non-lucid

For the past week or so I have been waking myself up 4.5-5 hours after going to sleep. So bed at 11PM, and waking at around 3:30-4:00. I have been trying to WILD at least once every morning. I have had so-so dream recall for as long as I have been gone off these forums, and I wanted to get back into lucid dreaming. I actually had a short layer one lucid dream a few days ago, but it only lasted about 30-45 seconds before the dream went dark and I could not regain control of the dream before waking up. I had just set out my dream journal this morning next to my lava lamp so I could use its dim light to write down my early morning dreams and grab a sip of water and use the restroom, etc. I'll copy the fragments from the early morning down, and then the second dream is going to be the one I had after waking about 2 hours later.

Visiting St. Louis

Don't remember much. I visited St. Louis in this dream, but it was much smaller than it should have been. I suppose it more closely resembled Jerseyville, which is where I am moving to in a couple of weeks. Driving into town with my brother Kris, mother and father, I arrived separately. I took the main road and came across the house we are soon to be moving into. I saw a car with my eldest brother Jeff, his wife Rose, and their kids at an intersection. Rose and Jeff actually live about a block or two away from our new house IRL. Since I arrived first I decided to check out the house. There was some guy who was watching over the house until we arrived. He was very shy, and he freaked out when he saw me. I tried to communicate with him but he shook his head and ran outside, never to be seen again. I then went to the motel room our family was staying in, and it was a motel 6. The entire room was renovated and changed per mother's request. A wall had been taken out, and it had been converted more to a small apartment with full furnishings and whatnot. We heard someone outside the door, and it sounded extremely close. Opened the door the investigate, but nobody was there strangely. Turns out the entire apartment building was doing their own renovations, so there was much hammering and Drilling going on.

I then checked out the rest of the town and saw some pretty large back yards that resembled my old house from when I was real young. This one house had a creek in the back, but it smelled absolutely horrible. The garbage disposal had backed up and sewage was everywhere. The appearance and smell made me gag. I then left, and saw the neighborhood had a bunch of busted pipes and fire hydrants that had caused frozen water to be everywhere. I played with it a bit by breaking some off and throwing it around, feeling it, and whatnot. It was around 35° fahrenheit outside, so not too cold.

Strange house/Office building

I was at the building where I work. I feel like this is a dream repeater, where I have done this before. I had recently got a promotion to some management job, but then I started seeing shadows of people at this place. The building was not actually my work place, but it had the feel of it and my new house. It had 2 stories. Men's bedrooms on main floor, and women's bathrooms on main floor, and vice versa. Men's bathrooms on second floor, and women's bedrooms on second floor. These shadow people had two different kinds. They were all walking in some sort of pattern through the house. There were many shadow people that had the same exact appearance. These people were something different, but I don't remember the explanation. The other kind of shadow person had all sorts of different appearances, but they were sentient. They were the home's previous victims. They were stuck in some sort of time loop. They could not see or hear me. I could see them wandering around, and at one point they were looking at something behind me. I moved over to let them see, and I had been standing in front of a light. I guess me standing there had caused the room to look strange to them. There were at least a dozen of these other victims around the house.

This woman grabbed me from behind, and guided me through the house. She had a microphone pressed next to my mouth and she was trying to convince me to listen to her and do what she says. I don't recall her whole plan, but she says not to tell anybody she exists, and that she is to be trusted. She asks if I will visit her again the next day at the same time, and I say yes. I do so, and she did the same sort of thing to me. She guided me around telling stories. I took note of her appearance this time. She liked red. She had some sort of brown trenchcoat on, red lipstick, red high heels, very red hair. She was a bit overweight, and about a foot taller than me(Making her ~7 feet tall). I spent all this time pretending to listen to her, but really I was gathering information to report her to my boss at work.

The next day I looked for someone to tell my story to. I could not find my current supervisor or team lead, but I did find my previous supervisor, and my previous job's supervisor. I had a conversation with the supervisor at my previous job, Tyler, and he acted like we talk on a regular basis. He is sitting at the computer desk I have in front of me presently, but it was located at this workplace in the dream. He tells me he beat some sort of video game record, and wonders how I don't know what he is talking about. I conclude he is confusing me with my brother, who currently works at the job this man is a supervisor at. I then start to mention my experience with my previous supervisor at my current job, Nicole, and she rushes me to this management room with many chairs and a projector screen. We are to watch a short video, and then I am to share my story with those in the room. I go to grab a seat, but every time I try someone else is sitting there or takes the spot. I get a bit frustrated after a few moments because I am supposed to be the center of attention here, I should get a preferred seat. There ended up being over 30 people crowded in this small area to watch the presentation. I had to sit in a preschool chair that was way too small for me. I noticed I was missing my shirt for some reason. Turns out I was switching shirts every time I got off work, and I forgot to put on the new one? We watch a couple of preview videos as if it were a movie theater. I see a bunch of diversity stuff and anti-trump lectures, and I start to lose my patience after like 15 minutes of watching nonsense. They eventually skip past like 4 more clips and get to the point.

All eyes on me, they ask me for my story. I start to share, and suddenly my chair starts spinning uncontrollably. I try to place my feet on the ground between the chair legs, but they are positioned in a way that prevents me from looking straight. Someone hands me a blanket to cover my torso, since I am shirtless, and I stand up out of my chair to prevent myself looking further like a doofus. Some kid explains the chair is spinning because of some wires beneath it that are tangled. I lift the chair, and sure enough it is being held by cables of some sort. I press it down real hard and it stays in place. I sit back down and explain what this mysterious woman had said to me and what she looked like. I still had some details to share, but the people in charge figured this was enough and started marching out to take action. I mention something about this house is the most important thing to me, and catching this woman isn't my main focus, but I wanted to fix the shadow people instead. The people in charge here ignored me completely and I was forced to leave the building.

