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    1. August 16-23, 2013

      by , 06-13-2017 at 04:59 AM (Fantastical Adventures)
      8/16/13 | Vibrations
      Something like using vibrations to use things, or to progress, or to attack.

      8/17/13 | Minecraft 1.4.5
      I dreamt that I bought Minecraft. First, I spawned in an area where I had to spawn a cactus in the middle of some grass. Then I turned around and made a pile of blocks to sleep on, but I knocked it down to collect them again. Suddenly, mom and my younger sister were there, using legos that also acted as blocks.

      8/18/13 (L) Value: 0 | Toothpick Snap
      First, I was playing Twilight Princess for half a minute when I became lucid. When I became lucid, I snapped a toothpick in half and was teleported to the bathroom for shapeshifting. I don’t remember exactly what I did then, but my heart rate momentarily increased, which I calmed down a moment later. But then, mom showed up and I went to the stairs to find my older sister sitting on them, playing StarCraft 3. I thought about Star Trek Online for a moment. Then, I found myself playing it. I unfortunately lost my lucidity there because I got distracted by some DCs.
      Time: 30-90 seconds

      8/19/13 (L) Value: 0 | Underwater Wheezy, 6-Armed Wall Climbing
      -1-Yet another boring everyday life dream. Dad put stuff in the bathtub, and mom drove into the water in Wheezy(the minivan) before I picked it up and put it back.
      -2(L)-Just two parts. I grew some more arms to help me climb a wall. After that, the dream began fading away, so I spun around while focusing on my hands, but the transition was too fast, and I woke up.
      Time: 30-40 seconds

      8/20/13 | Escaping Yellowstone With Rockets
      Apparently, Yellowstone was the safest place on the planet. I said, “If it erupts, then it obviously won’t be the safest place on the planet. What do you know, it did erupt. [Skip the boring parts] I was escaping the eruption with some people at high speed with rockets.

      8/22/13 (L) Value: 4 | Hill With Deadly Mountains, FA, Partial Progress
      -1-It started out with me in the car and mom driving us to a BBQ. I looked to the north and could see a nonexistent, steep hill with mountains nearby, which some others and I eventually climbed. I found myself coming down from the top after a beautiful scene of mountains. Some deadly rocks detached from the side of the hill and fell on top of someone, killing them instantly. I saw a potential one, thinking it might kill me, so I took a different route down and then I suddenly had a FA with sleep paralysis engaged. I thought I had woken up, so I decided to do a FILD. No more than 5 seconds had elapsed before some really weird things started happening. I felt like my right shoulder muscles were stretching and being pulled in weird directions.
      -2(L)-So the FA began right after another FA that I didn’t catch, and I became lucid by doing an RC. I could breathe with my nose plugged. It works every time. I forgot to stabilize the dream here. The first thing did was say, “Tail, grow.” That didn’t work, so I walked over to the door, and said, “Tail, grow through my clothing.” That was more convincing for me, so my tail grew to 24 inches. I grabbed it, and felt the whole thing! I scratched the end of it, and felt that too!
      Time: 1-2 minutes

      8/23/13 | Forgotten Mountainous Scenery
      At one point I was at this grassy place with mountainous scenery to the N, E, and SE. Apparently it was same world and place that I walked up and down 3 times.
    2. What?

      by , 06-13-2017 at 04:39 AM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Kicked out

      I'm standing in the doorway to my dream home with someone. Asuka is mad at me and telling me to get out because I'm drunk. I explain I'm not drunk and try to prove it in very long and coherent sentences.

      Raven's explanation.

      I'm on Facebook chatting with Raven Knight. She sends me a message that reads: Read the signs. and has a link with it. I click it and I'm standing inside of her post. I see four dream journals scrolling down. I seen mine with the purple title's Raven's, Noad's and someone else's maybe viatorem's... There's text above the four journals... but then I notice another dimension to the text. The words hich I can't read are arranged to form other words. Read the signs she said I remember.

      I'm inside the supposed dream she wants to show me. In it I am Bjork and Raven has me by the hand and we are flying through the forest. "This is how you died." she is saying. Then I see myself as a woman standing in front of a train. "No" I say... "It can't be." I'm frightened by it. I see myself get run over by the train. Then I see myself as an angry spirit chasing after the train. Then I realize that I never was Bjork... but a spirit who thought she was bjork when asleep.

