non-lucid

28th May 2021

Fragment:

Outside, night time. There's someone else with me. We're on top of a short building, flat roof. There's a curving road that comes down on a hillside and then back up a bit further along. Relative to me, this is to a 90 degree quadrant in my front-right.

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29th May 2021

Fragment:

Long dream, there's a hill and a big manor or castle on top? Some interaction with other dream characters. Something about walking a path, something about nature. Get the feeling of dawn or morning.

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Notes:

- I'm having trouble recalling dreams despite clearly remembering being in them. Dream recall just seems to have completely faded by the time I'm sort of aware of being awake. My first thoughts on waking are fairly random and not seemingly related to my dreams.

- I also have little or no recall of my alarms going off earlier in the morning. I wonder if the issue here is the same as what has made me feel unable to see things in/with my imagination of late, a somewhat frustrating problem.

- It occurs to me that H's alarm has been different for a while; I used to think it was particularly annoying before, perhaps it was raising my awareness because of being annoying.

I dreamt Alice made a giant beautiful watercolor piece on huge paper and I had to bring it from the classroom up to her DS9 desk.
I clumsily pick it up on front of the entire classroom and can barely get it out of the room without bending creases in it and walking into walls.
I'm super ashamed and embarrassed but I don't know if people are noticing because I'm purposely not looking at them.

I make it up to her desk and Victoria is there, and we have a good conversation.

She asks me about how my five years of probation is going (!?) and I say fine, and begin loudly telling her that it was bullshit and I was caught being a middleman but there are some school officers and faculty walking by the aisle of desks and I can see them giving me suspicious looks, so I stop unnaturally in the middle of my sentence and talk about something else.

I don't think Victoria sees the officers so she probably thinks I am out of it. I look at Alice's drawing and notice a huge tear at the bottom and creases in multiple other places.

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I'm walking down the sidewalk by Evan's way, the one parallel to the fens. It's a warm, cloudy, blustery afternoon that is about to break into a thunderstorm and the sky is darkening.
John and Irena are walking ahead, and a giant human-sized palm leaf gets caught on one of the small trees to our left. I'm walking that direction anyway, and Irena grabs it and hoops it around my head jokingly, like a mother. I grab each end and dance with it, and use it as a sail to carry me down the dirt path.
Irena laughs to John as I get dragged further away and they wave goodbye.

There's a group of practicing BU cheerleaders dressed in shimmery gold, forming a pyramid under one of the big shady trees. As I blow by I do pull the leaf under my legs and do some cool somersaults.
I turn into Daria H. and Irena mentions how multitalented I am as I continue somersaulting across the street towards the Gardner museum, but remember to stop as a truck chugs slowly out from behind a car.

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I'm on a balcony at Target, overlooking the long escalator crowded with people. I see a glimpse of Mrs. Bello and Joaquin, and I rush to the ground floor and see they're carrying home a newly purchased TV!
This isn't the first time I've run into them at Target, and we catch up.

And then I'm at their house--it's one of the large, simple ones from the colonial era made from blank, mossy dark wood and with no embellishments. The roof is giant and dominates the house's silhouette--on the right side its slope continues downward, to the ground. And the house is under a thick blanket of damp-smelling autumn trees, at the very back of an empty, grassy lot. It looks like it was plopped there in the Sims.

I approach the ramp and see under it, see that the inside of the house is shelled out and charred black, so it looks like an empty dollhouse.

The sound of a slow car rolls into the street behind me, with a woman in the passenger seat. My vision is a little blurry, but from way here in the back of the lot it looks like she has the white eyes of a lizard--I know because she's leaning far out of the passenger seat, staring at me with her head following me mechanically like a pivot as the car moves.

I chase after her yellow car on my bike, fiercely curious, until the car disappears into an alley. That curiosity turns into fear as the car begins chasing me, and begins an action sequence of me whipping around tight corners and fences. I eventually reach the bottom of a highway overpass that reminds me of the one in springfield.

