non-lucid

So I am with this girl in my car. Nothing sexual. Just sitting and talking. There is this inflatable mattress thing in the backseat which I know is a bomb. The bomb activates. I usher the girl quickly away from the car and into a nearby building. I am panicking because the bomb is going to blow up my car in a parking lot. Because of my ethnic background, I know in the dream that once that explosion happens and they inevitably identify me, I will be on the news as a terrorist.

So my next instinct is look for another girl that I somehow knew in the dream world. Her name roughly sounds like the word "Heylmun". She is a black girl I actually knew from high school under a different name. I frantically plead with Heylmun and ask her if she still had/knew the time travel magic that "we used to save [can't remember her name] back then." She affirms she does. I am a bit relieved. My hope is go back in time and stop past-me from putting a bomb in the back of my car.

Some time in the dream passes and I hear the car explode outside the building me and Heylmun are in. A crowd gathers near the windows to see flames and gasoline spewing everywhere and on other cars. The televisions in the building come on reporting on the incident in no time.

I run back to Heylmun and ask her if she has any "hiding places" for me to lay low while she gets the Time Travel Magic ready. She says yes, but first she needs my phone number. I give it to her. She gets two numbers mixed up much to my frustration and I have to correct her.

-1-There was a weather forecast on for snow in Washington. In the northern islands closer to Canada, the TV meteorologist had no idea what was going to happen, as apparently 60-80 inches of snow had once been recorded there.
-2-There was a challenge to drive on every road in Washington. This eventually turned into a race to somewhere in southern Canada, starting from Kansas. We had to check certain homes and evacuate them. Some of them were extremely hostile, even getting their dogs to attack me. There was another person that tried to steal my car. That didn’t work without the key.

A monster that seemed like he was made out of blanket material and energy was telling me jokes and trying to get me to fall for a trap. But I was always one step ahead of him and it ended with him being destroyed. There were dogs in the dream too but I forgot what they were doing.

I've been with N again , in some sort of unstable and surreal space , a part of it was a house , a street was there maybe?
in this dream I ended up meeting her . She was with her brother, sitting somewhere, talking about things and looking at stuff on a phone.
At a point she notices me and we try to communicate silently so his lil brother doesn't notice me. It would be too much of a bother to explain who I am.
Then I woke up. The dream was really unstable, i kept popping up at a roof then anotehr place.

It was really N, the vibe or the energy she gave off was unique. But her expression was empty, like if she still sleeps and are barely cosncious of whats happening.

My lucidity was risen a bit when I first saw her, but I did not become lucid in the end.

September 4th
2am-8:15am
Non LD + LD

1. Running to an area, I get to it by breaking doors in and others behind me try to give chase and catch me before I discover the secret. Once I get to the area the secret destroys me, I feel like the whole world has been let down. I think the secret was some device made to save humanity but it turns out they’d never been working on it.
2. Children running around current home at night, Johnny Depp casually walking behind them as they wind around our car and then a woman whom I think is my mother but it’s hard to tell in the dark, lead them to bed. I attempt to catch Depp’s eye by doing silly dances and eventually someone joins me, steps out behind a tree really. This new person is Michael Jackson and I even state this fact out loud to acknowledge his presence even more. We dance around a tree and seem to be having fun, I actually forget about Depp and then in a spin I dance off further away from the house. Once away from the house I actually look back on what happened and notice I’m dreaming, so I fly up high and touch the tops of the trees. I try to imagine myself someplace else, but my imagination carries me away to my old home and into my old bedroom with the bunkbed. Except the desk is closer to the bunk bed then I remember it and mom is on her computer there and Christian is sitting on the bottom bunk looking over her shoulder. I go into the kitchen because I feel hungry, I look into a container we often use for bread and notice dough is in there. So I place my hands over it and tense them as much as possible as I watch the dough rise and rise until it’s bursting out of the container and spilling over the top, then it starts to brown and I stop when I think it’s probably finished. I munch on this and deem it to be satisfactory, it has some spices in it but mainly tastes like dill sweet bread. I bring the rest into the bedroom and let mom and my brother have some. Mom says it would be nice with some onion in it, I mention that sweet onion would work wonderfully. I can feel myself waking up and it seems to even affect the dream because it starts getting light out and then I wake up.

