non-lucid

Morning of September 22, 2017. Friday.



In my dream, we are living in a distorted version of the Loomis Street house (where I have not been since February of 1994 and where Zsuzsanna and our children had never been). However, I have no recall that it was actually my sister Marilyn and her husband (of whom I have no thoughts of at all in my dream) whose house it mainly was.

In the first part of my dream, I am watching a nautilus on top of the kitchen counter. Rather than this part of the kitchen counter being in the actual kitchen along the west wall, it is along the west wall of the dining room left of the west doorway. I had been sitting at the dining room table. Although the nautilus is otherwise a water denizen (and probably a feature of the very common water induction as dream state initiation), it moves along the counter, seemingly healthy, seemingly breathing the air. I feed it some pieces of cereal and watch it eat. It faces to the left in profile.

Over time, I realize that the nautilus was part of an aquarium based on Lego block creations. There are an unrealistic number of boxes of Lego kits throughout the living room and dining room. The aquarium with the Lego features in it belongs to our youngest son. In the later scene, after the nautilus had been in the aquarium for several minutes, I notice that it may be dying, as it spews blood and is also bleeding from underneath its shell. I learn that our son had paid $80.00 for the “kit”. However, it does not make much sense as I also learn that the people who sold it want it back - yet $230.00 must be paid for them to have it again (which of course makes no sense at all). However, because the nautilus will soon be dead, the scenario is problematic. I am very annoyed. I am not sure what we will do. The creature is still breathing, but I do not think it will live.

I become distracted when I notice three men lying on the ground just outside the south area of the house, sleeping. It seems to be late morning. I see them through the bay window. They are parallel to each other but are sleeping in informal clothes. Soon, one wakes and phases through the wall. This makes me annoyed and I jab my Olympic barbell (no weights) into his neck and hold him down on the floor with it. He is standing at one point, but I punch him. He becomes a sheet of notebook paper, which I tear into several pieces.

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This dream, as is usually the case with at least one dream per day, was partly based on something my wife Zsuzsanna had seen that I could not have known about. She had seen a movie yesterday morning (with some of our children) that had Lego in it, and a Lego aquarium as with my dream (and at the beginning of that movie). No one ever mentioned anything about this prior to my dream. This sort of event has been validated to have happened long before I even met Zsuzsanna (when she also appeared in my dreams as my “mystery girl” with the exact appearance and unlikely mixed accent of Romani Hungarian and Australian, as well as actual Persian associations as with some dreams).

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Morning of September 22, 2017. Friday.

Dream #: 18,540-03. Reading time: 1 min 42 sec.



In the morning, I am near a store’s checkout like Woolworths (where we shop in real life). Zsuzsanna is nearby. There are unknown people present. A man who looks like Javier Bardem (my dream’s preconscious simulacrum) is by one of the aisles adjacent to the left end of the store (when inside). Zsuzsanna and I are openly intimate (mainly because of associations with the store being our present home).

An unfamiliar girl is present who I am unsure is Javier’s wife or not. Somebody is talking about Christmas music. I sing loudly and sarcastically, a line from “Oh Holy Night,” which is “Fall on your knees.” (I had read about the song “Lola” by The Kinks yesterday, which has the suggestive line, “I got down on my knees.”) The girl obeys me and sits on the floor on her knees. I eventually consider it is time to leave, yet it is also like the bedroom of our present home, though still Woolworths, despite the blankets on the floor. I do not reflect upon this impossibility.

Javier is packing something into a bag. (I loosely associate it with the sack Santa Claus carries.) It is sitting to the right of the last checkout. I absentmindedly put an unplugged alarm clock into it. I see what I think is a pair of blue jeans of mine and take them out. (I am unsure if I am wearing pants, but that does not concern me.) Javier looks at me, annoyingly. I consider the pants are his, but the clock is mine.

“What are you doing?” he says with irritation. “It’s time to leave the dream state. Plug that thing back in.” I put the pants back in the bag, but I soon wake while retrieving and holding the alarm clock.

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A store’s checkout correlates with the anticipation of the end of the dream. The alarm clock also represents that. The unworn pants stem from my subliminal awareness I am undressed while sleeping.

