non-lucid

I've been having reallllly weird dreams lately, compared to my weird stress-induced dreams about work. I've been waking up in a panic unfortunately because of them so I lose a lot of recall on them, but this is what I remember. I would really like feedback on the dream from 10/1/14, just because I've never had a dream like that involving owls


9/30/14

My boyfriend and I are at a football game, namely the Seattle Seahawks and the Denver Broncos. I know it's this game because one, we're wearing our Seahawks jersies (and so are a lot of other people) and because I just know it's in Denver. Does that make sense? Anyways, the stadium is half of my high school's football field and half of Safeway, namely the checkout area. We're shopping for snacks, about to head into the game, and these little kids keep running around and fighting with each other. My boyfriend and I are sick of them fighting, so he chases them around the stadium and I'm waiting to catch them. They run into me and I grab them and say "interception! that's what happens when you play the seahawks!". Only putting that one in because I'm 99% sure I said that out loud, because my boyfriend asked me why I was talking about the Seahawks in the middle of the night.

Well we jump from capturing the kids to sitting on the field. We're sitting in metal bleachers on the very end, and a storms coming in. Just like in all my dreams about storms, the sky goes to a really deep navy blue, and the bad part of the storm turns black. We realize it's about to be a tornado, but we don't have time to leave. We're trying to hunker down, but the storm comes in too fast and we get sucked into the tornado. I wake up in a panic because I'm freaking terrified of tornados (even though in my city the last actual tornado to actually do anything in my city was back in 1979..). I know more happened after that but I woke up so suddenly I lost it



10/01/14

This is the interesting one. I am with my family, but it's not my family. It's me, a younger sibling (I think a girl for the most part, but it's gender switched) and our aging father. We can fly, and we're flying in search of something, like food or money. I don't know what, but it's just this feeling of needing to find a supply of something. My father lands us in the mouth of this cave, halfway up a mountain. It's dark and somewhat gloomy, and there are shelves built into the wall. There is a back room you can get into through an arch built into the stone wall. We're rummaging, looking for something. I get the feeling we either own this cave area (somehow) or it's an unmanned shop. We collect items (cant remember what) and we're getting ready to go. I remember my father figure standing off to the side, holding an armful of things. I remember he lays down on his stomach in the mouth of the cave, and he's smiling. He's happy, and I get the feeling it's because he owns the cave (at least I think). A good thing to note is that in the dream I'm standing off to the side with my sibling, but I'm watching him from an upper angle to his left. I'm staring down at him, and suddenly, he's thrown back and I'm now the father. I'm in his body, and I know that it's me lying on my back, but I'm still watching from the same angle.

This giant owl that's about 3 or 4 feet tall, light brown with a white face and chest, lands on me/father figure and pins down the body. He says something along the lines of, 'this is what your price for treachery is!' and then he sinks his beak into the neck and rips it out. And I mean, it's pretty gore. He slices the neck up and just goes to town on it. And I know it's me dying, but all I can do is watch. The owl is up to the side of me on the wall,opposite of where I'm watching from. My view switches from up above to the right to looking up at the owl beneath him. He spreads his wings out and says, "if only you had done your part, paid what you owed, you would have lived!" and I got this really heavy feeling of like, I don't know, a gang or something. Like me/father figure was in the business with the owl and we didn't do our share so the owl killed me/him.

I woke up pretty startled, needless to say, and I lost a lot of bits from the dream

I was driving down a highway somewhere in Iowa. There were fields stretching off into the horizon on both sides of the road. it was late afternoon. There were no other people on the road.

I came over a rise, and saw something strange. Over off the road in a tobacco field on my right, a man was being crucified. I pulled over and got out to get a better look. The cross was t-shaped and about thirty-to-fifty-feet high. It was secured with metal cables. From the two arms of the cross some material was hung, like silk or plastic wrap. it formed these "wing" sort of things, like those wings on the flying suits that people wear.

The man being crucified appeared to be a white man made up in African ceremonial dress and paint. He even had two bones stuck in both his nostrils. Much to my surprise, he was laughing. It was a deep and sinister-sounding laugh.

On the ground were the people who had put him up and come to watch him die. They were all Amish people, and they stood around silently and emotionless with there arms crossed, looking up at him.