Morning of September 4, 2017. Monday.



I am in our present bedroom in our house as it mostly is now. Curiously, at one point, I see that I am drinking a Frozen Coke with a straw. (I no longer drink cola in real life.) My wife Zsuzsanna, who is sitting to my left on the foot of our bed (the same orientation as we are in sleep, that is, she is on my left in our bed), had bought it. I consider possible health issues, but I decide that just this one, within a long time period, would not do that much damage to my health, and thus I enjoy drinking it (which proves that dream self “reasoning” is unrelated to conscious self reasoning).

I should have seen this situation as a dream state indicator (since I would never drink a Frozen Coke in reality), yet I did not, and because I did not, the preconscious kicks in, in a typical imposer role of the exact same type (and same overall mood and level of dream state awareness) since early childhood. (This of course, is one of many reasons I have never believed in “dream interpretation” as the term is usually used, simply because I understand what dreams are and how they work.)

This time the preconscious personification occurs as a young unfamiliar male, he comes into our lounge room and gazes at me from near the front door. Of course, this greatly annoys me and I get up to chase him back outside. As he goes back onto our porch, I notice it seems late at night. I jab his chest and chin with my Olympic barbell (which has no weights on it, but is my weapon of choice in many dreams), pushing him backwards. He walks out onto the street, but I shout to him that I will “get my shotgun” if he comes back.

Zsuzsanna joins me on our porch. I notice a number of unfamiliar people walking in both northerly and southerly directions at the intersection in the street perpendicular to ours. I consider that there is some sort of public event going on. This may be why the unknown male ended up absentmindedly coming into our house.

Without remembering that there is no door to the entrance to our porch in reality, that is, the doorway parallel to our lounge room door (front entrance), I attempt to close a wooden door. The dynamics of this otherwise solid door make absolutely no sense, but my dream self does not catch on at all.

Zsuzsanna watches me as I attempt to close the door over the porch entrance doorway. I do this in the understanding that it is actually our lounge room door. This makes such little sense, it is utterly absurd, because our lounge room door is actually a few feet from the porch doorway and not even hinged anywhere in that area. Still, it does not matter to my dream self as I try it anyway. (The door actually somehow seems free-floating in one way, though still has some sort of virtual hinging at times.)

I push the door to close into the right wall of the porch, but it does not quite fit. In fact, the otherwise solid wooden door bends a bit, leaving impossible curves in the top and bottom, though seems to resume its shape when pulled back out. I pull it back out and push it back in a few times, but I do not think it will serve as a viable door. I look at the items on our porch, including the dresser, and wonder if people will take
something.

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This dream renders the waking transition as typical doorway waking symbolism of the same basic type as since early childhood. Such dreams, like many other dreams and their inherent waking symbolism, are unrelated to waking life in any symbolic sense. (I do not believe in “dream interpretation” in that sense anyway.)

What about this dream relating to waking life in any way? Only my wife Zsuzsanna in this case has any connection to waking life, yet the fact we are sitting at the foot of our bed signifies that even this is a dream state indicator (symbolizing, in real time, that we are asleep).

A door is typically the implied exit point of the dream in both lucid and non-lucid dreams, though a dream can also be vivified by going through a doorway or opening a door (and in fact this is one of my main ways to induce apex lucidity). This one was more illogical than in virtually countless past dreams of the same type of waking symbolism. There are probably at least two incidental reasons, one, the door pressing and crunching against the porch wall upon attempting to fully close it as was the door to my Cubitis bedroom (thus a subliminal dream state indicator relating to a “return” to bed - that is, subliminal acknowledgement that the physical body is in bed), two, the wobbliness of the door being analogous of having a heavier blanket over me at the time (as of course a blanket yields to physical movement but can be smoothed out again when a bed is made).