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(fragments I jotted half asleep and don't remember well enough to write out in full)

Elliot Smith Bled white city ending credits overtaken by animated characters like before
The flowers pouring out of the plane represent their loved ones let them be

Visit dark sea st weymouth studio daylight under cheap blinds
find clothes rushing scary feel presence end on summer train platform

Last minute bart simpson seaside diner at night, me and drug addict have to watch babies
finish some task tonight and it is very high stakes, takes place in sims 3 sunset valley beach

There was a sudden apartment move where I was kicked out (cant even remember why). I moved to a big, depressing beige room with stained carpet and a TV and a sofa pushed up against the wall where I'm pretty sure I slept. It's in a trashy high rise somewhere like east Boston, with warehouses and docks and dense housing and the brown Charles river.

I discover a weird staircase in the kitchen, curving around toward the ceiling. It's small and begins above the counter--like it was made for mice--and I have to crawl up it on all fours. I look up and see that there's no ceiling here.
It's under a sort of overpass in Fenway park, the big green metal scaffolding structures that hang over the parts of the stadium and cast everything in dark shade. It's so close it almost dips into the room.
I reach the top of the tiny staircase to peer over the apartment's wall, and there is a small metal 'balcony' around the perimeter--so close to this 'overpass' I can't stand up fully.
When I peer down there's a narrow shaded street with a gift shop where tourists flock. The gift shop also reaches up to the overpass, so the street feels like a tall, shady tunnel where the sunlight and traffic sounds flood in from both open sides.

Instead of having a railing this 'balcony' has weird pointless windows a couple feet high, not high enough to touch the overpass, and balancing on the edge. I could just step over them if I wanted to, but of course they're substitutes for railings so I'd plummet to my death. They're caked with dust and can be cranked open with an old-school handle.

When I look forward through the gaps of this huge green ceiling, I can hear the roar of the baseball game and see a sliver of the crowd and green field. I can almost make out the scoreboard.

I get paranoid for some reason, and feel like the tourists below can see me up in the scaffolding, peeking over the ceiling of my apartment at them. My phone buzzes with a message and in my paranoia I duck down--what if it's from some serial killer across the way who sees me?

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I see a courtyard. I went to antonio bates' b-day party here as a kid, and there had been a weird building this was it!! With its mini inner courtyard and cheap pools
It was tall mini water park under a stormy sky with cold slides and hanging playground bridges I see it from above cold wet aqua

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Woke up in uncle Jimmy's basement and immediately knew it was a dream, but was shocked by how clear it all was. I got up and slowly looked around and soaked in every detail. Beautiful late morning sunlight shone into every part of the basement, more than physically possible.
I think I tried laying on the bed and feeling weight, and closing my eyes to see if they'd reopen to Boston. And somehow I knew where I was really sleeping and could envision my real room, which normally doesn't happen.

Every part of the basement felt real until I got to James' room, and saw that there was a flight of quaint wooden stairs going down into a cluttered sub-basement, with complex embroidered railings and rugs. I wanted the dream to stay stable, so I went upstairs instead.

Dad was in the kitchen upstairs making some breakfast. I must not have been lucid anymore, or else I'd have burst into tears. A serious construction friend was there, and a girl sitting over where the TV would be. I lean across and ask her her her name that I have forgotten before. She was friends with another girl, a supposed member of my family, that died recently.

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I have to get to the food pantry across the dark city--Raph and Nell are there. I'm with some old man in his red bathroom as he tells me something important for my journey.
His apartment is small and warm and has a cheap round wooden dining room table pressed against a window, one that faces Evan's way except it is a long stretch of pitch, pitch blackness.

Something happens because there are predators out there in the alleys and sewers. The park is an acre-wide flat empty square of grass, surrounded on four far sides by these buildings.
They are the only light source--the edges of the park are visible but it's too huge for their light to reach the center and it is a gradual pit of darkness. I believe they get me when they see me in the middle of the open space and rush towards me from the alleys looking in. I have to try multiple times.

