non-lucid

I was sitting with my friend in his house, and we were watching TV. There was some kind of action movie. Suddenly we were both sucked into the movie. His role changed to villain, and my role was a cop. At first we wanted to find out what's going on, so we sat in one car and drove around the city.

It looked like a mix of a real city my friend is living in, New York and in some places Hongkong. There was no big change in people's appearance. Suddenly, another car appeared and villains started to shoot at us from it. Friend gave me his phone, and I started to check what can I do with it.

I pressed a button, and everything moved in slow motion. There was a weird menu, with "Skills" section, and "Press (C) button". We both could see it. I tried to open it, and I did it. There were options to: "Upgrade weapon skills", "Upgrade driving skills", "Upgrade melee skills" and "Upgrade health". I have chosen to upgrade driving skills, and our car was moving so quick that we easily outrun enemies.

However, the speed was so high that I just fallen out of the car through a window. It made me mad, I ran for a while and stolen a motorbike to chase my friend. He also changed his vechicle - he also chosen a motorbike, though much better than mine.

I was chasing him on the streets. People gave us no attention. Once he quickly made a turn, while I drove on a ramp, and flied high to the sky. I decided to change my situation, brought back the menu and teleported to one of the streets. Luckily, there was a military helicopter just waiting for me. Finding the villain was just a matter of time, and when I found him, I shot him down with a rocket. Then I landed.

Suddenly with friend we were both back at his house. We turned the TV off, and decided to leave the building. His family appeared. It was dark and cold evening outside. I forgotten that I have my jacket left inside, and went back to take it. Then I realised that for some reason I had two jackets with me. I took them both, sat on a motorbike and drove back to my house.

When I reached my destination, I parked the motorbike, entered the building and went to a living room. For some reason, my teacher was sitting there and reading a newspaper. My sisters were there too, but they weren't giving the teacher any attention. Suddenly the teacher spoken: "I saw your article. Congratulations!". This felt somehow weird, as I weren't writing anything for a newspaper.

I just left the room, went to a kitchen, and saw another of my friends. He was holding a baby in his hands, and said "Let's go for a walk!". We went to the streets, and moved through darkness. The friend gave me the baby, and then I decided that it would be best if I went back house. And so I did, the friend continued on his way.

When I entered my house, my older sister appeared. She was mad at me because I took the baby.

Pikmin 2 was one of my favorite games of my childhood. Sure the original Pikmin is a classic, but the second one just ups the antie in every category. Better graphics. More to do. More enemies. Usually I completely stop dreaming about games once I stop playing them. I've pretty much given up Minecraft completely and as such I no longer have any of those minecraft-themed dreams. This game however, seems different in that regard. I stopped playing it years ago but it still comes back in my dreams from time to time. I feel like I dream of this game a lot more than I care to mention, though I must get the memories of the game mixed up with the actual game.

I recall landing in a new, undiscovered hub world. The world was very green and organic with lots of ferns, mossy rockts and water hazards. Kind of the same vibe as perplexing pool/distant spring. I had a full balanced party of pikmin and for some reason there were white and purple pikmin onions.

I recall it being rather small. There were lots of 'treasures' I needed to get. I remembered one of them was a screw, and another was an integrated circuit chip. But there were also lots of difficult enemies. (In the game, the treasures are man-made items.)

There seemed to be a lot of hard enemies and the world started to give me a creepy vibe. Then it turned out that ghosts were enemies. (In pikmin, whenever you defeat an enemy, a ghost rises up from them and fades.) Some of my pikmin died, but then I found out I could whistle and control my pikmin ghosts. (When Pikmin die, they produce ghosts that fade too.) but in this version, the ghosts didn't fade and you had to use them to fight.

I found a dungeon entrance as the day was coming to an end and remember thinking that I didn't recall this area ever being in the game before but 'remembered' that I had installed a mod for the game that added more areas.

I went into the dungeon. The first floor was made entirely of sand, with a few water hazards and some easier enemies. I began to clear it out. My ghost pikmin had reverted to normal pikmin. Everything seemed to be going okay until a Man-At-Legs boss appeared. Though he wasn't normal. He had this big metal eye shaped thing on him and he had two guns rather than one. He could also project force feilds.

