non-lucid

A place based on the Heian era, a woman's emerging from behind a curtain that partitions off an inner room and moving between two wooden tables where a couple other women, her friends, are eating and talking. She's dusting the tables as she talks with them. I'm standing off to one side and watching her, feeling fond but bemused. I've just noticed the wrinkles she's developed, and I wonder how long it's been since we first met. When she gets to the end of the table, I stop her and ask why she's dusting - she knows this place is an illusion I'm creating for her, she doesn't need to clean it. She says she's probably being silly, laughing, and she hands me the thing she was using to dust. I'm feeling vaguely sad about this.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm walking across the moors, heading towards a building I think of as haunted - then I mentally correct myself, it's not haunted, it's a dream of a haunted place. This distinction matters to me; something deliberately created to present a certain experience.

I'm on dream views and looking at my dreambuddy's profile. Her profile picture showed that she was a literal Muppet with green fuzzy skin and brown shoulder length human hair. Her sig said that her goal of the month was to make memes.

when i woke up at 6:30..

Generic blank business conference room. i am talking to my team. We are sitting around a round table and are trying to organize our goals. I don't remember what we were talking about.

There was a machine that could read a human mind. How it works? You ask a certain question.. and the person does not have to answer it. The thought itself is enough. You aim the person with this machine.. and you have the answer. It is a powerful machine, and that is why some people are after it. They are already running the stairs to go higher into this old building. But on the floor where this machine is located, a boy lives. And he has special abilities. He can put anything out of the real life into a wall picture. And so, he used his power and this machine was projected to a wall painting. This guys could not take it.

Now the scene changes.. i am in an old car in the middle of Italy. We are waving with a yugoslavian flag, and singing partisan songs. And the local italian people dont like this at all.. and the fight begins.. scene fades away

Now i am in a dark room, with my friends.. we are drinking and singing songs, I am playing the guitar and we are arguing with a priest at the same time.. My ex takes my hand, and pulled me out of this room, away from this building. It is night time.. but many people are still walking the streets. We started to kiss.. with real passion.. we were burning hot.. starting to undress.. people were watching but.. it did not affect us very much.. we wanted to do more.. to get this passion out of our bodies.. we wanted to have sex somewhere.. but there were too many people around. And my ex said. " i truly wish, from my heart.. to turn the time around.. and find that boy.. who can put things into wall paintings.. because I want to put this moment into art.." And because she really wanted this to happen.. it did. The time turned around..

We were again in the room with the priest and the guitar.. singing.. and arguing. But music was playing backwards.. everyone thought whaaat is going on?? But only we know.. where is the catch.. Later we were in that car again.. and again the thugs came.. but now there was no problem.. because i knew exactly how the enemy will react.. so i beat them up very easily.. and then some agressive wild woman came.. and attacked me.. i dodged.. and hit her with one single strong punch into her kidney.. and i destroyed the kidney.. she was walking slowly away and she said that she must catch a plane, because she is on her way to vacation.. and i said.. dont go.. trust me on this one.. go to the doctor and you will live.. End of the dreams! too bad i have not reached that boy.. because i wanted to see how that picture of that beautiful moment would.. look like

There was this weird expo of movies, tv-shows and video games I was attending. I remember battling an alien queen (like the one from Duke Nukem 3D: The Birth), which was quite difficult because she could one-shot you with her rockets.

I didn't meant to be gone for so long, but life hit me really hard toward the end of last summer and I was therefore already behind when school had started back up. I think things are finally at a point now where I can focus on dreaming again.

06.02.2015

The End Cave (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in an incredibly large cave, though it does not look like one, camping with my mom, brother, and Cheyenne. There is a wide, rushing river cutting through the middle, with a forest on the side opposite from us. Near the forest is another family of campers. There is something terribly, terribly wrong with this cave.

Cheyenne wakes up frantic in the middle of the night from a bad dream. In the dream, she saw Jesus standing on the other side of the river. He had no eyeballs and he was drowning little children in the river, one by one, like some perverse baptism.

I decide that we need to leave this cave immediately. There is a terrible, heavy feeling in the air, practically suffocating in its intensity. We should not be here. We all run back outside through the small entrance. It feels so good to breathe outside air again! Outside, everything feels normal and calm once more. Unfortunately we've left all our belongings inside and my mom insists that we go back to get them.