      Fun with vehicles

      I'm flying over a world map. I go past Israel and over by Saudi Arabia and wind up in some muddy place. I find a humvee jeep and steal it. People are chasing after me.

      Looking for a place

      I wind up at Cousin K's looking for a place to stay. She has three houses all over town. I find one where she is currently and it's night time. The house is filled with friends of hers. I am smoking a cigarette. I am in the living room and I ask if I can rent a room in one of her houses, I tell her I am working overnights so money isn't a problem. She kind of nods. I get up and walk around, one of her friends follows me and asks me for a smoke. I notice sets of stairs everywhere I go exploring until I wake up.
    3. Nuclear Cleansing

      by , 06-13-2017 at 12:06 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 06-12

      Nuclear Cleansing

      I am in a forest area near a stream. I am in what appears to be some kind of base camp, a central location from which some important operation is being organized. There’s a tent and a lot of papers lying around. I think a stiff wind will send everything flying. There are several people there with me but I don’t recognize who they are. We are looking for something in the area but I’m not quite sure what. The plan is for everyone to split up and search in a different direction. I say that sounds like a good plan to cover more ground, but it looks easy to get lost out there… so one person should stay at the base camp that way if anyone gets lost they can call out and follow that person’s answering voice back to base camp. But apparently I’m the only one who thinks someone might get lost because everyone else dismisses my idea without even thinking about it.

      So all of us head off in different directions, searching through the forest for… I stop and remember I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, so how will I know if I find it? I look back to see if anyone is still here but everyone is already gone. I wander down a trail and I somehow intercept one of the others as they look. I start to ask what we’re looking for but I don’t get a chance before he asks what the fuck we’re looking for. I tell him I don’t really know, I was hoping he would know. We go around a bend and I see what looks like a toxic waste dump site. I look at the mess and wonder how it can be cleaned up. I comment to the man I’m with that if President Trump gets his way there will be at least one of these in every neighborhood, it’s never been easier for little kids to get superpowers… or more likely just die horrible deaths. He says Trump is going to start World War III before he gets a chance to kill the environment. I comment that World War III will just be another path to horrible deaths. He agrees.

      I head back to the camp thinking I have found what we were looking for. I find a woman walking around camp very carefully. She says to be careful where I step, she found a little mushroom house. She says that means there are smurfs around here, and I should be careful not to squish any. I watch her pick her way carefully around the camp for a bit, I wonder if she has been too close to the toxic waste and it’s affecting her mind. I think I should find someone else to tell about the toxic waste. I turn to see if the man I was with before is still there, but he is gone. I wonder where he went off to. I walk away from the camp and to a road. I see people standing on top of a hill and I go over there. Maybe I can tell one of them about the toxic waste.

      As I get to the top of the hill I see what looks like a military fighter jet fly overhead, spraying some strange liquid on the ground below. I feel the moisture land on my skin and wonder how toxic it is. Am I about to die a horrible death? They are shaking their fists at the plane as it leaves. Another plane flies overhead, a standard prop powered plane. The jet turns around and sets a course to intercept. It fires to shoot the slower plane down. After a short time of trying to evade the attacking jet, the prop plane drops something. Somehow I know it’s a bomb. A nuclear bomb. And it’s not far from here, so we’re all about to get toasted. The object hits the ground and detonates with the expected blinding light. I cover my eyes and wait for the burning blast. It doesn’t come. I feel the wind pick up around me but it is only warm, not burning hot. I open my eyes and the other people are staring at me. A woman asks what I’m doing. She says it was only a cleansing bomb. Since we were unable to find the toxic waste dump they have cleansed the entire area. I look out where the two planes are and see they are going away. No need to shoot the prop plane down since the bomb was already deployed. This whole thing seems weird, but I wake before doing a reality check.
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      non-lucid
    4. Old dream, memorable

      by , 06-12-2017 at 07:56 PM
      I am in a world where everything is made of rocks. It's old,
      like the 1700s. The rocks are gray and white stone and I
      think I'm in a parallel universe. I get excited. I throw three
      front handsprings, feel the motion in my arms and legs and back, and land them. \
      I am not terrified at all. I am not lucid, but I am not afraid, and I
      decide to explore this new world. Deep inside, I insist it's real and it's part of Heaven
      and that God sent me there, otherwise I would have become lucid.
      I find a castle and suddenly I am on a bridge above where I used to be walking around\
      doing gymnastics. It is at least 15 feet drop. Someone jumps, then I jump off landing in a perfect stick-it squat, and then my friend Kirstin jumps too and I see her she looks 12
      even though she's around 25. We hug I think and then I wake up.
    5. Juice