I thought about something that I had made in LittleBigPlanet. But my thoughts returned to the game. I remembered this was my favorite boss, but he was also pretty easy if you knew how to fight him. I pulled my regular strategy and even with his upgrades, he was no match for me.

I found the gate to the next floor. The game said that I was now on floor 6. Weird. It was a metal dungeon theme now, and it was dark. There were no enemies on this floor, just lots of loot. That was, until I found a raging long legs. I fought him off too, but he killed one of my commanders in a single hit.

I then found the next gate and went to the next floor. This was floor 13.1. It was a typical dirt theme with some big stones. There was a blue empress bulblax that was really hard to fight. So many bosses! And weird variations of bosses that were harder. I forgot what happened after this.

I recall a lucid where I was fighting Wolverine, like the comic book character in the front yard of my house. I was semi lucid and I was fighting using my blades to block his claws, but he kept regenerating.

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Somehow related to this was a dream about Marcus. he had built this silver suit that sort of looked like an Iron Man suit only it had a big cannon/light in the middle of the forehead rather than the head. He was flying in this suit above a near-future looking city in an intense rain/thunderstorm.

Then King Gidorah came out of the ocean and the two started fighting. I was watching the fight in third-person. Though I was also standing on a peir a long way away from the fight.

The cannon in his head started charging and these radiator panels folded out. He shot this giant energy ray that knocked Gidorah back right through the center of the city destroying all the skyscrapers and basically cutting the entire city in half.

Morning of August 2, 2015. Sunday.



There is a small hill on the side of a larger hill sloped down to my left with a single tree growing on the top and a small cave within the smaller hill that is slightly to the left at first. Looking more closely upon approach, tree roots hang down from the ceiling of the cave. This creates somewhat of an unusual impression that I cannot put words to. It gives me pause to think that, even though the tree is possibly very old, many of its roots are exposed within the cave, even more-so by anyone who wants to mess about in the cave. In fact, I even get the impression of an unsavory character looking around the side of the hill to my right.

Going partly into the cave though mostly staying by the entrance, I discover that the roots are actually not roots, but the trunk of some sort of miniature exotic tree (possibly a fruit tree of some kind). The top of the tree is in fact very green and I now see that the roof of the cave has nothing hanging from it as was seen just previously. Now I think that this special tree may even be more vulnerable than the tree above (even though it is unlikely it would have flourished in a dark cave as such) as it is seemingly much younger and certainly smaller.

However, it soon dawns on me that I am, in fact, in the cave myself (rather than looking in from just outside) and am looking out at a normal-sized tree in a field that is a fair distance from the cave, as I realize I am looking at a blue sky from my viewpoint rather than the dark recesses of a cave. (There is a brief sense of deja vu relating to something about commentary on dream journals, yet I cannot quite focus and I am in no way lucid and the idea of a dream journal, especially a digital one, falsely seems somewhat abstract and “out of reach”). I am wondering if I should feel vulnerable now that I am in the cave and am not sure if I should exit. I do not really focus on the illogical changes of perspective and imagery and placement that I would otherwise just enjoy in light sleep paralysis (during the speedier imagery before it slows down enough to “enter” when a more interesting setting or location appears).

When I was very young, I played near a recess in a hill on Chipmunk Coulee, though the “cave” was not very deep. I remember at least one photograph where I was sitting in the area, which is probably with at least one relative now. I remember the unusual perspective I had at that age (which carried over into some later dreams) of being “between worlds” just by sitting within the entrance (part of me outside, part inside).

First dream

It was night. The sky was just a dark void. Nothing more. I was with a group of scientists in a laboratory. There was laboratory equipment scattered around, and the place looked like heavily damaged. One of our experiments went wrong, and we unleashed something horrible upon a city. We produced an orange, glowing, slimey substance that somehow crawled out of the laboratory, and surrounded the building.

That's not all though, as it made it's way to local graveyard, devouring people on the way. Suddenly everything went silent. In the lab we tried to use local monitoring, but there was no energy. When we thought that problem solved itself, we heard loud disco music. It was so strong that buildings trembled and fallen apart, but our laboratory standed still.

We looked through the window, and were shocked. An enormously long crowd of zombies and skeletons with disco music and disco lights danced it's way out of the graveyard.

