non-lucid

Morning of August 4, 2017. Friday.



In my dream, I am apparently living in the middle apartment of the east side of the second floor of the King Street boarding house, an impressive mansion that was part of a tour, but not that great on the inside.

Still, it seems that an unfamiliar male has taken residence in this apartment. I am not fully sure of what the situation is, though I do know that I am a vampire. That is, I am a pretend vampire for a time, and I am using some sort of technology to exist as such. The technology is apparently unseen by the “real” world I live in. (It is of a lifelong recurring theme of using invisible technology that exists in another dimension to bring about whatever is to occur in my dream, though which I usually incorrectly see as being my real world.)

I show this male and a couple of his visitors how I have fangs and how I can levitate. There is an unknown male with me, though I eventually assume that he is my friend Eddie. We both seem to be about twenty-five years old. Eddie cannot seem to decide if he looks the most like Christian Slater or Stephen Geoffreys and consequently acts like both in an overacting vampire pretense. He seems amused by our act but eventually does not say much other than agree with my own pretense, which is more serious. We are wearing cloaks and are ready to fly through the night sky of La Crosse.

Time seems to have passed and I am now seemingly on my own, flying in an unknown region, seemingly late at night.

I see the preconscious below, walking along with an unknown friend, an unfamiliar male of about the same age. I decide to fly down and see what is going on.

The preconscious, an unknown male of perhaps thirty or more, seems happy to see me, but he tells me that my flight did not look as if I had been flying regularly. I do not get angry, as I know it is an illusion anyway, though which he does not perceive as such. His friend wants to see my fangs, and I will them to grow out.

He has a gift for me. It is supposedly my favorite food; a bunch of “stone grapes”, from a supposedly very rare plant, which looks like a normal bunch of grapes other than being thorny and more woody and having no discernible grapes on it, only small seed-like features that are very crunchy. I put it up to my mouth and eat the entire bunch, feeling my teeth gnaw through it, but I do not taste anything other than a slight tree-bark flavor. I know that no human being could eat this, but it is apparently a very thoughtful gift and I thank him. Still, I know that this hidden technology of mine (which is phased within another dimension, only operable by me) only makes it look like it has gone past my teeth and into the back of my mouth to swallow. He does not realize this. He does not know that it phases out of existence once it goes past my teeth. There is no way I could have actually eaten anything like this anyway, but I do not want him to be disappointed or disrupt his faith regarding his belief in vampires, or cease to trust me in my vampire guise.

He kisses me lightly on the right temple, in affirmation of a long-term friendship, and I wonder if I am just a creature to show off to a friend of his every now and then, perhaps once or twice every several years. Apparently, being friends with a vampire like me has given him a status of bravery and strength, but I consider if I am seen as just a “pet” to brag about knowing. Still, I hold no anger.

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12:00am-5:00am August 4th
Current neighborhood and home, for some reason I was running from C at night. I guessed it was because I did something harmful in the house to him, so I ran outside and meant to get help from a neighbor. I saw that the neighbor's car wasn't there so I just ran behind their house. C came out and shouted that I could come back and we'd talk it out, he said he already knew where I was. I felt a bit predictable and less safe, but he seemed to be in a good mood. He asked me what I had intended to do and I responded that I'd get help from the neighbors some how. Oh, I also remember C was limping so I must have kicked him or something but I still can't remember why. Come to think of it, the neighbors light was on so they might have been home but because their car wasn't there I didn't bother. In real life they always leave their lights on anyway.



Dream Notes: I actually have no idea if I ever went to sleep last night or not, but if I did even if for a few minutes then this was the dream result. I actually told myself to stay awake because I wanted to see how it affected my lucid dreaming attempts in afternoon naps. As for the dream, I think it's a jab at my dream habits, because my family in my dream is more harmful than helpful I always end up running to the neighbors for help. Perhaps it's because in real life they are strangers and I'm not sure if they'd help me or not because of that. But they would be more likely to help me because I am apart of the community and I'm young, most of them are older adults with children so they would be willing to help in the sense that they have already know how to be protective for their own children.