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On the green line in the same dark city except a class is happening with all the adults and teenagers and strangers on the train and they're going around, having people recite something in response to certain questions.
I'm not sure what's going on and am listening close over the roar of the train, trying to figure it out before I am called on.

Bowlingotter is there, Lissy over in front of me to my right, Matty above on the seats one staircase up behind me.
I smile at her laughing and I wonder if he knows I have a tiny crush on her. The train is warm and the windows are black leaving only our reflections and tiny colorful lightspots from the traffic outside. I feel nice surrounded by all these people.

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At the Weymouth house I enter the kitchen and the dining table is in the center, and aunt carol and a random girl are sitting there. It seems like an early spring day--the back door is open and cold white overcast light pours in.

I am trying to dispose of a bag I have and aunt carol is being very finicky about it, going to get a separate bag to put it in and asking me to rip it up first.
I go to my room and am trying to figure something out about joining Suzanne's zoom class on my phone, which had begun on the train. I wander around and look out the windows at an empty smart food bag tumbling through the yard and, and it's dim blue inside because no lights are on and the house seems cold and quiet and empty and it gives me a weight in my stomach.

Death dream
I am dead, it seems, or comatose and about to die. I talk to an angel, it appears, and discuss something about death which I don't remember. Overall, it had a sad atmosphere.


Dream about former neighbor
I appear to be in the house of my former neighbor, Monika, possibly with my parents. I am talking to her, but I don't remember about what.


DreamViews thing
I see in my notifications that apparently somebody voted one of my posts as awful.

In Uncle Jimmy's backseat, with everyone else in the front. We're apparently going to Houston or just to the end of the Hull Peninsula. We're almost there, on that long road by the where the apartment island is. Except to our left the water is a giant canyoned basin, filled with impossibly clear turquoise water, at its bottom beautiful thick, dark, ornate yellow sand.

We wonder why the water is so tropical looking. I speculate that the Pacific ocean usually pushes in the dark bacteria from the deep sea into these small-town basins--maybe it's receded.

The apartment bridge is there, but it's wooden. And there is a tall, strange cactus-like tree sprouting into view. It's entirely unnatural and looks like a poor, undefined rendition of foliage you might find in RCT3, along with color of the water.

I notice sprouting out of the edges of the basin are more low-poly tropical trees. Their roots sprawl "underwater", looking like a maze that belongs deep in the soil but is unhidden by this artificial water. They clip into the sand in places.
Some of them seem to get uprooted by the wind, releasing clouds of the deep ocean "blue bacteria" I'd mentioned. I was right!
They float momentarily and pool at the bottom of the sand.

We're transitioning to a big bridge, and I confirm that the ocean is only opaque because of the billion clouds of microbacteria.
I tell Matt in the front seat that you can scrape your fingers along the basin and get a thick nailful, and they all laugh.
They say something about the roads down in the basin and I say that's the least of their worries. They all laugh again.

Now we're on a stormy, twisting, elevated highway, the kind that forks and loops and overlaps itself on stories-high concrete pillars as it takes you into the deep city. The rain is pouring dangerously, so thickly that the afternoon is almost night.
We are dressed like we're going swimming, sitting shirtless and in swim trunks and towels, and it feels completely unfitting for this situation. I feel vulnerable.
The rain pours harder and some of the windows are open, and there is a sense of doom and a fear of heights kicks in, like we are going to crash and swerve off the highway to the land below.
I'm the one in a towel. I imagine myself washed up on the road.

But soon we're on a much safer wooden bridge, surrouded by lush, sun-baked golden evening fields. Like the one the train in Harry Potter drives through. Uncle Jimmy is not looking at the road, keeps JUST making the turns. Soon we are weaving around the bridge--what if the cops chased us? And there is a tiny, toy-like cop car behind us. I then realize we're also toy-like, and we swing off the bridge and I realize this is Uncle Jimmy's dream, otherwise we'd surely be dead.
We are probably still on the bridge but the "8pm segment" of the dream is here, when Yncle Jimmy goes into deep REM sleep and we can play his dream ourselves and take control of the car.