On their disco way, they killed huge amounts of people, ruined buildings and other stuff, all of this in the rhythm of music. Their actions even matched words from the song, like when there was "Oh! Oh! Ground! To the ground!" three skeletons on their own, just pulled a huge house into the ground, with only rooftop left on a surface. Sadly, this is the only part of the song that I recalled. Later on they just continued their disco Danse Macabre, though avoiding laboratory.

Second dream

I lost a job at some storages, and I decided to go back to school... a primary school.

It was cold, winter morning. I went out of my house to the streets. Snow was everywhere. The sky was dark, empty void. I started to literally crawl on the road, with very high speed. On the way, I passed by three buses. When I reached half the way to school, I looked back, I saw that there were lots of people running towards the school. I standed up and ran, though with slower speed.

The crowd reached me, and many of them outrun m on the way. I had to stop a few times as I lost my fatigue. We finally reached the school, and entered our classroom. I was surrounded by children, though one of them was adult that couldn't pass to other classes. We sat down and teacher told us to write somehting down. All of this felt awkward.

One day we had a school trip to local bunkers. We were going to enter a tunnel complex with a guide. With four other people we stayed in the bunker instead of entering tunnels, but teacher contacted us and told that they are lost, and the guide just disappeared. We entered the tunnels. It was dark, and my flashlight gave little to none light.

We moved through forgotten passages, ruins of cities and then we found a way into used part of tunnels. We entered a clothing store, where I got frightened by something moving in the darkness. But there was nothing. Then we entered a hospital. A man with left hand in bandages was waiting in queue to doctor, though there was nobody else inside. I told him that I'll ask doctor if he can go inside.

I went to the doctor's room. The doors were opened by a brunette woman in late twenties. Somehow, I had slight troubles talking with her, as we were speaking in english (which is not my native language). Though after a while I was speaking fluently. We looked around, and group I was with and the man dissapeared. We just went out of the hospital through tunnels, talking about my current situation.

We reached the school. Doctor went back home, and I entered my classroom. After taking a seat, a bully sat in front of me, and tried to annoy me. I looked into my bag, and had a whole, huge bread inside. I broken it in half, and thrown one half of it shouting "You've got this coming!". He dodged, so I threwn another half, shouting "Now! Have your bread!" and I hit him in the head. The teacher just gave us a strange look and written something down in her notebook.

Kicking Footy With Elite Movement
I was in narrow park kicking a footy. I booted the ball pretty far for my ability. I see some people now and then. I boot the ball and it goes through into someone's property. They had broken fence, which allowed the ball the go in. I go into the property and see that it's a car mechanics. Some of the workers come out to see what came into their yard. I tell them it was an accident and they're cool with that. They fetch my ball and I'm on my way. I use 2 trees as goals, and I'm on quite the angle. I kick and miss the goals. I start using my agility which is at an elite level. I'm moving quickly and very responsive. I even do the spin that would break a tackle.

Party With Kokinarkis
I'm at a shopping market where I see a vision of a prank someone was using. They would throw an item just In front of them which would make them fumble and fall over. I do the same thing, and throw some items. Someone looks to have knocked themselves out. I have something in my hand that I want to discard. I reach the checkout and security has put out cinema strapping to keep the line together. I duck under it. I tell them I don't want my items.

I at house which looks familiar, maybe old house. There's a bit of party going on. I see kokinarkis with that Hayley Fits. He's looking to hook up with her. Kok is given a present from one of the tennis greats. Kok tries guessing, thinking maybe it's similar to what myself and Kyrios got. I can see a inventory menu come up at the bottom of the vision. It has the item that was given to me and Ky. I check out Kok's present which ended up being a cooler for beverages. It was a bit bigger then a microwave. I put my hand in and feel the coolness. Kok is kissing Hayley at this point and I leave them be on the bed. The cooler looks bigger in the pic, and different looking. I hear someone say if u leave the party, u can't get back in.

Dream Fragments
I've reached a dead end. I'm looking over a cliff basically

I remember my dogs barking at my 3rd dog on the bed in my parents' room in my hometown. My parents and brother were there with me. There were some scary parts I can't remember.

Morning of August 1, 2015. Saturday.