A young man met a boy who claimed to be his long lost brother. But it turned out he actually wasn't, and the false brother kidnapped the young man and forced him at gun point to make humiliating phone calls to all his friends. In total, he was forced to make 470 of these calls. Then the false brother murdered him.

I was in a men's restroom with the door open. I has holding a white latex surgical glove. I took some scissors and cut about an inch off the end of the index finger. I filled this up with water from the sink, tied the open end and threw it like a water balloon against the wall. It burst and splattered water. Then two girls came to the door and looked in at me. I picked up the remains of the finger, held it out to them and said, "Look! It's Professor Siri!"

A man in a cartoon was killed by various sentient industrial-grade film cameras.

My sister and I were playing hide and seek in our house. Instead of stairs, we had holes in the floor with ladders.

As I was looking, I was walking backwards for some reason. I abruptly turned around, and just inches from my face there was a black cat, standing on its hind legs leaning out over the edge of a table, absolutely motionless. It's mouth was wide open, and it stared fixedly at me with yellow eyes.

Then I found my sister. It was my turn to hide. I hid in a closet. When she found me she was incredibly sad, and her eyes were red and wet. She had had an enormous mood swing.

I lived in the country during World War 5. One of my friends had a job as a mail carrier, and she hated it because she has bad knees.

I was riding down a road on the back of a flat-bed pickup with a bunch of noisy teen boys. They were all carrying rocket launchers and machine guns and grenades and stuff. As we drove down the interstate, we would occasionally drive passed a big billboard. At that point, the boys would all jump off, run up to the sign and just DESTROY it with their weapons. Pretty epic.

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Thursday morning, 2 October 2014.

A Big Fly Crawls From a Small Pipe and Bites Me

Dream # 17,454-02.

I am in the bathroom of my current real-life home. I recall I need to replace a tap spindle because the shower’s hot water does not turn off completely. (In reality, the spindle threads had worn; the handle turned without tightening.)

I focus on an area near the ceiling where a small pipe capped with a bolt juts diagonally downward. (The feature does not exist in reality.)

Something undetermined inside the pipe, seemingly alive, is slowly pushing out the bolt. It turns out to be an unnaturally big green bottle fly doing this. It emerges after it pushes the bolt out. (There is no backstory implying how it got inside the pipe.)

The fly painfully bites the middle of my right forearm, which I assume may be fatal. Without emotion (because of dream state intuition), I sit at the foot of our bed to wait for Zsuzsanna.

An unfamiliar man of about 40 (this dream’s protoconsciousness) sits in our lounge room. I do not perceive him as an intruder. I think he might be here to help me with either the plumbing or my presumed medical emergency (even though such an immediate response would be impossible in reality), but he does not react.

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Upon waking, I realized my dream’s pain was an exaggeration of “pins and needles” caused by uncomfortably sleeping on my right arm. (I often sleep on my left side, unlike here.)

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A life form emerging from somewhere, especially an enclosed area, correlates with my anticipation of exiting the dream state. It is as simple as that.

The fly (somatosensory anticipation from neuronal energies increasing) emerges from the pipe (REM atonia decreasing through spinal neurons).

There is an additional association with achieving arm and hand mobility and strength because I swat at annoying flies in real life. My dream’s beginning exemplifies REM atonia by focusing on a tap handle unresponsive to a hand tightening it.

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If you still do not understand dream content causality, review the following:

I am uncomfortably sleeping on my right arm. REM atonia (natural immobility while sleeping) is also a factor here.

The dream state responds to this by presenting a situation where using my right arm (to tighten a tap) is infeasible.

Spinal (to the upper end of the “pipe”) motor neurons (“buzzing fly”) increase my awareness of my wrongful sleeping position until pain (“fatal” fly bite) becomes the predominant focus.

Sitting at the foot of our bed in the last scene demonstrates metacognition as a precursor to wakefulness.

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Dream - Lucid

I had some college courses I had signed up for, 4 or 5, but had only gone to a few classes. I was trying to recall the last time I attended class. I wanted to drop them, but it may have been too late in the semester and I was going to have to fail them. I had someone that I was with look on a computer at my grades for me because I was too embarrassed to. I don't think there were any failing grades, strangely. but I kept thinking about missing tests and how that had to affect it. I then thought about the teachers calling roll every day and my name still being on the roll because I hadn't dropped the class yet.