The sickening feeling returns at once upon our entrance. I feel physically ill, with an almost unbearable dread of some great unknown. I'm having to support Cheyenne to keep her from falling; she's barely conscious and not responsive. Just as we gather our things, a great howling comes to us from the other side of the river. A pack of coyotes emerge from the forest, though they appear as large as wolves.

Half the pack surrounds the family on the other side of the river, the other half crosses over to us. We run, and despite my assurance that coyotes don't harm people, they begin to attack. I am bitten numerous times as I fight them back from the entrance while the others do everything they can to block it off. The entire time we can hear the other family's screams of agony as they are eaten alive by the pack.

It was middle of the night. I was sitting near a desk with paper and whole jug of tea. I was writing a speech for a lecture. It started from history of hunting traditions, going through thoughts about holocaust, WWII era economy, and ending with criticism of feminism. The whole work was full of chauvinism, Marxism and God only knows what. During writing I drank hectolitres of tea, and in the end when I saw what I've written I almost threwn the desk through a window.

Complicated dream. I was in bed, possibly dreaming (in a dream). My dad was some kind of viking and I was supposed to follow in his footsteps. I think I had to prove I was as good as him. Then I was next to my bed, and concluded that everything I had witnessed was some kind of upcoming video game (MMORPG). Forgot the name. I had a top three of future MMO's I wanted to play. Black Desert was one of them. The whole dream was like a bunch of vaguely related flashes stitched together, and the whole thing didn't make a lot of sense.

After being awake for over an hour (9.30 in the morning to 11) I decided to slumber some more. I didn't sleep deep, and the dream was half hallucination, half dream. I was at a locker somewhere, at a warm location, possibly near a beach or pool. In the locker I found my body armor, belt and combat knife (I own these items in real life). I remembered putting them there months ago, and decided to take them home again. However, I got distracted somehow and left it laying on the ground for a while. When I came back, a bunch of bikini girls had found and confiscated my gear. I was mad and demanded it back. They refused. I had to negotiate with them, almost beg them to give it back. I agreed that leaving it out there in the open was stupid, and promised not to do it again. I explained I used the knife for survival purposes. They gave me the gear, and I limped away in shame.

I bought a ticket to some kind of improvised movie theater, where they played movies set in the marvel cinematic universe, only the movies were only 40 minutes long. The screen was just a TV, and not even a very good one. Pathetically small screen, and the seats were just chairs. At one point I explained this to my brother. I wondered to myself if I hadn't just wasted my money. I could get a better experience by watching this at home, on my own TV.

Toxicity
I with Trev and Dave and some other bloke. We're out in a dry area. There are these poles that are in the ground, like a long monkey bar. One of the guys has to unscrew something to be able to move the poles. It's not the best job to be doing the unscrewing because the poles hold a toxic substance inside them. After unscrewing one of the poles, we move onto the next one. I jokingly say to the guy that did the unscrewing, that's it's his turn to do the unscrewing to this one. I decide to do the unscrewing which is done pretty quickly. Im at the front when moving the pole. It's he worst area to be because the toxic substance falls out of the front of it. Somehow some of the substance falls into my mouth and I swallow a bit. I'm unsure how serious this is.

Im walking around trying to find some water to wash my mouth out. The town looks a cowboy western town. I find a tap and use that water to wash my mouth out. As I'm doing this, I hear someone say that the water isn't meant to be used for drinking. The water tastes pretty crappy and weighs more then normal water. I'm panicking, trying to find some water. I'm inside a building which looks like a hotel. I see mg cousin Rach and I think my Nanna. I'm starting to feel the effects of the toxins at this point. I find a plastic bottle which is a quarter full of water. I ask Rach if it's ok to use. I forget what she says, so I drink it.

Burger restaurant
I'm with three or four guys, friends of mine. We're standing across the street from a huge burger restaurant - their building is just a huge light-blue cube. Near the door is a sign - a printed tarp type thing hung on the wall, advertising a few of their menu items. A regular burger is about $4.50. They also list double burgers, one pound burgers, and hot dogs, but somehow the prices for each of these items is covered by something else that's been stuck on top of the menu. Without my noticing, one of my group has gone off and come back with a burger, which he's now eating. I ask if he got it from this place, but he says that he went up the street to another restaurant. I decide I don't care, the prices can't be too bad, and this place looks interesting, so I go in followed by the rest of my friends.