In my dream, I find myself in an unknown composite, atypical, and possibly a mix of Rose Street and North Monroe Street, though another location is added later on. I am seemingly in a house visiting people I do not really know (or recognize in conscious afterthought) at all, possibly my presence based on a friend knowing this family. There is a man and his wife, probably in their thirties and they have at least three teenage daughters. In some ways, this is the opposite of a typical imposer dream in that I feel as if I am imposing in this one (rather than people I do not know “invading” our home), which is so rare, I cannot recall the last time this situation occurred in this particular manner.

I am sitting in a cloth-upholstered armchair (not a recliner or at least not open as one) in what I am guessing is a large dining room. The large rectangular dining table with a dark brown veneer surface is longways from the wall (and against it on the opposite end) directly facing to my side of the room. It takes me awhile to realize that I am not dressed and just have a sheet around me. Still, not only does no one seem to notice, the married couple seem to be somewhat impatient or concerned about my not being at the table yet (though not angrily so; they are quite cordial and welcoming). The unknown female has apparently put a lot of effort in preparing a large meal and I feel slightly bad about not being certain if I really want to sit down with them (especially as I am only in a sheet). At the same time, I notice that there are only six places set across from each other (none on the edge opposite the wall though there would be room for one extra setting there otherwise), and this does not at all seem to be enough space for all of us (considering that there are also a few other guests around my age, it seems, though they may not actually all be staying).

I feel that the food should not go to waste, though I tell them I have to use their bathroom (mainly so that I may get dressed even though they still do not seem to care at all even though they are devout Christians). When I go into the bathroom, I am aware that it is actually the room I stayed in on Loomis Street when first moving from Florida in the summer of 1978. Through the doorway (south) is the (wrongly placed) dining room I had just left and to my right (west), instead of the door into the very large closet that adjoins the two bedrooms, it appears to be an open door that leads to a small unlit room that is also adjacent to the dining room. Also, there is no curtain on the south doorway, so I am directly exposed to people walking around in the dining room, who are seemingly becoming concerned at me not coming out yet. There is actually a toilet in the room directly facing the south doorway. I stand in this area trying to put clothes on (which were apparently absentmindedly left by another male) though people keep coming in and interrupting me, albeit either cheerfully or absentmindedly. This includes my sister-in-law Cindy (appearing as she did about twenty years ago) coming in from the west doorway and Zsuzsanna’s half-brother Simon coming in from the south doorway at different times.

Finally, the three girls come in and start yelling at each other and punching each other in the stomach. Then the mother comes in after a couple minutes and yells at all of them, and then all four of them are all wrestling around on the floor and rolling around and fighting and kicking (though I am not sure why). I decide I have had enough of this and will not stay for dinner after all and will just leave in a sheet. I have no desire to get involved in whatever issues they have with each other.

My dream’s ending was mainly environmentally scripted by at least two girls arguing outside our window (while they were walking down the footpath) when I was sleeping, as has happened in the past, thus changing the nature of my dream. The rest of my dream was likely heavily influenced by two Jehovah’s Witnesses (male and female) knocking on the door quite early around the same time period, as my wife had told me they left a paper which she immediately tossed away.

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It was dark, cold night. I was wearing a gray hoodie and jeans trousers. I was moving through many dark alleys, avoiding street lamps or any spotlights. It was an anniversary of an important insurrection, I moved from an alley to a street with a strange can in my hand. I opened it, and made a signal. More people moved out of alleys, and opened their cans. It had some kind of paint inside. We threwn our cans at a government building and ran away.

Another dude joined me on the way through the alleys. He told me that there is a house with stuff from the time of insurrection, and that we have to sneak inside to take them back. I agreed, and we moved far away from the city. There was an old house in damaged state, surrounded by forest. We thought that we won't meet anyone here, and proceeded to break in.

The dude found keys to the house in a broken flower pot. We tried to open the doors, but keys just phased through them to the floor on the other side, with a loud noise. Suddenly, lights in the building turned on and we had to seek a hiding spots. The dude hidden behind a hedge, and I had no good spots, so I scrambled to a free space under the building.

I felt heavy weight lying on me, and had troubles with breathing. I could see the dude hiding, and heard the door open. An old man wandered outside for a while, then went back inside. We went out of hiding spots. The lights were still on, and we tried to break inside again. The old man must have heard us, and called for security.