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Dallas was ordering food. He got a sandwich and a bunch of everything bagels, some in a bag and I think he was carrying one. I was thinking about how that couldn't be healthy for him to eat so many bagels. I wasn't hungry, but I had food too. I went to go into this room that was supposed to have a long table and some chairs in it to eat on, but looking through the window, I saw a bunch of small desks and chairs in two vertical lines. No one was sitting in them. I opened the door and saw there was a teacher in there, a young man. I suppose he was getting ready to test his class or something. We still wanted to sit in there and eat, and he seemed ok with that. He then asked me to hang him a croissant. He pronounced it very French-like. I was looking around for them but didn't see them immediately. I then saw a plastic container with some slightly overdone croissants in it. I handed him one. I then sat down.

I was having some dream about walking around my university. I was standing outside the student center, kind of the main building of my university. There is an amusement ride going around the lake in the back of the center. It is some kind of roller-coaster only it doesn't go above ground. It just makes use of the terrain. Also, there is only one car, that holds four people.
I watch it go on a cycle and think about how fast and jolty the ride looks. It does not look like fun. But of course there is some DC telling me that I am a big baby for not going on what would be a rather mild ride. He says he is going to ride it. But the dream characters on it seem to be having a great time. On the second cycle it ends up coming off of the rail and rolling into the lake. Lucikly, the safety harnesses come loose and the people swim safely to shore.
Karma for that guy who called me a baby.
I walk off and somehow find myself in the wrong part of the university. I tell some other dream characters what happened to the ride.
Eventually I think I may have run into Manei, and gone to semi lucidity, but the dream got hazy and I either woke up or carried on.

2:30 p.m.

I was in a bar. I met three guys. We talked a bit. I was interested in one, but as we were handing out numbers (I think I went around a fence to get to the other two), he went ahead (and I saw him through the fence). It was in a park. I looked for him but he's no longer around. I was able to get his e-mail though so I sent him a message.

I was in a hotel. We were there for an event. We went from one floor to another to get to the restaurant. We went through a series of... "tunnels". I don't know why there wasn't any elevator or stairs. Then we had to guess which tunnel door leads to the proper floor.

When we reached the restaurant floor (lower), I realized I left my wallet in the car (Who owns it? Is it open? Do I need to get the key?), so I had to go back. I walked around the restaurant first to check out some sweets (I woke up smelling sweets. I think someone cooked.).

I had to go back "up" through the tunnel, but I don't know which hole to get in. There was another guy who was looking for it and thought he found it. He was trying to open the door to the "ceiling". I then received a "message" on the lower left corner of my vision (like in Facebook). I then "teleported" to the proper floor, just beside the tunnel hole on the floor, and saw it open and the guy went up. I cheered and said I teleported. He seems happy and so are the other people there (salesladies?).

I was with some corporate guys on the stairway, but we're on a high floor, exposed to the elements. The stairs is outside the building somehow. I was thinking maybe I should have gotten a "height" accident insurance (in case I fall).

Somehow, we were done with whatever we needed to do at that floor. We went back down the tunnels again, this time going through a rather big and detailed circular (wooden) door.

We went there and saw a dead guy on the floor (we're in the parking lot area inside the building, on the higher floors). Somehow, I remember "seeing" the corpse earlier (probably when I was teleporting). There was a groundskeeper/janitor/guard there. I was with the guy (looks nerdy and around middle age). The guard said that he was killed because he has money. Maybe the guy who borrowed money from him killed him. There was also a guard dog. He has a leash, and the guard was holding it. I liked the dog, but then he growled low. I didn't feel fear. I looked at the nerdy guy, and he was shifty. He was afraid of the dog. I'm thinking the dog was just reacting to new, unfamiliar people, but I doubted it (just like I doubted the guard's words about the murder). The nerdy guy moved behind the dog and I followed him. The dog was still staring and growling at the location we left behind. The night is starting to crawl in. I told the guard to release the dog's leash immediately.

Then it was dark. I saw the moon somehow through the open spaces outside. The werewolf jumped in from somewhere above us. The dog was barking at it, but couldn't move because his leash is tied to the wall. I "sped up" and removed it from the hook (the leash looks flimsy enough but I didn't/couldn't cut it). Once the dog was released, I put on my claws and faced him together.