Now we're inside. I grab a plate and a napkin, since it's a kind of buffet. I don't see any burgers in this part, but there's salad stuff laid out across many small tables scattered through the area. As I'm pondering what to get, I see one of my friends with a tray. That would make things so much easier, so I ask him where he got it and he points back to the table with the plates. Going back to it, I can see where the trays are supposed to be, but there aren't any now. I see a couple of employees walking around, so I ask one about them. She says there's a problem with the tray dispenser, but then another employee - a young woman - pipes up with a workaround. Going back over, I'm able to reach down into the tray hole, grab one, and pull it up and out. It's still wet - it seems they leave them in a warm water bath, but that if things are working properly they'll be dry before anyone picks them up. With my plate and tray, I return to the food. I'm still a bit nervous about the price and hope that I don't end up with a really expensive meal. The only price I see in this room says that extra toppings for your burger are one dollar for as much as you want. I reason that the salad is probably cheap or free with the burger, since they want you to fill up on the cheap stuff, so I start loading my plate with stuff that looks good.


Timezones
I'm in a living room with my brother in law, talking about time. My watch has somehow gotten badly off - I wonder if I forgot to wind it. We end up talking about time zones, and I suggest that it may be easier if the whole world goes to zulu time. He laughs, but I explain that I'm at least partly serious, then use a couple examples I know of to demonstrate what an incredible pain timezones and timezone conversions are.


Covert Op
I'm part of a team trying to pull off some kind of covert operation. In my possession is a picture frame, roughly eight by twelve, which is subdivided into smaller frames by an ornate silver border (five subframes, I think). I'm taking this to an artist who specializes in making paintings of people after they've died. This is a bit outside his normal realm, but since it belonged to a mam who recently died, we think he'll be OK with it. Now in the store, I'm explaining to the man what I need, and he agrees. I need to ask him to do a rush job and have it ready by Thursday (only a day or two away) when some rivals start to come in ( I see them through the store front windows before they see me). Now I'm in another room looking through at them. I rig something up with expanding foam and socks. They're superstitious and, fooled by my large wobbling blobs carrying what look like weapons, flee.

Since this place is important to our cause, I spend some time improving its defenses, making sure the guy isn't interrupted while he works on our thing. At some point I notice a little gallery of his handiwork, and I actually think it's pretty ugly, but that doesn't matter to the plan.


Fragment
I'm in a back room with some guys looking at some sites. Now there are more people in here and one of our elders is about to start some kind of lesson.

I'm walking through the basement of a tower, grey stone walls. There's some kind of chaos going on on the main floors above me, a distraction while I was taking care of something in the dungeon on the next floor down - but now that it's time to go, I want to avoid getting caught in whatever's happening on the main level.

There's two people waiting for me with two different escape routes - neither of them knows exactly what I was doing here, neither of them knows me personally, and neither them knows about the other. There's a person I work with who'd arranged for a man to meet me by the stairs up to the main floors, but I'm having second thoughts about trusting him. And there's a woman waiting by a wooden door that leads elsewhere; she's not involved at all, she just wants to escape whatever's going on upstairs and is willing to take me with her, recognizing me as a friend of a friend. I believe she would be more sympathetic to what I was doing here, if it came out.

Deciding to go with that woman at the wooden door, I'm doubling back, passing by the stairs leading down to the dungeon. I debate whether I have time to go back down there - there had been something else I'd wanted to look into down there, though it's not a priority. I start down those steps, but it becomes so dark I can't see, and I have a vague impression of massive chains. I can hear a woman's voice crying. I decide I don't have time to be fumbling around in the dark, and I head back up the stairs.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A man is looking at a wall recently painted green in an attempt to emulate some other place, and talking to someone about a man he knows, saying that while he wasn't looking, the man went and got married to people so unsuited - people, plural, meaning both the wife and the stepkids - people he'll have to keep secrets from.

I'm watching light play over the features of the man in question in an interesting way. He's looking at a signet ring with an image of a rose, which he's just removed from a hiding place in the base of a lamp. I'm hearing a kind of tinkling sound like a music box repeating a single measure over and over again.