      by , 06-12-2017 at 05:06 PM
      This dream was kind of weird. I was in a car and somehow managed to get fried chicken for 34 cents than next thing I know I'm in a big store that sells special juice. There a group of guys come in and one seems like the leader because of the way he presents himself. He and the others started to appear as if they had bottles on their head though. Apparently the flavor of juice the guy that interested me had was peach. I don't know why but for some reason that made me like him even more. After I noticed that we kept looking at juices and made small jokes about the way the bottles looked like while looking at them.

      Notes
      The heat is here and drinking juice sounds like a good idea.

      Updated 06-12-2017 at 05:08 PM by 67570

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      non-lucid
    6. Trying to lucid dream again

      by , 06-12-2017 at 04:17 PM
      I just had a weird dream...

      I was outside, in the area where I live. Some really weird stuff happened in that dream. Then another dream happened, where I happened to look at my hands and see there was the wrong amount of fingers andbecome lucid. I am lucid for a while, but I don't really do anything and the dream ends after a while.
      [/COLOR] I woke up in reality.
    7. Star Wars + Harry Potter Crossing

      by , 06-12-2017 at 02:34 PM (Nef's dream journal)
      First I had two short lucid dreams\hypnagogic imagery, where i wanted to search up something on the "dream web"
      but failed both times and woke up .

      Shortly after that I feel asleep and had this non lucid dream

      It was kind of a Star Wars and Harry Potter Crossing , the story starts off in a green plain (it was raining) with Darth Vader , talking to Harry about the dark side and things , after he got captured by the empire. He wasnt in his usual suit, but in a white suit that looked like a Geth (from Mass Effect )

      I was some sort of ghost and I told him through telepathy that Ron ,Hermione ,and many others got killed by a person with a pistol, and that he should give in to the darkness and kill, face his fear and hatred and stuff like that.
      Overcome by the Trauma and rage, Harry goes on a dirtroad , following a person walking down there, meanwhile I'm with him and suggesting him to use avada kedavra and crucio.
      Once Harry got up to this person ,they engaged in a duel, Harry used Crucio and a green forcefield came over the person, as the person suffered heavily (idk the gender or the identity of this person at all, idk who the hell was that ,only that he\she killed them) .

      At this point , the narration changed, and I heard something "And in the green light of acceptance, Harry started to see pictures from the past....."
      and at this point the dream shifts and I dont remember the rest of the dream...

      Updated 06-12-2017 at 02:37 PM by 92016

      Categories
      dream fragment , non-lucid
    8. Dream - It's Just A Pencil & Driving Practice

      by , 06-12-2017 at 11:43 AM
      Date of Dream: MON 12 JUN - 2017



      Dream No. 131 - Separated Sections

      Dream 131 A - It's Just A Pencil
      I don't exactly remember what happened at the start of the dream. From the part where I can remember, NN was over at my house. He asked if he could go into my study room to get some paper to write up his trial balance for accounting. The rest of what happened in my house is blurry to me. Eventually, my dad and I did take NN home. Back I my house, I realised that NN had forgot to take his pencil back with him and so I thought to myself I have to return it somehow. I went to the phone and called a certain number which was his home number. No one picked up and so I tried again a second time. The second time wasn't successful either, and so I thought I personally had to go to his house myself.

      The dream then skipped to my parents and I being somewhere near the city, looking like an area where homeless people live. I snuck off on them to go and find NN's house. As I was getting closer to his house, the dream was turning to night time and was completely at night when I got to his house. When I knocked on the door, this lady answered with a man and an old woman behind her... I'm guessing this was NN's mum and then also his dad and grandma. Then it was just his mum and she started to get angry at me for some reason. She said that there was a reason she didn't pick up the phone. I then said to her that I just come to return his pencil. Still she was giving me a lecture about something strange. She then asks me if I have anything to say and I end up saying “well I'm not going to give up on you”. I then abruptly change the topic saying I have to go. That's all I can remember about this dream.

