non-lucid

I'm in a cave. It's a tight fit and I'm searching for all the pieces to a puzzle. I see tons of pieces scattered all over the cave floor and I start to gather them. Suddenly I hear noises and look up towards the entrance. I see a group of dinosaur-like monsters. They are huge and they can talk. I back up further into the cave and try to hide behind a column of rock. They pass by slowly and I hear them talking about finding the puzzle pieces as well. Before they can all pass one of them sees me and immediately comes after me. I take off running. I make it to the edge of a cliff. There's a waterfall and huge river. I turn back around and the group of monsters is close to me. One by one they throw themselves at me. I'm scared but each time they come at me I reach out my hand and they are defeated. They either disappear or become an inanimate object. And each time it happens I become more and more confident by my hidden power. Once I defeat them all, I look at the river and notice a boy in a spider-man mask floating closer to me. He's about to go over the waterfall. I jump into the water and catch him. He has a giant floating device stuck to his feet that's keeping him from standing upright. So i grab his waist and take off the device. I notice it's also attached to his pants so I take those off as well which leaves him completely naked from the waist down. He stands up and I take off the mask. He smiles at me and thanks me. I smile back and place my hand on his lower back. He's taller than me. He has dark skin and wavy black hair. He's maybe 15 or sixteen. I stare at him and I know that he is mine and that I'm meant to protect him and love him. He's precious to me somehow. I wrap my arms around his waist and hold him tightly.

I'm walking around a school campus. It's palms. I'm late and walking towards a portable classroom with a group of people. I pass by a statue of scooby-doo. I stop in front of a ramp and there's a group of kids blocking the entrance. I shove my way in. When I enter I say "Excuse me" and the teacher, a male, looks up and tells me I needn't be so polite. I smile and ask him if he can help me. He starts looking for my seat but I tell him I'm not in his class. I ask him if he thinks that the office will print me a new schedule since I accidentally left my backpack as home. He smiles and says that shouldn't be a problem. I smile back and thank him. I turn to leave and notice that the door is block again by students. I walk to the door and the kids are swarmed around another student. He's popular and a group of girls are the ones blocking me so that they can stare at him. I get annoyed and shoe them out of the way. As I'm walking down the ramp and about to leave, the girls come up behind me and try to pick a fight. I turn around and a girl hands me a gun. I smile at it because I know its the good one. Shes holding two more but they aren't the best ones. Then the teacher comes out and acts surprised that the girl let me have the good one. I smile and say it's because she trusts me. I then hand the gun back to the girl and walk away.

Morning of September 7, 2017. Thursday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and I are in bed in the same orientation as in reality. However, our implied bedroom is unfamiliar and mostly featureless. We are still trying to get more sleep but there is a bug present on the wall to our right (though not really a threat).

Over time, there are more bugs seen. At one point, there is a large mosquito and a spider on the ceiling directly above us. The spider and mosquito are after each other, but I am not sure which one ends up defeating the other. A large cockroach also falls from the ceiling to the floor to our left at one point, making an audible “splat”. A large garden spider remains in a web a bit farther to my right, on the ceiling.

After more time passes, there are vaguely humorous associations with this situation. Eventually, I look to my left, past Zsuzsanna, and see a large frog of unusual appearance. Its head seems slightly oversized. It sits on the upper shelf of some sort of small white side table, facing outwards.

There is slight amusement growing in this scene of a frog, as it is much bigger than the bugs that had caused a concern about being able to sleep comfortably.

Looking up and past where my head was, beyond the head of our bed, I see a dark room I did not know was there. I soon notice a baby gorilla looking back at me. To its left, I then see an adult gorilla. I am also aware of the presence of an unknown male who is in the room beyond the left side of our bed, though which I do not see as an imposer (though of whom is this dream’s personified preconscious).