Morning of August 4, 2017. Friday.



I am not of my conscious self, though there are a few threads in which I am aware of a few facets of my identity. I am not sure of my implied age; perhaps it is only about twenty. Mostly, I am only aware of my mother. My mother has recently died. However, I think I can talk with her by initiating some sort of will.

The scene is distorted and my memory is askew. My mother is in the baby cot of our present address, though the baby cot unrealistically accommodates her full height. I do not see it as my present address (even though it is) as I have no discernible memory of my conscious self’s present living location. I speak to her, trying to will her eyes to open, on thought alone. It seems to work at times, but is she really okay with this act, or is she angry at me for “waking” her? Holding her eyes open by my mental will alone eventually seems a bit strange.

I go into a room that might be considered to be my room in Cubitis, last seen in 1978, although I have no memory or viable association with Cubits and the room is different anyway. I realize that keeping my mother’s remains in the box from the Barnabas Collins “Dark Shadows” board game is proving to be problematic. I do not even consider that, realistically, my mother would never have fit in this little pretend coffin of cardboard. By way of a false memory, I know that other people are known to keep the bodies of the deceased around their house. It is not unusual; it is a tradition, and yet, a part of my mother’s remains have leaked from the bottom of the box, like acid from an old battery, reminding me of my Kenner Easy-Show movie projector being ruined by leaking batteries so that I could no longer repeatedly watch the same short Thor and Flintstones cartoons on my Cubitis bedroom’s south wall. (My mother had told me to throw out my movie projector, which had been a combined birthday and Christmas gift from my older sister Carol, and to not touch the leaking batteries that had ruined it.)

The gore may be toxic and I am concerned that I had better not eat or touch my face or mouth until I wash my hands, so that no decaying syrupy gore poisons me. I spend a very long time washing and rinsing my hands under the bathtub faucet. The light is bright and I am actually in our present home, though I am not my conscious self and I have no clue to my real life status. I still have to find a place for the Barnabas Collins cardboard container with the plastic lid, which contains my mother’s remains, even though it is just a little box. I have to bury it somewhere. It is in too poor a condition to keep in the open now.

There is some sort of temporary offset dream, where I find myself living on Barolin Street. Two unfamiliar men seem to think that I have taken their truck. They come in through the back way without even knocking. Apparently, the truck was at the front of my house. I certainly did not steal it. I was not even aware of it. These imposers annoy me. They come back a second time as if I had put it back and taken it again. I certainly had not taken it and tell them so. I do not even know what it looks like.

I have to take care of my mother’s remains in the little Barnabas Collins “Dark Shadows” coffin. Her whole body somehow fits in there, with room to spare. She is on her back in this toy coffin from a board game that I had not seen in real life for many years. I decide to bury it inside a set of concrete steps in the Loomis Street backyard, which is also somehow the Cubitis front yard at the same time. The small set of steps does not go anywhere in particular.

For seemingly a long time, as long as it took me to wash my hands, I dig with my hands in the sand. I feel the sand flowing through my fingers. I do not question how a step in a set of concrete steps could be or become sand, but this is where I will bury the toy coffin.

I dig and dig with my hands, and the oblong hole keeps filling back up, not being quite deep enough for burial. Still, I persist with confidence.

The concrete steps have somehow separated, and have transformed into, or have always been, small cardboard boxes of mostly paperback Gothic novels. The area of the ground I had been digging in looks untouched, and it is now normal soil. Will this work out?

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I had a dream about some kind of A-Team type techno-thriller stuff. I was in a dry grassy field, running with a gun, looking around. This wasn't a short dream, but I only remember that brief part and the overall situation.

Another fragment about half a body on an autopsy table, a woman cut in half. There was a solemn feeling to the scene. It might have tied into the first dream.

