non-lucid

I'm in an arcade at a mall, I play a crane machine and easily win a big snack. A young girl comes in an is looking around and ask me what my favorite games here are. I tell her the crane machine and a few other games that have actual prizes. She seems to like that reasoning and me. I offer her some of the snack I just won but she declines telling me she's lactose intolerant. Hearing this I pull a lactaid out and offer her the pill and the rest of my snack. She accepts happily. At some point I head home to my grandparents.

I'm at my grandparents house, there are a lot of guest over and my grandparents and some of the guest are going out. Judging by what those who are leaving are wearing they must be going to the beach. The guest, many are cousins and some are friends I only know online, are spread out all over the house and property, and I'm worried trying to watch after them all because of the vampires. Luckily for me the vampires are scared of me and run at the sight of me and I know they only intend on one target today; Someone I only know online, let's call him Evan Wrong. I walk the property trying to take note of where everyone is and keeping an eye out for vampires. I don't find Evan but am pretty sure my presence is keeping the vampire away.

2017, 06-04

The Dark Mirror

I am in a place I don’t recognize. It is a cave of some kind. I hear the sound of the ocean from one direction so I follow that sound. There is light getting into the cave from various places where cracks have penetrated through to the outside. I follow the sound of the ocean and emerge on a ledge that is high up over the ocean below. And I’m not alone there. MoSh is there with me. He says we have to find the mirror. At first that doesn’t make any sense, but then I remember something about a mirror in someone’s inner world that was allowing Templars to attack. I pinch my nose and I find I can still breathe, I’m dreaming. I tell MoSh that he’s dreaming and he says he already knows that. We search around on the ledge and connecting caves until we find a place where there is an outcropping of rock reaching over the sea. On the outcropping is what appears to be a mirror, but the mirror is totally black with no reflection. MoSh says that’s it, and he wants to go kick some Templar ass. I go to the mirror and plant a couple timed explosives on it. We both go through, then the explosives detonate behind us and shatter the mirror, destroying the portal behind us.

On the other side of the mirror we are in another strange place. There are Templars all around, and it seems to be a wide-open area outside, I really don’t get a very good look at the surroundings because it’s dark and MoSh and I get attacked right away. MoSh tells them to leave Bjork alone, though at that point I couldn’t think who Bjork was. No matter, they shouldn’t be harassing anyone, so now they would all pay. As we are attacked I focus on using Battery by Metallica to call down bolts of lightning on the enemies. In spite of there being so many of them, the Templars seem to die pathetically easily. When they die they disappear from the dream. I focus on the song Damage, Inc. by Metallica and throw fireballs at many of the Templars. I then transform my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and start cutting Templars down in large numbers as they attack. The Templars are attacking using an assortment of blasters and also melee weapons such as swords and battle axes, though none of the weapons seem particularly effective. I focus on the song Phantom Lord by Metallica and create an expanding wall of fire that incinerates many Templars. Soon it looks like any Templars left are retreating, and MoSh tells them they’d better not come back!

After the fight is over MoSh is saying we need to make sure the mirror is gone from Bjork’s inner world so they can’t use her any more. My mind still isn’t remembering who Bjork is, but I say that’s fine, I’ll try to get back to where we saw the mirror. I focus on Through the Never by Metallica and both MoSh and I go through the resultant portal. On the other side we are once again on the rocky outcropping that reaches out from tall cliffs over a deep blue ocean. It is a quite beautiful sight. There is a pile of rubble on the rocky outcropping where I know there used to be a mirror. I point to the rubble and tell MoSh that the mirror is history. Just to make sure I drop a fireball on the rubble and turn it all to ash. MoSh says he hopes that takes care of things. Everything fades to black as I wake up.

Fight

I'm in a huge battle around Bjork's inner world. Me and Raven knight are destroying Remote viewers with song spells. Raven is switching songs rapidly.. lots of metallica. My song was more guitar riffs, I was playing something similar to the four horsemen by metallica. The remote viewers died way too easily. I guess their bark is worse than their bite.

