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2/14/14 Friday

Last night, came home at 9pm. Then had to work at home till 2:30 am. Fell asleep at 3am. Had my alarm set to 7am. Slept right through it. Woke up at 7:20 and flew out the door to make it on time.

Yeah, no surprise there, no recall.

Last time I had a short night, I got a great REM rebound next nite, when I was getting into a WILD just seconds after going to bed. But didn't hold it, fell asleep.

I already fell asleep on sofa today, got up to go to bed. But ofc, by the time I made it there I'm no longer sleepy : ( So I'm gonna read book about Cayce, i started reading during my break today.

1. [Non-Lucid]
We seem to be investigating the disappearance of a child, we are looking around his room and we find behind the cupboard a buzz light-year toy that is broken, the packaging is still with it and we notice a white peg glued on the back, we then assume the child got given the toy by some stranger who then followed him home, then abducted him in the night.

I'm in my living room and were talking about the missing child, hes has been missing for a while, a woman standing across from me in an angry voice kinda shouting says "How is a child suppose to live this long in this weather" (Tornado force winds that are pounding the country at the moment).

I now appear to be in a BMW of some sort, (there's some voice talking about these really old sweets coming from nowhere) I now have a bag of these old sweets so I grab 1 and I examine it, its multi-colored like tutti-frutti I guess, its rectangular and looks faded. They all look pretty similar, my mum is in the car with me and says "lets try one" so she bites one in half and I say "don't eat it all, I wanna try it" so she gives me the other half and then she goes to find a toilet.

While shes gone I think about and imagine driving the car around to have some fun but I have no license and mum would probably be angry at me, also maybe I would get arrested.

2. [Non-Lucid]

Fragments:
Something about my Auntie

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Possible dream signs:
Mum, Buzz Light-year, Auntie

In my last entry (not on all sites, only on two main ones I use), I explored how pitiful and unfortunate it was for someone to attempt to “revise” someone else’s life experiences in a contemptible, jealous way and pretend to understand dreaming with absolutely no real understanding at all. That is usually a sign (other than just the common trolling mentality) of mental breakdown and boredom, as well as a number of lifelong personal issues, I would guess. I digress…

In this entry, I will be taking an honest look at polarity reversal in dream “interpretation” regarding the “Yin books” (my own “personal mythology” and validated path). I have written on all of this before, but not in a polarized sense, so here we go - it takes a curious and honest, open mind to see “both sides” in most cases (although there are more than two sides to a many-layered construct).

96, as it stands, is a form of Yin Yang (there is also a funny play on “sex” and “none”). Normally, this would be Sagittarius and Virgo, Corona Borealis and Corona Australis, the eagle and the condor, Motel 6 and National 9 Inn (take your Illuminati views elsewhere if you will), and numerous other confirmations of this present “cycle” of the universe. This can be seen in two opposite ways, though.

It can be seen as Yin and Yang in conflict (in facing away from each other)…or…it can be seen as Yin and Yang back to back and “protecting each other”. See what I mean about polarity? Keep reading.

22, as it stands, or twos when mirrored back to back to make the “waves moving apart” can be negative to indicate Yang moving away from Yin. However, it could also represent the parting of the Red Sea by Moses (or was it the Dead Sea? I forget); I suppose, thus relating to the miraculous nature of using your own mind and legitimate experience and endless evidence to “cut through the crap” so to speak of those negative human forces in one’s life that are oh-so-common - in a world full of disillusioned skeptics and trolls. Or, as some prefer, wear dark glasses and not see anything including your own destiny…or is that destination? Well, it stands to reason if you are on a train going somewhere, you should not be surprised if it stops at the place you bought your ticket for even if you got on the “train” twenty-two years prior.

22 as the pawn (mirrored, superimposed construct) can be either positive or negative in that “pawn” is usually a negative connotation. However, what if you win the chess game? Would you be angry and sad if you won a chess game?

22 as the medicine bag or pouch (superimposed and upside-down). It could be either empty of full.

Let us take a brief detour and look at snakes. If you do not want to look at snakes, skip to the next paragraph. People are oh-so-clever in saying snakes are always a phallic symbol. (I often “see” them as relating to the human intestine.) Sometimes when I think of snakes I think of Johnny Cash singing about being “swallowed” by the boa constrictor. What does that make me think of? A certain female part. The sensual way a rattlesnake coils is could be “seen” as feminine.