The alarm sounded, a mnemonic induction technique from LaBerge. I was seeing an area at night, with a McDonald's nearby. I was already lucid. I was also thinking of teeth, somehow, but I was also hearing the induction and paying attention. Then after five minutes, it repeated. Damn stupid alarm.

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NOTES:

- I slept around 12:30 p.m.
- I slept on my right side.
- I was trying to focus on breathing and thoughts before sleeping.
- Felt so tired when I slept.
- I woke up refreshed, if a bit annoyed at the alarm.

I was having a non lucid dream at a school and started looking for a way out.
But the doors kept showing me walls so I kept running around until a DC grabbed me. I became lucid and it looked like Nelson Mandela mixed with another person. He started pulling me on the dirt ground next to a younger girl who was laughing. He asked her to look for a tombstone. I asked him if it was for him and he said no, it was for me...I started to panic and appeared on a bed in a room downstairs. Than creepy music from a very vivid dream I had months ago started playing. So I closed my eyes and started to bite my rubbery hand to try to wake up. I reappeared on the bed again and started biting it again and woke up.

After I was calm I went back to sleep and was having a non lucid dream. I was with a boy and he seemed like the perfect dream guide I wanted in my dream. We walked into a room downstairs and started talking and singing on the bed. But clones busted through the door and were annoying us. I knocked most of them out the door and locked it but they just opened it again. Suddenly the atmosphere started to change and it was darker. I was going to jump out a opening I saw in the window but the DC boy cried out to me to stop. I sighed and went up to him. It was time to face my fears...I walked into a hall where I saw my cousins and a old friend talking in a circle. Than out of no where a creepy girl spirit tried to scare me. I was going to run but I started to sing and dance to entertain her so the atmosphere can change into a good one. She seemed pleased and started to fade away. Than a lady from the olden days(Maybe during those monarch times)came up to me and said something. I turned to see a bright green hill with a clear blue sky and paintings on the sky of a rainbow,king and maybe angels.I flew to the setting and shouted out to the dream "What does this dream represent!?". The ground suddenly began to shake and a castle rose from the ground. There were people from the olden times running to hold onto the castle and maybe civil war guys running at us with guns in the sky. But there was one loud gust of smoke that shot into the air and out of it came a civil war or other type of old tiny soidger. I asked him what the dream represented again and he shouted in a loud voice "Prison!"Than they began to shoot the citizens and a lady pointed for one to shoot at me. He shot at me but it felt like nothing. I started to walk around and everything changed. It was like the ending to a movie. A random boy came up to a lady and asked what happened to the candy apples on the tree. The lady said it couldn't grow any anymore. Than the boy asked why not again and the lady shouted at him.I continued to observe the scenery and there were fruit roll ups shaped like tounges licking each other. The weird part is I could taste it and they tasted good. XD

Very interesting colors and shapes swirl around as my whole experience for a bit. Then I decide to go to a class I hadn't attended in a while. Some sort of English class, I'm not really sure what it is about yet. But most of the term has passed, and I think it's a good time to check in and see what's going on. I walk into the classroom, filled with college kids, and am warmly greeted by the teacher. I'm flattered she is so nice, considering I haven't been to any of the classes until now.

I look for my seat, but get a strong urge to use the bathroom, so I step out for a brief break so I can focus better. I go down a hall, and see a stairway. Two people are in the stairway, discussing where the bathroom might be. They don't know, and neither do I. Instead of following them, I trust my intuition, and go a different route, pretty confident that they will also find a bathroom in time.

I try to go down another stairway, but run into a large group of people, all walking slowly, carrying their book bags and talking to one another. I make my way past them, turn down another hall, and see a urinal at the end. It is strange that there are no doors to the bathroom. It looks to be a room that the janitors must use for something. I go up to the urinal, and am surprised to see that it is actually a sink, with a faucet at the top, and a urinal basin for the bottom.

I don't want to pee in the sink! So I look around and spot a toilet right next to it. I set something valuable down on top of the urinal/sink, and relieve myself in the toilet, keeping careful watch down the hall in case someone comes this way. Two people turn the corner, so I stop peeing out of respect for their sensibilities, mostly relieved so I'm okay, and go to wash my hands. One of the people goes to use the toilet, and I worry about splash back on my item I put on the urinal, but try not to worry about it.