I like the adventure dreams, but I can kind of remember not liking my dreams as much after I started watching too many CSI type crime shows with nasty stuff in them.

It was a big part of why I gave up the lucid dreaming project last year.

2017, 08-02

Someone Else’s Skin

I am in a dark forest at night and there is snow falling lightly. I am on a horse, and there are two men there with me also on horses. One of them is young but seems to be the leader. We are all dressed in all black. The other two are arguing about whether some people we are after called Wildings are in fact dead. Did the cold kill them? Garrett says cold can kill, and shows that he lost both ears to the cold at some point. I gather that the one man who looks like a leader is Sir Waymar Royce and the other man is Garrett. They call me Will… so I’m a man? Garrett tells Sir Royce that he believes the Wildings are dead because I said so. Sir Royce wants to see the Wilding camp I found, so we head off.

Sir Royce is riding a big horse, really too big for the terrain, and Garrett and I are on smaller horses. We get to the base of a ridge and then go on foot, leaving Garrett with the horses. At the top of the ridge we look down into the Wilding camp. There are no bodies, but their gear was left behind. Sir Royce sees this as an “I told you so!” moment, and I ask why they would have left their weapons behind. Sir Royce wants me to climb a tree to see if I can spot the Wildings so I do. I see no Wildings but I see strange specters approaching. I look down and see Sir Royce is engaging one in battle. He gets wounded and several specters surround him to finish him off. I call out to distract them and jump down among them. I pull out a sword and use the song Battery by Metallica to charge it with light energy since these look like demon specters. I cut down the one Sir Royce was fighting and turn to face the others as the first lets out an unearthly shriek. I take down a second and then a third, their shrieks echoing in the night… and then everything fades to black.

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After the darkness clears I am somewhere else. Now its daylight and I am on a small horse or pony, going through a medieval town with some other people. I feel I am a young boy now… We go to a town square where a man is being executed. I see the man has no ears, and that triggers a memory of Garrett in the dark forest, that’s Garrett! A man is pronouncing Garrett has been sentenced to death. I start to say something but a boy near me stops me. I say I know the man being executed, the boy says there’s no way I could know that man… he’s an oath breaker from the wall. I look back and see the man take a large sword and cut off Garrett’s head. One man there seems to find it funny. We leave on horseback heading for a castle. The man who did the execution (I find myself thinking he is my father) is explaining that the person who hands down a death sentence should be the one to carry it out.

Two of the boys had gone ahead to race back to the castle but we catch up. One of them (my brother Robb) is holding something squirming. There is a HUGE wolf lying dead. Robb is holding a cub! It’s adorable! I want to pet it. The other boy (half brother John) hands me a cub and I cuddle it. After arguing for a bit it is decided we (me and my two brothers and two sisters) will keep the cubs and raise them as our own. The boy who laughed at the execution seems disappointed that we aren’t going to kill the cubs. I give him a dirty look and ask what kind of person would want to kill innocent cubs? We head back towards the castle. John stops as we move away from the wolf and finds one more cub that he keeps. I am thinking I should have said something about knowing Garrett, but there’s no point to it now. Everything fades…

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After the darkness clears this time it is night again and I am in a forest of some kind. Now I feel like I am a grown woman. There is a man sitting near a creepy tree with a creepier face carved in the trunk, I have the thought that man is my husband. I approach him and say the name that comes to mind… “Ned?” I almost add “Flanders” after that but I stop myself. Ned asks about our children and I tell him they are inside trying to choose names for the wolf cubs… but wasn’t one of those wolf cubs mine? No… that was a different dream, where I was a young boy… and that seems really weird to be thinking. I have bad news for my husband… a letter. I take it from a pocket and hand it to him. He reads it and then looks grief stricken. His old friend John (not my brother / son) had died, and he is taking that hard. I hug him to try to help him feel better. He keeps reading and finds another old friend named Robert who is coming for a visit. That cheers him up some. He starts talking about all there is to do to prepare for a visit from the king and a whole lot of people. Then everything fades again and I wake up.