The dude hidden behind the hedges again, and I looked for a new, more comfortable hiding spot. The men were coming closer, but I managed to find a good hiding spot behind some bushes. All of them just sat down and waited, knowing that someone is hiding there, without chances to escape.

UT CHiLLEN vs Rousey
I was versing Ronda Rousey at unreal tournament. She is an elite player with great accuracy. I'm leading the game but she is clawing her way back in. I begin to crack under the pressure and make silly decisions. The winning kill comes down to a sniper shoot out down a corridor. The range is pretty close, shooting non zoomed at one another. I hit her with some shots and eventually finish her off. My connections kicks me out of game just as it finishes. I really want to get back into the game as i don't want Rousey to think I beat her and ran from the game. I hear dad yell out something. I think it has to do with resetting the Internet. I tell him to hold on a moment as I try to reconnect to the game. I get back into the game and notice that Rousey enters also. I say gg and goodnight Rousey.

Dream Fragments
Abraham was talking to me through a females body. I think I was a bit skeptical or felt a bit awkward.

Old Mate Robot
At a Shopping centre. I see Dennis, and try to avoid him. I see Brodie, and seem to be talking to him from a distance.

Im standing around in a car park. I'm at my old house, laying down on my front lawn. I see Roberts sis walk over to dons, with one of her friends. Someone tells me robot is coming. He greets us with weird hand shake. He Pretends to root dads hand.

I'm in a car park and I'm spying on robot playing on computer. I thought he may be wanking. He's playing game that's soccer as I see reflection. He's playing against another guy. I got confused, as I thought robot was the other guy. Other guy has a girl with him. I tell robot about seeing his sis and that I jokingly liked her. I sense he's not happy with it. I cOntinue to stir him up. Dave thinks I'm gay. I try to prove to him that I am straight. I wipe ass with toilet paper then put in bag, then wipe it onto clothes.

Dream Fragments
1. Flashing dick in front of girl. Is bigger then normal or just looks it from my view

2. I let my dog sleep under my blankets

3. Some of my walls on coc are pink.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream 1 - Lucid
I woke up in my room, my hands were in front of me and I knew that I was dreaming (I tried doing this to obtain lucidity a couple nights before but no success), I was in my parents house and decided to stabilize. I poked my finger through the palm of my hand and confirmed it was definitely a dream, and I continued on down the hallway. Who else should I see but my friend Samir carrying a tray loaded with breakfast goodies like porride, orange juice, bacon and pancakes etc... *smack* I whack the tray out of his hands sending everything flying, then casually stroll past, I glance back to see him shaking his head at me with a disappointed expression . Next I pass a girl carrying a cup of tea towards me, *smack* I backhand the tea cup out of her hand I keep strolling on as I pass through the kitchen, with a glance behind me I realize she's following me. I decide to make a break for it, thinking she's gonna catch me.. I run outside to the deck and pick up a random bowl of chocolate mousse to eat on the way out I leap off of the deck and try to fly
My attempt to escape with a leap of faith went awry as I found myself hurtling towards a dense packing of trees, my gut filled with the anticipation of impact woke me up... I tried to get back into the dream and managed, only to find myself falling towards the ground which woke me up again. I try once again but this time picturing myself safe on the ground which I failed at.

Dream 2 - SITS adventure
First off I'm outside a building where a friend is hiding from the zombie apocalypse, a man next to me is pissed at him (can't recall why) and decides to get revenge (his appearance and personality was a mash together of Ban from 'Nanatsu no Taizai' + Pariston Hill from 'Hunter x Hunter (2011)'). He shoots a flare gun into the air which immediately attracts the attention of a whole bunch of zombies, he does a flying kick through the back window of a car nearby (there was a man in the back which the window smashed into as well) and seats himself in the drivers seat. I hop in and he drives off, attracting the attention of as many zombies as possible with the goal of herding them at the friend he's angry at. I remember whizzing past train stations and stuff really fast, but then the dream transitioned into a 'prologue', a time before the zombie apocalypse.