Briefly lucid

I was walking in some neighborhood during daytime and decided to take a shortcut through someone's house. Going inside I became lucid because I don't take shortcuts through someone's home. I walked away from the back patio. I walked through a kitchen back to a living room and found the front door open as I left it and walked through it. my memory fades after.

Bjork

I'm tunneling with a pick axe like in minecraft. I am creating an underground route to Bjork's place so no one can follow me there. It's like a direct underground tunnel from my inner world to hers. I finally bust through a wall and find Bjork sitting on a couch. I tell her I'm sorry but I can't stop wanting to see her. I keep repeating: Can't stop. She says it's okay she can't stop as well and that she loves me... yes she said that. I kind of went into rant mode talking about naguals and other crap I don't believe in trying to downplay what she said. Kind of dumb of me, but my dream self gets into a mode where he likes to hear himself talk, luckily I woke up before i put my foot in my mouth any further.

Kitten

I'm walking past Cultus lake in Chilliwack and I'm holding a white kitten tightly. The kitten is Bjork in animal form I'm wanting to show her the town where I grew up in. I wake up before I can show her much.

Park

I'm wandering in a park with a giant hill. Somebody hands me a giant scroll that says Wikileaks on it. It's thousands of posts by various people. I wonder if I will come across anything by Jamie, and old friend. Instead.... You guessed it, a post by Bjork shows up. one has a 3D clay pot where I reach in and feel something inside of it. I go to pull it out but I wake up.

There is no Bathroom

Walking down a residential street and I have to take a leak. I wind up in a park that has a public bathroom. I go through the door labelled boys, but inside is a room where kids are sleeping. There's no toilet anywhere and a man walks in and tells me to get out. I ask him if this is a bathroom? and he ays it's the boys dorm for kids camp. I get annoyed at that and walk out.

Work argument

I'm in the employees lounge at mcdonalds.The room is a little bigger and I'm on my laptop. D, who was mouthing me off on facebook over dumb stuff said my name. I told him if he wants to have a talk about my performance at work we should have the store manager present to avoid a loud argument. He starts ranting at me and behind him I see Asuka disguised as Manager R run into the women's bathroom and give me a knowing look and half closes the door, she's ready to get him in trouble if he crosses the line/ He's asking if I ratted him out to C the consultant. I said yes, and then he starts swearing. I tell him I think he read what he wanted to into my facebook posts and took it out of context. I start ranting myself when I wake up.

Since I did not write the moment I woke up, they're all lost in my mind right now. And I forgot to update yesterday.

03/06/2017
College
So, I was in college; the bedroom was very girly and my roomates were three korean girls, all of them really cute and sweet. I asked them what they think about Japan, they say they went there and loved it, because it was so clean and better than Korea. One of them makes me sweet bread. So, I fall in love with this guy, I am a little confused if he was redhead or not; another guy, a more handsome one, blonde, blue eyes, is in love with me. He seems like he wants to do skinship and maybe sex with me, I tell him he's exactly my type but I refuse it anyways. He seemed very sweet but got a little disappointed. Later on, I take a look at the dormitory, almolst everyone is sleeping, it seriously looks like a big hungover. As I walk, the room doors are all open, and I see a guy sleeping all naked, with his bum showing. There's a carpet next to each door, and they seem to reflect the personality of each room. It seems like Iggy Azalea is my friend and studies at the same college I do (lmao), and she's having a little rivalry with Azealia Banks (just like in real life), but since SHE's my friend, I feel like I should take sides with her if something happens.

04/06/2017
The Sims Dream - First Dream after I woke up at 4:00
I was with my cousin sitting on a tree at my Grandma's farm, and we started discussing about SimCity; I remember talking about how the creators were trying to make the game appeal to the lgbt community or something. So I took a close look at the game (now the game became the ground) and saw that some bridges in the game had the shape of genital organs, but of course, it was a dream, so the dreamy genital organs looked nothing like real life ones.