Walking

Dream of walking at night time with a group of people around a town surrounded by woods.

Lucid

Become lucid in a pantry. Wanted to try my new time dilation method of looking at a watch but there was no watch on my wrists... They were all swollen. Decided to do the counting thing instead and put my hand on the ground. Managed to count to 60 with the usual distortions. Tried to jump afterwards but I felt too heavy and couldn't. Felt the distortions crushing around me and I woke up.

Bjork

Was on a hill and saw Bjork. This made me semi lucid. Began walking beside her and I was joking around saying she looked like some singer. She said, "What do you mean?" and her forehead was glowing red and she began to change shape. She slowly morphed into a muscular dude wearing a wrestling outfit and began throwing cars at random houses.

Work people.

Had this dream after lucky from work dropped me off. Dreamed I was in his car with val from work also. He dropped her off and then he dropped me off at my house at what looked kind of like grove street.

A strong wind began blowing and I could see storm clouds. I wanted to escape it so began looking for a vehicle. Lucky hadn't left yet so he drove towards me fast and kinda hit me but I wasn't injured. I got back in his truck.

FA, and was somewhere with Val, There was this walkway going over scenic drive. We went up the steps but we wound up in some tower. There were various dead bodies around and Val started screaming and ran off. I went to the other side of the walking bridge and got a cop to follow me to the dead bodies. Was back in the tower and got lost in it somehow. The stench was so horrible that I was about to throw up.

Drive

Was in someone's van in the passenger seat. We were driving in chilliwack but found a wooded area. We went down a dirt road with trees on one side and a river on the other. There were a bunch of mountain ions around the car and I thought it was strange that they would be there.

Became semi lucid outside that person's house when we got there. I started doing a nose pinch RC. and the girl asked me what I was doing. I said she was a manager at a lucid dreaming forum how could she not know what a nose pinch RC was. I noticed she was wearing a mcdonald's manager uniform and had to rethink my last statement, then woke up.

It all started when I was visiting my older brother in this 6-story building. I was sleeping, but then things changed. I was bugging him from the bottom floor. For some reason he pointed a camera to the ceiling to show that he didn’t want to leave his room on the 6th floor.
[New Scene]
While at Best Buy, some lady asked me if I wanted $500. Obviously, I took it.
[New Scene]
I was on a small incline somewhere, being chased by these spheres of wood splinters(big ones). Later, I walked out a nearby building and tried to walk past all the sleeping spheres, but that was difficult when a large rock ball rolled down the stairs I was using. There was also a black cat. It turns out that around 50% of spheres were awakened by me and some other guy. As a result, The other guy got stabbed in the head by a huge wooden spike. It didn’t do anything but hurt and show up on the over-head map.
[New Scene]
I was back home, although it was destroyed. Dad was there, but he was leaving. When I asked him where he was going, He laughed and said that he wasn’t telling me(very uncharacteristic of him). Latter, I put a helmet on and barricaded the garage. I thought it was a good idea, but it turned out that some kid found it immediately and disappeared. (He found the metal panel that was loose). Next, I was right outside it when some teenagers showed up in a car, me knowing they were going to get something they needed from the sidewalk. So, I left and took off running unseen to the south. When I got to near the end of the road, I saw this group of houses that were barricaded and manned. One person pointed a gun at me and shouted “Freeze!” so I froze. They asked me what I wanted, which was to find my family. They told me to go back to my house to get supplies, to which I responded, “There’s nothing at my house.” Later, I left to the south east, and ended up in a building where the ground floor was a McDonalds. The elevator was incredibly slow. Finally I get to the ground floor, I go outside, and wake up.

-Marcus, Jadegreen's dc appeared running past me and I thought that he was created by my younger brother.

-A electronic dc told me not to walk in the street while looking at my phone cause I could get hit by a car.