I ask myself as I am leaving what I have gotten myself into. As I walk out the door I see a whole army of Daleks flying past me, ignoring me because they're on my side...Uh oh. The people I asked for help from were Timelords, and they were so crazed that the Daleks were friendly to them and obeyed them. Dream kind of ends there, but I remembering going back to the house and seeing a large step before entering the front door. I see some compartment in this ledge and wonder if it opens to some stairs. I open it up, and it was not stairs, it was a doggie door...A small one at that. I am not sure where this fits into the dream, but I also recall seeing my name on the news that I had almost died. I felt both excited seeing my name in the news, but surprised considering I was not harmed at all.

Got two DILDs to note, along with a fragment.

Spoiler for If brevity is the soul of wit...:

Scrap Group 1
Browsing an arcade, where I see one of the classic Mortal Kombat games. Next, I went outside to a cityscape at night time. Someone nearby lit fireworks, which, spectacularly enough, took the shape of a dragon. Very similar to that one scene in the LOTR - Fellowship of the Rings.

15 minutes of meditation as part of a WBTB. I made sure not to concentrate enough to the point of complete clarity. Lost awareness during a WILD attempt, though I got a DILD.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 15 - Part 1

The visuals were a slightly dim and blurred. I falsely awaken in the king-sized bed of an unfamiliar large room. A glance out the nearest window revealed a night sky. No lights were on, yet the place was kinda illuminated. This was likely what granted me awareness seconds later.

I got up to look around. Aside from the room's size, there wasn't much spectacular about it, just a slightly messy bedroom. I then searched for my guide, E, and indeed, I could sense she wasn't far, yet I couldn't see her. Coulda spend all night looking, so I imagined her appearing on a countertop nearby. She was summoned in record time, appearing in her human form and dressed in a gold-colored sleeping gown. However, she wasn't conscious and barely present. I picked her up in "bridal carry" fashion, and concentrated. Within seconds, she manifested entirely and with full vitality. I then set my guide upright on the floor.

"You didn't have to help me, you know?", she complained.

"Heh, yeah", I blurted". "I just wanted to show off." E rolled her eyes and smiled.

I look to the white wall nearby, which reminded me of the competition. "Shall we?" I offered my hand to my guide, and she reciprocates. First up was phasing. I pushed my free hand through the wall with ease, then barged in along with E. Wooden beams and supports were readily visible. Actually, it was a bit roomier than I'd expected. Anyway, we continued outside.

I then try teleporting to any random location. Things fade into a void, to which I responded with hand rubbing for a while. When I come to, I found myself back in the aforementioned bed. I take a moment to recall what occurred, only to lose awareness. False memories of the fragments above form. This includes clips of a supposed 2-player co-op mode in one of the classic Mortal Kombats. Cage and one of the ninjas fought Reptile, and later, Goro. After that, a preview of Dragon Ball FighterZ, a battle between Krillin and Adult Gohan. The former paralyzes his opponent with a Solar Flare, to which Gohan let's out a hilarious squeal.

This ended soon afterwards.

30-minute WBTB, half to write notes, and half to stretch and meditate. As above, I intended a WILD, drifted off, and got a DILD instead.

Dream 2 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 15 - Part 2

Scene 1 - Vaporous Embrace
Dreamlet unwittingly transitioned to dream. The visuals were slightly blurred. I was walking around the neighborhood on a bright, partly cloudy day. When near the school, I see a kid shouting insults at someone from the fence. The latter was someone I knew, one of my brothers' perhaps? Anyway, in vengeance, this acquaintance transforms a cloud into a large fist, and has it slam the brat down onto the pavement. This amuses me enough to gain awareness.

Using that spectacle as inspiration, I try morphing the biggest cloud in sight into the likeness of my guide. To better control things, I narrated what I expected for the next few minutes, from which the clouds roiling into E' figure were the immediate results. Next, I commanded E to descend for a closer look, only to be reminded of how truly gigantic a cloud actually is; even at hundreds of feet above, I couldn't see my guide in her entirety. I then hitched a ride on her palm, and, remembering the TOTM, asked her for a hug. She pressed me a bit hard upon herself, enough so that I soon found myself engulfed within her vaporous mass. In awe, I flew around in such fog for half a minute. Cue transition.

Scene 2 - Tick, Tick, Boom.
The visuals were a bit dim. I was entering home during twilight. Still aware. While passing the downstairs bedroom, I spotted Justin playing a computer game, and overheard him saying crummy things about me. Got kinda sore about that, but I lightened up when I found caramel-cream cakes in the kitchen and dining room. I tasted some of the icing, which was about as sweet as expected. There was momentary concern about dirtying the food, and I thought to warp time just for that sake, but I recollected myself. Still, I (literally) rewinded time anyway.

I stopped at the room's door, where I planned getting even with my (in-dream) jerkass bro. First, I telekinetically moved random junk around, but that didn't get his attention. I then had the keyboard smack his face a few times, yet he still was unresponsive. Taking drastic measures, I focused on the computer's monitor, and, after having it tick and beep for a few seconds, caused it to detonate in a small, fiery explosion. Justin was finally bewildered with rage, while I walked away chortling.

Transition.

Scene 3 - Red Card Death Penalty
The visuals were brighter. I was in my adolescent years, out playing soccer in teams of two with some unknown kids. I was aware, yet, despite having unfavorable opinions of the sport, I went along with such. My dislike was reflected by my clumsy play, where I kicked the ball out-of-bounds or directly to the opponent far too many times. One of said opponents, a scrawny, light-brown haired kid, ridiculed my mistakes with highly irritating laughter. I tried going super-speed to get an opportune goal, but couldn't manage anything remarkable.