      Dream 131 B - Driving Practice
      Were were dropping NB off somewhere at this sort of party, but then some of my friends were there as well. I was hopping that WB was going to be at this party but I didn't see her and so I was disappointed. I thought that there was now no good reason for me to stay and so I decided to go. Just as I was about to leave, I saw AD wondering around and so spoke to her for a bit. She then showed where WB actually was, she was in some sort of ensemble and I saw her playing a violin! AD and I wanted to actually leave the place but there was an obstacle in the way... We couldn't go until WB lifted her violin bow. When she finally did, AD hurried after me and then the dream scene shifted.

      I was now with my parents in the city somewhere. They told me that it was time to pick up NB from “Fountain Gate”, which I knew was just the location of the party and nothing like the real Fountain Gate. My parents were doing to drive but then I asked them if I could drive. My mum was constantly complaining but I wanted to prove to her that I could do it. So I envisioned and then summoned a small dark red car with a pair of L-Plates on it. At first, it was easy to drive but as I progressed further and further down the freeway, I got worse. I then woke up.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:
      - Chauffeur (Drive 1 person around)
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      non-lucid
    9. Being in a Low Budget “Star Wars” Movie

      by , 06-12-2017 at 08:09 AM
      Morning of June 12, 2017. Monday.



      As with many of my dreams throughout my life, this dream is far too long, nonlinear, and surreal to relate cohesively online, though I will attempt to relate some of the main scenes as closely as possible.

      I find myself with the understanding that I am playing Luke Skywalker in a new low-budget “Star Wars” movie. Zsuzsanna is Princess Leia (even though Luke and Leia were brother and sister rather than man and wife). The movie is implied to be along the same lines as the first “Star Wars” movie and I guess is meant to be a cheap remake. A couple other characters are with us, including a skinny version of Chewbacca, with much sparser hair.

      In one scene, we are wading through a pond just outside of a large building, but we eventually enter the building. There is an unknown male near the entrance who is holding people’s credentials until they come back after exploring the building or possibly engaging in recreational activities. One of the unknown people I am with refuses to give the man his identification card and I think there might be some trouble. However, there is no implication of violence. The man instead hands him a small flower on a long stem, or at least that is what he says it is. To me, it looks more like some sort of small plastic rod, perhaps a toy. Still, nothing confrontational occurs.

      After wandering about in the halls, we come to a room that is filled with water of about waist high (and thus must have a sunken floor). There is a giant jellyfish that I have to cut off from around Zsuzsanna and possibly another character. I use a large sharp sword. It takes awhile as I slice through its thick but soft body below the surface of the water. Someone shows me a miniature jellyfish that was just found in the small left pocket (of some sort of blue tunic) of one of our group (though this person must have been killed or vanished). This miniature jellyfish is like another one that apparently turned into the giant jellyfish and had entered his pocket while we waded in the pond outside the front of the building (on the left of the entrance).

      From here, we walk towards the entrance, somehow not at all wet. Somehow, my “sword” is now a fake “lightsaber”, though not really like a lightsaber at all. I am carrying it horizontally in my right hand. It has a pink blade and a blue handle and is more like a giant toy jackknife even though, again, it is supposed to be a “Star Wars” lightsaber of about the same length. I realize that weapons are probably not allowed in the building. I do not want a confrontation, though none occurs as I fold the oversized plastic blade back into the handle. Meanwhile, the character that had taken our credentials stands without emotion near the entrance.

      As we walk outside, I consider how cheap my prop looks. Looking back, I see that the male regards me with respect, and I consider how devoted an actor he is for seemingly feeling comfortable in such an obviously low-budget movie. For a short time, as I walk near a long colonnade, where many unusual characters (some alien, but most humanoid) are lined up to go into the building in the direction behind me to my left, I consider that I may be too old to be Luke Skywalker (who is supposedly meant to be the young version in this film). Still, the movie is being filmed in real time and I will do what I can.

      As we walk along, I see what I firstly associate with a “Star Wars” tauntaun running along towards our direction but to our left in an open featureless field. For some reason, I call it an ostrich, mentioning it to the others. It is not like an ostrich however. It looks more like a giant quail. Another one appears, with an unknown female riding it.

      In the last scene, Big Bird (from “Sesame Street”) appears as a “Star Wars” character. He makes an effort to sit on one of the creatures but I think he might be too big. Still, he manages to sit on it even though it lowers to the ground for a short time, but then seems fine and strong enough to support Big Bird’s weight. I turn to tell the others, “It’s a bird on a bird”.