-I met with a receptionist who told me to focus on Nicholas lucas. Than a guy who I thought was Dawn came up from behind me and glomped me. But when the scene changed so did his appearance. He became Eye and I ended up pushing him away.
Last thing I recall is being non lucid and bathing in a tub near a kind of broken wall and appearing in a room where a young boy was playing a game while talking to his sister.

I had a very deep dream last night, deeper than usual but it was a cool dream nonetheless despite what may be said I did enjoy it.

I don't remember the sequence of events really well but what I remember earliest was waking up (in Dream) to a disaster. I must have been in high school in my dream because there was a whole class with me, some people I recognized, one person who wasn't even in a class with me, but most I don't remember. My mom was there too, something terrible happened. I woke up and we were all in a large auditorium but everyone was down, knocked out, moaning, wounded or all of the above. I don't know what happened but my mind just wanted to think I was tortured but because I woke up and noticed it I think something else must have happened like a large fight with something else, my whole class was like this so we were not fighting amongst ourselves.

When I woke up my serious wound was my hand, it was covered in blood, a large amount of blood and there was a gash on the bottom part of my pointer finger that starts in the middle and goes to the part where it connects with the hand itself and it was bleeding pretty bad. I remember looking off and seeing my mom was injured as well and my nephew was there with a similar wound to mine. There were nurses who rushed in to help all of us but I had to yell basically to receive attention for my ever bleeding wound and they pulled out a needle and string to stitch it up. I didn't feel pain throughout the whole thing until they started to stitch me up. From my notes there was something about underground student clubs, I think it was to teach us how to be detectives and also how to fight with weapons.

I received training on how to fight with a knife in close quarters by Agent Gibbs (From NCIS) of all people and I remember it quickly, in a training exercise he said: "How are you going to fight me?" and he had a holstered knife on his left side, I asked "Dirty or Clean?" "Clean," he said. I grabbed the knife and went for his throat because I couldn't think of a clean way to fight with a knife, he stopped me, twisted my hand and threw me to the ground and said it was too obvious. Had he said dirty I was going to take the knife and aim for the stomach in a stabbing fascion.

L from death note was there and a friend in real life who was dressed to look just like him, he was there to help us solve the case of what actually happened to us in the auditorium but he (The real L) was murdered and the murderer was another detective. Right afterward the detective who murdered him went into this room where the fake L stood and the fake L said that the real L was a bad guy pretending to be him and claimed that he was the real L.

The next part of my dream took place in a large bathroom, there were 3 stalls and in front of there were toilet fewer toilets if that makes sense, just a hole in the floor that can expand and leads directly to a sewer below. My Nephew was hiding in the one farthest from the entrance and was sitting in the corner, still wounded with a bloody hand similar to mine. The man who murdered L walked in with a hooker (yes you heard me) and they stood in front of the toilet less toilet and they were arguing about something, he killed her and stuffed her in the hole and used a toilet plunger to push her into the sewer, he then checked 2 of the stalls to see if anyone was hiding there and was about to check the third but changed his mind last second and left. The next part shows our class in the auditorium but we were all better and happy, we were going to watch a movie there and we were celebrating a big victory, I don't know all that happened because I was knocked out during the fight where we all were wounded but it would seem that one of our classmates had a magical item in the shape of a square or box that stopped the attack. Everyone was cheering and we looked at him as he was the one sitting in the back but in the middle and he held up the box shaped thing into the light of the projector and it glowed gold.

The last bit of the dream was almost a flashback I think, it showed my nephew and I walking down the stairs from my apartment and we both were wounded, my hand was still bleeding pretty bad in this scene and he was too, we walked with a limp and I was also clutching my shoulder. The world seemed grey but we walked down the stairs him leading and we both had to keep a hand on the wall to steady ourselves leaving long blood smears on the wall where our hands touched it.

That was the end, overall it was an amazing dream despite what most people would think, it was like a movie and it was very deep. I loved it.