Suddenly, I'm misted by a blast of water spraying from some unseen source. Ah, this must be the hand washing water... I wash my hands in it, careful to let some water pass behind me and not to block the entire jet of water so the people behind me can have some too. But they are more annoyed that I'm washing my hands in that water than anything.

Alright, I better get back to class now. But I'm lost. I have no idea where I am. All I know is that my class room was on the second level of a massive bridge connecting two large buildings to one another. It must be B-Wing. I try to back track my steps and end up outside the building. I know I didn't go outside to get here, but it is sort of familiar, and I think I can get there this way just as well as the other way.

Walking around the building, I approach a large group of people just relaxing outside, laying in the sun, happily talking amongst themselves. There are a few builders taking a break on the hill, eating their food and enjoying the sun right next to the stairs up to B-Wing. I can nearly see my class room through the doors atop a few tall flights of outside stairs leading up to the bridge area. To my right is a goat with long blonde hair, and a rather human like face. She says hi to me, then starts talking to the builders. I'm not sure if this goat/woman speaks English, or if I can understand goat language really well. I am a goat whisperer after all.

No time to ponder that now, I'm late for class. So I walk past all this, shoot a quick smile at goat/lady, and approach the stairs. As soon as I take my first step on the stairs, I get that heavy leg thing. My legs feel like they each weigh 100 more pounds, plus like they're bungee corded to the ground, and are now unresponsive to usual motor control. It takes all my effort and focus to move just one foot up to the next step. There are many steps to go, so I use all my focus and concentration to consciously move my legs to get me up the steps in a timely fashion. My automatic movement part of the brain seems to have turned off for some reason, so all of the motion is now conscious motion.

It seems like it has taken so much time to climb the stairs that the class must surely have ended by now. But I push on anyway to prove to myself that I can overcome this obstacle, and also because the teacher might still be there so I can talk with her. Is it an English type of class?

/// I interpret this as I know the next steps to take in life, but they're hard. Although no matter how difficult they are to take, I can do it, and there's something important to be learned once I've taken these steps. Also, if I weren't so distracted by bathroom things, I could have learned what I needed to by now. Focus!

I am sitting alone in a big apartment complex, listening to the rain pitter patter on the roof. It's night time, and I'm not sure what to do really. I faintly hear a knocking outside, but it's not at my door. I consider ignoring it, but decide to see who it is, since it is raining outside, and someone might need some help.

I go outside, and around the building to the front side of it about 100 ft around the corner and see that it was my spiritual guide knocking at the door. I got the impression he was trying to offer me a ride. He is now just about at his car, and about to drive away. I run up to him before he leaves, and tell him that I'd like a ride.

Once I get in the car, my good friend from school is now the driver, and it is day time. We're on a snowy mountain road, driving faster than I would drive given the conditions. There is a narrow band of dry road that is totally safe, but on each side is a slippery mix of snow and ice. My friend turns a corner too sharply, dipping into the slippery area, and the car spins off the road. Now air born, we are falling toward an icy river that looks really unpleasant. I see a snow bank just below, and think how nice it would be if we landed there instead.

We do! The front of the car sinks deep into the snow bank, far enough that we have to use the rear doors to get out. As soon as we get out and climb away a little, the snow gives way, and the car falls into the icy water below. As soon as it splashes in, I see my spiritual guide again next to me, with his lower robes all wet like he had been playing in the water just now.

Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.



My location is unknown (although it may be the southwest Cubitis bedroom). It seems to be late morning. My mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is sorting various items that normally would not be mixed together, including miscellaneous photographs, cutouts from magazines and newspapers (both mine and hers), documents featuring my affirmations, pages from my childhood dream journals (large loose leaf binder type), and letters. I have a dream within a dream and a false awakening back into my original dream. It involves getting an idea and attempting to make it work in my original dream.

I have a small bag of marbles that I think I can get to fly simply by putting a toy-helicopter-rotary-like piece (possibly made from wire or from a cheap toy helicopter) into the top when closed and then twisting it around and letting it go (similar to putting a rubber-band around two pencils or chopsticks and winding one around a few times so that they can spin or “dance”). The rotary is only about the size of the palm of my hand. I try it several times and it actually lifts and hovers for a very short time each time but eventually does not work and mostly seems a result of just flipping about from the surface of the bed and onto the floor. I then get the idea that it would work if the small bag was lighter, so I take out the marbles and fill it with fluff (pillow stuffing, I think). It goes a bit farther but still does not actually fly or result in the rotary “unwinding” (to cause it to “fly”) for more than a second or two.