One further mistake later, and that annoying kid finally struck my last nerve. I rushed up to him, and gave him a flying headbutt right below the chin. My intention was to send him flying to the horizon. Instead, it was only his head that rocketed straight up in a stream of blood. Still, I was entertained enough to laugh as he did to such misfortune. I even had half a mind to kick the severed head into the goal when it landed, though the others' horrified reaction kinda threw me off.

Don't recall much else until the dream ended.

This one is in fragments.
Fragment 1: I was at the field before school started. There was one part where me and a few of my friends were in this small hidden temple and in costumes. We were in this black metal band and I remember that every time we did a good job, our costumes upgraded themselves. After that school started and I was told by one of my other friends that he saw me doing "death metal stuff".

Fragment 2: Third period had just ended and I went to talk to my friend, who was sitting on a cube shaped bench seemingly made of granite. She had convinced me and a few other people that school had ended. We were in the process of walking home from school when we were caught be the officers that patrolled the school during school hours. My friend ran away, and me and my other friend stayed.

09-03-2017 -- Pat and I are in a house somewhere, in two separate rooms, but both trying to play the same computer game. Problem is, neither of us can manage to log in. Both keep entering what we think is the correct password and both keep bouncing. (When the wrong password is entered, the program just quits, so we have to relaunch.) Eventually I check carefully on the password and it seems to be something like 'play and spell' when we've been typing 'play and sleep', almost the same letters, but a different order. So we finally get it right, and are both able to play.

So about this time it is turning into the usual Runescape-based game that I am frequently playing in my dreams that includes running around to farm patches hidden away in the distant back of the game world in an area with a bit of a Morytania vibe, trying to find the nearly hidden herb patches that I need to pick, or at least tap. At the same time (also as usual for these dreams) it is becoming more and more live action, living the game, rather than just playing on a computer screen, and finally the location is starting to change to Disneyland. Strange but fun.

So soon I am running around Disneyland, planting seeds, picking herbs, and running around some of the restaurants at the same time. At some point I find myself getting quite hungry, and find myself on the outskirts of River Belle Terrace, talking about being hungry, and remembering the Mickey Mouse Waffles from the past. [I thought this was just a dream item, since I only knew about the Mickey Mouse pancakes, but a quick google search turns up the info that the waffles are real, too.] Anyway, there is an employee at the restaurant who seems to be a version of Greg S., even if I don't remember him all that well after all this time, who, even though I do not have enough money, decides to sell me a waffle for what I do have, so I am enjoying it.

But somehow something has come up where a family I know from around the parks has decided to adopt me and take me home with them. This is a strange thing, even in the dream, and there is a daughter in the family who may be somewhat upset with this, either because she does like me, or because she doesn't. I am unsure which. So at this point the dream is half taking place in Disneyland, and half in these peoples' home. They kind of look somewhat like the Bests, but they aren't. Their appearance is just very similar. I wake up in the master bedroom, between the two parents (nothing is going on, that's just where they seem to have had me sleep the first night) and move on to the breakfast table.

Just waiting for the daughter to get home and find me there to see how she reacts, and she is surprised, but doesn't seem to care. There is a son who largely reminds me of Bynner, who is not allowed to eat Chex cereal because it disagrees with him. The grandma is there, keeping an eye on everything. He knows he isn't allowed to eat the Chex, but he still kind of bites on the box and inhales to suck up just a couple of the cereal pieces and eat them. The grandma is horrified at the poor manners of this, but I find it hilarious, and do the same thing. In a way, there is a sort of a vampire vibe to it. We're laughing uproariously, while the grandma lectures us on manners and proper deportment.

The next thing I know, I find the family has gone for a walk through the neighborhood, and I am trying to catch up with them. There may be dogs involved in the walk, itself, or there may be dogs at the neighbor's house they end up visiting at ... I can't quite remember. I am surprised to discover the neighbors are the Bests (which is why I know my family looks somewhat like them, but aren't them), and they are very surprised to find that 'my' family has adopted me. Odd stuff.

08-31-2017 -- Let this sit for too long, and the ones for the last couple days, as well, so they will probably all come out as fragments, rather than detailed enough to get full entries for themselves. For today's dreams, I know there were bits with Cindy L., and something about delivery driving or mystery shopping. I know there was something with Joe L. and cell phones (probably being broken or dropped or something) and Ubering. And then the finishing bit ended up being in an Eisenhower Park-like setting with hints of Mammoth Cave. I was walking near a river above ground, and there were hints of some sort of miracle-like healing tunnel rumored to be in the area. It had been mentioned earlier, during a camp-out (perhaps with Joe as the scout master), and I was wondering where it was, and looking for it.

The 'cave' areas were looking quite man-made, and there was supposed to be one 'pipe-like' tunnel leading to the special healing area, but instead it looked like some large sort of sewer with dozens of pipes coming in. When I started asking around, some of the regulars made me aware that there were several levels of the cave, and the healing tunnel was on the lowest level. Unfortunately, it has been raining recently, and I can see at least one large stream of water pouring down a ramp to lower levels, and am being warned that there is at least a 50-50 chance that the lowest level is currently completely flooded, and that if it isn't, it soon could be. Interesting dream, that I wish I could remember in more detail.

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08-30-2017 -- Or perhaps one day earlier. Who can say. Odd dream where I am riding a bus with mom, and talking to the bus driver. For a couple of minutes I take a seat in the row right behind the driver, next to a black woman, just to chat. But when we finish our brief conversation, I excuse myself, apologize to the black woman for encroaching on her space, and move further back in the bus. Soon after that, I find myself standing near a building as a low-flying airplane flies right into it at fairly low speed. The building cuts an airplane-like shape into the wall, much like a cartoon.