There is a GTA 5 character named "sean" (Michael) who has a similar mechanic. There is a YouTube compilation of his driving dream segments.

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In Boston, standing on the sidewalk under the 'overpass' entrance of a big tower in the financial district. It feels like a cross between a museum and the DMC. I'm apparently visiting uncle Jimmy with a friendly older "grandpa/uncle" figure but didn't think I would actually have to spend the night. I wanna avoid it and just stay at the beach.
Dream logic says I'm pretty close to Hyannis, and throughout the dream I refer to my map as I walk through Boston anxiously, around the outskirts where the highways merge down to street level and there are caged elevated walkways to the train stops and grassy lots under high, shadowy overpasses. It's dusk but the clouds overhead are dark and stormy, resulting in a strange humid dimness where none of the streetlights have timed on yet, but should have hours ago.

Hyannis ends up being easy closer than I thought and soon I am on a little bus (like the hull shuttle) looking at the sunny sky and impossibly bright aqua water. We reach a road that winds around the outskirts of town-- a bushy, grassy hill on the inside corner we pass and the sand and water on the outside. I ask him to stop and he does, and I get out and the waves and sand reach right up to the road--I take my shoes off before stepping off the bus directly into the water, and the hot sun raises goosebumps on my skin.

I'm now a blonde girl named Mary and there is a group of mermaids further down, by a dingy brown roadside telephone pole that protrudes directly out of the crystal water and sand.

Some creepy dudes pull up in a van and slow down to match my pace as I walk barefoot through the waves and sand along the road. He leans out of the window and repeats something that I can't hear over the loud hum of the van. The smell of the exhaust follows me. I dig into my acting chops to yell at them and act crazy and psychotic, widen my eyes and chitter my jaw and smile like I am going to kill them, and reach my spamming hands behind my back like I am grabbing something, and they speed away.

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With Laura and Damon and a badass Asian cyber-tech girl on an elevated highway at sunset after a long day, on our way back to school, back to traverse town. We're gonna break in somewhere in a couple hours, we poke at the idea with bubbling excitement, we quietly dare the others to make the suggestion first. I see us in a comic book panel--the highlight of the girl's black hair is a fiery jagged strip, dithered as if from a PC-98 game.

We're in our backyard at traverse town. The house is small and made of smooth, wonky rounded stone, like something from Whoville. The yard is small and round and walled in with a high fence of the same rounded material. It's very cozy though. It looks like a place where you'd have outdoor dinner parties, with a fire pit and warm string lights, baubles, decorations, and the spots of color from the neighbor's fruit tree that springs up and pokes over our stone wall. I can tell that these houses and yards are in a tight cluster, high up on a hill overlooking the town and the ocean (a la Greece?)

When I go down into traverse town it's daytime, and I fight enemies in a big open space with a pink checkered marble floor, bordered by rose bushes and bright fountains and railings, like a palace courtyard. I wish the camera depth of field would revert to hoe it was in Kingdom Hearts 1.

The environment is dark colored and I'm with a party of grown ups. I'm able to choose a companion that will help me out and I scroll through the selections. They are all grey looking and pretty boring but with different shapes. One is formed as an egg, one is a bit scary, one is looking very tired. I look at about 15 of them until I am interupted. A party member's zombie is eating her up. The zombie is streching its mouth really much so that the whole head fits in its mouth.

I'm in my brother's bed and I'm sick. Every time I breathe out a green round rubbery candy with white powder on it rolls out. Some older people from the last dream walks in. They are telling me I have some kind of disease and they seem a bit disgusted. I taste one of the candies and they are pretty good.

Notes: I hid in my brother's bed yesterday.

I notice it's a dream and fly up. I hit a cloud wall and fly through it. I keep on flying and hit another cloud wall. I keep on flying and see the third cloud wall but the dream becomes unstable and I can't remain.

Forgot to document this one.

Nearly lucid
There is something related to the movie the dark tower. I am younger. There is some sort of man with a spaceship, and we had an adventure and it was time to say goodbye as we stand on the sidewalk next to the place I live. We have a sort of discussion.