Of course, as I have written hundreds of times in my personal journal since childhood, a porch symbolizes (in real time) higher liminal space and is unrelated to waking life symbolism other than the literal implications of what a porch is (between fictional dream self identity and true conscious self identity). Additionally, the preconscious is transpersonal and always consequently the least like the dreamer (until merging with the emergent consciousness if such is the case) or otherwise there would not be the emotional contrast required to induce waking (yet I am always astounded by people who do not understand this as this is a dream’s main function). While in some cases, the preconscious takes the form of a person the dreamer may have an actual conflict with, for me, it is often far less true, as there will be conflict with the preconscious no matter what conscious self dynamics are extant. Whether or not a person has any current conflict in waking life has nothing to do with the nature of the preconscious as many people unintelligently presume (though is but one of many of the inherent falsehoods of “dream interpretation” by way of the very common Barnum effect). If I were to “get along” with the preconscious, this would possibly sustain my dream indefinitely, which is not biologically feasible or healthy. However, when I do passively coalesce with the preconscious, which is then no longer the preconscious but the emergent consciousness, I wake anyway (coalescence waking symbolism). The only real difference used to be the coloring of mood on whether my dream had a positive or negative outcome. Since I now have a greater understanding of my dreams than ever before, that coloring of mood being potentially negative, regardless of preconscious dynamics, has lessened significantly.

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September 2nd
8am-11am
Waking up in the early morning in my old home, at the time of the bunk beds in my room and my mother was still asleep on the top bunk as I got up (IRL she always used the bottom one). I went to the kitchen and thought I saw something in the window out front, so I looked at the one to my left or the kitchen window and saw my grandmother walking to the side door with tons of plastic containers stacked in her hands. I rushed over and alerted mom, she just kind of grunted in response and sounded annoyed so I went out instead to greet her. I asked about the containers and she said she was giving us 1 billion dollars; I was stunned by this and offered to take them so I put them on the ground round the back of the house and opened one container. It was a stack of 20s with a rubber band around it; the other containers contained the same. I poured all the cash into my shirt that I’d stretched out to create a place to hold it and looked up to see two or three bills try and float away on the wind. I catch them and then carefully go inside the house with grandma, I dump the bills on the floor in front of the refrigerator and then go to tell mom. By the time I come back grandma has put all the bills back in their containers and has placed the containers around the house. She walks away, I guess to leave and I take a moment to look at the neatly stacked containers on the counter, but here a noise like a lawn mower and run to the side door. I open it and see grandma sitting on the porch with a weed whacker running and she’s trying to fix it I think but I tell her not to stick her hand in it. I run to mom who is just getting out of bed and then I run back with mom and we find grandma covered in blood, her right hand is cut off and she holds it in her left hand. I think the whole thing is very gross and hesitate to take her hand that she holds out to me, but she tells me to take it and me say I’ll put it in the freezer. She’s just saying this normally as though she’s not losing a lot of blood, I however feel very sick and once I grab the hand by the fat of the thumb, I feel like vomiting. The whole hand feels very real and lifeless; this is probably what made me want to vomit. I rush the hand to the freezer and just toss it in there but I also see another hand in the freezer and I call this new information out to mom. I pick this hand up and notice it’s kind of falling apart, like one of the fingers is rotting off. I hold it away from me and rush outside using the side door, then I toss it into the neighbor’s yard and finally notice grandma is gone. I also notice someone is at the neighbor’s house and they saw me toss the hand. The rest of the dream is forgetful but I remember having to go fight in a life or death match and telling two kids that they will marry one day to eachother because I was scared of our family line dying out.

Bin

I walked inside a bus that lifted me through a tube where I was facing a computer screen. On the screen I saw jadegreen's username and became semi lucid.As I watched I heard him ask a online game admin if he could put a character into a bin and keep it there till later. He was told that he could and I watched as he did it. I than thought about how funny it was that I was dreaming of this. I also pondered what jade was really dreaming about for a sec. I than turned to look at the bus driver and asked to be brought down.

Sweet's Box

I was non lucid at first but I forgot most of what happened. I remember seeing a open door where a window was supposed to be. After a little boy walked inside I decided to go out and walk to the secret garden in the yard. But what I found was baby animals scattered throughout the floor.