My Chemical Romance - Second dream after I woke up at 8:00
So I dreamed about a handsome boy I had a crush on, he was kinda emo, but handsome (although I don't remmeber clearly, but all boys in my dreams I have a crush on are handsome), and we were in a house and I had my laptop; me, him and his friends we sitting down and I was playing popular songs from the past to see if they remembered the names and singers, etc. Then I was going to play MCR's Helena, but I changed my mind and decided to play Welcome to the Black Parade. Before I played I fucked up something, but then it started to play, but they all kinda ignored me and went to my grandma's bedroom (but this one is the other grandma) and I insisted and followed them and played the song, well, they didn't give a fuck.

Blood
This was not a dream itself, it was part of one of the previous dreams, but I don't remember which cause I am a stupid hoe. Anyways, I had to have my blood collected, so I was in this clinic with two guys, one of them was fat and kind, the other one was a woman; I am not sure, but I THINK I was talking about how hard it is everytime I have to get my blood collected for blood tests, because it's soooo hard to make my veins pop out, so usually they have to use 6 needles until they get blood enough (this actually happens in real life).

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Time for interpretation XD

Redhead -> My real life platonic love is a redhead, although I live far away from him now, everytime I hear his name I get so nervous feel like I'm gonna puke my heart out. Just the day before, I was thinking about how awesome I would be if I had a mutual dream with him;

He wants to do skinship and sex with me but I refuse it -> In real life, I repress my sexuality a lot for personal reasons, so I think because of that, I dream a lot with situations involving sex;

Grandma's farm -> I have a lot of dreams located at my grandma's farm since I was a kid;

SimCity -> Game me and my cousin were playing not too long ago (same cousin from the dream);

MCR -> Just yesterday I was listening to My Chem's songs and watched a movie called "Suicide Room" and it was about an emo boy.

I'm gonna realize I'm dreaming everytime these appear:
-Sex situations
-Grandma's farm

A visit.

I'm in the lobby of Cowboys casino where I occasionally play poker on my weeks off. A dog approaches me. It's C's dog Daisy the mother of my dog. She has a strange white knitted dog skirt on her. I pet her and rub her belly. C comes up to me and we leave in her van driving around. I forget what happens after.

Court

I get badly beaten by remote viewers dressed as cops. I wind up in a courtroom with Bjork. She's ordering a restraining order and give a bunch of false testimonies against me. I'm given a chance to speak so I tell the court she's not even herself it's all manipulation by the remote viewers. I play a video for them of Bjork in a strange market, A person at a stand who has a dark aura give a sales pitch for a large flat item which she buys and then takes home. I then say that is how they got into her house to control her. Everyone looks at me like I'm insane. Judge rules I'm not to go near Bjork's house and that a shield will be put up with armed guards to keep her safe. They ask me what do I say to that: Piece of cake.

Animal Guide

I'm going for a walk with my dog but I'm in a wheel chair because I can't walk from the beating. I'm on a street like one in chilliwack when a Lion crosses our path. My dog is suddenly off leash and approaches the lion. I am terrified that i will see my dog die. the lion acknowledges him but doesn't harm him. I turn my wheel chair around and the lion crosses my path. I am wondering why he isn't eating me or my dog right now. He just stys blocking my path not doing anything as if he's trying to tell me something. Note: When Asuka used to get attacked a lot I would get dream of a dog biting my arm. I'm curious if this is a similar messenger from Bjork?

I was an assassin with some berber folks (i listen so much tinariwen these days) and we were heading home to the masyaf castle that is among cliffs and stones, looked different from the assassins creed games tho, there was to deep pits of water or big valleys , just a pile of cliff until the horizon of the dream. There was a simple suburb next to masyaf though which was pretty weird.
I started parkouring among the cliffs, felt good , i could jump down from higher ledges and not hurt myself at all and i just jumped and parkour around on the stones and cliffs.

I had a nightmare I've had before. I am in a strange car and Lee (foster father) was driving me somewhere. I was in his car at least 30 minutes. Then we were on a bridge and he was very close to the edge and I don't know if there was water under the bridge. He was driving fast trying to kill me and him. I knew it was the second time it was happening but it didn't register that it was a dream.

Suddenly I was on the ice wearing white figure skates, Lee was taunting me. I did a single toe loop jump and a cross leg spin. There were other people on the ice, only females but they were androgynous. Suddenly I was in a house talking to "Susan" but he or she wasn't Susan. I asked if I could go figure skating, and whoever it was didn't answer.