Scene change. In my room. Am on the computer at night and there is some sort of loud screaming coming from my computer speakers and I felt something was about to happen. I frantically went to mute my audio, but it didn't work. This made me wonder if I am dreaming, so I pinched my nose and breathed through it, but I either tried teleporting away and it didn't work, or I just didn't understand the result of my reality check and just planned to continue on with the story. Either way, I woke up because of a noise in real life.

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I thought of reality checking because that is actually a recurring situation in some of my lighter nightmares, and the feeling was familiar as well. It was also pretty surprising since I didn't do my routine for a long time now. There was also a recurring scene, where I anticipated that I'd meet a screaming female character that has a horrible amount of terror associated with her; I think I had dreamt about her when I was little.

26th May 2021

Fragment:

I'm playing my dwarf paladin. I'm in a dark and gloomy world, not quite like the game and not like waking life. This area is like a volcanic area, but mostly ash. It rains and I feel wet, it's a heavy drizzle. I meet other WoW players, at one point another paladin like mine and on inspecting his gear I see he has an impossible five thousand healing power, but I'm just amazed by it. I take a screenshot to show HW later. I wander off in some direction, with some sub-conscious purpose.

Later on in a different place I meet some furries, apparently some friends of H's friend M who is also in the dream in some way. Other ones are random M/M and I meet these in a city of some sort and as I recall dream reality gets a bit wonky here (phasing, incorrect perspective perceptions, etc). This is the brightest part of the dream as I recall it. I feel I'm just myself at this point, not any other specific character or form.

Some other bit is dystopic, again very gloomy, cold atmosphere. There's a building, I'm inside. It looks basic, large tiles for floor, concrete walls, possibly barred or broken windows. It has several floors, maybe three, with a central stairwell or something? I am with a group of people, possibly one person from waking life. A man enters the building at some point and he tries to murder someone in front of all of us, using some kind of crude slingbow thing that can throw anything at high velocity. The man is white, tall (more than one might expect) and slender, dark haired (a deep black) and slightly hunched. I see through his eyes and feel what he feels at some point, the sling thing feeling quite rubberband-like; he fails at every attempt, becoming visibly frustrated and being laughed away by the rest of us. He was trying to murder someone specific in the midst of us, also a man I think.

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Notes:

- The dream was incredibly long but I couldn't maintain recall for long enough after making myself more awake.

- My initial thoughts are that this entire dreamworld reflects in some way how I look at the world sometimes in waking life. There was little order, it was anarchic and dystopic. Much of it was grey and desaturated. The middle part of the dream was probably the brightest and most colourful, but still it wasn't quite so much and there was an element of lacking order.

- There was a pervasively blue/cold light to most of the dream. It was only during the M/M section that there was some kind of bright sunrise in the distance.

- My paladin character is likely just a reflection of waking life but it does make a strong contrast to the otherwise desaturated and lifeless setting of the dream.

- The tall man is probably some shadow aspect. A murder of distance, to my mind, is immediately associated with fear of contact and fear of personal involvement.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

I live in some kind of community / village, very backwards and religious, similar to a film I watched about a girl living in Cabul under the reign of the taliban. Everything is censored and forbidden and my brother is to be burnt to death on a public square the next day. At night he is kept locked in a kind of coffin, on-site and I am attempting a rescue. At some point, I see it from his point of view and I feel claustrophobic inside the box trying to break it out to escape.