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Sorting likely relates to mixed thought processes in the dream state. Marbles may come from the concept of “losing marbles” thereby relating to marbles as concrete thoughts (or logic). The helicopter association, especially the rotary, relates to conscious awareness itself and the nature of “return flight” (as the waking prompt), so my dream may simply be a metaphor for an attempt to gain lucidity in the dream state. I remove the marbles and replace them with pillow stuffing. This seems linked to replacing certain “concrete” conscious thoughts with potential dream features, probably to attempt re-induction (deeper into the dream state).

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Subliminal re-induction does seem to be the key factor here. My dream self is “experimenting with flight” in a typical non-lucid state and even utilizing an unrealized dream sign as such (the pillow stuffing and even the small bag, which is akin to a miniature pillowcase).

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,453-04. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



I am in Cubitis (not my home since 1978), but also aware of Zsuzsanna and our children living here, as well as my father (though I do not see him, and my dream self has no recall he died in 1979). It is a cloudy day.

Adjacent to the driveway (reaching east to west) on each side, from the carport to the highway, are grapevines along the ground (though they resemble a pumpkin plant with smaller leaves). Some sections are overgrown into the middle of the driveway. I pull the middle section, like pulling a rope, the vine about the diameter of a finger, and rearrange it so it goes into the north area of the front yard, almost into the neighbor’s orange grove. There seems to be an oak tree in one area instead of an orange tree and it looks like another part of a vine has grown onto and around the tree as well but I mostly focus on the driveway. I vividly consider how fortunate we will be when we are able to live off the grapes. I realize I am holding a large bunch of ripe grapes (and eat a few, the flavor very nice), but more may not be available for a few weeks.

Three areas have been overtaken by ants. One area is near the northwest corner of the carport. I watch with concern about the ants eating the grapes as they grow and ripen. I think using water will not stop the ants as their nest may be too deep. The water may not reach all the tunnels.

I consider blocking the openings to the anthills. I use a mix of glue and pieces of broken bricks and debris and it seems it may eventually work. Some ants get onto my hands.

Meanwhile, a huge pale grasshopper (as long as my forearm) is slowly emerging from the ground near the carport’s northwest corner.

I talk to Zsuzsanna about stopping the ants and about the big grasshopper, in a less-vivid offset dream.

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It is crucial to understand the causal factors of dreams (for clarity of mind and gaining the potential for dream state modulation) without the hearsay of habitually pretending waking-life symbolism and propagating misconceptions.

The vines represent my instinctual awareness of the lack of mind-body correlation while sleeping, particularly with the arms, as my last dream of this sleep cycle notes this dream. The causal factor of both was that my arm was in an uncomfortable position, with pins and needles (from lack of blood flow).

The ants represent pins and needles in my hand while sleeping.

The grasshopper emerging from the ground correlates with coming up out of sleep with anticipatory sleep myoclonus (as a grasshopper “kicks” and jumps).

The vines are near and over the driveway because it was a path I often walked in waking life to go to the end of it to wait for the school bus, signifying again that walking or mobility is not possible while sleeping.

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,453-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



In my final dream of this morning, I am in bed in the same location, orientation, and time as it is in reality in the early morning. Zsuzsanna wants a glass of water, and one appears in my hand without me getting out of bed (implying telekinesis). She says it tastes bitter.

I think the bitterness may be from when I was trying to block the ants from coming out of the ground in another dreaming experience this sleep cycle (as if this dream implies another dream was real, but with no recall of more dreaming experiences). I think the pheromones from the ants may have gotten into the water from my hands. However, that is not consistent, as my other dream took place in Cubitis in America, and this one takes place in our present home in Australia (though that discrepancy does not affect my dream self’s recall).

At this point, a snake seems to be in our bed on my right at first. It resembles a coral snake and seems to come from just under my shoulder. Soon, it is gone as if it was not there in the first place. I think I was probably incorrectly perceiving my arm to be a snake as discernibility is lost even though my dream was vivid otherwise.

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I typically summon water (virtual melatonin) to sustain and vivify a dream, but in this case, its bitterness is because of my need to wake due to my arm being in an uncomfortable position.

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