Although the gorilla is large, I am not really afraid of it. I do not even consider the situation as being very unusual. Instead, I ask the unknown male if it needs some water, and the answer is yes. I get out of bed and attach a small white hose (similar to our bathtub hose) to a pipe and direct water into a large square silver container (probably about two and a half feet square). At first, I thought the container was empty, but as I direct water into it from a distance of about four feet, it seems it was at least half full. The room seems mostly clean but featureless other than the adult and young gorilla and the water container.

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This dream is very amusing as a comedic sequential augmentation of the waking transition, similar to other dreams where the waking precursor becomes larger and more dominant over time to get my dream self’s attention to generate enough of an emotional reaction and neural energy to initiate waking (which is a primary function of dreams which, bizarrely, most people do not even realize at all). It combines aspects from a number of past dreams, most specifically my recent dream “Plumbing Troubles in a Three-Tiered Miniature Zoo” (from August 26th), where I was unable to resolve the water flow though which I did with this dream. Although water induction remains a very common form of dream state initiation (which might mean that this dream is an attempt at subliminal reinduction), I think there may be more of a biological factor in this case in needing to wake up and rehydrate. Bugs, especially cockroaches, typically relate to biological factors in removing cellular waste - though sometimes even a virus, general cleaning of which is mainly believed to be related to the glymphatic system, which increases fluids in the brain when sleeping.

The presence of a frog is a residual factor of water induction (as it is associated as a water denizen but which also spends time on land). Its appearance and general dynamics (depending on the dream) is relative to a specific level of consciousness and also marks the waking transition (more as a circadian rhythms factor) due to a tadpole being associated with the basis (or origin) of the dream state when I was very young, thus tadpole to frog (as well as caterpillar to butterfly) is a sequential waking cycle analogy, marking the same general level of consciousness as a cash register often would (relating to “checking out” of the dream state, and in fact, my dreams have taught me this by combined symbolism many times over the years).

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Created Wednesday 06 September 2017

Many items to note, including a series of DILDs during early REM. Unfortunately, they're mostly just fragments at this point.

Scrap Group 1
A series of early-REM dreams that I vaguely remembered being repeated instances of each other. I'd awareness at various points. In one such case, I discovered that a spy, some red-haired woman in an office dress, was leaking false, scandalous information on my character. I caught her in the act, and coerced her into both cancelling the operation and fleeing.

False awakening in bed. I was drenched in sweat. Woke up minutes later dry as a bone.

At home. My niece, Valentina, shows me a baby doll with an eerily lifelike face
and movable joints.

In the backyard of an unknown home. I was cleaning things up along with mom and my younger brother, Trent. At one point, my brother, goes off to feed the cat. I turned away for seconds, only to find the animal had not only died, but was well into the process of decomposing. Didn't concern me one bit. However, seeing Trent and mom so non-chalant of their pet's demise was so.

At an arcade at night.

Something of digging a rock tunnel into a brightly lit tower.

Vague memories of being in a video game world.

At home. I walk downstairs, only to find a large gathering of unexpected guests, each Flora's (my sister's) friends. Very embarrassing, as I was still in my underwear.

At a beach at night. Rough waves kept me from getting too far into the water.

At a hotel room with many family and extended family members. There was a small party ongoing, though I was too tired to participate. Indeed, I was so exhausted, I just slept on floor of the nearest open space. My uncle Sylvester didn't appreciate that, and so he tells Valentina to wake me up. My niece kisses me on the forehead, to which I instantly woke up IRL.

5 Sep 2017, Lucid. (2h Nap). Starting to realize that napping is where I get most of my vivid recollections, and this seems to be working.

"Oh hey I'm dreaming". Became lucid in a (forest?), tried not to wake up by not controlling anything and letting the dream take control, began slipping from dream and woke up.

I was at an outdoor college course room? Sitting on side and eating, feeling privileged cause; I didn't give a shit. They were doing room inspections or something I was indoors siting down, annotating that the Russian buildings were the only one that simulated with nothing but blacked out rooms with red lights, then everyone evacuated and I had to leave my gym bag. "Judges" outside and we were waiting, talking crap and I turned around and admired the painting behind us. It was very detailed. Specifics I don't remember much.