The building turns into the Pentagon, and soon the airplane is backing out of the building again, unharmed. We're discussing these new planes that are still light enough to fly, but strong enough that they can pass through buildings without bringing harm to themselves. Meanwhile, I am right behind the airplane, filming it coming out of the building with my video camera, while having to throw myself to the side to avoid being run over by its tires as it backs out of the building.

Find myself sitting on what starts as the bus, but soon turns into the airplane, itself. We are in the process of being recruited to work for the US government in various capacities, and I decide I want to fly the big 747s that can fly through buildings. Olga Vukavitch is the one asking us what areas we would like to be working in, and I am trying to bring up the footage I just shot under the airplane to show her what I would like to be doing, but my laptop computer is not cooperating.

Soon things turn slightly odd, as a bunch of enemy soldiers are storming into the plane, trying to take over and catch prisoners, and their leader seems to be Kim Jung Il. I'm kind of sitting back out of the way with my laptop. I have no weapons, and I don't have any idea of what to do. Somebody else is somewhat insulting of me, for not being more involved to try and stop things, but I excuse myself by saying I haven't been given any orders, yet. Sad.

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08-29-2017 -- Or around there. I'm somewhere, watching Bonnie going on some sort of slingshot-like ride that has her being hoisted up in chains to the top of a parachute jump-like tower (like at Knott's) where she is hoisted up by her arms, but also kind of runs along the tower like a slightly off version of rappelling. When she gets to the top, she seems to be kind of making some kind of meal (or perhaps potion) with ingredients that just kind of appear in the area, which could be quite valuable. She is assisted in this by a woman who works at the top of the tower, who most reminds me of 'The Architech' from the Player-Owned Ports content of Runescape.

Meanwhile, I am helping her bundle up her creation in a large storage container, in preparation of getting it back to the ground. Oddly, though I am at first at the top of the tower with her, I soon find myself running around at ground level again. I seem to spend a lot of time trying to use a small elevator which doubles as a waiting room at the odd cross between a doctor's office and Hewitt Associates. It seems that what everybody thinks is an elevator may only be made to look like one. Or not. It is very confusing. At least at one point, I end up a couple of stories further up in the building, where upper management hangs out in rich quarters, with spas, and a large swimming pool, lording it over the peons. There is also at least a little bit involving them trying to get me to come back to another position in the company, but by this time, I have had, and eventually gotten fired from so many positions so many times, that I really have no further interest in working for Hewitt, and I am amazed they keep trying to bring me back. Would have remembered more of this, the first day. Too bad I waited three or four days to write it down.

08-23-2017 -- Get to visit with Ms Cummings again! I find myself at a grade school, just about as classes are going to get out. Somehow I've been told this is the school that Ms Cummings is now teaching at by someone on Facebook, and I am trying to find her and meet with her. It is the same rough school layout as Marshall, probably in the same district, but there are six rows of classrooms instead of five, which means probably one per grade, plus the couple of kindergarten class rooms. Anyway, it is about 2:45 in the afternoon, and a bell has just rung, and the teachers are starting to release their classes.

I'm wandering around, trying to glance at any teachers among the students who are starting to fill the halls, and attempting to see any teachers still in their class rooms, and a couple of the kids are following me around. The odd thing is, most of the classrooms have disappeared. A row of classes that should have four rooms, only the first is there, then I am just looking at an empty field. I mention it to the kids, and they are commenting on how there used to be four classrooms there, just a few minutes ago, and they have no idea where they went. But while I am trying to figure that out, I hear a vaguely familiar voice, and turn to see a teacher walking down a hall that looks familiar, and might be my fifth grade teacher.

I hurry to catch up with her, and overhear a staff member call her Ms Yourshaw, so I realize I've got the right person. I try to call out to her, and she turns to me slightly, but disregards me almost immediately. She has bandages covering her face, and seems to be hurting, and is fairly cold and seems kind of uncaring, and when I tell her I used to be a student of hers, she doesn't seem to care at all, and tells me to go away, as she starts to climb a stairway to the second floor of the building that we are in. I call out that I can go away, if that is what she wishes, but only after I let her know that she was the best teacher that I ever had! She kind of laughs that off, but actually starts to pay attention when I list creative lesson plans and the like, and actually starts to try and remember me.

She says something trying to identify me with a specific time period, and I bring up incidents of that time, including her taking me out for a sundae at an ice cream parlor at Brookhurst and Orange avenues (I think that was where it was, though I can't remember the name of the place. Did Smucker's ever have its own ice cream parlor chain? [Have since managed to remember it was probably called Swenson's]) and the year she lost a half a year to injuries from the auto accident, and she is actually starting to remember me, and cheer up a bit. Slightly worrying, but she invites me to join her in going to a local bar and having a drink, and while I don't plan to have the same exact drink, I figure I'll get a Midori Collins.

As I am following her out of the school, she runs into the principal, who is greeting her, and asking her about when she is going to be home, and asking about who I am, and she mentions me as a past student who, the last time she saw me, was trying to sell my copy of Roller Coaster Tycoon to get some funds (something I do not remember at all <ggg>). As she walks along, Ms Cummings slips on something and falls to the ground, and suddenly the principal is trying to control the scene around her, and kind of rolls her around to a position where she can apply a jerk and kind of align her back, damaging her own, in the process. Ms Cummings returns the favor, and cracks her back, then the principal starts asking me more questions. Indication is she rooms with Ms Cummings, who seems to have gotten jaded and depressed, and she is excited to see her showing a little bit of interest from her again. She actually seems to expect to see something romantic going on. I don't have any similar expectations, not that I would be particularly opposed to them. (Always had a little bit of a crush on her.)