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It is crucial to add an update that the religious mood and theme and sense of obeying someone as regarding the movie “Mother!” (originally released a week or so before my dream, but which I had not seen or heard of until about two years later), and starring Javier Bardem as God (or “Him”), seems to have been an inexplicable enigmatic influence for part of my dream’s content. As the movie already existed, it is not pure precognition other than from my viewpoint. Zsuzsanna and I consider it one of the most pointless, wretched, and disturbing movies ever commercially released.

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Fragment 1: In the beginning of the dream, I was having a dream where I woke up in a green room with a 3D grid of exotic guitar/shamisen/ukelele hybrids. I then woke up, went to the bathroom, and wrote about my dream.

Fragment 2: After that, I had another dream inside the current one where I was walking home from school when some high pitched voiced stopped me and prevented me from moving. I had entered sleep paralysis. I then woke up. I could have used that as a great opportunity for a DILD, but I didn't.

Fragment 3: I had found a new software used for lucid dreaming. Basically, what it did was play music from your favorite band, and that was supposed to set the mood of your dream. I went to this strange place with a lazer gun which was supposed to be a portable version of the device. My friend Who we'll call K, said that he doubted that it worked. I then downloaded the software and an archive of songs. I opened one of the songs, which was this crappy foreign hip hop song, and then my computer went crazy. Things like a random doom level generator having a seisure, random faces in circles popping up near the task bar, and text changing were the common results. I went to the start menu to restart my computer, and there was a search bar that was counting down the time before the ultimate payload attack on my PC. Every time I tried to restart, it closed the start menu. I then woke up.

MAN, this dream had a lot of opportunities.

2017, 09-21

The Dark Tower – Healing on the Beach

I am on a beach that somehow looks familiar. It reminds me of the beach that I used to focus on in my bedtime meditations to trigger lucid dreams. I walk down the beach just enjoying the feel of the ocean breeze, the sound of the birds, and the sound of the water. I haven’t gone far before I notice there is a man walking down the beach in my direction as if he was drunk. He also looks like he might be a bum, he is filthy and his clothes are all ripped up. I am about to continue on my way when I see him collapse. I figure even if he is a drunk, he might be in trouble and need help. I head in his direction. I see him reaching clumsily for a gun at his side but his arm doesn’t seem to be able to grasp it. The effort seems to be the last energy he had left and he passes out.

When I get closer to the man I see the reason he had been unable to draw his weapon. His right hand is wrapped in a dirty, blood drenched scrap of cloth. That doesn’t look good. I also see that there is the redness of infection making its way up his arm. I will help with that. While he is unconscious I carefully remove the filthy cloth and see that the hand is missing two fingers. No wonder it is bloody and infected. I focus healing energy through the man’s hand. Light energy surrounds the wounded hand and glows brightly for a bit and then is absorbed into the man’s body. The hand is now whole again. The red of infection is also gone from that spot. The man seems to recover some and he wakes up. He turns suddenly towards me and has his gun out in an instant but he doesn’t pull the trigger.

The man knows me, and I recognize him. He calls me Raven and I recognize him as Roland Deschain from the Dark Tower books. He realizes with some shock that he’s holding his gun in his right hand. I tell him he was injured somehow but I healed his hand. He asks how I did that, am I a sorceress? I tell him I’m a healer, using the light energy to do good. I ask if he is injured anywhere else. He said a lobstrocity bit off a toe from his right foot and took a chunk of meat from his right calf… I carefully remove the ratty boot from his right foot and heal the missing toe and then the injury in his leg. Now Roland is feeling much better and he stands up.

Roland wants to know how I found him here. I tell him my dream state takes me wherever I need to be. I look at one of his water skins and see it is empty, so I use the Harry Potter spell aguamente to fill it with fresh water. The other skin is nearly empty so I fill it as well. Roland says this is no dream. I say that for him it is real, but dreams are how I travel to the other worlds and for me this is a dream. Roland thanks me for filling his water skins and asks me if I happen to have any bullets on me, most of his took a wetting in the ocean. I don’t think I have any ammunition. Roland says he hopes I’m not hungry because he doesn’t have any food left. I am thinking to create some food for him but I don’t get a chance to do that before I wake.

Before I woke up , I have woken up in a dream. It was quite vivid .
I was lying in bed , the tv was on ,relaxing . Then suddenly my phone rings, its N, I was surprised. "How would she know my number?" - I had some doubts ,but that was not enough for me to get lucid.
I picked up the phone and said Hi how you doin in a relaxed manner, she answered with an I'm ok with an awkward, aloof, detached , apathetic voice. Her voice was so vivid, i actually heard it with my ears, it was not a typical voice from a phonecall ,it was like if she was next to me.
Then she started to talk about a cat ,and something something justice. I dont remember the rest of it , I woke up shortly after that.