I became semi lucid than knowing they were dream animals but I still felt obligated to help. I picked up newborn baby birds scattered onto the floor lightly and put them into a small box. I felt good when I finished but than suddenly the baby birds turned into tiny bird nails. "What? What happened?Ohh..That's right. It was a waste of time in the end since I wasn't really helping them". I left the box remembering a similar dream where I told myself not to be tricked next time.

Next thing I know I'm being told to follow a guy who I think is a dc character from a 3d game I made.Even though he is not. I follow him around till I get the idea to make the dream setting brighter instead of darker. I make a device appear on the ground and turn the switch changing the brightness, color and contrast. I stop messing with it when a guy's hair turns from blue to green. After that the guy I was following walks up to me and starts complaining about how I wasn't following him enough so I go with him to look at a building like structure made with wooden planks. Brown and yellow.

As I look at it and point out the big hole in it, I notice a shadow of the batman signal on the wooden plank. Than suddenly batman pops out of the shadow and superman flys out of no where towards him. They start wrestling each other and I remember spellbee's competition but I stay there watching until a mail man approaches me and tells me to move. I turn around and see a plank floating on the river than hop on it till I reach the other side. The mail man than places a box of sweets on the ground (doughnuts, cakes, cookies) than takes a woman's hand and says "Dream of Soup~" as he floats with her down the river. "Omg...I could do something else or I could eat this and not regret not eating it". I thought about it than just grabbed a fluffy strawberry doughnut and began eating it with a plastic fork. It was yummy but after taking a few bites I woke up.


Sing

I walked into a classroom thinking class was about to start but after talking to the teacher I became aware it was a dream but in my mind I was still supposed to be there.
After I saw Dawn enter I began singing a song for him and the class. However, mostly just for practice since I enjoy singing but have been feeling like I can't sing lately. I hit the high notes perfectly and when I stopped the class began to clap for me.
Dawn than walked up to me and changed the scene.We were in a unfamiliar house where I remembered I had no obligation to be in the class. After he hugged me I took note of his gray garments and how different they were from what he usually has on. Woke up after that.

Created Sunday 03 September 2017

Got a WILD to note, along with a fragment.

Scrap Group 1
Repeated instances of my playing Liberal Crime Squad. Most liberal collaborators were named after my team members in this season's LD competition. I'd the impression I was lucid at the time, or it could've been false memories of such.

20 minute WBTB, where I stretched and meditated. This turned into an hour and a half of insomnia. Still, I barely had enough patience to gain a WILD transition.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Competition - Day 2

WILD transition through hypnagogia. Soon, gameplay footage of a fighting game appeared. This for the most part was the original Marvel vs Capcom, save for a few notable alterations. For one, this had characters only available from its prequels/sequels such as Iron-Man, Magneto, and Doctor Doom, all of whom were present on screen at one point or another. Likewise, there was some unfamiliar industrial stage background. Remembering the TOTM's, I take control via manipulating an invisible arcade stick, where I used Magneto in a fight against Iron-Man. The inputs were spot on, exacting actually, down to all the flailing and gaps whenever I messed up my Rom Combo attempts. I later hijacked control of Iron-Man, though at best, all I could do were basic diagonal air-dash block/combo strings. Heh, guess I'm kinda rusty.

Once I had enough, I rubbed my hands to keep stability and shook my head to remove the image. Found I was still in bed. I floated myself upright above the mattress, then tried phasing through the nearest wall. But upon contact, the dream destabilized, and I woke up.

Another WBTB ad WILD attempt, with no results.

Spoiler for Media References:

Basic Rom Combo in action.

-1(L)-I drove the car down the wrong road after a wrong turn. I wanted to turn around at the earliest opportunity. However, the brake pedal was stiff as it was when the car was off, and it didn't work. I became slightly lucid and forcefully turned the car around. No problem. I continued on back to the correct road. After a few moments of considering whether to continue in the car or not, I chose to stop and maximize lucidity. I made the car instantly blink out of existence, leaving me on the road. I started the Procedure, and stabilized at the same time by looking at everything including the sun, but I woke up. (did not check for a FA)
Time: 20-30 seconds
-2-I was frustrated with the OS of a PC I was using, as nothing was very clear. I tried to play a space combat game, but I don't remember playing it.
-3-I had gone to a family camp, where I saw relatives. I had to accomplish something here. I don't remember what. Later, I noticed a big hole in the ground filled with water and boulders. (Dimensions of the hole: 6ft-w / 6ft-l / 3ft-h) I kicked a small piece of wood in a small area with a bare foot. The wood hit a current and was forcefully ejected underground and out of sight. Same thing happened with another piece at a different location. I wasn't about to stick my foot in one.