Ended up at restaurant, challenge to eat everything.

Race track tried to drive up vertical slope but construction van couldn't so I saved them.

After moving back to college for fall semester, for some reason my allergies started going haywire. I don't know if my new medication plan is helping; it seems to be exacerbating the problem. So, I haven't had high quality dreams because I've been too busy trying to breathe :/

I did recall one dream from last night, that someone had turned on the heater. I woke up and felt super hot even though the AC was on so I went ahead and turned on my fan. I slept better last night than the one before, probably because I took a decongestant.

Morning of September 6, 2017. Wednesday.



I am with my wife Zsuzsanna as we are living in our present home as it is now. Our landlord, whom we have rarely ever seen in real life, somehow managed to have had his grayish blue pickup truck parked in our lounge room (yet there was no backstory to how this could have happened). It faces east, oriented left to right when looking towards our front door. My dream self does not consider the impossibility of this situation. I am somewhat annoyed. Apparently our landlord had parked it here to work on for a time, to fully repair it.

In the bed of the pickup truck are a number of small parts. There is also a blue tarpaulin covering the bed. I make a sarcastic comment that our landlord will probably take months to fix up his pickup truck. (This is based on the real-life association of how he takes a year or more to fix up houses he owns.) I am not really looking forward to our landlord spending so much time in our lounge room working on his pickup truck over the coming months.

Meanwhile, I had been looking at a dream-related website that I had posted on in real life (though not as often as my main sites). I look over the posts I had made one by one, though at times, it is more as if I am looking at entries in an actual dream journal of the style of when I was a teenager. Still, there is a heart symbol indicating how many people had liked a dream post. I clearly notice that the number 45 appears to the left of one red heart symbol. (This is in error, as the heart symbol on the website in real life is blue. However, the heart symbol on another site, tumblr, becomes red when clicking on it.) It surprises me that 45 people took the time to click to “like”, especially as the majority of people, as to be expected, seem to have no interest in my personal truths regarding over fifty years of dream study and personal validation. I also notice other numbers such as 23 (for older posts). The numbers seem to increase with later posts.

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The pickup truck in my dream was validated in very early childhood to have two primary meanings, though which is more of a synthesis of parallel symbolism. One, a pickup truck has a “bed”, and is thus a distorted dream state indicator. In this case, there is even a tarpaulin over the bed, which represents a blanket on a bed (and being in the dream state). More so, the pickup truck is in our lounge room, where I have sometimes fallen asleep in the same area (while watching television), though with my head westerly, not easterly as with the front of the pickup truck - though I suspect this relates to my general dislike of commercial television. Two, a vehicle as such (including cars, boats, and airplanes), in addition to being related to a distortion of a bed after entering sleep, is also directly analogous to the human body. The truck is parked, relating to the fact that I am in a certain level of consciousness, that is, not yet in the waking transition. The repair work associated with the personified preconscious (in this case, our landlord) relates to the preconscious as a biological necessity which assists in both waking as well as linking to other levels of the mind for cellular repair. There have been numerous dreams since childhood with this same basic symbolism, though rendered uniquely each time. There is no intelligent reason to pretend the truck is something else other than the parallel symbolism of my physical body, and my body as it is in bed, especially as it is indoors in our house (not on a street outside) and a direct factor of the preconscious. Despite me being typically annoyed by the preconscious and its imposition into the environments of my dreams, it is a biological necessity. It ultimately has nothing to do with waking life personas in this case.

Additionally, consider the heart symbol. This relates to the physical body as well; the human heart. The number I notice is 45, which I assume is an age reference, especially as the numbers are seen to increment over time. It may relate to a particular instance when I was 45 in contrast to how my heart is now, though I have not looked fully into it yet.

Of course, the last, but not least, obvious dream state indicator is the dream-related website. Still, this did not trigger full lucidity, mainly due to having used the site in real life. Computer technology as somehow rendered into paper and notebooks is a commonly recurring feature, likely a carryover from having kept dream journals from early childhood on, long before computer technology was viable for storing dream data.