Fragment 1: I was in PE with my class. We did something that I forgot what it was and then walked the blacktop. All of a sudden, we were in a conga line. As soon as C stopped and realized this he said "WHAT?" and then joined them. I, of course, did nothing because I hate dancing. My 7th grade PE teacher noticed this and made me run it all over again, this time including the boy's locker room. (a random detail: In the dream, the locker room lockers stacked up to be stories high) I did that, but took the wrong turn and went into the girl's locker room. I didn't notice until one of them said "Dude, wrong locker room." I think one of them might have screamed, but I didn't care because I rushed out as fast as
possible.

I actually know why I had this fragment. In real life, me and C were talking about the dance unit in PE and how much he hated it. C said the only dance he would do was the conga and he said it would be fun to start one that ran through the entire school.

Fragment 2: I remember seeing N giving out free hugs. EVERYONE was swarming around her. I then went over there and asked her for her number. She is usually taller than me by an inch in real life, but in this dream, she was like three inches taller than me. I then gave her a hug, and as soon as I did that, I thought "too much, too much!" because I gave her a bear hug so strong that I managed to PICK HER UP A FEW INCHES AND MOVE HER directly across from where she was before. I then left. Sometime after that, I got carpooled by her family, and made it to my house safely. Why do I still have dreams like this?

Attempting WILD again. This time my alarm is set for 6 hours.

Our family is moving the end of this month. This dream was set at various points during the transition from here to there. I remember being at a train station (went to a train museum yesterday) and looking for someone missing. I mentioned we could ask someone who works there, because they probably know the place really well. This girl who was about 19 shows up and starts talking about how she knows every railway in this city (Turns out there's a lot) and that it is a small town and she has been here all her life. Kinda sad, but I started picturing myself in a relationship with her. I thought she was very beautiful in appearance. She was brown skinned, couldn't tell if Mexican or Native American, so she also had brown hair and brown eye color. We talked for a bit and she mentions she is a Christian and whatnot. She then asks a trivia question of which church she used to attend (Which doesn't make sense if she has always lived in the same location). I respond that it would be an almost impossible task to answer that, and she brings out a bulletin from the same church I currently attend before moving. I shrug it off as a coincidence and move on with the dream.

Our family is sitting at a table playing family games when there is a phone call coming in. Parents answer it, I get up from table and start watching Jerma985 videos. He is actually playing overwatch in these two videos I am watching, a game which he normally does not play. Not only that, but he was top500, playing against several other top500s and grandmasters. I don't remember the first video, but the second video involved him doing high stakes with whiskey in his mouth. He started laughing at the end, and roadhog in the game started spewing out railroad spikes at an enemy at a really fast speed, kinda like his scrap gun ult. Jerma started laughing and the outro played. He was also trying to hook a mccree and doomfist at certain points but he could never land his shots because of ana or other heroes in the game. He kept making frustration sounds like his friend ster.

We attended a church in the new location and I got a major deja vu feeling because the church was sort of similar to the one I attend now, and the pastor was really awesome, but the music was..bad. They didn't really let you sing along to it, and the lead pastor was also the worship pastor. He sat down with guitar and about 3 other people near him kind of quietly singing older worship songs. I felt like it could have been so much better if everyone was standing and shouting these sons out with more passion.

Visiting

I had a dream of visiting my friend J from work. We were on our way to picking up his daughter or something but we all decided to stop and play video games first.

Onryo

I dreamed about being in a japanese house that looks like it was in the movie the Grudge. A creepy woman that looked like she was from the movie. Pale skinned and all was crawling down the steps.

Flash way forward. I'm on a mountain with the woman and several other pale skinned onryo, maybe a whole family of them. they aren't trying to kill anyone and seemed to be cured of whatever curse makes them want to kill. Kayako's sister seems to be having a hard time accepting that she was murdering people and tries to end her life by jumping off a cliff. the other's fly down to where she lands but she is not even injured.