It is very good to be ambidextrous (though many people say “amma-dext-tree-us”). That means being able to write with both hands equally as I and many others can (and my oldest daughter is also this way). Instead of saying “Hey, I only write with my right hand - my left hand does not exist - how about using all parts of the mind in unison? What a nice idea! That was primarily a metaphor. Somehow, sometimes, in this society, being able to harmonize with the Source or even the self is equivalent to being deceptive or hypocritical. Look up "ambidextrous” - some dictionaries have the listing: “1. equally expert with each hand…2. highly skilled or adept…3. underhanded; deceitful." Strange ambiguity in being said to be ambidextrous.

"Kids who are ambidextrous are more likely to have mental health, language and learning problems, says a study.” (they left out the usual “especially if not of western European descent”) This seems to mean that the government (or whomever came up with this nonsense) does not want people who can use “both sides of their brain”. I guess if you can see with both eyes you are more likely to not see anything by their logic and reading both English and Hebrew would cause a psychological breakdown since they are read in reverse to each other. This is the same pathetic propaganda machine that promotes that older fathers have problematic “less intelligent children” (the truth being the opposite) or that that all gypsies, aborigines, blacks, (insert random ethnic group here) are all more at risk (abuse, alcohol issues, divorce, insert favorite social problem here) and others are not. I am not a conspiracy theorist, but I see mindless baloney on a regular basis, especially on the nightly news - it is hard for me to believe that people are as dumb as they are pretending to be in their writing (even trolls) or ridiculous “news machines”. However, put the elite lies out there, and the public will believe it. They do not want competition or truth-mongering. This is why honest and unyielding dream-work is so important, enhanced by other skills. “Studies” by the forever elusive “someone out there” are always funny, though.

I wonder what would happen if all these absurd “dream dictionaries” (including so-called analysis by pretended “studies”) were to stop publication to be replaced by what dreams really are and how to work with them? I do not think it could happen. Authority would not like that at all. This is why astrology is actually legal (even printed in newspapers) in modern times in many locations, though rather hard to believe. It is because it means nothing. Authority does not like it when your life has meaning or when you read anything that has personal meaning. I know this one hundred percent. Why use the Source, the holographic and infinite universe inside of you when you can use a “system” to “dumb yourself down”? I guess you need a book to show you, each and every time, what a cornstalk will look like each time you plant corn; in other words, life is far more patterned and predictable (even in hidden layers) than people want to believe. They fear patterns. They fear the known in some ways more than the unknown. Cause and effect requires human will, though. You are not going to crash your car unless you drive a car. Too hard? For example, you are not going to win a basketball game unless you play it. You are not going to have meaningful dreams or “see” past/present/future (that is, the potential or best possible outcome) unless you cross the threshold of knowing what they are for. Otherwise, they are just vestigial mental energies, which I have said many times before - but pay attention and learn, and anything becomes possible - and from my experiences - I do mean anything.

On doors…Are doors symbolic, or just doors? Obviously the Blue Door is very important, at least to me - and the Blue Pearl event - which is a physical manifestation that others have actually seen “on” (“in”?) me in real life (people that did not know anything about it being more likely to see it than those that “knew” about it - odd - but very good for validation - after all, I would trust someone saying they saw something that they were not told to see other than someone who sees something they expected to - hope that makes sense). I cannot tell you what that means - though other people have experienced it with the same associations (I assume such people are like me in certain ways but I have not really made an effort to speak to them much online as I sense too many “aspects of humanity” in them - so usually go on with my own path).

I can say that a door can be an entrance, an exit, or locked (or even both an exit or entrance in a transient or tentative “testing” way, I suppose). It can be positive or negative - a door to opportunity or a door to disaster - for me, blue is always best. Dreams can flip doors around to where they would not be (physically) in real life and it takes study to see how they blend with known locations. As I have said before, even in dreams of composite locations, I try to “trace” where I would have been in real life relative to the (fictional) orientation in the dream. This could be an interesting eyeopener for others assuming they are able to pinpoint such aspects, as it is not always easy, especially when the composites imply contradicting compass points as they sometimes do - only when the composites are based on houses you have lived where the two front doors in real life were facing different directions, yet in the dream, have the features of both houses integrated.