It's been 3/4 of a year since I stopped lucid dreaming, lately I've been making an effort to take it up since I can fit it into my life again. I've made no real attempts, just meditating and going to sleep earlier... But last night I got home late and had one heck of an experience.

Dream - I Died
I'm in a museum with someone else (a friend I think), it's no where I know IRL. I look up and see a huge dome shaped skylight and on either side of the room there are stairs spiraling up. Me and my friend move on to another room where there's a lot of clockwork items behind glass display cases. I look around a bit and see that they're really varied in purposes, I thought at first they were actual clocks but begin to see that they're actually ancient and steam-punk.

(gap in dream/memory)

I'm at my friends place in their living room, it's a small flat with simple furniture but the place has a lot of character (dark goth art and melted candles, looks like a witch's coven). My friend and his gf who live there together have gone somewhere and I'm sitting on the sofa, it's dark and wet outside. The front door bursts open and my friends GF's dad walks in and sees me - he thinks I'm a burglar. (IRL I know he's a gang member and he's the standard 'big dude with a motorbike and leather jacket' type). He's instantly mad and rushes up to me and pulls out a gun - I panic and put my hands up saying "No don't shoot I'm Daniels friend!" but he doesn't hear me. He just screams "What the F*** are you doing here and who the f*** are you!", but he doesn't wait for a reply - his gun fires and shudders my ears. I feel the hole it ripped in my chest, and the blood spilling from it. I'm breathless and in shock, I knew I was going to die. I wake up but I still feel like I'm dying, the memory of being shot was so vivid that I was confused about where I was - am I in hospital? No.. I'm okay. I had to physically check my chest was okay since it seemed so real, I think this is the 3rd death-by-gunshot dream I've had and it's the most vivid one too.

Last night was one of the worst nightmares I've had in a while. Bad sleep time too.I had anxiety and that's why it happened but I got through the night and like others, I'm stronger because of it.

Dream 1

I was with a girl in a room who was half demon and had blue circular paint orbs in a box to add to her art. I felt if I used it with her I could make her not hate me and it worked but than a clone of her who looked like a demonic anime girl In a sailor suit appeared and tried scaring me. I blew the clone away with my mind power into another room.

Afterwards I somehow ended up watching a scene that formed of a girl who was using a machine and got her fingers sliced off. The scene than shifted to a older lady who was talking to her husband as she turned a machine, unknowingly having her other hand being pulled into the machine."Stop talking to your husband and pay attention!"I thought while regretting to watch the live footage. But her hand ended up being pulled into the machine and stabbed.Lastly, a woman with her two year old child was on a ride where she would fall into a wooden curved area like a slide. But as she slid with her child on the floaty thing spikes shot up and she and her child were impaled."Who would put this on t.v. and just keep recording!?"I shouted cringing from what I saw.

Next thing I recall is that I'm 6 and sitting next to a guy who is my uncle and his wife. He is half demon so I try not to mess with him but I end up taking a bite of his weirdly house shaped chicken meal.I hope he's okay with it and ask him if he likes me by his side. He paused while smirking than said "uh no"than laughed. Feeling like that was a death sentence I asked if he liked me more than the shadow guy and who he wanted on his side. He said the shadow guy so I ran to the other room scared I was going to be wiped out.

I became aware than that it was a dream as he moved in closer and that he couldn't be my uncle, so I flew through the bathroom curtain and tried going through the wall but it disappeared. "Look at that chicken. Did you see her face"I heard him say to the small shadow guy jokingly.I wanted to fly back but instead tried imagining kunai bombs falling behind me as I flew to the window near the door. They didn't show up though and I woke up after that.