08-22-2017 -- Unsure how this will come out, how much I'll remember, and whether it will be interesting or not, but we'll give it a try. There were earlier bits, but the first thing I can remember is riding in a sort of passenger van down a street that I've remembered from many other dreams, a slightly smaller road connecting major highways, sometimes in the RPV area, sometimes in Washington, and sometimes in England, kind of connecting Cambridge and London This time is one of the Cambridge ones, and the beautiful blonde 'guide' (for lack of a better term) is commenting how we'll soon be at our destination, and I mention it should be right over the next hill, and then make a big deal about how I remember that from my England trip in '92, even though I have not been back, since.

There is a guy driving the van, dark hair, fairly slim, but we're told to ignore him, as he 'doesn't exist.' Indication is, the blonde should be driving, and the only person here, but she prefers to have help. She's quite attractive, and a mild flirt, and I can't help but hope something eventually happens with her, but for now she is mostly involved in serving us as a sort of guide. There are several others on the van, including a family with several children, and I am trying to entertain them by picking up some candy and juggling it. There are several small chocolate balls maybe a half inch in diameter, and then I accidentally pick up something that looks much like a Cadbury egg, and hold it up next to the others and comment on "No, that's not right!" and drop it. So I have the three small balls, and I am trying to juggle them, but I can't juggle, so I end up tossing one up and down in my left hand, with two in my right, just tossing them up and catching them with the same hands. The kids know that isn't what juggling is like, so they laugh at my antics, which is what I wanted in the first place.

Somehow we've eventually arrived in France, and though I don't get the hows or whys of any of it, we all end up strolling into a classroom where the class is in session, and this annoys the professor, who is poking fun at us. The driver, who was the one who brought us here, is being forced to smoke the professor's pipe, and told he needs to cough like the professor before the professor will listen to him. Meanwhile, the professor is blowing smoke in his face. So the guy takes a puff or two on the pipe, then starts blowing odd smoke formations. Instead of 'simple' smoke rings, he is blowing a sort of smoke chain or smoke 'lattice' that kind of reminds me of making balloon chains. Very cool stuff. The Professor seems kind of offended by that, and then asks the driver if he is a secret agent. The driver says no, and the professor answers with 'Well I am, and we've been after you for a while," and arrests he and the gorgeous blonde. Myself and the other passengers are just kind of brushed aside, and left on our own. The blonde tells me not to try and find them, I think, as they are hauled off.

The family is looking to me for leadership, no idea why, but is ready to throw me off at a moment's notice, so what's the point? They are talking about where to go next, and how to get there, and we get separated for a minute, and I end up spotting the driver and the guide running toward a train station. I guess they managed to escape the folks who had them, and are making a break for it. I chase after them until I reach the ticket takers, who aren't about to let me in without a ticket, but that's ok, I just wanted to get close enough to call out a 'good luck' to the blonde, who has short three letter nickname that is masculine, while she most certainly isn't. It's as if I were calling her Bob, though that wasn't actually it. Anyway, the ticket taker/guard looks at me strangely, but I don't care.

I run into the family again, and the oldest daughter has decided she wants to go to Publix, because of how great a store it is, and I am kind of surprised to learn that the chain has spread throughout Europe. I'm trying to figure out how to find one, as the others just walk up to a mall directory, and discover a Publix in the mall (which is huge, with something like 6 or 8 'wings' of shops, and much larger than any other mall I've seen before), but of course it is on the entire other side of the mall, and I'm fat and out of shape, so my comment on the whole thing is along the lines of 'of course!' I turn around and discover the family is gone again, so I glance at the map, identify where the Publix ought to be, and try to head off in that direction.

I'm kind of walking, kind of running, but things get a little strange, as I look in the direction I want to go, and am suddenly moving much quicker, almost like I was riding a segway or something, except there is no equipment, it is just the dream helping me get around more efficiently. I must have made a wrong turn somewhere, as I find myself in a huge hotel on the outskirts of the mall, and since I still need to get to the Publix, I try to turn around to get back where I started. Suddenly I find myself in somebody else's vehicle again, and I come to realize it is Uber, but that Uber is very strange and different in other countries.

The driver is a sort of a young punk, and quickly runs his very strong car (build like a tank) into the back of a pick-up truck, which knocks it into the smaller car in front of it, which is then knocked through a barricade, as my driver laughs at them. He offers me a couple of tootsie rolls, and I am about to turn it down because I don't like tootsie rolls, when he reminds me that in other countries, Tootsie Rolls are not just the sticks of weird 'chocolate' that isn't quite chocolate, but a wide variety of different treats. I unroll the roll, to discover four pieces of candy of the See's or Russell Stover type inside. Yummy. Meanwhile, the driver has caused another crash that wrecks another car, and leaves his virtually untouched, and he continues to laugh as he explains he is taking out his competition, while refusing to pick up their passengers who are desperate for rides.

Soon I am back where I started, in the mall, and still trying to get to the Publix, but now I seem to be driving my own French Uber, problem is, I turn onto a highway I hope will take me to the Publix, only to find all the traffic heading directly at me. Forgot I was in Europe, and have to drive on the left side of the road. (Obviously my dream cannot remember that's only the UK!) So I swing off the road and quickly turn around, heading back off the freeway without causing myself or anyone else any trouble. I drive a few meters down, and find the correct entrance, heading the right way, but there is a large gang of bikers parked there. I am worried they might want to cause trouble, but signs and announcements proclaim that biker gangs often help maintain the peace and keep order. What?