The dreams started in the middle of an old town.. it reminded me of some Italian city. Many people were on the streets this day.. the weather was nice, and a lot of tourists were walking around. And then I have noticed 3 colorful circles on the street. They were really colorful.. somehow dreamy.. in shapes of a hypnotizing spinning circle.. every circle really caught your attention because they were really mystical. And i have watched the circles and the people around. 3 little boys came to play on these circles.. every child picked its own circle.. and i have noticed a strange person nearby.. it was a street performer.. but his eyes were constantly looking in the direction of these circles.. And then I have figured out.. what is going on.. This guy is a serial killer. And actually the victim decides its own fate.. which depends on the circle they are standing in. So this innocent little boys had no clue that one of them is going to be killed very soon. And when i figured this out.. i went to a nearby stand.. and took a knife from the table.. i hid it into my sleeve, so i can approach this maniac without being spotted. I was so angry.. in berserk mode.. i was walking towards him.. but something strange has happened. All the people on the street stopped walking.. and all of them were looking at me. It was strange but still.. i didn´t change my mind about killing this guy. And then.. the voices came.. People said.. one after another.. "dont do it".. "we know you have a knife in your sleeve".. "everyone knows it is you" .. "dont kill him, you will never get away" And i stopped..

I think this is the third night in a row I've had some kind of lucid dream, but like the others, it was fairly sludgy and I didn't seem to have good control over my own actions. I only remember a bit of it.

I was in a coliseum or arena like area. It was very much like the arena from the ending of attack of the clones in that it was in a desert-like environment and the arena was built out of sandstone. There was this big army of roman soldiers coming in. (I don't know that they were Romans, They had red crests on their helmets and all fought with short roman swords. There was some antagonistic general riding a chariot. And in the dream I remember thinking about and wondering why I was getting attacked by them and what they might symbolize)

I remember I jumped and flew a short distance up into the bleachers of the coliseum to get away because I was getting surrounded. I saw the general guy right behind me on the next step down. He had two of the swords and was getting ready to attack me.

"Fus Roh Dah!"

There was no blue sonic wave, like in Skyrim, but the general went flying back into the bottom of the coliseum. I saw more guys coming from higher up on the stairs. I began throwing fireballs at them. I then ran sideways along the bleacher as more of the roman guys poured in. I picked up swords from some of the dead ones and fought a couple of them in sword fights. I then decided that I should stop them from coming in since they seemed to be basically endless.

I tried to use earthbending to close off the doors but it didn't work. I then remembered that magic words seem to work well.

"Azarath Metrion Sythos!"

Two stone slabs that made up part of the bleacher started glowing black and I picked them up with a hand motion and used them to knock down an entire legion of the roman guys. I then blocked one of the doors using the slabs.

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Somehow or other I found myself in my house. The second in command of all the roman guys showed up. He was big and had gold decorations on his armor. He pulled a double-ended lightstaber off of his belt. We fought for a few seconds but I hit him in the head with some blunt object. His metal helmet broke like glass and he fell over. He asked me not to kill him.

I realized that he was actually my friend C. He said that the general was mind controlling everyone and that by breaking his helmet I had freed him from the mind control.

Other stuff happened but I cannot recall what.

-WBTB-

Something to do with having a water fight with some friends, though I was wearing this weird blue swimsuit that made it hard for me to move.

Eye

This dream started with me being somewhere downstairs. A guy I assumed to be Eye took me to a room and wanted to do something I thought would be inappropriate at the time. He told me to stay put and just focus on him but i pushed him away and was going to leave when suddenly i appeared on a bed upstairs. I felt like I had just woken up and feared going back to sleep. I looked at a small picture frame near me and picked it up. There was a picture of Dawn but it was torn in two. I got up after that and looked at another picture I was sure I didn't draw before but decided to forget about it when i noticed my younger brother in the room talking to my mom.

The room was kind of dark but i could see a closet open and saw my mom take a red cloak from it, cover herself than leave. I looked at the closet and there was a little sparkly stuff shining in the closet. After that I walked into the living room and Eye came to me again. He told me to follow him downstairs so I did. When we got to the hall downstairs i heard music coming from my older brother's room and wondered if Dawn would be there. But decided not to let myself get distracted by him.

When Eye and I were going to enter my old room (that is now a junk room filled with all my dad stuff) Eye stopped to close the backyard door. After that two little boys ran up to us, supposedly from my older brother's room. Eye mentioned how they could have been Dawn's nephews. I told them to go back to the room than turned and saw that Eye didn't close the door that well than heard a door knob twist. "Lock the door Eye." I told him. He went up to the door and now it looked like there was a switch near the door. Eye was experimenting with it to see if it would lock.I went into the room and noticed that the door had openings all over that mean't anyone could get in. I felt uncomfortable about it but I woke up after that.