August 2nd 1:00am-9:30am
So, in my old room at night and I'm all like damn loopy and talking about sex. Mom decides it's time I finally had physical contact, she mentions a guy and having a kid so I start sulking again. But in the next morning we are outside, she has me cuddle a little yellow chick and walk across and unbalanced surface. Once I seem unenthusiastic about this training and manage to break the unbalanced stone training area, she decides it's time I went out to use my skills and get a guy.

The next scene is me in a house with a super cute and gorgeous girl named Daine. Her hair is auburn and her skin is peachy but a bit tanned, her hair is also wavy and medium length or just past shoulders. I think her eyes are brown or a dark green, definitely not blue. She is busty and a hold a bit of weight on her, but she also has muscle to counteract that. So she tells me a story of a past love while I'm going down on her and in the background near the house I can hear my mother questioning my choice of a female. After Daine finishes her story which took awhile through pauses and making other noises, though I had a feeling I wasn't that good but was willing to get better for her. Then it was my turn! and so we had a pillow fight.

Somehow the area had changed inbetween that time to someplace at night and looking up at tall modern buildings. We sat down infront of one and talked about Gary Oldman and how if we could go back in time, we'd work our butts off to get to the top and have a chance at marrying him. I spoke of a memory I had of her giving me a nickname, shroom-grass. We had been in a forest and I was tired, plopping down and willing to give up walking. But she noticed I looked like a mushroom in the grass, my hair seemed bigger then and I wore a brown dress.

Back to the present building when entered in first. Laughing and smiling I chased her out of the house and outside we saw my mother, I was actually shocked to see her there and with good reason to. Explaining amd apologizing for being inside for two months and so with my new girl, not as a joke but a very serious realisation. My mother said it was fine because time stopped or went by very slowly outside, she also said we had to give time back and that this wasn't real. I started laughing when "time" showed up and I saw it was Babe Ruth, but I saw she was serious so we left the area.

Our next setting was us walking down my old neighborhood's streets at night with my hand over Daine's shoulder and keeping her close, I suppose we were almost at the same height but she was a bit taller. She was getting scared because her fears of the joker were behind her, I just swiftly walked and pulled her along with me as I told her what my mother said and that it wasn't real so we had to keep moving and ignore it. She sniffled and was still crying but went along with me, I think it helped that I was at her side. To make her think if other things, a kid ran past and gave us a letter that I quickly opened. It held a note inside informing me that I had been gifted an estate and that there was much to learn, the anonymous sender spoke of wanting to hear about the ghost baby (that I guess I mentioned somewhere in my dream but forgot the entire story when I awoke.) and about Babe Ruth as time. Anonymous also said that more adventures awaited me and he/she(had a feeling it was a guy) also awaited my presence. End.



END NOTES AND THOUGHTS:
For the ending, I did read a Dracula fanfiction last night that had him giving away a house to his love, so I think that's probably it. But it seemed like a dead giveaway to me knowing I was dreaming. However I'd still like to know who sent it and where my home is, that I shall have new adventures in.

So the don't worry it isn't real thing caught me off guard when I woke up, I was really expecting to do a reality check at this but it just passed me by. However I think my dream has a point about the physical contact, though fixing it by going out and fucking someone is also probably not the best idea. The thing of genders, I believe the marriage thought was to make me understand that I like both genders. Strangely though I was giving and my end of receiving was just doing cute things and cuddling with my girl. Also I'm fairly certain she was older than I am, because I was going by my real age in the dream and she looked more mature. So I guess age isn't a problem for me either or I know it takes more effort but can work out as well? Just my thoughts, usually I don't think too much on dreams but this was new and thought it was trying to tell me something.

Morning of August 2, 2017. Wednesday.



Actor Jensen Ackles features as my dream’s only known character but my dream self does not associate him either as an actor or as the Dean Winchester character from “Supernatural”. He drives for a short time and parks his car. He remains cheerful and is not involved in any of the mishaps. He watches the strange traffic events for a time.