Anyway, momentarily I find myself pushing my way through crowds on a train, as part of another Uber tour where I am just along for the ride, and the person who is in charge is very much like the other punk, and likes to pick up little kids who need to go pee and set them on top of tables so they pee on the tables and when the train shifts, it runs into people's laps, so he can joke about it. These folks are nothing but trouble, and I keep moving along, wanting to make it to the next car, where I find myself sharing space with the gorgeous blonde and her driver again. He's worried to see me, but she's just flirting again, and rubbing up against me, as she tries to 'explain' things without explaining anything. I ask if they heard me call out to them before, but get no answer. Just more flirting from the gorgeous blonde! All I know is I want her, and every time it seems something might happen, he just happens to pop up again, and she says I'll just have to wait and see if he ever lets anything happens! AAUUGGHH!!

08-20-2017 -- At the Hickory house doing packing, I think. Not quite sure what is going on, but there are disappearing pets, and injured cats, and we're trying to figure out what is happening, when I discover that there is a lion running around the neighborhood, killing and eating other animals, and mauling people when it catches them. The neighbors at 8439 are running around in terror, trying to hide behind their big mobile home trailer, while the lion is just laying under the thing, eating the family dog, and occasionally taking a swipe at their legs.

So I'm looking around for Sammy, hoping he's safe, and trying to figure out where the lion is and when it might be safe, and the answer is pretty much never. The lion seems to be hiding off to the right side of the house in an area where the garage should be, but it is not. At one point, I am wandering around trying to find things, and come across the lion around the side of the house, and start to run for the door, and the lion starts to chase me, and I realize the running attracts it's attention. When I was just walking, it paid me much less attention. So I slow down, and before it can react, dart toward it and start scratching it on the head, and to that it reacts like a kitten, and purrs and loves the attention, and I am able to get back into the house, where I borrow somebody's phone and call for animal control to come and get it.

Dobby is here for a while, and trying to protect us, but he moves far too quickly, and is eaten several times (and just pops back into existence, ready to be eaten again) until he learns to make a big, pillow-like shield around himself that the lion just bounces off of. Meanwhile, Billy Damon is here, demonstrating some magic tricks, while a piano competition-like magic convention is going on, with a kids division that is competing, as well as an adult division, and some kids that are a cross between the younger ragtime writers and the stars from the Big Bang Theory are showing off their magic acts.

I keep opening the front door, and the lion is now pretty much camping on the front porch, and I am petting his head until he purrs, and keeping him calm, while urging others to move cautiously, and not trigger his chase instincts by running, while waiting for animal control, who seem to be incredibly slow about getting out here. But finally they arrive, and after a long time of setting up their trucks, they wander around and spray the two lions with some sort of foamy spray that may remove oxygen from the area, and knocks them out, and probably eventually kills them, which kind of bothers me, because now that I've started petting one, I'm bonding to it, and just want to see it removed from the populated area.

But even though I am opposed to the killing of the animals, and just want to get them moved safely, I have grabbed a small bottle of the spray that is killing them, and am running around spraying most of the people in the house (which may be forcing us to move) and giving them a brief spray to the air just in front of their faces, to try and knock them out, yet not kill them, and take everybody out in the hopes of moving them somewhere and getting them out of the way. But of course it is still very dangerous, and some of them turn their heads or don't breathe in, and the whole thing is just a mess.

Morning of September 16, 2017. Saturday.

Reading time: 3 min 34 sec. Readability score: 75.



My dream atypically begins in liminal space of the type that is usually an end marker, which a parking lot represents. The main characters other than myself are Ray Romano from “Everybody Loves Raymond” though his wife is Jane Wyatt as from the much older television show “Father Knows Best.“ Ray, Jane, their fictional daughter (who seems like a young version of Zsuzsanna, though my dream self does not recognize her as such), and I are in a dark blue pickup truck. I am in the cab, but I later ride in the back with their daughter.

An additional recurring dream state indicator (other than the parking lot) is the pickup truck itself (due to the play on “bed”). The first situation relates to an appointment made by her parents (I assume with no choice in the matter), because of a government agency coming to take their daughter to place her in a group home for specialized foster care. When other men arrive, parking at a distance from the truck, I take out a small cylindrical rod with a button on one end. I push it, and it transforms into a large pistol. I shoot at the car. After my third shot, it explodes dramatically and consumes four or five unoccupied cars near it.

An unknown man on the opposite side of the truck looks on in a puzzled manner. He does not leave the area of his car. He stands behind its open driver’s side door. So as I do not get found with a gun on me, I press a button on the gun’s handle, and it changes back into the small rod.

I ride in the back with their daughter. I tell Ray to drive down a particular road. Curiously, there are automatically operating French doors set up across part of it. (They are not a part of a building.) We go through these doors. I explain to their daughter about her need to grow up in a family environment with her real parents instead of by the government, which often results in cognitive dissonance through half-attained brainwashing. We talk for a long time, though I do not recall every detail. I agree with her that while some parents are not capable of viably raising children, that does not mean the government should have all children under their observation or utilize profiling based on race or cultural background.

I am aware of owning an expansive organization and area of land in which people live as they want as long as there is no crime. We arrive there, and the family makes plans for their living arrangements.

Before the three new people move into their new home, I talk about the confirmation of their state of health. The daughter says I am not a doctor. “Yes, I am,” I confidently reply.

I press a button on my device, and it transforms into an unusual machine. Parts grow out as a result of nanite activity. It resembles an oversized embossing label maker. The girl kneels down, and I look at the top of the device as I hold it directly over her head. It has scanned her entire body for any health issues and reports (by the print that appears on the surface of the top) that there are no concerns. I have Jane kneel as well. The device does not display any potential problems. Ray seems to have a cholesterol issue, but I will address that later.

An unfamiliar young black man is present. He seems to know me well. I ask him how his friends and family are. They are well. I go into a large room that has an ambiguous outdoors area on one side (a commonly recurring dream distortion that is impossible to resolve consciously). There are others in the room. One male is hunting for food. He shoots at a strange figure that runs behind trees and to the left. “Was that the Tasmanian Devil?” I ask cheerfully (though it looked more like a bizarre cartoon rabbit with human legs and wearing track shorts).