Tunnels

I'm with a group of people in some strange tunnels. My perception jumps over a wall and I see 2 people hanging onto a ledge or something. There are bad guys, maybe an opposing team coming toward us. I have no weapon so I jump over another ledge where I can stand with a guy who has a crappy bow and arrow. He is shooting at the guys and misses a few times. He starts picking them off very cleanly and fast. Some man in black knight armour is advancing towards us. I tell the guy with the bow to shoot him. The arrows bounce of the dark knight guy. The evil guy laughs and runs through another tunnel. I climb back over the ledge to follow him. The ledge seems larger than I remember so I struggle to climb back over it. He gets in a black SUV and takes off through the tunnels trying to flank us from another direction maybe.

Now I'm entering the tunnels again but with a family of people. They say these are time paradox tunnels. We run into a boy around 13-16 with black hair and they say that's their son and they haven't seen him since he was born. They've been trapped in the tunnels the whole time. The boy says he remembers being raised by them. their explenation seems to be Time paradox. A replica of the family emerges from another tunnel but they are green snake people. The father expands his hood and strikes the boy. The rest of the family goes to fight off the green cobra family. My attention is focused on the boy who's face is swelling huge. His sister or something demerges from him not poisoned she seems to be coming out of his back and says she will avenge him. she joins the rest of the family fighting with the cobras. the boy just dies.


Ghost

A dream of me wandering through a house. Asuka kept sliding her face from the corner tops of open doorways and flying away. she was pretending to be a ghost that was haunting me but I didn't find it scary at all.

2017, 09-20

The Dark Tower – Slow Mutants

I am in a dark place walking down a long passage. There are other people there with me, but I can’t see them because it’s dark. I only know they are here because I hear them speak sometimes and I hear their footsteps on either side of me. I wonder where I am and who they are. We continue at a slow pace, feeling our way along with our feet on what seems to be an old train track rail. After we go for a while I hear the man on my right bump into something. Before I can react, I also run into something and get a bonk on my head, bringing an involuntary “Ow!” My voice sounds weird, not like my own. The other man, on my left, apparently stops in time and says we need to watch where we’re going. The man on my right says not everyone is gifted with an uncanny ability to see in darkness. He strikes a light so we can all see. We have blundered into a hand car!

We all get on the hand car, but it seems so big! And either I have shrunk or these men are awfully tall… I recognize the men. One of them is Roland from the Dark Tower series, and the other is MoSh. I tell MoSh that he is dreaming. He asks if I have seen Raven. Roland asks if that is the woman who was with MoSh back in Tull, and MoSh says yes. I don’t say anything because apparently I am playing a different role again. The light goes out, but MoSh and Roland operate the hand car by touch. The hand car rolls along at a good pace, faster than we had been able to move in the dark. As we move on the passage seems to open up on both sides. I can’t really see this, but I can feel it in the air and tell the difference in how our voices sound. Before long Roland strikes another light and I get an idea of what the area around us looks like. There are several other sets of tracks that run parallel to ours and more that merge with ours or split off to the side. The light doesn’t last long and then we continue. We pass by what looks like an abandoned subway station where all there is to find is a few mummified bodies and a cheap looking bow with some arrows. Roland picks up the bow and arrows before we move back to the hand car to continue.

We haven’t gone much farther when I see something out in the darkness. Something is moving, and it seems to be glowing in the dark. As they get closer I see they look like zombies… glowing zombies? Maybe they’re radioactive… whatever they are, they’re attacking us! Zombies are closing in around the hand car as it comes to a stop. Roland shoots the first one with his gun, but the sound is deafening in the enclosed cave and dust falls from the ceiling from the vibrations. This place could collapse at any minute! Roland exchanges the weapon for the bow and arrows he picked up earlier. After two missed shots where he was probably getting the feel of the weapon, Roland starts knocking zombies down with arrows targeted right at their heads. Zombies hate fire, so I focus on the song Damage, Inc. by Metallica to throw a fireball… but all I get is a small candle sized flame that quickly goes out. MoSh says some of the zombies aren’t glowing, but he can still see them. He tells Roland where to find them and Roland brings them down. I am thinking if I can’t kill zombies I can get us out of here while the others are fighting. I grab the handle of the hand car and start pumping. It’s hard work to do that in such a small body. Slowly the hand car picks up speed and we leave what’s left of the zombies behind.