I am in an unknown area looking at an unfamiliar street. There is a vague association with the Loomis and Gillette Street intersection in La Crosse.

I see a car that seems to be a replica of a Ford Model A. I expect another car to crash into it but this does not happen. Instead, the car inexplicably turns onto its side yet is still somehow moving through the traffic as such with no apparent surprise or concern from the unfamiliar driver. This event puzzles me.

Eventually, when I expect other cars to have mishaps, they do. At one point, someone drives their car on the external wall of an apartment building, about halfway up, defying gravity, and likely trying to get past the chaotic events on the street. It moves along horizontally with its wheels somehow remaining on the external wall.

In the last scene, I try to summon a car by will, knowing it will be mine. I see a white van, but I am not sure I want it to become mine, as I am envisioning a fancy car to show off to a few unfamiliar dream characters who are standing around near the curb. After some strange cars go by at times, some of them missing major parts, I eventually get into one when it stops. It turns out to be a 1940s Roadster that is only about half of its correct size. When I am in it, I can barely fit, but I still drive along until I wake.

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• I know this dream is unrelated to waking life for a number of reasons. Firstly, it is of a type of dream I have experienced since childhood and which stems from my interest in demolition derbies. This dream type also always occurs with a specific subtle form of lucidity, and the understanding of causing events with anticipation or focused expectation. It occurs when my dream self is unaware of being in the dream state, yet a subliminal thread of my conscious self identity understands that it is a dream, and thus is obviously focused on the nature and response of the dream state rather than waking life.
• The summoning intent and understanding in the last scene is typically more a factor of semi-lucidity and full lucidity, though I am closer to waking in this case.
• Jensen Ackles is the personified RAS precursor here, but does not become active, as my dream self subliminally initiates the waking transition.
• In many of my non-lucid dreams since childhood, cars are often too small for me to get into. A car in my dreams is typically an autosymbolic rendering of my real physical body as subliminally perceived in sleep, so as a result, the attempt of getting in a car creates a factor of ambiguity. That is evidenced here when a car still moves about on its side to indicate a connection to the fact that I am sleeping on my side at the time.
• This dream type, in which very little of my conscious self identity is extant, is more likely to hold more of the factor of instinctual dream control, which validates that dreams are more about the level of unconsciousness and the dream state itself than waking life (other than when prescient or as a literal carryover from waking life).
• An intersection is autosymbolism for neural gating in the dream state, metaphorically representing the choices of either continuing the dream or waking. Typically, as here, the street representing the direction of sustained dreaming is more likely to have dream-based autosymbolism (the car on its side as a reference of me sleeping on my side).

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August 1 2am-6am
A tent, curling up around someone and two candles to keep warm. The room is still very cold. Another person near, he almost set up a double tent but decided not to. We went to the beach, we are partners? We love this little island that we're on and wish to come back. Suggested that we come back routinely to spend evenings and enjoy the company of one another.

2:00Am-2:36pm July 31st
Entered room with mom and then the power went out. Then it was like a time warp or something because the area changed, my brother and I were now at a restaurant and were joking about the amount of obese people eating all the junk food. So we went ahead and ordered pizza, met up with a friend who we complimented on staying a healthy weight. We all sat down at a table and then I went to go pick up the pizza, I grabbed both the pizza plate and the sauce dish. But they slipped because of the grease on my hand, the sauce tumbled out and a bit and the lady that handed them to me leaned down to help so I was like thanks but then she just bit into my neck and I felt paralyzed so I didn't do anything. When she was done I felt a little angry so I grabbed someone else's two pizza slices and sat down to eat with everyone else in a pissed off mood. The guy whose pizza I stole came back and looked like he was going to punch me so I got up and told him my little story and how instead he could ask for me to apologize or ask for me to buy him another pizza or other ways to peacefully fix the problem. Then his friends came over and consuled him, it was like his dog had just died or something the way he had broken down over it. So I rushed away from everyone and managed to rush myself back to another timeline, where before it was dark and I was waiting outside a house that a party was going on in. In this timeline I exited from the house front door and just sat on the steps where another fellow was. He had been talking to someone else infront of him about someone, apparently that someone was me. Maybe they heard of how I did the worst crime in the world, stole a slice of pizza. Whether or not that was true, he started touching me and just giving off a creepy vibe as he made it known that he needed to keep me for something. A ransom? Anyway he pulled me back into the house where I went to take a shower. End.