I have already written quite a bit on the K-seal. This can also be positive or negative. When letter K is in the more obvious “envelope” symbolism mode, it can be positive or negative depending on the message or “letter” you receive (though “K” is also a play on “key” meaning you could end up marrying your pen pal I suppose, oh wait…). These days, a lot of people do not write actual letters on paper (probably a good thing to save the forests at least to a point - too bad too many rubbish books are still being printed) and only use the Internet - but the envelope still holds meaning and obviously will until people forget what the post office is - then Kevin Costner as the postman will come along and…whoops, got sidetracked for a second. When upside-down, the “K as envelope” (that is the “K” on its side as the envelope, but then going on to turn the “envelope” upside-down) could represent negative forces in the sense of the arrow going up but being stopped by the horizontal line. Mirrored to its face, it is the “diamond on the path” which I cannot think of in an opposite way, other then perhaps falling into a diamond-shaped hole.

Letter “K” (half of Yin and Yang due to it being the eleventh letter along with hundreds of other layered elements) and number 3 together are also “full” Yin and Yang as I have written of before. (Then there is some sort of play on K9 relating to K3 + K3 + K3 = Cerberus, the “hell-hound” which is not very nice, is it?) Three can be negative when seen as a threatening “fork” or trident as with “Hot Stuff” if you go with devils being this or that, which I do not, other than as fun reading material. Oh…K? Okay. Me too. Literally. I mean, my surname (historically speaking) can mean “The two”, “the god” or “the sweet” (or “the soft”) depending on the anglicizing mashing of choice when one cannot read or write another language. Try the following spellings of part of the surname variations from French to English in Bing Translate: Doux. Deux. Dieu.

As I have already written, even flying dreams can have negative associations. I know this from direct experience. Although usually, flying dreams are positive and relate to accomplishments in real life. Homeless people seem to have more flying dreams in some regions and this is because “they have no visible means of support” - a very precise and obvious way to describe hovering or flying (at least in negative connotation). I have written this same material previously, but people have short memories, it seems.

I may write more on polarity in so-called symbolism in the near future. It is an important concept and “awakening” to people that can only see one side of the same coin.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm with Emily and we figured we were going to be in this place for a while so she got out this box that kinda resembled a Christmas calendar (it was green or pink), this box is full of stuff to mess with, I don't quite remember what but I seemed to be able to attach certain things (plastic shapes kinda), so I attached some stuff and I think I made her laugh at 1 point.

I'm in a building and notice I had become some sort of bronze stick figure with a white face, my eyes and mouth were black and robotic like, I went off to find Emily to show her.

2. [Non-Lucid]
There's this king, and his son keeps wanting to get in trouble, so the son dresses up to become disguised, he keeps getting caught by the prosecutor, when the king finds out the prosecutor has caught him, he gives the prosecutor a kicking.

Fragments:
A guy dressed as a ghost being pulled backwards across a field away from a forest, the costume gets ripped off his face see who it is.

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Possible dream signs:
Emily, Ellie, Mum, Step dad, Dad

(I may write my other dreams down later)

2.12.14 Wednesday

Last night, bed 11pm - 8:40am

Remember a dream about being on skype and skype ringing. I woke up to that and it was still ringing for real.

Had bunch of dreams, but wasn't waking up at right time to remember them. Will be better tomorrow.

2.11.14 Tuesday

Last night, bed 11pm - 7:40am

Did 10 min of anapana sati just before bed.

Had lots of dreams. Remembered one in particular, but decided this one will be better if forgotten. So I didn't write it down.

Drank water before bed, but strange thing, it didn't wake me up single time. Nice thing is though, that I'm waking up on my own few times, and either remembering dreams, or being very close to remembering.

Morning of February 11, 2014. Tuesday.





The Barton Ministry was the first Australian Commonwealth ministry, and ran from 1 January 1901 to 24 September 1903. My father was born during this time. Coincidentally, on his birthday, because the “fiddler” theme has just popped up again, I found a surprising old article. (The “fiddler on the roof” was ironically Jesus in an old childhood dream.) On the day of my father’s birthday there was an article (in an American newspaper) of a “celestial being” (in description) of a boy who played the fiddle. He was from, of all places, where my wife’s father had lived in Hungary. His name was Kun Arpad, but no one is sure what happened to him (well, at least certain people - I am sure there are/were many who know/knew). At any rate, another surprise - my wife just happened to find a second-hand DVD of the movie “Fiddler on the Roof” at just the “right” time - and for a dollar - right after the “96 Tears” book.