I feel a change in my level of consciousness, so I go down a flight of steps to vivify my dream. (This is even though I am not lucid. However, long-term knowledge of reactive representation often carries over into the dream state).

I am in a featureless field (a dream setting that represents an "empty” area of waking space). I decide to fly but not that far above the ground. I fly stomach down and use my arms to gain speed by pushing down against the ground to propel myself forward. I enjoy this more and more. I feel it will make me stronger in the arms while not tiring the rest of my body. I am aware of Leonard S (my pinhead friend from King Street). He is standing near a storefront that comes into view to my left. I am also aware of an older unknown male whom I feel may benefit from flying in the way I am as I consider he may need to strengthen his heart muscles in a less stressful way. (He seems about seventy years old.) I continue to fly this way. When I wake, my right hand is pushing down on the mattress though I am only partly on my stomach by way of my left side.

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After lucid dreams (and sometimes after nonlucids): What are those blobs of colour I see in my vision? They resemble crumpled wads of paper or origami. They appear just before the dream ends and persist several seconds into wakefulness, clearly visible as I lie in bed. If I close my eyes tightly they're still there. Once it was purple and white on a violet background (viewed through a rectangular window surrounded by blackness). It vaguely resembled a neuron or a cancer cell. That one was clearly dimensional and floated in 3D space. I could study its contours and still remember its general shape. This morning it looked like an orange-and-black walnut. I fancied I was seeing my optic nerve. That's my best guess.

Does anyone else see these things? What is it about the dream state (or hypnagogic state) that makes them appear? Is this related to the "sparkling void" I hear lucid dreamers talking about or is that something different?

Morning of September 15, 2017. Friday.



I am in a library that is not very well-defined and in fact seems to be “blank” on two sides. I am with two unfamiliar people, a younger male and younger female. They seem puzzled about where they are. A door is partly open behind us.

An unfamiliar older male appears in front of us (though more as if there the whole time). He makes a remark about “holding the door” so that we can leave the dream (though I am not fully lucid). “This is the waking transition,” he says. “Only this and nothing more.” (This is a line from Edgar Allan Poe’s poem “The Raven”.)

Four miniature birds quickly protrude from between his lips. The little birds are in a two by two arrangement (that is, two rows of two). I recognize the one on the upper left as a miniature blue crowned pigeon. (All four exotic birds are of a different species.) The impression is created that the man’s “tongue” (somehow made of the four birds) is pointing to the door on the opposite side of the room to show us the way out.

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Despite my waking symbolism being of the same basic patterns for over fifty years, it is always quite different in how it is specifically rendered. This dream combines doorway waking symbolism (of the threshold type - meaning threshold of real-time level of consciousness) with return flight waking symbolism.

Doorway waking symbolism is when RAS designates the potential exit point of the dream state as a doorway. (The reticular activating system or RAS is a set of connected nuclei that is responsible for regulating wakefulness and sleep-wake transition and is behind the formation of waking symbolism as such, often in my case by way of the personified preconscious, which is usually unrelated to real life, other than sometimes triggered by environmental noise or change in perceived light through the veil of sleep, but in my case, often linked to the transpersonal Source with prescience.)

Return flight waking symbolism (inherent to the dream state itself based on being unconscious - even used as such in comic strips and movies by showing birds flying around someone’s head when knocked out) occurs in over twenty percent of my non-lucid dreams, and has for over fifty years. This is also based on RAS due to the biological dynamics of the inner ear often triggering a falling sensation upon the return to wakeful consciousness. This is automatically unconsciously associated with birds, airplanes, flying under one’s own power, UFOs, and other flight symbols.

A library typically represents having more of the conscious self identity present within the dream state (due to the growing neural energy required to read and better understand text).

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Its late now so im going to summarize the lucid part of yesterday night.

-I sang as loud as I could while sliding on a huge body of water.Music showed up and my voice changed but i kept on singing. During that time I also encountered alien robot on the water and broke them while flying at certain times too.

-For the non lucid part aliens visited our planet and got mad at me because I did not follow their orders. Also there was something about power cards I think. There were also other dcs but I dont remember who now.

Just got a bunch of scraps to note. Quite a shame, as I was sure I got lucid at some points.


Scrap Group 1
WBTB initially unintended due to insomnia.

A series of forgotten dreams, part of which I'm quite sure I was lucid. There was something about a fire, or a similar disaster.

At home. One of my uncles and his wife make a surprise visit, much to my annoyance.

At a pool party. Magical events occurred.

Wandering in a mansion?

At home watching TV with my sister and mom. I tune in on a science show about plausible alien lifeforms. On screen were CGI of disgusting phallic creatures. In fact, said alien figures were noted to be from Rick and Morty.

Unwitting dream transition. I travel around in a grey realm for a while, then warp to some temple ruins. There, I spoke with an ancient-world priest. He claimed mastery over demonurgy, and spent his life translating the words of six spirits with which he'd formed pacts. This reminds me of the Demon roguelike, and also gives me false memories of possessing such creatures of my own. I'm fairly certain I was lucid at one point.