Roland is peering ahead into the darkness when I see MoSh disappear. I know he has just awakened, but when Roland sees MoSh is missing he stops the hand car. He asks where MoSh has gone? I say he woke up, this was just a dream to him. And in fact, I will wake up, too. I say I know Roland is thinking he will leave these tunnels to find the Man in Black alone, but that’s ok. I won’t be with him just because I have other places to be. He is clearly puzzled by what I have said, but we have no choice but to continue. I see the exit far ahead, a spot of light in the endless darkness. When we get closer there is a rotted trestle bridge spanning a wide crevice. I can hear water flowing down below. We get about half way across when I tell Roland this is where I get off. I say I’ll stay long enough to make sure he makes it across, but then I have to go. He is confused and asks where I will go? There is nowhere to go! I tell him of course there is. There are other worlds than this, and I have to go to one of them to wait until we meet again. And we will meet again, of that I am certain. He seems reluctant to walk away, so I figure I just have to go. I know Jake has to fall here and “die” so he will be in the right place for Roland to “draw” him later. So I step off of the bridge out into nothingness, calling back to remind Roland that there are other worlds than this and I wake up as I hit the rocks below.

Morning of September 20, 2017. Wednesday.



This dream is vivid from start to finish even though I deliberately change my identity twice (by way of non-lucid dream control). Instead of my most common form of dream state initiation (water, which symbolizes the real-time dynamics of sleep), it begins with another very common dream state indicator, that is, “still” being in bed. (The difference of course relates to sleeping in the waters of the womb in the first months of life in contrast to sleeping in bed, though the dream state initiation form may be incidental.) My dream self’s memory is mostly limited to not much beyond the age of twenty.

The bed turns out to be in a new version of the Loomis Street house. It is in the living room. There is much more space on the north side of the room than there was in reality and there is also a vague association with our Gellibrand Street apartment of years ago (though I do not reflect upon this while in my dream). The bed is in the northeast corner of the room, aligned to the north wall. I am on the left side (which is atypical as I have mostly been on the right side in recent years when sleeping with Zsuzsanna, though this is probably related to subliminal reinduction). My brother-in-law Bob had been sleeping on the right side. My sister Marilyn is alive and as she was in the late 1970s (with no memory of her having died in 2014). She has not yet decided to go to sleep. I am seemingly aware my mother had recently died (though she died in 2002).

Anita comes in through the front door and asks Marilyn if she had been in the bed sleeping, mentioning “all five people” in the bed (even though I had only been aware of Bob being in the bed). I turn more to my left, very close to the edge of the bed. It seems that Anita had picked up and kept an American quarter that had fallen out of my shirt pocket. More coins fall onto the floor from my left shirt pocket, including at least three American quarters and a few nickels and dimes, but these I retrieve and put in my right pants pocket (as I am apparently wearing blue jeans in bed).

I then get up and start practicing telekinesis by willing objects to fly into my right hand, mostly cups, empty soda cans, and dishes. “Did you see that?” I keep asking Anita and Marilyn. There is no surprise from them.

I go outside and it seems to be late morning (even though it had been nighttime seconds before). I fly about six feet above the ground but mostly hover and loudly screech. The unfamiliar neighbor to the south has a few children playing in his yard. I decide to go over, via the alley, and apologize for my behavior, as it may have frightened them. I explain to the man that I am “Carrie’s brother”. For a short time, I puzzle over the timeline possibly being wrong, as Carrie and I are supposedly around the same age and I perceive it may be the late 1980s. I then show him my telekinetic ability. I will small items to fly into my hand from a distance as well as an empty cardboard box that had been put out for the garbage collectors. The other male seems curious but not afraid. “I can lift a house,” I explain, “or a car”. (I have the usual false memory that a house can be lifted into the air and set back down with telekinesis without destroying the foundation, plumbing, or electrical connections.)

There are many scenes after this where I go into a building and show my telekinetic abilities to several other unfamiliar people, mostly males of about twenty. I continuously will, over and over, mainly cups (though other items as well) to fly into my right hand. I perform such acts at least thirty times as others watch with mild interest. It seems effortless and triggered by softly imagining the feeling of already having it in my hand. I also eventually cause cups to slide across the table away from me (not nearly as common a dream event as willing them to me). The others find it amusing when I do this. For some reason, this seems more important and impressive than drawing objects to me.