Tried Calling Kiro But got Eye Instead

I appeared on the bed and couldn't move. I heard my mom talking and making noise though. I sort of had a feeling that Kiro took over my body and was in control of it. But than I realized after a bit that i was just paralyzed in a dream.I kept thinking about Kiro, closed my eyes and let myself fall into a different setting. Eventually I appeared in an apartment building where there was a door open. I could see the inside of a hallway and a living room. But the lighting was dim. A small version of I and my brothers appeared and ran out the apartment playfully. I thought it was cute but told them to go back inside since I didn't want to explore the outside of the building.

They ran inside and I walked in and closed the door. I than walked through the hall calling for Kiro. But than a big doll sized black spider with really long thin legs appeared sliding through the hall behind me. It grabbed me from behind and told me to hide with it in a corner.I didn't know whether to trust it or not but decided to just go with it. But than out f no where it changed into a big black sort of animated looking,(maybe in the style of invader zim), cat. It was floating as it grabbed me from behind and was pushing me around in the apartment. " Don't you remember me!? Your favorite doll Adia!?" It said pushing and pulling me. I managed to get it off me and started hitting it though telling it that it was no demon. Looking at the flowers though made me think how funny and alternate world like this seemed.

After hitting it for a bit it changed into a stuffed doll tiger and than i asked the boy who came out of it who he was. He said he was Eye. I wanted to see Kiro but decided it was okay to just hang with Eye for a bit. I looked at him than asked him how old he was. He said 12 and that is what he looked like at the time. I than started walking and calling for Kiro again. Eye followed and we ran and jumped through a window that seemed like a blue portal.The scene ended up changing to a non lucid one where I was looking at a screen of a red hair anime girl that mentioned how she was going to be queen and was going to destroy the titain. It than changed to a video game where I had to help the main protagonist, who was Eye, by filling his power source with water. Others helped too but than the scene changed again.
I was now in a park with a group of teens and a old guy. We were separated into two groups. I decided to stay near Eye as he was playing with his friends. Seeing myself toss a Pie like a frisbee though made me fully lucid. I decided to roll with it though. We were playing with the pie frisbee until i saw the old guy getting mad that we were on his side. He was bulding a wooden contraption so he could shoot the others with. I started breaking it piece by piece after i broke the top wooden part and told him I wasn't going to allow him to hurt them.
After that I went up to Eye who was sitting down and noticed he was now blonde with blue eyes.

"Are you french?" I asked him. "No" said Eye staring at the ground. "Are you italian?" I asked. "No!" he said still staring at the ground. "Than what are you? You have blonde hair and blue eyes." I told him. He didn't tell me but just looked at me than told me something I don't remember. I thought about how I felt good seeing him the way he was before and took in the moment i had with him until i woke up.

Cartoon City

I was in my living room trying to stop kids who were running all around. I had finished stopping a few of them from setting a trap and now i was trying to keep them from running away. But after trying to help a little girl that looked familiar, fix a lego toy, i realized it was a dream.

I flew out the house and ended up inside another setting that sort of looked like a cartoon city. I was flying over it than landed in what seemed like the interior of a home. There was a really big t.v. playing a cartoon on it i thought to be Doug. I wanted to go inside of it to see where it would take me but than i changed my mind. After that a tall buff guy with blue viking like hair grabbed me from behind and started humping me saying he wasn't going to stop till the 154th day. I pushed him away and got the feeling he looked like the middle age viking version of Eye.

I changed the setting into a huge ocean after that and we we were swimming in the ocean that had high waves. The sun was shining and we saw a boat with katara and aang in it. I threw a plate thinking of it as a Frisbee at them and they manged to throw it back at me and the other guy. But than the plate went past us and the ocean started drying up until it became a office. A girl who was supposedly an actor was looking for something and asked me about it. I said I didn't know than took a bite out of something crispy i saw laying around. It tasted like cinnamon. After the viking like guy left and i walked around a bit I woke up.

Pictures

I was inside a game like world where I found hidden passages that had pictures of Dawn. The place had a sort of pirate feel to it and I remember getting on a ship.

Morning of June 1, 2015. Monday.