There's a huge Man o' War jellyfish (the size of a large house) with a massive crest about 10metres high, it's sparking electricity everywhere and there's a boat investigating the strange creatures surfacing for science reasons. The electricity it gives off is too much for the boat and causes it to sink, I immediately dive deep into the water and hold my breath, I spend a long time underwater, swimming with fervor away from the tentacle monster. After resurfacing a couple hundred metres away, I see my companions being completely thrashed by stinging tentacles and electric shocks. Feeling the currents around me flowing, I start swimming towards a forested mossy shoreline (I get the feeling that I'm in the Mississippi River even though I've never seen what it looks like), I haul myself up which felt dangerous...
There's another with me, I think it's the Ban+Pariston mash guy, we hang on to a sideboard thing just above the ground as the tentacle monster has apparently followed us and if we touch the ground we'll get shocked.. It's tentacles flail everywhere and I remember getting stung at some point too.

Another transition occurs and now I'm in an RPG dungeon like setting with a group of companions, we each can pay homage to a god to earn their favour, and with certain stats you can increase the chance a god will grant favours to you... There are certain stats like Nobility, Harbinger, Philosophy, etc that you can invest in (this was my mind taking inspiration from the SITS game) and I had a low favour chance or something but a high communication chance... It didn't make much sense but yeh. Ban+Pariston guy was lurking around in the library we were in, it was a sort of resting place. I decided to look at the herbalism books and learn some new potions, Ban+Pariston then look around the altars in the room so he could switch his god to someone new. I remember wondering what he was thinking, how his true motives and goals were impossible to perceive... The new god he wanted was called Haruhiculi, and he was the god of the hunting the Fountain of Youth, which made me understand a bit more about what he was after - immortality. There was another god called Verrenculi who was the protector of the Fountain of Youth. I decide to help him ask for a favour from Haruhiculi, I hover my hands over the altar and with my willpower summon forth some purple glowing energies... I realize now that we've been spotted on the security cameras in the dungeon, we glance up and see a screen with a man looking up at us and decide we need to escape. The dream ends here without ever indicating how zombies happen...

My family and I were on a trip somewhere. There was a big set of the curvy roads that go into other highways. It was night time, and we might have been in PA. There were a lot of street lights on, as I can remember their orange hue.

We stopped at a rest stop, because I begged for my family to stop because I had to pee really badly. When I got into the restroom, the entire place was just one big unisex bathroom. There were dozens of stalls everywhere. There were also hundreds of people. Whenever I tried to use one, someone else got into it first. Also, I had the fear that someone would watch me pee. Specifically my brother, and a few other people.

My brother was laughing at me and teasing me as I tried and failed to find a bathroom. There were many people that I knew there. E.g. there was my grandma's brother, N, and her friend, C, who I saw doing their business there. There were a few people from school, going to the bathroom as well. I remember my neighbor, K, waiting in line for a stall. There were also some hot girls there, pissing and crapping, too.

I also remember stalls that were connected with no walls. People were crawling into and out of those ones. I thought that was pretty weird.

I forgot if I actually managed to take a piss, but the dream eventually ended and when I woke up, I had the sudden urge to pee.

I was a wizard, escaping from undead armies led by a fearsome necromancer. Many times it nearly catched me, though I fooled it by sending some troops as a distraction. When I thought that I finally found a safe place - abandoned ruins, the necromancer jumped out from behind the corner.

Morning of July 31, 2015. Friday.



Notes: The included images are from one of my wife’s many journals, this one being from age fourteen. The two scans are from the same journal page, one showing a distorted Merkaba form, and the other inclusive of the line “I feel you around me even though you have not found me”.



Dream notes:

Yet again, many years of my life and memory “vanish” and I am probably about nineteen years old. I am apparently in La Crosse at the Post Office (though it is actually a typical muddled composite location). Several other people are around (mostly males around twenty to thirty years of age) even though it is seemingly late at night (and the post office would otherwise be closed to the public by then in reality). I do not seemingly know anyone else though there is a friendly atmosphere.

As I am seated across from another male, a Blue Pearl event (Merkaba portal) blocks my left eye’s field of vision (though not entirely) as in real life. However, this does not activate my memory (likely as it is just a rendered dream event and the Merkaba portal only appears in full wakeful consciousness). The other male had been aware of seeing the “blue flame” around me and seems somewhat surprised. “Did you see that?” I ask him and he nods.