One dream from just prior to contact with my wife the first time was incorporated into my unpublished novella, which I had sent a copy of to Piercing Eyes in the PAIA. This novella had a scenario of a man being chased by a chubby fiddler up and over a hill with a group of other people in the very loud, somewhat discordant music - one of my most vivid dreams, not quite as vivid as such as the quetzal and silver sebright “union”, though. It also featured elements of 1901 and earlier. One person I had sent it to was so overwhelmed by the precognitive facets in it (including the eruption of Mount Pinatubo exactly as in the story - among other things) that they could not even accept it and tried to convince themselves that the postmark was somehow in error and that I had sent it to them after the events mentioned (9-11 was detailed in very precise ways in the same story, even with lines about the flames coming out on both sides of the building - but that event came years later).

Mt. Pinatubo erupted in 1991 after my wife and I had been writing for a short time. Coincidentally, my wife had written to someone prior to this for a short time (before our first contact) and relating to the Ifugao people which I also wrote about in my story - based on a dream with several levels of precognition of events over about a year all-in-one. This was a time when synchronicity was truly surreal - other people seemed to be experiencing this as well, and I know of at least one book on it regarding twin flames (Yin/Yang match-ups) and such (there were even large “no smoking” signs featuring the Yin/Yang symbol) - one person claimed that 22 led him into “Hell” with it being the only number he heard randomly from various sources for several months - whatever - this is just the “me too/two” mentality at one level, I suppose - but the world did not end (even though “two” is the English word that represents entropy) - and I found my own endless “22” repeats from everywhere and anywhere amusing, not alarming. Not only that, the United Church of Christ in the Philippines was, of origin, on my father’s birthday (including the year). “Presbyterian missionaries in the Philippines in April 1901 invited missionaries of other evangelical churches to a conference to discuss the possibility of working together in the proclamation of the gospel of faith alone as the only way of salvation for Filipino Catholics, Muslims and pagans.”

After seeing a lot of old intriguing videos and going over documents, and my wife going through a huge number of older photographs, I went back to where it began (at least on one level - technically it began before I was born). I noted the overhead view of near where I was born has a design that resembles the eight-spoked wheel (which I have seen in many forms including the “We Can Fly” video). Standing and gazing out over the ocean as a young boy - I pondered how long it would be before we were together. Standing out looking over the ocean - exact to the degree - of where she was being born.

More on the article about the “fiddler”:

“Kun Arpad, child violinist, now became a political pawn in a larger game." (The pawn is a negative, apparently, variation on the 22, a two flipped and superimposed on the other as I had shown in another entry - however, being a "pawn” of the universe is not always a negative association).

“In Boston, the Journal of Education said: ‘Why should one little boy be denied the privilege of working in a shop by day while another is allowed to work at night, work that is vastly more harmful?' A 9 year-old boy playing a violin was no match for the political machines at work here.

In August, Kun’s name appeared again in the newspapers, but this time in the society section, where he was described as entertaining guests at a few house parties in Newport, Rhode Island, the fashionable address for New England’s wealthy elite.” (where the old Cowsills “We Can Fly” video, which I had just seen for the first time in years, was filmed - more intriguing synchronicity.)

Tevye: As Abraham said, “I am a stranger in a strange land… ”
Mendel: Moses said that.
Tevye: Ah. Well, as King David said, “I am slow of speech, and slow of tongue.”
Mendel: That was also Moses.
Tevye: For a man who was slow of tongue, he talked a lot.

…from “Fiddler on the Roof

1. [Non-Lucid]
Me and my Mum appear to be walking through a park, we walk past a big light grey fountain to our right, I point out the pitchers filled with big red grapes that are on the fountain and said "I've seen that before somewhere" in which Mum replied "Yea I saw it when I was ill that time", I notice some tables further along the path we are walking along (the tables I think have yellow and red cloth on top), there are people sat at them, there is a waiter dressed in white.

Possible dream signs:
Mum

I had been working on a large series of dream meanings (relevant only to my own continuously paranormal path in life and in addition to my own generic “dictionary” series on a couple sites) as well as working on a set of previously unposted dreams with music in them.

During this time, I uncovered yet another series of layers regarding my path in life and how everything I had seen since birth being seemingly specifically designed for me in very complex “in joke” ways to the point of obviously being beyond “impossible” for people who do not even believe in anything “unusual” in the first place - something I find astounding to this day, but I roll with it with pleasure - regardless of how incredibly redundant and “silly” it all is. After all, this has been validated time and time again much to the dismay of certain people who would rather not even think about it or what it could mean, thousands of times over in subtle and intricate layers - over fifty years or so.