      Once again, the preconscious (man at the counter collecting credentials) is not only not confrontational but quite respectful compared to past dreams. Still, this is probably because the flight symbol connection is being initiated (even though Big Bird does not really fly and the giant running quail are at least not implied to here either). Big Bird as my emergent consciousness factor relating to suitably being able to sit on the other bird relates to having deliberately lost weight recently. Cutting the giant jellyfish from around other characters possibly relates to me losing weight as well.


    10. Buying Magazines in an Unfamiliar Store

      by , 06-12-2017 at 05:16 AM
      Morning of June 12, 2017. Monday.



      I am walking through an unknown city in a commercial area, where there are a number of small stores to my left as I walk. It seems to be late morning. I seem to be on my own at first. I have an interest in looking around in a store and turn to enter a store I think I recognize. When I walk in though, I see it is a clothing store.

      “Whoops, wrong store,” I say as I soon turn around to leave. Another (unfamiliar) man who had been walking behind me also enters the store and turns around to leave when I do. It is almost as if he had been having the same thought orientation as I had and was simply following me as if I was “leading”, apparently also looking for whatever I am (even though we had not spoken and I am not even sure where I am going).

      I continue to walk, but only a short distance and into another store that has a different type of entrance as the previous. There is a large long checkout counter on my right and an interior wall to my left so that it seems almost like walking through a narrow hall. I continue towards the back and see that it is a large bookstore.

      I see a magazine that I find interest in after first noticing what I take to be an Omni magazine. When I pick it up and look through it, I see that it is a science-fiction comic book (in color) about dinosaurs and a group of men. I decide that I will buy it. I look in my wallet and I am somewhat surprised to find at least two one-hundred-dollar bills, a few fifty-dollar bills, and more. I illogically reason that my mother (who died in real life in 2002) had placed the money in my wallet. I have no memory that she had died even though I assume I am my present age.

      I then see another magazine I want. I look through it and find it interesting. It also has at least one story relating to dinosaurs but is seemingly for older readers as well as being thicker. It is supposed to come with a CD, but I decide I will ask at the checkout if they have it. Our youngest son appears to my right as I decide to buy one more thing. I see a few groups of Casper comic books to my left. There are about four different covers (different issues) in the groups. I ask my son if he wants one and he says yes and points to one in another area to the right, but I already have one I find interesting and inform him that it is also larger. It is a fifty-two pages “giant” edition. He seems happy.

      I go to the checkout and there is an unfamiliar cashier who is a female of perhaps fifty. She has gray hair. I remember to ask about the CD. However, when I look at the magazine, which is wrapped in (transparent) plastic, I see the CD is already there. I tell her that I had thought it would be in a jewel case attached to the cover. She looks at me with wary concern and asks if I had put anything on the CD (such as a computer virus, I assume) and I sarcastically ask her how I could have done that, asking her if I used the cover as a computer. Then I consider that technology might very well allow one to use a magazine cover as a computer, which I talk to her about for a very short time, but nothing negative commences and I remain cheerful.

      As I pay, holding my wallet open and taking out a fifty-dollar bill, I notice an unknown female on my right cheerfully looking at the hundred-dollar bills in my open wallet as I hold it up near the counter. It almost seems as if she never saw one before and, slightly wary, I put my wallet away. It turns out however, that she had not been looking at my wallet or even at me; perhaps something on the counter.



      This dream is a very good example of why dreams are nothing like stories. I am looking through a magazine, planning to ask the cashier where the cover CD is. The magazine is somehow then commercially wrapped, implying it always had been (thus I could not have been looking through it even though I was). I then tell the cashier that I thought it would be in a jewel case, which makes no sense as I said this spontaneously and had really not considered it in this manner. Then the cashier asks if I had “put something” on the CD. Obviously, being wrapped, I could not have, and even if I had, I am buying it, so whatever I might have put on it would only be in my possession and with no problem or concern for others.

      Additionally, my mother died in 2002, yet my son, born in 2007, is with me at his present age. My mother only ever lived in America and would not have had Australian money of such an amount to give me, thus making the setting itself ambiguous by location. Omni magazine stopped publication (in print) in Winter 1995. The Casper comic book, though new, was like one from around 1971. The threads of the fictional dream self always seem completely different each time and from many different timelines and temporary false memories.