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2017, 09-05

Meeting With Metallica

I am at my old school campus. This is the ITT Tech building, but I know that school closed up. The building is not being used as a school right now. There something else going on. I think I have won a contest maybe, and I am here to collect my prize. There are a lot of people at the school, we are all going between rooms as if on a tour. There are various things set up in each room. Some of them have food available, and others have music displays. In one of the rooms I pick up piece of chocolate pie. The feeling is thick enough that I can just pick it up with my hand. I do that. There is regular crust, chocolate filling, and chocolate slivers on top. It is tasty.

In another one of the room is the main prize. The band Metallica is there. I have won a meeting with them. This is really cool. I meet with the band and we chat for a while about different music that we like. They said something about a new album coming out soon. I can't wait for it. Then the band presents me with a surprise part of the prize. It is a custom made guitar. It doesn't look quite like most of the others I see, but it looks really cool. All of the band members signed the guitar. That is so cool. I can't tell them enough how much I like it.

I see now I will have to get to guitar lessons to learn how to play it. I get my first lesson ever from Kirk Hammett. That is so awesome! They only have time to show me some basics, but it is still awesome. I start practicing what they showed me right away. This guitar is so cool that it even makes me sound good. I go outside the school. I guess my mother brought me, because she is out there. She wants to see the guitar. I said this has been so awesome. We are getting ready to head home, but I wake up.

Tower on Fire

I am in an apartment. I have the feeling it is my apartment, even though I don't live in an apartment in my waking life. I also have the feeling I just moved in recently. I am still trying to get things organized where I want them. I am getting it set up pretty well. It is night time out, but I see a strange light through the window. I go over to the window and look out. I have a nice patio area outside. I am on one of the upper floors, though I'm not sure which floor. But it is close to the top of the building. As I look outside, I see that there is a building on fire. It looks like the building across the street is on fire.

I should call the fire department, but for some reason I go outside instead. It is when I get outside that I realize it is actually another part of my own building on fire. I look down off of my patio at the building below me. I see that is on fire, too. My first reaction is to be annoyed that my apartment and my stuff will get destroyed this soon after moving in. Then I think about my kitties. I am worried that I may not be able to get my kitties out in time. I am not sure what to do. First thing, I need to call the fire department. But instead I am looking for my kitties. I have lots of kitties. I find one of them sitting on the couch. This one is a silver tabby cat. I pick up the kitty and pet her as she purrs. I am wondering where the others are, I don’t have much time to find them. But I wake up at this point.

For some reason I'm playing Pyramid Cave with Knuckles on my Wii (With a GameCube controller). The stage is essentially a large halo around two bottomless pits. One in the center and one surrounding the outer perimeter of the ring.

I'm gliding around the stage, and this one gust of wind keeps knocking me into the bottomless pit as I attempt to speedrun the stage. I eventually get fed up and hop into a yellow toilet with Knuckles still being in control.

The perspective then changes to first person as I (In my dumb, dreamy state) am holding a GameCube controller in my hand; now controlling Gamma from Sonic Adventure. I'm in a yellow, empty sewage pipe and I'm walking from one side to the other.

After reaching a dead end, I then decide to turn back where I came from. An air of uneasyness bestows upon me as I look around every corner, as if I was imagining something was gonna jump out and scare me. Gamma disappeared at that point and I was there, alone, in the sewer pipe.

I make it to the end of the pipe (Where for some reason there is a broken down toilet inside a stall and an unused sink next to it.

My mom and her 'friend' (Who didn't exist in real life but was just a DC) then open a door. I then breathe a sigh of relief. They start talking to me about something, but I go back out through the door, where the dream then ended.


Notes

1. I seemed to have a dreamlike acknowledgement of the dreamscape. As I feared something would pop out at me because it was a dream and all part of my imagination.

2. The color yellow was very much prevalent in the dream. Everything in the sewer was yellow, except for the one puddle of water I stepped in.

I decided to take a nap since I was still tired and managed to get semi lucid. Even though it was...very short.