This was a dream I've had many times. Bridges to me represent teleportation; going from one place to another very quickly. I was instantly on the ice and away from Lee. The ice is one of my dream symbols/dream patterns and if the symbol ice was interpreted symbolically it could have meant elvish heartbreak, but I've been waiting and waiting to do figure skating and I was sad in the dream because a part of me knew it was just a dream and I wasn't really on the ice. Yet the front of my mind didn't realize, or I would have stayed on the rink longer and blocked out Lee and looked for Michael and Gabriel and remembered what they looked like.

My dream incubation question was: What is my path back home, to the place in Heaven I was born by the two first archangels, and when I will see Stephen. I don't think this nightmare answered the question but reminded me to be calm, as ice to me symbolizes peace (ice skating always calmed me down back when I did it). I'm going to wait for a series of dreams and going to keep on asking the question/meditating on my spiritual Christian path until God speaks to me in a dream.

Morning of June 3, 2017. Saturday.



I am in an unknown and unfamiliar setting, lying on my left side on a bed that is unrealistically large. It seems to be late morning.

There are several other unfamiliar people in the room, though I do not perceive them as imposers or annoying in any way. There is also at least one young girl to the left standing on the floor, though near a young Hispanic female who seems to be a teacher and is also on the large bed. The implied teacher has some sort of curious device that seems related to computer technology yet is more like an abacus with spherical drops of water as the counters. Over time, I watch the beautiful silvery imagery of the pure water droplets moving smoothly across the horizontal abacus rod by themselves, almost as if inferring a clock or timer of some sort, yet also somehow seemingly linked to the back of a desktop computer. Still, I also get the impression that the Hispanic female is involved in using them at times for actual mathematics. She reminds me of a young Sonia Manzano (perhaps about twenty); (Maria from “Sesame Street”).

After a time, my dream self seems oddly unlinked to my intent (even though I am otherwise fully within my dream self’s imaginary “physical body”). I want to communicate with, and become closer to, the Inducer (personified higher unconscious). Instead, my dream self becomes my personified preconscious (which is extremely rare in non-lucid dreams of this type). I spontaneously start singing, “Like a moth to a flame…” in a higher pitch (sounding somewhat like a young teenager), my dream suddenly shifting, becoming more vivid, yet with the Inducer seeming annoyed and deliberately taking the child and the water induction abacus away from the area. Knowing this, I am already entering peaceful dark and undefined liminal space, but quickly shifting into my full conscious awareness.

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This dream is very atypical regardless of having the usual water induction and “return flight” waking symbolism. I rarely shift into becoming the personified preconscious in this way. (Usually, the personified preconscious is a different dream character, completely unrelated to the conscious self. In fact, even my emergent consciousness is sometimes projected as another dream character until waking coalescence occurs.)

However, I am already in bed (in my dream) to prepare to wake for real. I had already enjoyed the (biological) healing continuity of the spherical water droplets imagery. Singing “like a moth to a flame” is a metaphor for the temporary dream self (moth in flight related to the hypnopompic jerk of the waking mechanism) merging into the whole conscious self identity (the flame) and “dying”. The song itself is apparently fictional even though I was sure it was a classic country song by Leroy Van Dyke. The lyric is in “Four Walls” (Jim Reeves) but is a different tempo and melody. (It may be related to the first line of “Four Walls”; “Out where the bright lights are glowing”, as my family and I had just spent the day and evening at a carnival on the outskirts of town.)

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It's cold and gloomy in Finland, so I decide to teleport somewhere nice and end up on a beach somewhere near Brazil. I see tourists around, it's 5pm here and sun is scorching me. I'm a little worried because I burn easily, but I love the place in front of me. A tropical island, beach with a raised wooden walkway that occasionally touches sand, waterfalls and a jungle. I realize I have another ability. If I get a running start, I can launch myself in any direction and glide down. I jump up the waterfall, dive into a big pool and all that. Gliding around is great too. After a while I teleport back to Finland, to a school that doesn't look familiar. I meet Meri, a pretty girl I used to know. I tell her about my teleporting. Her expression made me feel like she didn't believe me, but she didn't say that. I teleported home too and met my dead cat, Nuka. I petted her for a moment and teleported back to the tropical island.