I then decide to be Carrie herself. I am beginning what seems like eighth grade in an unknown school. While sitting at a long table with a few others in a row, I will pencils to fly into my hand from the table in front of us. One unfamiliar boy directly to my left looks at me and the pencils flying from the other table into my hand, but does not react - as if he cannot see or understand the world around him. He looks somewhat arrogant but completely clueless. I reason that, unlike the previous witnesses, many young people have no perception or understanding of the world around them, so unusual or unexplainable events are not perceived as such at all.

From here, I notice that the top layer of skin has come off around the base of my thumb and partly across the palm. There are clumps of dead skin here and there that I peel off. The flesh underneath is pure white and very soft and smooth. Curiously, I do not notice that my hand is reversed in orientation, that is, when my palm is up, my left thumb is on the right (instead of my left thumb being outward to the left with my palm up as it should be). It is very vivid, with an augmented sense of touch (though no pain) and I never take more notice to this impossible hand orientation despite the clarity.

In the last scene, I fly around above Sill Street, mostly to the west. (This is a very illogical location and focus for my dreams, as it was of little significance in real life and not seen at all since 1994, and yet has peculiarly become more common over the last few years.) This seems more of the closing credits to a movie. Curiously, instead of music associated with “Carrie” (1976), I hear an altered version of the lyrics and music from “Sybil” (1976 television miniseries). However, these are the same incorrect lyrics I sang in the 1970s, even playing the music on my accordion and electronic organs. I perceive Carrie (Sissy Spacek) as singing them. Instead of “Mirror mirror in my mind”, I always sang “Mirror mirror in my heart” (so much so, the real lyrics now sound “wrong” to me). Instead of “Come as a dream, ribbons of rhymes”, I sang it as “Fashions and swirls, ribbons and curls”.

Interestingly, Anita’s reference to supposedly five people having been in the bed may have deliberately foreshadowed me playing the two other roles before waking. Coins often relate to coalescence and the level of subliminally perceived neural activity in the dream state. Since early childhood, I have always been aware of very distinct differences between dream self modes, including passively non-lucid, non-lucid but willful, non-lucidly in control (being aware of making and controlling “my world” though with no direct recall of what a dream is), passive lucidity, willful lucidity, apex lucidity (total and sustained willful conscious creation and automatic linear control of the dream including deliberately symbolic waking transitions based on fifty years of day to day experience where certain long-term forms of conscious thought automatically integrate into unconscious states), and other distinct levels of unconsciousness, including entirely abstract where my existence seems to be as a letter of the alphabet or geometrical form, sometimes with unusual and unique mental rituals, or the repeating of a phrase to “perfectly” assume a physical position prior to waking.

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Fragment 1: I was asking if I could join a fake gang that my friend's little sister was in. She said no because her friend was leading the gang.
Fragment 2: After that, I entered a classroom and saw that a classmate had brought a tiny laptop with him. After that, he went on the twitter account of a crappy low quality CGI movie, and then watched it there. It involved a penguin getting a group of four other creatures ready for takeoff in order to complete one of their missions. While that was playing I had It Is The Parabola by Bull of Heaven playing in a playlist, but instead of it is the parabola, it was called "it is parabola (creator's concept)" and instead of the one hour long experimental reversed jam that I am used to, it played this soothing acoustic music. I then woke up because of my alarm. DANG SCHOOL DAYS!!!

I was at school during one of my classes. We were told that we had to do an assignment of our favorite video game and I picked doom 3. We also had to have a partner, so I went with the same person who convinced me that school was out in 3rd period in the other dream. I told her that I picked the first game I saw and liked. She replied with "I don't like doom 3!" After that, we got up to get our materials and possibly do this assignment in another class when I started to examine the cover. It was accurate when I actually gave it to my friend, but now instead of just the name and BFG edition under it, it was of a screenshot from a game that doesn't exist and it also seemed to move like ingame footage. Anyways, we were getting our materials when the teacher stopped us and asked my friend how she was doing in PE. She said that she wasn't doing very good in PE, and then I woke up.

The first part of my dream involved two teams of people: good cartoons which consisted of Adventure Time characters with Jake the dog as the leader, and the villains, both summoned by creating an object in the air that represents their team. There was one part when the good side was on their way to a tower like structure in Lumpy Space, but they were prevented by the villains due to the fact that the shape being drawn was cut off and left unfinished. They of course broke through this and Jake managed to make it to Lumpy Space. As soon as he arrived, his powers were taken away from him in mid transformation. He was in mid transformation, though, so he had some left to spare and then impaled the entire other team in one jab. He then turned back to normal and free fell into the depths of Lumpy Space.