The first part of this dream sequence concerns a large lump of multicolored soft candy, which is actually as big as a basketball at one point. It is almost Playdough-like. I chew on some though am not fully sure if it is meant to be swallowed or used more like gum, though I do seem to be eating it for a short time. I assume purple is grape, yellow is lemon, red is strawberry, green is lime, orange is orange (citrus), and blue is blueberry. The flavor is fairly strong. As I pull certain pieces apart and roll the rest back into a ball, I find small toys stuck within some parts; many metallic figures (likely soldiers) and even a couple miniature ladders. I get the impression that there is only supposed to be one “prize” per smaller candy pack, but there are several in this larger blob - almost as if some just happened to appear mysteriously. There are at least two larger balls of this candy and I am getting the idea that the items inside can be sold at a local flea market, assuming we get enough to bother with for one day or so. (I do not give them to my youngest son because they are apparently mostly duplicates of what he already has.)

My wife and I end up at a flea market which seems to be at a location that is a composite of the area just north of us in real life near the zoo and the south school grounds from my old elementary school in Florida, including the playground, though the setting seems a bit different than either location. It seems we do not have much to sell and are mostly there to see how the market operates. After wandering around for a time, there is a sudden heavy rain and wind that causes everyone to go into a large warehouse-like building but still be publicly available to buy things from. My wife and I want to see how people are doing, but are not sure how to get into the building. We end up going through an area that seems like a large bathroom, which seems rather strange to have as an entrance in a public area even if it is the back part of the building (though still with nearby public sidewalk access). After we go through, we reach a room where a (unknown) family is seated on the floor. I sit down and there is some sort of minor conflict about which items (some sort of snack foods I think) belong to which person at this point, due to the chaos from everyone rushing into the building when the rain and wind suddenly started. A (unknown) dark-haired girl in a cross-legged sitting position says that the items I had decided to pick up from the floor belong to her family even though I had the impression that I had dropped them just before. I decide not to protest her possibly erroneous claim.

Morning of June 1, 2015. Monday.



I deliberately semi-lucidly reset my dream about four times. The way I did it involved having to be on my left side and mentally focusing on an area above the center of our bed, which is similar to a routine relating to my more abstract dream sequences. I have often deliberately gone back into the same dream scenario throughout my life by semi-lucid intent and typically made both lucid and non-lucid changes for each version prior to waking for the day.

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Jordan Gavaris of “Orphan Black” is in an unusual production of “Swan Lake” with unfamiliar people (other than a younger version of my wife Zsuzsanna) and at one point is wearing a white bodysuit (though people seem to change costumes quickly while still on the stage). The stage is mostly like a large platform that is elevated and centered very high above the audience and access is via one corner that is much like a circus trapeze setup. I do not seem to be directly involved in the performance even though I am on stage most of the time. Unused stage props and equipment remain on the stage at all times. The only way that any members of the audience far below could see the stage is by way of monitors near ground level, though I am not directly aware of any cameras nearby.

Although I am somewhat wary of the edges of the stage, it seems safe enough. At one point, Jordan and a few others ride in a sleigh-like vehicle that looks like a white swan, which is being pulled by a rope by a machine on one side of the stage. I am perceiving and copying (to a lesser extent) Jordan’s mood in his wariness about being too close to the edge of the platform at times, but he does not fall.

In one of the last resets, an unknown male climbs up to the platform from far below. I am not sure if he is involved in the production though he watches for a time. Oddly, I get the impression he may also be a known serial killer (something to do with his appearance seeming slightly familiar as such) but I am not that worried, because there are so many other people around. In all versions of my dream, I begin to feel an intense exhilaration at being so high up even though there is a vague sense of the whole setup possibly being precarious and an awareness that people could easily fall to their death at any moment, especially in going near the edges of the platform.

In the last reset, the platform seems higher than ever. When I look down at one area, the audience is so far away, I can barely discern individual people. It seems somewhat like a football stadium at this point (though about four times the distance from the center), with the platform elevated from the center of the field. The curious sensations of giddiness and exhilaration continue, though not enough to be disorienting. I do not become fully lucid at any point even though I was aware enough to reset my dream a few times. Additionally, there is the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity, where I seem to be in an indoor and outdoor setting simultaneously. For example, the “curtains” which seem to be at a distance and impossibly large, also seem integrated as the “sky” at times.

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I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.

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