Morning of June 2, 2017. Friday.



I am on the porch of the Barolin Street house (where my wife Zsuzsanna and I and our children have not lived in real life for years) in Bundaberg. However, in my dream, it is implied to be in Cubitis (where I have not lived since 1978).

Even though my dream self is probably implied to be around forty-six years old (I am presently fifty-six), there is also an ambiguous hybrid facet of my fifteen-year-old self. There is a small bookcase on the south side of the porch facing south (though north in the Cubitis orientation), where no bookcase ever was in reality. It is within the open area rather than the back of the bookcase being against a wall. I am vaguely focused on a dream journal as well as a textbook and a couple other books, including a volume from a set of encyclopedias. (These books were in the lower shelf.)

Now and then, I shift into my teenage focus. I look out through the porch windows toward where the neighbors have just driven back to their house. They are walking around near their car, which is parked just outside of their small open carport and facing their carport. Thus, as is typical of this recurring dream scenario, I first see only Lisa’s parents and wonder what is going on.

After a time, I am more within my older perspective and looking at the books again. Still, Lisa appears, having phased through the side of the porch. I acknowledge her presence as she stands facing me, though she remains behind the back of the bookcase. When I look up at her, she seems to be about twelve years old.

Curiously, I notice that she has an animated tattoo on her forehead which has two frames (at the rate of about one per two seconds). The tattoo is somewhat pale and transparent with an embossed essence rather than having much contrast or color, though I can still read the larger of the two frames. It reads as “LOST GIRL” (in uppercase). I do not consider this to be strange at all though I also do not consider any meaning of any kind. The second frame, when it appears in the animation sequence, is not written large enough to read from where I am seated. It appears seemingly as an address (possibly of a dance studio) as on an envelope. To the lower left of the “envelope address” is what looks like a small icon of Earth with a pair of wings. It seems we are both in the process of moving. She stands attentively but we do not speak much.

The preconscious in this dream is of a very atypical essence. It almost seems to be awaiting instructions rather than initiating the waking mechanism, though me facing the bookshelf implies my thinking abilities emerging, thus the preconscious may have already “done its job” by remaining behind the bookcase as I face it.

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There are several meanings (layered meanings in addition to the native real-time meaning), none of which are significant to my present conscious self status. Firstly, it could be a residual thread of how I view people who believe in vicarious “dream interpretation” as “lost” (as I am near a bookcase and with a dream journal), though who am I to judge people who, for whatever reason, believe that things like chiromancy, tasseography, or reading ‘possum bones in a circle cast in the dirt somehow “works” for them. On a personal level, it may simply mean no longer being my teenage self in Florida and the residual effect of traumatic transitions that will always remain a part of my life experience regardless of how happy and loved I have been most of my life, especially over the last twenty-five years.