At any rate, my wife just happened to do a search on “96 Tears” by the oh-so-hilarious over-the-top “hint” of “Question Mark and the Mysterians” (which I even laughed at the universe for “doing for me” when I was very young). Even regarding then, I think the “96” in some cases is Yin and Yang moving away from each other (contrary to the “69” Yin Yang representation), as the song is negative in that meaning, including the lines “…and I might wave, come up here, but I don`t see you waving now” (reference to the back-to-back mirrored twos of Yin and Yang as waves moving apart or conflict with other influences as waves, as opposed to the face to face twos as the heart on the plane which is Yin and Yang in harmony). Other lines; “Too many teardrops for one heart to be crying, too many teardrops for one heart to carry on; you`re way on top now since you left me” and a few subtle references to the “two hemispheres” (American and Australian “crowns” or Crowned Lovers of Destiny/Crown of Destiny or “The Lover Crowned”). Additionally, because of its shape, a teardrop can also represent either Yin or Yang in the “unlinked” (suggesting crying out of loneliness) swirling form.

At any rate, additionally, my wife found something amusing recently - from 1996 - a couple years after we had already married. It is an actual book called “96 Tears” - apparently some sort of amusing detective novel (yet again with the “mystery”). On the very first page is the line “She looked like Zsa Zsa Gabor…”. My wife and I have continuously been astounded by the Universe’s sense of humor. The book is written by Doug J. Swanson (“Swan son” - another play on Yin and Yang and the number two represented by a swan or number 22 as two swans, which are “mirrored” face to face in some wedding decorations as the heart shape). Zsa Zsa also represents number 22 with the two Zs (looking like a two, but when mirrored - looking like the bottom half of the heart on the plane - identified as the Australian Yin - Corona Australis/Virgo/6 and so on), which are also in my wife’s non-anglicized first name - as well as the connection to the other Gabor that demonstrated more “funny business” with the two animated cat movies (“Gay Purr-ee” to the later “The Aristocats” - this being only because I could not tell them apart when younger, so the “humor” was even more complex than originally thought - that is a long story I have already written just a little on.)

Meanwhile, an additional note on “The Naughty Lady of Shady Lane”, which has several not-so-subtle clues for me. First heard when my wife was nine days old (as they say “nine days old” at the end of the song, and heard nine days after the eclipse - “nine days old” being an anagram of “So landed Yin”, haha, although nine is technically “my” number), and mentions the “whirl” and “girl” (yet another Yin symbol, and rhyming with another - “swirl”/or spiral - indicating the spiral-like “cycling”/“circling” and all falling back to 69 or 96 - the cycling “teardrops” or raindrops or whatever you prefer.) At any rate, I made a note that Burl Ives (a main celebrity-based symbol for denial of the Crown of Destiny due to his role in “The Bermuda Depths”) also mentions “Shady Lane” in his old “Big Rock Candy Mountain” song which my father also used to sing - although there are a lot of different versions. Meanwhile, as more fun play, “Crown of Destiny” can make the anagram of “Condor Yin Wefts” or whatever order is preferred. This relates to another prophecy on; “the Eagle from the North and the Condor from the South”, a personal reflection identifying Yin as the condor (Corona Australis) and is also a play on weft, woof, and warp, etc. (a play on the universe making it all happen as if weaving the plot together in higher levels or dimensions) - which someone we know used to joke about, along with Australians calling Americans “Yank” which I first misheard as someone calling me “Yang” and it was one of those “absent moments”. (I can even make a play on “Astral Yin” - as an added “painful” pun).