Morning of August 2, 2017. Wednesday.



I am with my wife Zsuzsanna. We are with several unknown people. In the first scenario, we are in some soft of unusual park. There is an unfamiliar female, dressed somewhat like a carnival fortune teller, who supposedly understands things about rare creatures in the area as well as how to use certain herbs for health. Still, there is a point at which I decide to leave with the others without any of us really interacting with her. She tells me about how I had changed my mind about asking her something after I already gained my own information about something. It is not really patronizing; just an observation, I think.

I had taken the remains of two witch snakes that had died of natural causes. They are mostly like a snake other than having the miniature head of a Halloween witch. There is a painting of one in some sort of brochure, which I mention is not realistic because the head does not look right, being too cylindrical. An unknown male seems to have a different opinion, claiming that is how they look when alive.

I take the fangs out of the upper part of their mouths, though I arrange them as pointing upwards, front down on a surface. Each creature has three teeth, it seems, though I first think that there had been four. It seems that another male might have lost a couple when the surface was tilted, and they slid off, but after there seemingly being at least one with four teeth, it looks like only three from each. I mention how it seems that one witch snake was older when it died, due to its fang-like teeth being cracked (with thin lines) vertically, in the back.

Our group ends up walking in an unknown area, though it eventually resembles the grounds of my old middle school in Florida on the north end. I talk about how each tooth could be sold to superstitious people as some sort of object for healing. This seems amusing to me and I think I might be able to make a lot of money but then I consider that people might only be willing to pay twenty dollars each as another male gives advice and seems to agree.

I then talk about how we can create the “same” fangs to have a potential to make more money. I mention how if dirt is placed in the mouth of a clam that a tooth would grow from that location. (This is actually some sort of distorted memory relating to how pearls are formed in oysters. There is probably also a second layer of distortion based on the phrase “pearly whites”, referring to teeth.)

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-1-It all started when a tornado dissipated before I could get my camera out. Next to me was a middle-aged man with a small, white crane, which he was using to move large propane tanks. Next, another tornado touched down nearby and started moving toward us. I drove into the house and slowly made my way through, trying to decide on where to take cover. There were small pieces of wood flying through the walls as we were walking to the front door. Just before I reached it, everything died down, and once I was outside, it was sunny and clear. When I looked back at the house, the rooms that remained were the ones with additional cranes in them, while everything else was flattened.

-2-I was watching a new show on Cartoon Network(it was live action, and was as if it was directed by the Disney Channel), where these kids were on a spaceship, and some of them were part cat. Some quotes: “Yes, I hear your squealing.” <- annoyed tone, although the subject in question wasn’t squealing, but rather doing a high-pitched monotone whine. The subject in question was a female human-cat hybrid, and looked around 11 years of age. The quote is said by a girl, 13 years of age, who wore a dark-colored outfit. The surroundings of the room interior: light lime green walls adjacent to another wall and a ceiling with a black circuitboard texture; there were two or three comfy, black chairs on a black floor. The subject in question was sitting on the left most one, while the speaker was standing.
[Next Scene]
This scene contained a hallway with the same green walls/ceiling/floor as well as an open hatch with a half-cat girl halfway inside(can’t be sure it’s the same one as before), taking a quadruped, digitigrade stance only showing the lower half of her body (it was 90% cat. She had clothes on, shut up.). I get to see her orange-brown tail with kinda furry feet.