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• Contrived convenience: Contrived convenience is a common type of erroneous dream rendering where the presumed errors in memory are based on the real-time linear convenience of the particular dream. If not for contrived convenience, many settings, features, and events in dreams could not be perceived by the dream self at all. For example, in this case, seeing the activities of my Cubitis neighbors near their small carport would not have been possible if my dream had correctly rendered the liminal space factor as my Cubitis home’s carport rather than the Barolin Street house’s porch (as the real-life limited view from the Cubitis carport was only to the north, and only partly west and east). Also erroneous is how Lisa somehow came onto the porch through the porch’s side. That is, she somehow phased through the porch wall (and windows), which is where my dream self’s attention was focused, rather than entering normally through the porch door which would have been somewhere off to my right (where I never directly looked). (This term is also used to describe “reality” or linear time as experienced by an individual but I will not get into that here.)
• Dream sign (dream journal): A dream sign (my systemic definition only) is a carryover of the conscious self’s current status of being unconscious and within the dream state. The most obvious type is being in bed. Others include not wearing shoes or socks, being undressed in public, a bed in an incorrect location, and even thoughts of one’s dream journal. Dream signs, like so many other features and events in dreams, have nothing to do with erroneous beliefs in “interpretation” (in the common misuse as a synonym for meaning) that is still so popular with the public.
• Flight symbol: Flight symbols occur as waking symbolism in over one in five of my non-lucid dreams (closer to one in four, or at least over twenty percent) in the tens of thousands of my non-lucid dreams that I have documented and closely studied and decoded. This is obviously because of the subliminal yet anticipatory nature of the purely biological hypnopompic jerk or sleep start, that is, the perception of falling as a natural shift in consciousness from sleeping to waking that often occurs even in infants. It is hard for me to accept that there are people who believe that biological dream dynamics have some sort of “interpretation”.
• Personified Preconscious: The personified preconscious is typically a dominant dream character of a very specific recognizable essence of whom, while usually a different character (either male or female), initiates either the unification, disruption, or cessation (depending on the unique dream self incarnation) of the dream self’s transmutation into whole consciousness within the waking transition. The waking mechanism might be based on anything from activating more threads of the current conscious self identity with augmented emotions (for example, the dream self getting aggravated by feeling imposed upon by a trait unrelated to current conscious self identity) to blissful coalescence (for example, hugging the personified preconscious and feeling bliss or love in coalescence). The preconscious is transpersonal, sometimes the opposite of the conscious self identity, and is often completely unrelated to the current conscious self’s persona or identity (contrary to the ridiculous belief that every dream character comes from current conscious self identity or status, which could not be more wrong).
• Porch as liminal space: A porch as a dream setting is usually a real time metaphor of my dream self’s transition into wakeful consciousness. It represents the state between being in a house (temporary limited dream self’s perspective) and the outside world (conscious self identity’s perspective). It is a factor of my most common waking symbolism, which I have fully validated thousands of times since early childhood.

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Date of Dream: SAT 3 JUN


Dream No. 125 - Boarding The Plane

Although the girls in my year level were 17 or 18 years old, they were classified to be in year 7 in this dream. I remember we were at some unknown airport and boarding a plane to head back home. One group was the class of St. Gerard and St. John. It was strange because each homeroom could have fit on a plane separately but instead, it was decided that some St. John girls would go with the majority of St. Gerard and vice versa. The dream was so well simulated with waking life that even our year 7 homeroom teachers, Mrs C and Mr B were there with the correct class.

So what was I doing? Once again, I was trying to find access to the boarding area via stairs. I did manage to find a small, cold stairwell and catch up to the rest of the year level. When we got on the plane, I remember another teacher, Mr CB making some comment that the route home wasn't going to be as simple as I thought... I forgot his exact words in the dream. That's all I can remember.

Getting my sleeping schedule back to normal... Which will be adjusted again when I start nights next week.

Confused

Kind of a divergent dream. I'm standing in a kitchen or on top of a wooden landing. In both versions a woman is pointing to a ladder which I go to climb down. In the kitchen version it's Asuka who is making herself look like bjork because she knows I like her looks, and there is also a trap door in the floor where the ladder is. In the wooden landing version it's bjork, but her smile is a little less sincere, a smile that is only trying to conceal something else. It's almost as if she's telling me to leave almost the way you tell a drunken customer that he's not only overstayed his welcome and is on the verge of causing an embarrassing scene - that he has already almost crossed the line. But what that line is: I'm not sure... I don't have much to go on as usual, no context, just half remembered dreams and tail ends of conversations that don't say as much and are as ambiguous as ever. She is also smiling in a way that says," come back tomorrow or another day when you are more yourself and we can conduct our business as usual." But what that business is exactly is a mystery wrapped inside and enigma and buried in so deep in Pandora's box that I could spend a lifetime, no... an ETERNITY trying to solve without more information or proper information...

I think what asuka is doing is kind of replaying the scene and trying it make it a more happy moment. I guess that's a better thing for Asuka to do, instead of giving bjork a series of nightmares.