I did note the “cycling” concept of Yin and Yang as the circle. There is a lot behind this. I happened to see the old Cowsills video of “We Can Fly” which has a ship’s wheel turning - and which I had not seen since a very young child. In another video seen on the same night, Len Barry’s “One Two Three”, it actually has a roulette wheel. Some say this is also more relative to being the center of the “Wheel of Fortune” (no, not the TV show, but being a supposed human fractal construct of the universe - or Yang incarnate). I even got to see “Suzi Snowflake” which I have already written a fair amount on - the snowflake being the Star of David symbol-wise as well as Yin - and has the six points. At the end of this 1951 video is a suggested Yin Yang swirl, which was kind of amusing (and she also had aspects of the good witch from “The Wizard of Oz”). My brother also sang a song with the line “Hey hey hey snowflake” (a Jim Reeves song), for his wife - and recorded it when I lived at North Monroe across from them shortly after he married. It has the line “Now snow is gleaming and I’m not dreaming, I know this is for real”. There is also the line “You were standing there with snowflakes in your hair”, a cute play on the Cowsills song where they sing “…flowers in her hair” (about the “flower girl” - my wife was a “flower girl” in one Nimbin event as a child) and that Cowsills song has the last line “Was she reality or just a dream to me?" The difference is that in one song, she was standing in the snow, and the other, sitting in the rain…ha. "Unusual weather we’re having, ain’t it?” so said the Cowardly Lion or “every man”/“unresolved Yang” (as represented in my more recent “Dread Manticore” dream). This also was going to lead me to a writing on rainbows and snow (one of the Cowsills logos features rainbow-colored letters)…but, well, it looks like someone “beat me to it” so to speak on at least one site. Ah well. Synchronicity.

On one more added note for this entry, I saw a clip from “The Thomas Crown Affair” (1968). The clip had a small aircraft and on the tail of it was “9L” (“my” number followed by my last initial). The main song from it - “The Windmills of Your Mind” - has featured in a few dreams of my youth including a few about actual windmills. It starts out; “Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel, like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon, like a carousel that’s turning, running rings around the moon”. I have already written on the carousel synchronicity, as well as (including posting the image) the “I am fragile” (said by “Yin” the snowflake) beginning - to snowball down the mountain “I am avalanche” BC gag, my favorite two-panel comic strip.

And of course, the opening to the show I watched when younger (one of the only shows I watched much at the time, in fact) “Space 1999” (where the moon left Earth’s orbit to travel through space - like a dream I had years before the concept aired) - featured the music and title with “September 13th” - my wife’s birthday.

1. [Non-Lucid]
There's this new system for getting a job in witch you get given your job without choice, It's my Nan's turn and she seems rather stressed about the idea and she gets given her job, Its my turn, I forget what job he gave me but I commented about how the hell I am going to be able to do this job with my disability, he said "just ignore that" in witch I replied "So what's my job then?", And so he gave me 2 jobs Music and Photography I think.

I'm talking with my friend Kye about what jobs we got, he isn't happy because he got Engineering, I said I got music, then I saw a random image of a white coach on a roundabout.

I get dropped of outside this place, so I walk to the door and enter the place and realize its an old 80's american diner, someone says there is free chocolate milk or something so I go past the tables to the far wall, the counter is to my right and there is a big tub filled with clear plastic cups with really thick chocolate milk in them.

I turn around from inspecting the tub of chocolate milk cups and there are these moderately attractive girls sitting at all the tables except the table next to the door, the girls on the table closest to me start commenting saying nice things to me, obviously something is a miss here, so I go sit next to this guy on the table next to the door, now the girls on the table across from me are commenting nice things at me, I'm embarrassed and decide to speed out of the exit as I have had enough of this bullshit, I somehow manage to smash a window on the way out.



Possible dream signs:
Kye, Nan, walking, door

http://www.witchschool.com/profiles/...f-clairvoyance.

To start off this DJ, I've decided to share my terminology notes that I've built by my lonesome for the past couple of years. These are just my own wordings casually made to keep a certain stability to tracking my dreams. I am used to using these terms/definitions on my own.

Lucid Dream: When you realize you are dreaming, no longer experience the dream passively, but can manipulate it.

Trance: A deliberate or intentional act of altering perception according to specific parameters of a state of profound absorption which fills one's awareness completely.

Multi-Dimensional Dream: When I feel more senses than the traditional five, or the parallel five in Lucid. I wake up more tired from these sensitive dreams.

Astral Dream: Not necessarily a dream, but when I visit a plane/place that is distinctively not created by my single subconscious mind, but rather was already 'in existence' regardless of my individual presence or not.

Recorder Dream: Robotic dreams that require only observation. I can increase or decrease my senses in these so I can either have pure observation or actively experience what is going on (from different vantage points/perspectives if desired).

Transition Dream: These can be a mix of the prior, usually occurring between one form of dream to another form and then sometimes, back.

Subconscious Dream: My senses are usually 'faked' or forgotten to be included. I am easily able to rewind, freeze, fast-forward time in subconscious dreams which is how I distinguish them from Astral dreams.

Psyche Dream: A type of subconscious dream with very limited mindscape planes involving only the self and it's myriad shards of psyches.