    11. August 15-16, 2013

      by , 06-12-2017 at 12:09 AM (Fantastical Adventures)
      8/15/13 | Partial Success For Tail
      I was somewhere in this awesome place where it was underwater and the only way to get in was to let go of all your breath at the bottom of the body of water it was located in, and then breathe once you were on the other side of the gate. It had all this amazing stuff. I didn’t want to leave, so I came back several times later. [Nearby Location Skip] I was outside next to the water than housed the secret location when I finally began to grow a tail. I also said to myself that I needed to grow fur. The biggest thing about this tail was that I was a huge step in the right direction; I felt my tail; I felt my hands through it.

      8/16/13 (L) Value: 3 | First False Awakening
      I seriously thought I had woken up, and I wanted to do a RC without moving too much. First, I tried to push my fingers through my left hand with no luck. But then I tried to breathe with my nose plugged and it worked. As soon as I realized I was in a FA, my heart rate spiked and I was frightened for a few seconds. It was just as vivid as real life, except in the dark, and it was harder to see. When I sat up to check my alarm clock, the display showed 8:53 when I pressed the alarm button. (When I truly woke up later in the morning, I pressed the alarm button on my real alarm clock and it happened to be 8:53.) When I looked forward, I demanded the lights to turn on, but it didn’t work. I got up, looked out the window, and walked onto my bed in preparation to break the window to get outside, where there was light on the street. However, I wasn’t fully convinced that I would break the window, so I stopped right before I hit it. When I was going to open it, the thought of growing a tail and fur had crossed my mind. By now, I had mostly calmed down, and the display on the heater said “Corr.” which meant “correction error.” I fixed it, and I sat down next to it(It said 77°F now, as it was that temperature in my real room.), about to grow a tail, and the REM period ended at 3:15 am and I woke up.
      Time: 30-90 seconds
    12. Fragments left

      by , 06-11-2017 at 06:46 PM
      A martial arts group was seeking me. They said they would teach me
      parallel bars if I started a martial arts school with them, and that I would feel
      an experience people felt like when/after they die. I wanted to
      learn parallel bars. In the dream it felt like a cult and I was afraid.

      In a different dream I was doing gymnastics and eating dark chocolate.
      I can't remember if I could taste the chocolate but I think I did a little
      bit, not the same as in real life.

      All else slipped away. Hoping to write my dreams down tomorrow morning. want to
      get back into my dream journal and get a lucid dream. Really wish the dream progressed
      to the parallel bars so I could experience them at least in a dream.
    13. The Not-so-great Photographer

      by , 06-11-2017 at 12:11 PM
      Morning of June 11, 2017. Sunday.



      My wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we are now are at a carnival, though curiously, a group of people are in our house at one point (mostly in our lounge room) who are apparently waiting to enter another area. I do not see them as imposers and even consider how there are not that many people around. There is the typical ambiguity of the setting being an unlikely essence of indoors and outdoors at the same time, a common factor of my dreams since early childhood.

      A photographer is present in a few different scenes. He reminds me of Al, the Italian manager of a pawn shop in La Crosse, who I have not seen in nearly twenty-five years.

      Although some of the photographs he takes seem okay, many are very poorly done, often cutting off the person’s face below the nose. I have the strong impression that the photographs he takes that turn out well are the result of random coincidence.

      Zsuzsanna and I sit to the right of an unknown family. I sit to Zsuzsanna’s right. I assume the photographer is going to take a few good photographs of the scene. However, when I look at them later, I see that my face is only visible above the mouth and in one photograph, the one I look at the longest, both my eyes are closed. I show Zsuzsanna and relate my opinion of this photographer as not being very good. I notice in the last photograph, my right eye is closed and my left eye is open.



      The photographer is of course this dream’s personified preconscious. He is not really confrontational here as in many other dreams. The purpose of the personified preconscious is to initiate the waking transition and in some cases, as here, to give evidence that the dreamer is dreaming. The subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic jerk is only one of several factors in this waking symbolism. The preconscious is more of a biological necessity, though not always personified (for example, is sometimes an animal, sometimes an event or feature of a setting, but always fairly obvious if one understands dreams). The nature of how the preconscious waking factor is rendered, and what character plays the role in a particular dream, sometimes seems completely random. However, looking more deeply, there is usually more than one layer.

      In this case, the photographer is played by a man who worked at a checkout. A checkout is a form of liminal space waking symbolism. (The analogy is that a person is done shopping and ready to return home as akin to leaving the dream state, or “checking out of the dream state”.) This type of hybrid characterization, though always unique, has occurred in thousands of my dreams, with the same waking symbolism and implications.