Creepy Hospital

Well, I've worn myself out typing that last dream so I will type the rest with less detail. In this dream I am outside a hospital that is a top secret military science gone wrong hospital. No outsider is allowed in and I'm with a bunch of protestors outside the fence clamoring to be let in. Me and another passerby have a small conversation about it at some point. we both agree that we saw a large skin sample being carried by a window that was made up of pig and human. At one point a giant black baby with acidic skin crawls out of the window and burns the grass. People in hazmat suits with flamethrowers burn it to a crisp. Disturbing.

I get bored of this somehow and check my phone. I'm on a bjork app where she is about to have a live chat with her fans on the app. I immediately want to ask her about my dreams. Does she think I'm mad for having them? Does she still pay attention to dreams? Does she remember me in her dreams? etc etc. But I decide not to, because I remember she already has a history of stalkers. The last thing I wanna do is scare her with strange questions so I put my phone away.

FA, I get out of a sleeping bag by the hospital. K from work walks by and says we better head to work soon. but instead I find a trapdoor that leads me to a basement where Alex Jones is living and is doing a live broadcast on the hospital. He says I can watch TV on one of his monitors. I begin watching one but he changes the channel and I give his shit for changing it because the show was getting good dammit. He just shrugs and continues his broadcast.

Dark Tower Craft


Third person perspective dream of me watching. Roland from The Dark Tower and his Ka tet consisting of Jake, Eddie and Susannah are in a land rover driving by a mountain. Oy is running behind the vehicle. At the base of the mountain right below a sand cliff. They run into a Zergling Hatchery and get pulled under ground by a tentacle. I'm supposed to save them so I send a bunch of dragoons to destroy the Hatchery. they start getting killed from Sunken colony tendrils. I look and can't see any sunken colonies, but I spot that the earth is different in a line directly behing the Hatchery. so I shoot a gun at the line and kill all of the sunken colonies. I am about to spawn more dragoons when the dream ends.

I thought I was in Europe...Italy. I was in a house during a party eating good healthy organic food. Then we were all in my house eating food in my dad's refrigerator (this was a false wake up). Then I saw a purse that wasn't mine in my room. Then I was in a different house and a guy tried to rape me and I defended myself. I kicked him and grabbed his feet and pulled him down. Then I smoked weed with a peaceful guy. He showed me how to take a hit without burning my thumb.

I really thought this was real, more than usual. The guy tried to rape me again and this time I let him, and later thought he had HIV. Later at night I saw huge rocks in my house. I don't remember but one was silvery and purple and translucent. There were some medium sized ones and some small ones. Demons made me put a lot of them in my mouth. I took them out of my mouth but swallowed a few. Again, I thought it was real and God was taking the rocks back.

In another version of my series of rock dreams I was in a store and saw a huge purple amethyst. I wanted it but it cost about 2,000 dollars. If I'm right, it represents 2,000 years, that I am older than 2,000 years and that years = money.

Dreaming about special rocks = being a precious gem of God. That I will find my gifts from God. Also smoking weed in a dream after a long time of not doing it in real life for a long time was very reassuring. I know once I smoked DMT with a girl in a dream.

There were other dreams of rocks. The main difference was the rocks were different. Different sizes and colors. I wanted to keep them but I woke up and they were gone.

Date of Dream: FRI 2 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 124 - Separated Sections

Dream 124 A - A Balance Sheet
I remember I was doing an accounting balance sheet but I forgot specifically for what though. That's all I can remember.

Dream 124 B - Nobody Wants Me
This dream took place on the grounds of Camelot Rise Primary School. I was in a classroom and apparently my friend EH was supposed be having a birthday party. I caught sight of the cake which was iced a vivid red colour with a green leaf on it, almost like it was the design of a tomato. As I was looking at the cake, some girl came up to me and started making these attacking comments on how I want that cake all to myself. I felt unwanted by anyone and so I walked out of the room feeling disappointed, I didn't think EH took notice though and so she may have even been oblivious to the fact that I was being talked to like that in the first place.

I was then walking around the school grounds for a while, now looking for WB but I couldn't see her anywhere. At one point, I thought I saw her walking out of another classroom but I said to myself, “that girl looks too black to be WB” because in waking life, her skin is brown, not black. So I assumed that I didn't see her. I then looked into another classroom and saw JS sitting on the floor within a group of random kids that I don't know.