Superconscious Dream: Like the subconscious, but focuses in a more simple, timeless environment where information is catalogued, organized and discussed in a peaceful atmosphere.

Split Dream: Dreaming multiple dreams at the same time.

Controllable Dream: Where I can actively make decisions or manifest items into reality, or control time.

Robotic Dream: Where I am simply acting through pre-ordained motions or roles that I already know the end to.

Collaborative Dream: Where I am not the only being involved in the dream, but there is another that has come to affect how the dream is shaped and felt. This is also how I recognize some Astral Dreams.

Sequence: A linear storyline - usually with a recallable Start and Finish - could also be considered a dream, but I use the term Sequence when I have had multiple dreams in one night to refer to the specific sequences/situations.

So, that's most of them. I'll add more to this list if I find any additional notes (my dream notes can get a bit scattered!). I wrote these ones down... nearly a year ago, so they are due for an update as well as there are some more specifics that I have yet to include to definitions.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm at my Nans house playing a game on a laptop on a small brown wooden table next to the fireplace, I for some reason start feeling unwell and go sit on the sofa arm with my legs on the sofa cushions, my Nan and I think Cousin Chris are telling me I should have a lay down, but I didn't want to.

2. [Non-Lucid]
Fragments:
Some sort of castle under siege.
There is an area and there is a vertical tube on each side (It appears team based), the enemy are coming down in their tube, Im stood at the bottom with some sorta gun and sharp poking stick.

3. [Non-Lucid]
Me and a friend are playing about in this area with train tracks, its quite dark, a police car pulls up so we quickly hide, The cop gets out of his car, I then realized giving up would be a better idea so I stood up and put my hands in the air.

Fragments:
Abandoned fair ground.
A narrow street with shops and bars.
A white building with cool looking white pillars. (Bills updated mansion in True Blood)

Possible dream signs:
Nan, Chris

Side Notes:
As I was falling asleep I started moving, kinda rolling a little as if an invisible force was dragging me around. This was strange. (It is impossible for me myself to move like that due to my condition)

I meditated for about 10 min in the rec room at work. Which was fuking hard to do with Rosie O'Donald blaring from friggin TV babbling about how awesome she is. And that stupid place doesn't have a remote for the TV, so no chance of shutting her up without hopping on a chair to reach the invisible buttons on top of the tv.

Will meditate again before bed, same as last 2 days.

(Side note: It occurred to me yesterday, lucidity works best for me when I'm focused on a specific task, as with defusing nightmares, and that's probably something I could put to work for me more. So before going to bed today, I tried typing out one of my dream goals with the heading Task of the Day.)

I was flipping through the just-released final book in a series, the Wheel of Time, when it occurred to me that this series already ended. I get online to explain the discrepancy, and there's some explanation that this new book is an optional epilogue with bonus materials and illustrations and so on. I realize this is a dream. My first instinct is to just continue with what I was doing anyway, but right afterward I think, no, what I was doing was boring. There is no way I am going to waste a dream sitting around my IRL home on the computer. (Although come to think of it, a dream computer could probably do some interesting things too.) That decided, I immediately set out to perform the task I set for myself. (Successfully remembered!) The first step is finding a doorway or other way of changing scenes, so I head for the door.

Before I get there, however, I get distracted: I realize I'm holding the t-shirt I'd taken off earlier in the non-lucid part of the dream. But although I hadn't put on another shirt afterward, I'm fully clothed now, which I think of as a convenient bit of dream logic. I remember a previous lucid dream where I'd tried to transform a shirt into something else, not very successfully, so the presence of a spare now makes me want to try again. I decide to just transform it into a robe, that should be easy, I'll just lengthen it and create an opening in the front. I see there's an opening at the front of the collar now, so I take hold of either side and pull as if tearing it, extending that opening to the bottom, seeing that it's grown longer as I go. I hold it up to look at it - it's got the shape I pictured, but it looks like a poorly-sewn costume, like something a child would make. It's got a piece of plastic sticking out of it, as if a price tag's been torn off, and there's a tangle of loose threads and frayed edges across the opening in the front. I tear that tangle off, then realize I'm waking up. (It occurred to me afterward that both shirts had been specific shirts I actually own IRL. Makes me wonder if I'd have an easier time if, rather than just the general idea of a robe, I'd aimed for something more specific. Still, though: a more successful transformation of an object than the last attempt.)