      It is not that common for me as my personified subconscious (temporary fictional dream self) to be The Sleeper. This element is typically projected as something else, even faulty technology. In the last photograph, one of my eyes is open, which is an emergent consciousness factor. (My mouth is not visible in the photographs as I cannot speak coherently while sleeping.) Zsuzsanna and I are oriented in my dream as we are in bed in reality (that is, she is to my left). There seem to be a few types of instinctual dreaming (non-lucid dream control). In addition to the state where the dreamer knows he is making the dream (and yet does not even remember or know what a dream is), there is the state as here, where the dreamer is more passive to events, yet where there is the subliminal knowledge of being asleep but not direct or creating viable lucidity. There is also a sort of halfway point when I am next to Zsuzsanna, my dream attaining real environmental orientation while still within the dream state (more common and sustained in my childhood dreams).

      Of course, a carnival symbolizes the dream state itself (that is, a place not relevant to the usual day-to-day reality, though my family had been to one recently).


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    14. An Impossible Taxi Ride

      by , 06-11-2017 at 09:49 AM
      Morning of June 11, 2017. Sunday.



      I am riding in the back of a taxi. The driver, a dark-haired male in his thirties, is unfamiliar. Zsuzsanna is with me. There also seems to be at least one unknown female present as a passenger. She makes unusual comments as we ride through a mostly unlit area, as if she is uncertain of the intention of the cab driver or where we are going. We go through an odd area between two exterior (presumably) walls in a more isolated part of the unknown city. The walls are irregular (more like rock faces) and seem to have recesses with unknown features, perhaps living creatures, but this never becomes clear.

      Several different times, the taxi goes up a staircase, similar to the one on Rose Street (but somehow never down one). I do not consider this unusual, even though we somehow are eventually outside and at ground level again, to later ride up another high flight of steps. The last staircase is slightly steeper than the previous but there is never any sense of fear or even wariness.

      Finally, we get out of the taxi on the second floor of an apartment building, apparently where the driver lives. This does not seem unusual to me. (In fact, my dream self had no backstory memory or any destination in mind at any point.) The driver walks over to an unusual “table” in his kitchen, but which looks more like the walls we saw earlier, and is actually like a large irregular rock (though flat on the top) in the shape of a rectangular prism. The driver exclaims “Oh!” (as if surprised by something unseen) and waves his hand, but there is nothing there. He mentions that a wasp had emerged earlier from the “table” and seems to think that this event is also transpiring presently (though it is not). I do not feel threatened or alarmed in any way and calmly mention to all the others that there is nothing there.



      In this dream, the preconscious shows me, several times, the “staircase as consciousness shift” factor (here, as implied waking symbolism). Still, there is no discernible change in the waking transition as such (though in contrast to going up, going down steps typically either vivifies my dream or triggers full lucidity). Even more oddly, he pretends the flight symbol (hypnopompic start precursor) is present in the last scene when I do not see it or feel the “return flight” mood at all. (Obviously, I still eventually wake.)

      It is a general rule that the preconscious becomes more dominant (even aggressive or uncommunicative) over time during a particular sleep cycle. Obviously, this is because waking up is a biological necessity. This did not seem so much like a glitch as a “practice run” inclusive of my usual waking symbolism over the last fifty years.


    15. boring dreams.

      by , 06-11-2017 at 03:45 AM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Party

      Weird dream where I'm walking around some warehouse party. I feel too uncomfortable to talk to anyone. I search the whole place but don't find anyone I recognize.

      Work stuff

      May have been an extension of the previous dream. It took place inside a huge Mcdonald's. C and M were there and I kept flying over them using gravity to get ahead of them. I wind up stealing a quarter pounder off the production line. I fly up somewhere to eat it LOL.

      Weird house

      Me and my brother are visiting some weird guy who has a strange layout to his house. There's a downstairs part where it's a gigantic maze and he has hidden treasures in various places. Me and my brother explore it for a bit. We wind up outside with the guy. He says he's christian but me and my brother scoff at that since his house was filled with occult books and orbs. He then starts praying in a weird language. Me and my brother just look at him weird.

      FA, Some people I don't recognize are in my room. A man is cleaning up after some girl who seems to be sick and he starts apologizing to me for her ruining my room. I later go to explore the house but I don't recognize what house I'm in.