It was becoming time to go home and so I went down to King Arthur Drive to try and locate the bus. I soon realised that I had to go to Galahad Crescent to catch the bus, which thankfully hadn't left yet. On my way, I saw LB and like usual, she was giving me the typical dirty look. I then got to the bus area and only when I got on the bus, I saw WB sitting in a circle with her friends in a tucked away corner. Her friends and her were supposedly hiding from me. When I looked through the window I saw her, like she was staring at me, her eyes composed like they were half way out of her sockets. She was slowly nodding her head up and down. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 124 C - Monster Children
The first part of this dream took place on the grounds of Camelot Rise Primary School. The only difference is that WB and I spoke more in this dream. I have forgotten what specifically happened in this dream scene.

The next dream scene takes place in a large, clean, friendly looking jail cell. There are all these kids in the call and there are four of them that are known as the “monster children”, one of them I can remember being AQ. The reason they were known as “monster children” was due to the heavy manipulation of their physical appearance and also the fact that they have a reputation of harmful behaviour when by themselves.

The dream scene then shifted to outside the jail cell where Logan from SML was on his way to becoming a monster child himself. I forgot what he was doing to bring about that idea though. Then the dream moved over to showing the supernanny Jo Frost, almost like she was going live on TV. She said she couldn't be with Logan directly because the contract between them expired thirteen years ago. Also, Jo Frost was strangely manipulated in appearance, like she had aged by 20+. She had exactly the same appearance as in waking life but her hair was grey and she had heaps of wrinkles. So she was now giving Logan some “positive encouragement” about his current position in life. The theory was that this “positive encouragement” would detract his subconscious attention from the actions that a monster child would portray.

The dream then went back to Logan's area and showed that he was in a better state of mind. He was walking over to this “party machine” that looked like a luggage x-ray device at an airport. Apparently this machine had six settings and one of them was for balloons to be blown up. He then activated another setting which would blow out glitter and small bits of confetti out of one of the chimneys on the machine. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Date of Dream: THU 1 JUN



Dream No. 123 - The Kitten Craze

All of the dream took place in my old house. I was in my bed with a giant Super Mario and giant Dr. Neo Cortex plush toy. While trying to give them equal amounts of affection, I heard my mum yelling at my brother somewhere else in the house. As I was in bed, I was planning what I was going to say to my mum in defence. I eventually got out of bed, swung the bedroom door open and jumped out of the bedroom while shouting “engarde!”. When I question my mum, she denied yelling at NB but I threatened her with something, I forgot what though, and she gave up on denying. I then went back into my bedroom to pick some clothes to wear. I had a range of clothes in my wardrobe but what's weird is that some of the ones I picked were size 26.

I then was in the kitchen and our cat Geej was there. I look over to the Christmas tree in the sitting and the grey cat is sitting under it. I then came to the conclusion the Geej and the grey cat had kittens, five of them. I eventually got to see what these kittens looked like. They were all mostly white with just tiny patches of grey and ginger. Apparently there was going to be some sort of welcome ceremony held for these kittens. This ceremony was set up in the kitchen, with these kittens being in a tub of greeny-bluey looking, jelly-like water. One part of the ceremony is where my dad's friend GC was going to read a bible passage. On the completion of him reading it, my dad complains from the couch, saying he would have rather preferred a Christian passage than a Jewish passage.

My mum went up to take the bible from GC and I followed. At the end, I ended up having the bible and reading the passage. I do remember that this passage was distinguishing between goodness and badness. The bible had more of a layout like a children's storybook with some very good artwork in there. I remember enjoying reading the passage. When I was done, Gavin was amazed and made the comment that he wanted to get me on TV. The dream then skipped to my mum saying that some of the kittens had to be put up for adoption and I was a bit sad about this. Apparently five young stranger girls came and took a kitten each out the front door.

The dream scene then changed to something unimaginable. Both my grandma and Ms D were playing together in a playground! I came up to my grandma and was returning her sunglasses to her. Then my mum made a big fuss about how I was being so nice by giving them back. I don't remember if anything else happened in this dream.