Dream 2
Something non lucid I can't recall occurred than...
From within a black car I was watching a girl who looked like a blond girl who use to work for Disney channel. She was helping her grandma into the building as I observed her and thought about how jealous I was that she had my fav hair style. She than came closer and took out a black plastic knife."Mom,lock the door, drive away now fast" I told my mom than held the car door shut as my mom moved slowly." The girl tried opening it so I shouted "Hurry up!!". My mom than drove faster but she held on so my mom turned the car smashing the side to a wall of grass where she tried crushing the girl repeatedly."No!Mom....You didn't have to crush her. It'd be better to treat the dream character with kindness than violence. I don't want her coming back". My mom acknowledged my decision but I woke up after that.

I found the perfect pic~

Created Saturday 02 September 2017

I've two DILDs to note, along with a few fragments.

Scrap Group 1
False awakening at home. I look out the bedroom door, only to find intruders sneaking about. An interface similar to Liberal Crime Squad pops up, and notes the actions those scoundrels were taking.

Browsing in the Dreamviews forums. To my surprise, I find the LD Competition required a mandatory LD each day. Failure to do as such would result in disqualification.

15 WBTB and WILD initiation.

Dream 1 - Mundane Destruction

The visuals were clear. I was in a hotel suite with family. Later at night, I go out for a stroll, walking down a shopping district. I kept on the median bar for some reason, which almost cost me when I was meters away from getting in an accident during an ongoing police chase.

Minutes later, and the sun was already up. I soon found myself within a mall, where I stop at a McDonald's for a burger and small fries totaling $6. The restaurant was a bit packed, so I took my meal to the food court, its rows of joined tables and benches making the place appear more as a school cafeteria. Then, for no reason whatsoever, I suddenly become aware of the dream.

I set out to complete some competition tasks. Unfortunately, false memories lead me to doing anything but. Anyway, this faux-task involved conjuring Beerus, the God of Destruction from Dragon Ball Super, whom I would join in a fight against another universe's gods and warriors. By just visualizing so, the image of said deity appeared before me, though it took a minute of concentration and active interaction with him to get a complete manifestation. Throughout that time, I explained my reasons for having him there. Beerus thought the whole thing outrageous, yet was humored enough to go along.

Next was summoning the offworlders. I looked to a wall, from which a portal unconsciously appeared. Out steps Sidra, the God of Destruction of Universe 9. After some arrangements, the two immediately blasted off far away into combat. Meanwhile I was left to look for my opponent, who was said to be very close by. I look under a table, when a red-furred dogman suddenly jumped out and attacked. Well, given the source material, our ensuing battle was rather mundane, lots of circling and probing, little to no flashy maneuvers.

This laster for about a minute before the dream collapsed.

Scrap Group 2
Dream where I was a floating disembodied head. I'd false lucidity throughout much of this.

30 min WBTB to write notes, then another WILD attempt.

Watching a documentary on fish. I'm warped in the middle of a stormy ocean, where I'm almost eaten by a newly discovered species of giant toothless sharks. This might have linked to the dream below.

Dream 2 - Duo-Layered Fish Chess Match

Scene 1 - D&D - Tower of Doom - Rotoscoped Edition
The visuals were clear. I was playing a run of D&D - Tower of Doom via unknown hardware along with my brother Lawrence. We used the Elf and the Cleric, though I can't say who was who. Much of the session took place in an evil-lord's mansion, a complete fabrication from the dream. Further oddities occurred after clearing the game, where the Elf switched to being the Cleric and back at random moments. What's more, digitized sprites in the characters' likeness took their place at times. Maybe some leftover content from development, I thought, perhaps things that were actually rotoscoped?

Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - "Not. Now. Dreaming."
The visuals were dimmer. I was in the lobby of my home at nighttime. I go to my bedroom, where Lawrence and my nephew Jarred were watching something on the computer. My nephew tries hiding and then jumping out to scare me. It obviously wouldn't have rattled me, that is, had I not noticed his eyes were completely white. I then noted some electronic device in his hand. Figured he merely used that to play visual tricks on me.

I felt tired, so I went to bed then and there. As I fell to "sleep", a dream began forming immediately, of which I was wandering out of a tunnel's opening. Such rapid progress let me immediately realize the dream.