The second part is very vague and involved the cast of Nigahiga. They were supposedly working on a hair care commercial and browsing for themes on YouTube, which apparently was a new addition.

Got a few scraps and a briefly lucid dream to note.

WBTB, where I spent 10 minutes meditating before drifting off.

Scrap Group 1
Memory of a lucid dream gone kaput. I could barely remember Dragon Ball characters or other media figures being involved.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 16 - Part

The visuals were clear. I was a crewman in a civilian submarine. This was a large, dome-like vessel, equipped with 360 degree pivotable propellers and supported by underwater surveilance drones as part of her navigation system. Besides me, at least seven others serviced the craft, of which an older, stern blonde haired woman was its captain.

We descended to the depths of an illuminated ocean. I'd random thoughts on comparing this sub to Batman's submarine, when I gained awareness. I crossed my fingers, and hoped I'd find my guide, E, floating around. Soon, one of the remote drones caught sight of a massive figure. This was indeed my guide in the form of a pale, colossal mermaid, or more appropriately, "whale-maid", given her tail's horizontal orientation and lack of scales. My fellow crewmembers scrambled to open communications via said drone, and were genuinely surprised at being able to have a conversation with my guide. After a talk, all parties agreed to meet at some location.

I got too engrossed in this story, and lost awareness. Anyway, the crew and I eventually arrive at the ocean floor, where we find an entire functional contemporary town, of all things. Despite all the neon signs and buildings, the place looked unusually barren. E was similarly nowhere in sight. Again, we spoke remotely, during which she clarified her dwelling in mountains so as to not frighten the local populace.

Once at the correct location, I finally spotted my guide's silhouetted form within eyesight. Even past the shadows, she appeared unusually haggard. Still, I (unconsciously) corrected her appearance when she approached us. It seemed E was very intrigued with the sub. Perhaps too much, as she took to innocently mishandling random components. Such curiosity risked harm to my crew, especially at those depths. We had no choice but to use the ship's (then revealed) electroshock-weaponry to release ourselves from her grasp.

Don't recall much else until the dream ended.

Scrap Group 2
Another WBTB where I meditated for a bit. Dreamlets transitioned to various dreams unconsciously.

Walking around my neighborhood at daytime. Fallen trees and other debris hindered my stroll.

9/15/17
-1-There was a gathering and a 12-hour road trip. I don’t remember what this outdoor gathering was about. I wasn’t thrilled about spending so long in the car for that.
-2-People were being oppressed in my old house. I looked in a bag of electronics and wires, which meant some bad suffering from those nearby was about to begin. So, I got up, led everyone past the guards outside to the street. I was going to make a speech, despite the protests made by the guards.

9/16/17
Bill Dow was an android and a really cool guy. Later, he appeared in an ad. In the same scene, lots of people had to walk down flights of stairs to keep the airflow going. I think it was some kind of convention center-inspired airport. Other stuff happened that I don’t remember.

9/17/17
I was good friends with Thorax. He lived in a sort of ‘palace’, though I wouldn’t call it a palace, as it was more along the lines of a calm resort with home-like features. I had my own section and so did my younger sister. While I was at my PC, Thorax walked in and said something about not being able to go out to eat on Tuesday, so he decided,
“Let’s do seafood on Wednesday.”
Because of this decision, I looked on Google Earth for a seafood place around the highly populated island. I didn’t find any.

The home building had a giant portal room, so if you had a portal gun, you could play with it there. That room had a tree-like structure in the center that stretched from the ceiling to deep in the basement. The floor on the outside was covered in a few inches of standing pool water. There was another room with devices that could change your traits and abilities—being able to fly, or breathe underwater, for example. These devices were slightly elevated above the pool water flooding the room. On the east side of the room was a mostly glass wall leading to the street outside. Also, the weather was cloudy.

Later, I was in a shop that a guy stole my stuff from, and only my stuff. That was frustrating.

Prior to the Google Earth scene, I was on a hiking trip on a forested trail with my family, another friend, and Thorax. We eventually stopped inside a building near the end of the trail. Outside the window, I could see the sidewalk by the parking lot.
[New Scene]
Everything the Mythbusters had used over the previous 4 years was now on a bed.