I think following the previous dream, we get an escape ride from some guy of a rebel group. He looks so dreamy and he is a daredevil. He takes us to a highway with lots of self-driving trucks and then makes really risky maneuvers, like getting between them and even underneath them, between their wheels. The car has strange sitting arrangement. The three of us sit on the front and there is no gear stick so I am right beside the driver, in the middle seat. When things get really stressful, he lays his hand on my leg and I enjoy it a lot. He realizes that and he keeps it there. We stop to eat at some place and we clearly are enjoying our mutual attraction and getting cozy with each other.
I think we talk briefly about me becoming part of the resistance, so after I am safely at some apartment complex settled with my family - my mom is there too - I receive a message to please come meet someone at the window. I go to the balcony, which looks over a steep valley and I see nobody. They insist they are there and if I don't join them, they'll leave. Then I spot a guy in a blue jumpsuit, coming out from the middle of the green hill on the other side of the valley, quite far away. Then spot half a dozen others scattered around the hill. I wonder why they are so distant. One of them flies over to meet me at the balcony and then together we fly over to the other side and we fly together over some weird border zone and they tell me they operate at the border of realities. I assume they mean reality and dreamscapes. They show me an area over which they have an ongoing mission and need me and a couple others to go undercover and work at an IKEA like store. I show them my flying skills, basically levitating horizontally without making an effort, which is way better than how they do it. It is hard to explain how they do it, but it is not subtle at all. So I join two girls with whom work there and I comment how weird it is for them to have a 9 to 5 life inside dreams and be able to come back to that dream and complete the mission. Then they show me a box of make up products I should use, as demanded at our job site and I find it awful, hate the colors but try some orangey lipstick. Then start the day by having breakfast at a nearby cafeteria in the building complex we live at. I learn that ideally I should go there at this time, like about 6 am, before a lot of other people come there before work. I try to spot what they have that is relatively healthy for me to eat and see they have corn for popcorn and decide to get some packets and just cook them at home on the microwave when I don't feel like eating what they serve.

With 4 more people stuck in some square open space surrounded by stone walls. Very much like the Maze Runner. One wall opens up a sequence of doors forming a tunnel and we can see the outside in the end of it but after 5 seconds the various sections along the tunnel close starting from the end to the beginning. After we are sure of the time it takes to complete the process, we test going back and forth, and then we decide to go for it. But when we arrive at the other side we realize it is a time portal and we are seeing the past. There is a battle going on and we see ships in a port attacking a town with cannons. We have 1 sec to decide what to do and we decide going back. Then we discuss if we prefer to check the options as we're convinced the portals opens up at random places and times and we discuss what would be our ideal destination and times we really don't want to go to. It's hard because for the majority of human history there has been war or other bad difficulties, but we end up jumping into some South American country, somewhere in the 1900s. There is some celebration going on, at some town. We blend in (not sure how, as I am wearing jeans) but I notice some guy, acting like a feudal lord of this place, very interested in me and sending someone to go and get me. I slip away through the crowd and I find a Japanese old lady that I am sure I know from somewhere. She is teaching crochet to some ladies and she does recognize me. I wonder how is that possible and she tells me she has access to a portal that lets her go back to Japan in our current time and we met there once. Her English is very poor and my Spanish, which apparently she speaks well, is also not so good, but she asks me if I can crochet and we sort of communicate and I tell her the things I used to crochet and knit. But I really don't wanna talk about that. I am so excited that she has access to our present time, I go look for my friends and tell them we can go home. But some of them don't feel so excited for some reason, so they stay. The Japanese lady takes me to the portal but doesn't cross it with me, so I end up alone at night in some Japanese village and feel a bit lost and cold, but also relieved that at least this is my world.

Jamie

Intimate dream with her. It was wild...

Jamie 2

I'm with Jamie and Asuka. Asuka seems to be somehow merged with Jamie. We are walking in some building with some blond girl. We enter a room. There's a metal device that gives off a huge sexualised vibe... since the blond girl is nearby I ask if I can eat her out. Asuka says, "Robert Don't do it!!" Because she's merged with Jamie. The girl says okay. and it's like I can't stop. The rest is pretty sexual. oops

Brown haired girl

I was witha brown haired girl that looked sort of like jamie. But this girl was taller and had more defined features. The eyes were like jamies but the rest of the face. Almost as if Jamie had a slightly hotter older sister it would be this girl??? not sure.

Sex dream

With some East asian girl. We are trying to have sex. she's super dry and it's like trying to tap a wooden stump. She gets frustrated and I try to tell her it's not a good idea to just jump on... you gotta have proper foreplay first so she's properly ready for it. but before i can tell her that she just runs off in frustration.