Things destabilized. When I come to, I, through half-opened eyes, see I was now in a completely different bedroom. Brenden and his sister were stopping by, and Lawrence remained as well. There was a conversation about an SNES Mario game, and Brenden wanted my opinion on such. I completely ignored that matter, and "slept" again. But as another dream formed, the others continually pestered me for input. With difficulty, I managed to speak out to that "outer dream layer".

"Not. Now. Dreaming."

Instead of silence, I was bombarded with further questions. Complete disregard it was, then.

Seconds later, I finally had (another) dream body to work with. Did some quick hand rubbing to stabilize, from which a vivid scene then formed. I found myself outside in picturesque grassy hills during a sunny clear day. Exhilaration caused me to devolve into base desires. I looked around for an erotic sight, when a shockwave ripped through the ground. I flew towards the origin, but only found some farmers working a plot. And then, giant flatfish appeared out of nowhere, swimming in mid-air carelessly. I followed one to a higher incline, where windmills and a few trees were about. Strange rippling melded these shapes into different forms and perspectives, before creature and structures alike simply vanished.

Further on was another steep, vast hill. At the top were even more enormous and peculiar figures: monumental ches spieces lined side by side (with the distinct exclusion of pawns). And atop these were an assortment of figures to the piece's likeness, a red-robed king on the king's piece, a queen dressed in blue on the queen piece, an armored and mounted knight on the knight piece, and so on. Those of royalty were seated on bronze thrones, while the rest stood at ready.

Just then, a barrage of rocks and large arrows rained in from my sides. I look around, and see the rooks were responsible, these depicted as siege engines and their engineers. I dodged their attack unscathed, somehow. As they readied another volley, I charged heedlessly towards the monarchs. I soon noticed that voices from the "outer layer" were drowning out audio in this sequence. Some self-made sound-effects and music from that above mentioned D&D game quickly allowed me to fix that problem.

Sadly, the dream deteriorated and collapsed before I could get even.

Spoiler for Media References:

Beerus:


Sidra:


Basil (the previously unnamed dogman noted above):


D&D - Tower of Doom Gameplay Image:

-1(L)-I became lucid somewhere. I did the Procedure, spent minimal stabilization time, did the procedure again, and did some more minimal stabilization. The dominating color of the scene was a dull purple. I got to Layer 3, and that’s all I remember.
Time: 7-11 minutes
-2-I had to hide in my old house under some cardboard and random clothes/blankets from someone else for some reason. In the same scene, I avoided buying something from a seller that didn’t deliver the first time during this nerfed-post-apocalyptic time.
[New Scene]
The scene was a sunny waterfront with a small plaza and an oddly-shaped, polygonal building. I asked a working man on the plaza where some food was. He said something like,
“4 steps to the right, 5 to the back, and it’s on the left.”
Sure enough, I found corndogs in a fridge at the location he gave. It was around the back of the building.

Morning of September 2, 2017. Saturday.



I find a cigarette lighter, which is something I do not have or use in real life. (In real life, however, the other day, Zsuzsanna had found that a thoughtless unknown person had put or dropped one in her baby pram with no direct indication that they had.)

The lighter makes sparks when I test it at first, but eventually, an upwards stream of water comes out, sometimes flowing out in a long-reaching arc. I have fun for a time in watching the water flow out. It is not logical though, as much more water comes out than could possibly fit inside the lighter.

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Water is my most common analogical representation of entering sleep as dream state initiation. It has remained inherent (on a day to day basis since early childhood) to the nature and biology of sleep (from the unconscious association with having slept in the waters of the womb during the first months of existence but it also has a real-time correlation with the glymphatic system) and is why the sound of water is used on virtually endless relaxation and dream induction recordings. It is otherwise typically unrelated to waking life other than biologically. (For example, a dream of a flood could relate to physical over-tiredness or sleeping at the wrong time, though I often dream of floods in a positive context.)

This dream is also related to reinduction, especially as fire otherwise represents growing neural activity and a waking prompt, thus being semi-lucid, I am deliberately trying to sustain the dream state with a form of dream state alchemy in manipulating water (manipulating sleep dynamics).

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