So, I have been trying to get LDs since I got more motivation for that. I have been trying DILD (with MILD kind of) but one night I accidentally almost got a WILD. Too bad I wasn't prepared and didn't realize what was happening so I moved... Too bad, because it would have been super easy to get to the WILD from there. But now, let's just get to the dream I had tonight:

I was in some park. There were trees and a stand of some kind in front of me. The stand was owned/run by some old guy. He was standing in front of the stand. That old guy was a bad guy somehow. He didn't do anything. He just told me that he was bad. It was something spiritual. I think some other bad creatures were supposed to come after me or something, I don't remember (the dream wasn't really clear). I just felt/knew that everything wasn't right even tought the guy didn't even fight me yet (very typical logic nonsense for my dreams sometimes...). I decided to avoid all that and just try to wake up. The scenery went a little foggy ro something after that decision. It was like Minecraft with low graphics. But because I soon realised that it was obviously a dream if I was trying to wake up, I decided to start flying away instead. It was a LD after that. The scenery was really unclear. Too bad I heard the guy's voice in my head. He said he would be "asking guestions" during my dream. I didn't want it at all (even though now I wish I knew what he would have asked) so I told him to be quiet. It didn't work right away and I was going to say it again but then my alarm rang. Yay.

Okay I honestly don't care that I woke up because the LD sucked. I only slept for six hours last night so that mich be the reason for that. I just hope that this nice memory of succeeding gets me a better LD this weekend.

Smashed a record! 5 dreams in one night, up to letter E in my ordering system! The evidence is in the title which won't fit the text of the last dream! So I'll retype the journal title below

Dream - To The Bachelor Mansion & Octopus Mario & The Runaway Karla & Just My Kitten Luck & Don't You Forget About Me



Date of Dream: FRI 15 SEP - 2017



Dream No. 195 - Separated Sections

Dream 195 A - To The Bachelor Mansion
I don't remember how the dream started. I was at the bachelor mansion in Sydney but it looked nothing like it does on real life TV. It was day time and the property was this modern looking two storey farmhouse. The grass was very lush and green and although different from real life, the environment still suited the bachelor vibe well.

Two bachelorettes I remember seeing outside were Lisa and Simone. There were other bachelorettes there but I don't remember specifically who they were. I remember I was there, looking for Matty J. He came outside the front door and all the bachelorettes were crowding around him. I was trying to get through all of them so I could meet Matty J myself. I don't remember if I was successful or not.

Dream 195 B - Octopus Mario
It was night time during this dream. My memory of what happened at the start is also blurry here. I do remember that I was heading down Napoleon Road for some reason but I have also forgotten what the intention was... I was travelling down the road on foot (but on the footpath). Half way during my travels, I randomly encounter the bachelor, Matty J. He's waiting for me and when I get to him, he says to me “How you would you like to experience the bachelor hug?”. He then spreads one arm out and hugs me like he does to the bachelorettes on the show.

I continue walking now and up ahead, I see my giant Mario plush toy that has come to life. There was something weird about him though. I look down at his legs and notice dozens of them! Walking along the road just like me! Then I check to see how many arms he has and it's just the normal two. As I am walking down the road for a while, Mario is walking ahead of me with his dozens 'o' legs. I can't remember anything else about this dream.

Dream 195 C - The Runaway Karla
At the start of the dream, people were claiming that I had run away from home. I was at this unknown shopping centre when my phone went off. The call stopped before I could answer it. I had all these missed calls from mum, a text from JO urging me to return home as well as a missed call from my uncle. I decided to answer back to my uncle's call and it was a bad decision, he was yelling at me like a hair dryer on the highest setting.

Once the call was done, I thought to myself that I never had intentions on running away from home and so I actually decided to return as possible. The dream then skipped to another scene. I had to contact my uncle for something else but I was really scared to do so based on what happened earlier. My mum said that it should be okay and that he may not be mad anymore.

There was the a big lunch happening at my dad's parents' place. We were all sitting on a round table in the small corner room of the house. I was allocated to sit next to one of the relatives but we didn't get along well together, so I asked the adults if it was okay to move across one chair, they said it was okay and that we didn't have to stay in the spot that was allocated to us. On my lunch plate was some chicken, rice and lettuce. There was also a pot of this mushroom sauce that we could put on our food... There was a catch to this lunch though. We were due to be eating at the other grandparent's house in a hour, so we couldn't fill up all the way.

There wasn't any mushroom sauce on my plate but I wanted some. Once again, the adults told me not to fill up too much. The dream then made it so there was only a tiny bit of mushroom sauce blended in with the rice. I tasted some and I said that the sauce tasted weird, it was very dirt-like compared to how my other grandmother made it. The dream ended before having a meal at the other house, which was apparently going to be the same thing!

Dream 195 D - Just My Kitten Luck
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, we were driving down the road but I don't know where we were going. What I do remember is that it was in my mum's car. There was this family of four kittens that we drove by... My mum was driving and my brother and I were in the back seat. While driving, we hear something hit the roof. I opened my window and a kitten actually hopped in the car!

Instead of driving the kitten back to join its other family members, we decided to immediately adopt it and take it home. Along the way, my dad randomly appears and he is standing outside the car. He is surprised to see the kitten coming towards him... He somewhat freaks out and tells that kitten to go back to me. I know the dream continued but I forgot what happened.

Dream 195 E - Don't You Forget About Me
I have forgotten how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my house and there was also this music equipment around the place that belonged to one of my dad's friends. There was this tiny little chair that I was sitting on and my dad and I were bound to sing some duet in the living room, facing the TV. We were going to be singing the song “Don't You Forget About Me”, which exists in real life.

Just as we started, my dad's friend thought that it'd be better if I stood up... I agreed because the chair was way too small for me and so I had a hard time staying on it in the first place. Another one of my dad's friends was also there helping mix the sound. We actually started singing and my dad did the majority of the song. When it came to some of the intros to the verses, that's when I joined and I was doing these really exaggerated mouth movements at the microphone.

I looked towards the front room of the house and saw Matty J sitting on the couch nearest to the living room. My mum appears and Matty J points at me, looking somewhat astonished. The dream made it so that while I was singing, I could also hear him quietly ask my mum, “she can sing!?”. The dream then ended.



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