I was looking at the bed thinking about falling asleep when I noticed a roach on the bed. It made me think of how my dad was talking about bed bugs the other day which scared me into believing it could possibly be a bedbug. (Even though we dont have any) Unsure of how to kill it I slowly put my hand next to it but it didn't move. I than tried shooing it away more aggressively but the bug did not move an inch. That's when I though "Okay, is this bug just not scared or is it not real and i'm dreaming?". That's when I decided to try and see if I could get the sensation of my feet moving from WL as a reality check. I felt some dirt get on my feet as I experimented than noticed my feet was becoming see through."Yeah, im dreaming. But is my feet moving in WL?"I thought. I than woke up to hear my dad calling me. I also realized my memory of my sleep position wasnt correct since I was sleeping on the opposite side.

September 5th
2am-6am-10am
1. Old home, drag guy along so I can see a remodeled part of the neighborhood. Once I get there I get a frightening feeling and start to shake as though I remember something, wake up.
2. In current home and guy comes in saying he wants everything in here, so all have to go but I grab a plastic bag and stuff tons of makeup kits, jewelry stuff and others in it. Something about taking care of a baby, jumping onto a ship. Getting caught between fire and going with a lady to hide.

I was in elementary school again. My class was taking an exam. The exam had a weird perk where you had to submit the test within a composition notebook. I didn't have a notebook with me. So in the dream, I thought that maybe I would have one in my locker. I go to my locker and enter the combination that I somehow knew: 65 45 11.

Two significant things about that combination:

1) Master locks only go up to 39. There can be no 65 or 45 in a combination. Yet in the dream world, the lock had those numbers while still maintaining a normal sized dial.

2) That combination. I had written it down in my dream journal a while back. I had made it up. For it to just appear in my dream and be of use is very intriguing since I am in the business of trying to master dream incubation.

The locker opens and I have two composition notebooks inside, one blue; one black. I recognize these immediately yet I am not lucid at any point in the dream. The black one is my regular daily journal tracking my fitness and meditation practices. The blue journal is my physical dream journal in supplement to this on DV. I think to myself that I am not giving the teacher my blue journal because it has some embarrassing dreams in it, so I give her the black one.

That's all I remember.

Rant time.

Why is it that I dream about everything except the one thing I incubate to be dreamed about. My hypothesis is that my mind does NOT understand what a dream is exactly. It only understands real life and tries to replicate that. Perhaps why I can dream about Donald Trump with no incubation required mostly because I was reading articles about him the previous day. Yet, trying to summon a specific dream character after 2 hours of visualization exercises seems nigh impossible.

My second hypothesis is that I can and will ONLY dream about persons,places and things that I somehow have a waking-life interaction/attachment with. So elementary school mostly. But why elementary school? Why not middle school? Why not high school or more recently college?

If we dream about things we have a strong emotional attachment to, why not dream constantly about high school; a time of great emotional distress for me?

Dream 1

I was viewing the park as my view panned. Someone next to me pointed out how many people were present to have picnics as I watched.When I woke up I realized I was dreaming for what seemed a short amount of time.

Dream 2

I was living with another family and trying to help a girl who was trying to figure something out about herself. Near the end we started talking about languages and for some reason I wanted to bring up the indian language even though I know nothing about it.

Fragment: I was running a lucid dreaming podcast. I had been offered a sponsorship to sell something called lucidi-tea, but I didn't want my subscribers to think I was a sellout.

NLD 1: I was third person watching a dream-movie. It was about a little girl who moved with her parents to a spinach farm in germany after world war II. The farm was originally owned by a very kindly old man that the girl had known since childhood. The farm was built in a breathtakingly beautiful mountain valley. The old man said that there was a secret room in the old barn where he kept these magical creatures, and that he wanted the little girl to watch over them while her parents took care of the farm. [they had a name but I forget what it was]

The girl went into the barn and there were about a dozen or so of these living-teddy-bear like creatures that stood about two feet tall. They could talk (in an extremely ear-grating high pitched tone) and walk around. Each one had a distinct personality. When she walked in most of them started saying they were hungry and that the girl should feed them. But one of the creatures managed to trick her into spilling a huge bag of food pellets into their pen. The girl was called in for bed before she could clean up the mess.