Date of Dream: MON 26 OCT - 2020



Dream No. 767 - Goody Two-Shoes Politician

I can’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, DA (an IRL politician) was our homeroom teacher for class 6A, but despite all the bad things he’s done IRL, he tried to act like a goody two-shoes in the dream. The people that were in this class were also in my Year 10 – 12 homeroom IRL.

Sometime later in the dream, the class was devastated as there were reports that DA had be murdered (really just assaulted) by someone, and this person was in the room. It was soon revealed to be DP, in which she had to attend a summons at court and was persecuted by DA himself. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream No. 767
Dream Guide: None
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: SUN 25 OCT - 2020



Dream No. 766 - Fiddly Hospital Gown

The dream started in an unknown outdoor area, with two girls from unfamiliar video games talking to Riku. I didn’t know who one girl was at all, but I thought that perhaps the other one could have been Shiki from TWEWY. For the first scenes, Riku was in his KH3 appearance. Later in the scene, there are many groups of two girls with a video game character. Characters I remember seeing were Mario, Link, and of course Riku; there were many others but I couldn’t identify them.

Towards the end of the first scene is where I came in to be able to be a part of my own dream. There was a hologram showing me who was participating in the story at the moment and giving me the option to switch characters (between Riku and Sora), I decided to keep going with Riku and so two girls continued to interact with him. It was almost at the tail end of the scene that I felt it would be easy to get Riku in this dream. And so onto the next scene, I started calling for him.

The next scene was playing in the backyard of my house as I was walking down the incline while continuing to call for Riku. My voice seemed to be a bit quiet at times but I was able to control it and get it to a reasonable volume that I thought I would be heard at. At the bottom of the incline, in-front of the music room, Riku appeared in his KH-DDD (15yo) appearance, but I have forgotten our first interaction.

The scene did transition to my ‘fortress’ (a repeating reference to an environment I used in my childhood fictional stories) but Riku left as he didn’t think I needed him anymore. As I wondered around the corridors of the fortress, I thought to myself, ‘since it’s easy to get Riku this time, is there anything else we can use him for?’. I then looked over to the corridor leading to the hospital and agreed with myself that I could have him take me for elevator practise again. It was then that I went into the corridor myself but was shuddering at the sight of the four elevator doors, all placed next to each other.

As I walked out of the corridor again, I called for Riku; but he wasn’t coming straight away. At the end of the corridor I was walking down, I saw my dad in an office, behind a tinted window. Apparently he heard me calling for Riku as he pointed to the right, signalling to me that Riku was in another office that was identical to his but just a bit further down. And indeed as I got to Riku’s office and called him, Riku himself (KH-DDD 15yo appearance again) signalled for me to wait and that he would join me soon.

I went back and thought I’d wait near the elevators, but after looking at them again, I changed my mind. Walking backwards again, I was hoping to be put out of my misery and thankfully I was met with Riku now coming towards me. As we stopped to talk, I told him that we were in the hospital area, and so to put on a hospital gown, just for general safety and precautions.

He slipped on a blue gown with three buttons and a tie string to close the back. He looked like he was struggling to close the gown as he asked me for help. The buttons weren’t too bad to do up, but the tie string was very flimsy and even though I was being very careful, I almost broke it by the time I had tied it successfully. I then still had to put my gown on but Riku couldn’t help me as he was the unfamiliarised visitor; however, I managed to catch the attention of a ‘staff member’ walking by and he was happy to help me close my gown, doing it quicker that what I did with Riku’s.

Riku and I were then ready to go as he carefully escorted me towards the elevators. I shivered as Riku pressed the central button and we waited for one to open. The second one out of four did, Riku coming to put his arms around me as he took me in (now not in our hospital gowns anymore though). As always, I perched my head off his shoulder as I tried to get a grip on my fear. Weirdly, the inside of the elevator was nothing but four sides of empty, white plastered walls, just looking like the empty room of a house.