A little later, I try to “call” it but nothing happens other than a light blue veil-like impression in my left eye that quickly disperses. That is, it is very subtle and does not come “closer” or briefly flash and darken before fading. I end up trying over about twenty minutes in about three locations where other people are around. A couple people think I am jesting and make jokes about other colors such as yellow. One even pushes me near the shoulder (though lightly in a friendly manner). I am somewhat frustrated I cannot call back the Source for whatever reason, though I have no focused intent on why - just the idea of the appearance and not how I would relate to it. (Although there is information about “Metatron’s Cube” I have only ever seen the star tetrahedron that forms the blue portal when the normal and inverted pyramids come together and rotate in opposite directions, although my wife had drawn variations on it in her journal during her childhood and early teen years, along with, of course, the opossum under the airplane and hundreds of other remote-viewed confirmations.)

There is one scene where a male is kneeling on the floor and seemingly doing some sort of occult ritual against another person (which I assume is metaphorical of people connected to the Source being manipulated by “normal” people and their false views of life). I immediately mumble some Latin (though I am not sure of the phrase; part of it was something like “dimittam”) and the implied villain falls over and is unable to move and the other person goes on his way.

From here, I hear people talking about how the bus is late. I go out and see (on the other side of the street from the post office) two different buses, though there is another one on the post office side. The bus I have to get, second one across the street (facing southward) does not have a driver, as he seems to be involved in a fight - not a violent or physical fight but chasing someone from the area for some reason. The area north of the post office (on the side of the street I am on) is modeled fairly accurately after the bus stop area of the Chermside Shopping Center that was several blocks away when we lived on Stadcor Street, but this does not dawn on me. (Thus, once again, Australian and American settings join in an in-dream composite rendering.)

I am feeling inside my right pocket for change and can clearly feel the coins (of which there are about seven of various denominations) and try to determine what they are by feeling the size - and reflect that there is at least about a dollar, though I am somewhat concerned if I have enough money for the bus (though I am not sure what the fee is), though I do not even reflect on what my destination is. My dream fades from around this point (before I get to the bus). It is possible, though not certain, that “trying to determine the denomination of a coin by feeling it” has something to do with a focus on trying to relate (blindly) to other people’s religions without really knowing at all what they mean, as “denomination” can also be defined as “a recognized autonomous branch of the Christian Church”.



Although I do not typically document it online as it is almost continuous (and is sometimes so precise, it would almost make my dream extraneous by description - and who wants an extraneous dream journal), yet again a dream utilizes something my wife had been thinking (without her saying anything to me) or a detailed subject of something she and our oldest daughter had talked about (without any way of me knowing about it - unless there is some sort of invisible intercom on my computer desk that relays the information - a bit of dry humor). She and our daughter were talking about the “blue moon” last night (of which I did not know anything about otherwise).

At the same time, it is also precognitive of something I see immediately after waking (also typical from day to day). In this case, it was a rather idiotic local article called “‘Blue moon’ doesn’t mean the moon is actually blue” and seemed almost like a humorous “continuation” of a couple in-dream concepts (from others in the post office).

From a disembodied perspective, I'm watching my IRL self. He's looking for something in this room, currently looking at an illustration of Loki hanging on a wall. The disembodied version of me is curious about the IRL version of me, and I've set up this space in order to observe his reactions. There'd been some previous incident where he'd taken on a sort of ritualized trickster role and unintentionally drawn my interest; he's not aware of me. (Though trickster's not the word I would have used in the dream and it kind of irritates me to use it now, but it's the best way to put it - a sense of something in common between the Loki illustration, the devil statue, my disembodied perspective, and the role my IRL self had played.) I've just now come to the conclusion that the thing that originally grabbed my interest had to do with taking on different roles rather than something inherent to him. This doesn't make me any less curious, but it alters the situation. He's now looking at a small black and white sculpture of the devil, and I switch to his perspective while he's holding it.

As my IRL self, I'm interrupted by the arrival of several IRL people. Eventually I wind up standing over a large pot with one of the women, and she's stirring whatever's in it. She calls me by the wrong name, and I correct her, annoyed. She repeats my real name, and makes a promise involving it, talking about dire consequences for anyone who violates this promise. Afterwards she describes the pot as holding the curse she's just spoken.