This led all of the creatures eating way more than they should have, and when she returned the next morning they were all lying around with distended stomachs and complaining of stomachaches. The girl got upset because she felt she was failing her responsibility though I remarked to myself something about dumb story contrivances.

The scene changed to an evil cartoon rat sneaking around in a pipe under the barn. He said something about leftover weapons from WWII that he could use to wipe out the magical creatures once and for all.

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I did a WBTB

NLD 2/Lucid:I landed in a generic high school dream. I was in a math class. Some false memories about how I was a senior in college yet had to take remedial highschool classes. *shakes fist at false memories* The teacher was talking about class periods then allowed us to go to our next classes.

I remember the teacher had some kind of action figures on her desk and I started playing with them but I managed to break one. I felt bad, but didn't confess that I had broken it. I vowed to sneak it home, hot glue it back together and sneak it back into her room without her knowing.

I was heading outside back to my car when I realized I was barefoot on one foot and couldn't find my other shoe. I spent several minutes searching the school before finding a mismatched shoe in a locker. I also saw an old bully from middle school but didn't have an interaction with him.

When I got outside it was snowing and the middle of winter. I headed outside to my car only to find it up in a tree; presumably because I wasn't registered with a parking sticker. A teacher came running outside; a different one than before and told me I had a project due at 4:00 and it was 3:56 right now.

I looked around at the environment and saw my one shoe was missing again. I saw the first teacher as well as the bully approaching me. I got confused at the location of my car because it was now sawed in half. Lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. The moment it did I was struck with extreme frustration and shouted "That's enough! You've gone too far". When I did a white energy bubble expanded out all around me, similar to the ones I've conjured with my stabilization command, turning the two teachers and the bully character into dust.

It melted the snow and cleared the clouds within it. However the bubble seemed to lose momentum and eventually began to contract back inward. I attempted to remove the bubble to stop it from contracting and it burst with a horrendous screeching sound, a bright flash. The bubble contracted in to a point directly below my feet, then blast out to a shockwave with a gong like sound that shook the entire dream.

The effect was insanely cool. It has replaced the snowy and drab dream with a lively meadow, replacing the cars, parking lot and part of the school, cutting off at an abrupt boundary about 50 meters around me in every direction, slicing cars and the school building cleanly off where the border of the bubble had been the moment I had removed it. Looking to the sky I saw a permanent hole in the clouds where the sun beamed down.

I began hovering above the ground. I saw one dream character who had been within the bubble yet not affected. I recognized him as a character from an RP I had done awhile ago. I turned to him and said "Hey". He looked at me, obviously awe-struck at what had just happened. He just responded with a half-hearted "Hey" in return. I looked around and saw dream characters within the school looking out at the boundary between the two dreams, amazed that half the room they had been standing in had vanished.

I noticed the dream began to break down. I figured I had essentially broken the dream with whatever I had done/tried to do, with the dreamworld lodged in a state of partial transformation between one scene and another. Glitches and cracks began to appear everywhere. I saw a car repeatedly copy itself with each copy appearing slightly higher than the last, forming an unendingly high stack of red automobiles. I saw a dream character near the border truncate and his head expanded to 10 times the normal size, while another began to flail wildly through the air screaming.

I looked to the sky and saw the sun was replaced with a galaxy spinning rapidly. I looked down and saw the same galaxy translucently through the ground. I thought the dream would end but I looked at the galaxy for a minute and all other scenery faded. Eventually I did wake up, but it took a very long time.

I watched a very VERY 90s video that came out in 1999. Don’t remember what was in it. Later, I was in a familiar place on a scooter. It was the top of a hill, so I coasted down while applying brakes. At the bottom, I kept my balance and didn’t fall into the water. I still got a little wet, almost damaging my phone. Other than that, it was a fairly forgettable night.