I saw the elevator numbers going up to 14, and so I wondered why… I had no idea what floor Riku was going to select when we went in at the start. He told me he selected a floor that would help me get a reasonable amount of exposure; so he evidently selected the top floor. As the elevator was still ascending with him holding me, I woke up.



Dream No. 766
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: FRI 23 OCT - 2020



Dream No. 765 - The Special Cobbled Pathway

I can’t remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I cannot recall the purpose for me having to take a certain route through an area. Either I was getting away from someone, trying to find someone, or get somewhere through this detour. As I closed my eyes, I noticed each of my dream guides coming in a sequence to help me. First of all was Dreamy WB as she hugged me and escorted me (both of us walking across the cobbled pathway). Next was 18-Volt who picked me up (and hugged me in a way while doing so) and lifted me over this massive barrier. Riku was last, and he picked me up to carry me to the end but I could tell he was struggling with gravity. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream No. 765
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB, 18-Volt & Riku
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: MON 19 OCT - 2020



Dream No. 763 - Separated Sections

Dream 763 A - Odd School Cloaks
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at some sort of school for students with disabilities. The uniform at this school was slightly different in that it consisted of cloaks, like the style of clothes in a Harry Potter movie. As I walked into the corridors, I was in my normal clothes as I was newly enrolled, but someone came up to me and said that I needed to get into a uniform. For this scene, I was given a green uniform, in which I went to the bathrooms to get changed into it.

As I now walked through the halls and the gym with my black and green cloak uniform on, I ran into other students who were wearing a normal school uniform. Apparently they were from the other, mainstream, non-disability school. Then back in the classroom, someone was apparently picking on class members and throwing things at them; thankfully, I was never a victim and remained to myself to avoid the likelihood of being so. The dream then went to a second major scene, in which the green part of my uniform was now red, but it was the same layout and design. I forgot what exactly happened, but I thought to myself that I had to get out of that odd school.

It was now night time and I was at a river house, meeting up with Riku and Mickey (both KH2 appearances). As they questioned how we were going to escape, I took Riku by the hand and as I surfed him across the water, I said, “a ship!” as our section of the water turned into a teal coloured love-heart boat. Mickey was watching off the island as Riku gasped at me in amazement. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.

Dream 763 B - The One That Always Dies
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was walking along the street of my old house when I had supposedly received a letter (not visible in-dream) from Riku. I stated in my voice that he was going to come and help me do something. The dream then moved to the next scene in which I seemed to be in this game simulation, which felt real and was based near my local area. I was getting Sora far but Kaiti always seemed to die at the start; I only realised this later on. It took a lot of tries, but I eventually got Sora far enough to proceed to the next stage. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream 763 A
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Dream 763 B
Dream Guide: None
Lucid?: No

21st May 2021

Not a dream:

Couldn't recall any dreams for this day made a note that I tried thinking about lucidity in general and about recent dreams where I might have had an opportunity to become lucid. I had hoped to go through the recall of several dreams in my head but ended up getting a bit stuck on this; eventually my focus drifted and I must have fallen asleep.

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22nd May 2021

Fragment:

(left recall a bit late) Some bit in a town in the style of my old home town, hilly. I'm with some dream friends, a woman and a man both younger than me. They are getting rid of some stuff, office chairs or sofas?

Some other bit, I'm with someone but can't recall who. Entering some kind of hive building which is in the middle of an otherwise normal city (larger than any I've been to in waking life, NY style). The entrance to the hive part is high up, but I think I just run up it. Inside, there's a sort of rounded off eight point star inner shape and there are cocoons or eggs, they're dark? And the place is dark overall but there's some kind of light. Everything is very geometric.

I shoot or open the eggs by getting too close? DRG-like creatures come out and so on. I end up leaving but with an intent of returning later. For whatever reason, the creatures are unable to follow me out.

Some other part, I'm in a building with mom. Don't recall much of it but it's kind of a semi-circular inner area? Like a control room around a central and cylindrical room. It's generally dark. There are other people around, we're walking through the place?