflection looked like me but my hair was somewhat different.Anyways the guy dc continued to walk to the cemetery outside the window. As I made it change to just grass another dc appeared and told the guy she would send him to hell. He panicked. I however, found that not scary at all. He was warped but than I was pushed by someone else to watch a uncomfortable scene. I walked away from it to only be approached by a scientist anime woman with a really long snake like pony tail who tried conveying her love for me.

I pushed her away than looked to a clear glass window where I could see dirty pond water with lily pads. It seemed deep and felt cold." It feels so real, the atmosphere is just right. Wonder if I should get in the water or how it would feel to go down" As I contemplated Kiro came to mind and I felt a gust of wind like in a recent dream.

Last thing that happened was I became non lucid and my dad showed me take out food he brought at the table.

I was lost in one of my memorable dreams. I kept going through wrong doors and everything was an absolute nightmare. Then, I saw a large man fall down. The thing he landed on went up his butt (or something rofl). He continued bouncing down a very long hill and everything he landed on went inside of him. He got fatter and more round which each addition. He finally wound back where he had started and everything came out (one of the things he landed on was the huge building I was cursing while being hopelessly lost).

Then there was a Sherlock-esque scene where he was explaining that it wasn't "first thing in, first thing out" but rather, the first thing that had existed until the newest.

**That dream was actually part of an EPIC dream which I lost. Either that, or they tied off each other. All I recall is a baby and a small child being separated and lost from their families.

In another dream, I was under ground like in Starbound (video game). I was exploring caves. I had a lightning weapon and decided to try it out. I fired it, but the wall of the cave was too close so the lightning ricocheted and it blew me into a million pieces. For some reason, I thought that was the funniest thing in the world and I woke up laughing [I react in a similar way when playing my game and my character dies]

In an earlier dream, I dream my hubby said he told me he could never love me or my kids. I was calling him to task on it... then I married his son, Lee... only, his name was Rick and he looked like my ex-husband

As for the first dream, it was anxiety driven. I had to be social at a Thanksgiving office dinner.
About the man "absorbing" everything, I can only guess it has to do with eating too much and feeling extra bloated. But the whole Sherlock thing throws that theory off somewhat.

The lightning rod is simply me playing way too many video games IRL. I'm glad I woke in such a great mood

As for the last dream, I think that's just my insecurities. I feel fat and bloated and unlovable to my hubby (who likes the Twiggy/anorexic look). I probably dreamed of marrying his son because hubby told he talked to him right before I went to sleep. I dreamed he looked like my ex, probably because I can't imagine hooking up with his son (who's only about 6-10 years younger than me). The whole name thing was probably due to a new show I'm watching (Tin Star).

In dream I was on the streets
And by the wall of an apartment I saw a little table with two trugs, they were some sort of things u had to eat, the table description said that it was drugs made by "russian hackers"and that the first is for beginners.
So I took the first one.
then seconds after i started to "hallucinate" : the things in my hand started to shapeshift, and so did the whole dream around me.

Then I saw agent 47 from hitman codename 47 (thats a pc game) multiply into thousnads , covering my vision, then it all got blurry and now I started to see and hear demon faces all sorts of scary shit
and I panicked
and seen some surreal sh1t
Then I snapped out of it and felt sick for real but I still didnt wake up ,only seconds later

note: I copied it from a chat cuz I'm so lazy