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I'm following dunkey around in some sort of imagination. We're on the coast of what he says is Wisconsin. It seems old and dusty. There's an old shack up on a hill overlooking blue water and forest coastlines in the distance. In the building I'm with someone trying to figure out a password. He asks the owner over text if there's a password for searching and he gives him that which then works for the password to get into the computer. Dunkey eventually gets into his Facebook to which it shows 11,111 notifications. He's laughing and says "is that a good thing" sarcastically. We're also in an RV thing at some point. It seems like there's a driver and then three of us in the back. Everyone wants to masturbate but the logistics aren't working out, I think someone went in the back room but then the other guy and I just sat there on our phones.

There was a dream about the CPA that was stressful. I was talking with people around me who all said that they had already taken and pass all of the CPA tests. I got stressed and felt behind so I went and sat down to start studying. There was a smiling guy on the screen that was saying that he was going to teach us how to pass. I was writing notes but I could see my mom walking around near me wondering what I was doing.

The dream scene is at JMU's showker building. I'm sitting in an accounting class that is taking forever. The class finally ends and I leave but then come back to grab a mountain dew bottle. Turns out there's several and I'm knocking some down as the professor is talking to another person. We leave and someone tells me we still have one more class and I'm so sad because I'm very tired. It's some sort of english class. We walk downstairs and in the hallway is a bunch of people carrying krispy kreme donuts. I ask Zac e for one and he tells me I can take one so I do and then say "Zac you're the best" but in a very weird way. I walked away thinking maybe it didn't sound very genuine. I go into a classroom and my classmates from UVA are there with me. I'm looking for a seat and then find one next to Korri but then Sydney takes my spot. I'm not too mad but I remember my spot was now going to be very far away. I walk outside into the hallway and into a bathroom. There are three older women talking and they see me. They ask why I'm wearing a rainbow bandana. I take a look in the mirror and I realize I'm wearing my colorful bandana so I look to one of the women and say "It's like a festival thing." I notice the bandana is really messed up and I attempt to fix it but it doesn't work so I take it off. I see in the mirror my shirt is checkered red and black while my hair is pretty messed up. I try to fix my hair on my way back to the classroom.

I walk back in and Korri says that I can sit with her now. The classroom had stairs that went down into a locker area. I'm not with a bunch of dudes like a football team going to take showers, but there's also girls down there with us. Guys are making funny jokes around me. This one dude was beat boxing in a deep voice. I transfer my clothes from one locker into another closer to a shower. The shower is a weird metal contraption that opens up and sprays down onto four different people. Before that only 2 people at a time were taking showers so I was pretty surprised by this and said out loud that more people could be taking showers. I look around and it looks like most of the guys are gone and now the girls have come to shower. Bahar was down there but I was looking away. The guy doing the beat boxing looks at the girls and says something that was supposed to be funny but was just creepy. I look away cringing.

I'm on a hill with a teammate in a fortnite style situation. There are several teams running around shooting rockets at each other.

I'm floating around in first person vision on this landscape with a forest in the background and other things in the distance. The vision is turning as I'm flexing a body part in my body but I don't have a lot of control. Someone is asking Terence McKenna a question about an organization asking for him to build them a "Franken-Cannon." He also talks about some other important thing before but I can't remember what it was. I thought I was going to go lucid but never really became fully aware.

Pig farm
Lol so this one was really interesting. No clue where it came from.

So I'm something like an intern on a pig farm. The farm is small, privately owned. Something like a micro farm (like beer micro brewery). I'm suppose to learn how to do everything around the farm. So I'm following the old owner. Guy doesn't say much, so I have to keep asking him question. Even then he doesn't tell me much, and I don't even know what questions to ask, since this topic is so new to me.

We start to gather items into a container. I think it will be the food for the pigs. There is some dry stuff, like ground up grains. Then he cuts a piece off of a slab, which is laying on a pile of slabs looking like 3 feet long polished semi precious stones called agate. Blueish greenish in color, oval, with a ring of unpolished stone. I wasn't really sure what we are doing and I was a bit uncomfortable.

Then we were taking it to the pigs. I'm walking by this large room made of wood, looking like an old barn. But it was modern. Pigs were standing in their own enclosures. I noticed they can't really move around, just stand there. But I also saw all the nice people taking care of them, much better than at other farms. It was a mixed feeling.

The owner is taking the food on some golf cart type of a vehicle. I'm not sure if he wants me to sit next to him, so I'm just following the cart. He gets into an industrial size elevator, and some other people get in as well. As I'm getting close, the doors close and I'm left behind.

But somehow I'm on the elevator. It has an open side and I can see outside. It's very nice.

At the end of the day, many members of the family gather and they are telling me that I didn't do too well. I'm like if you wanted me to learn, you should have been telling me stuff. There was also a room where kids were holding tiny pigglets and were petting them and playing with them. That was so cute.

Future Chicago
I'm on an elevated train. Looking outside at the city. A woman who is escorting me is telling me about it. I ask for the name, and she says it's Chicago. She points out some buildings and structures from the "Old Chicago", (like that fountain from Married with Children show and one tall building I recognize as well). But they seem small compared with lots of other new buildings. I know I'm in future.

Morning of May 15, 2018. Tuesday.



My dream self exists in non-lucidity in this dream, with the usual separation from viable conscious self identity. I am apparently living in a new distortion of the Cubitis house in Florida (where I have not lived since 1978), which somehow seems to be erroneously associated with living in Australia while in my dream, though it is the sole thread of my current conscious self identity.

There are two dumpsters in the front yard, which is smaller than in reality, and closer to the highway. I had apparently been cleaning the house and I am ready to get rid of some things.

I have two stacks of thin wooden letters of which are seemingly identical. Each stack contains at least the entire alphabet and perhaps some extra letters. Each letter is about four inches high. I have no use for them, so I am going to put them in the dumpster. However, I am distracted by finding two handwritten letters from Dennis (older half-brother on my mother’s side). The content of the two letters seems identical. I read both. I notice a sentence that says something like, “It is too bad that people did not use the letters and do not want to see LIFE” (only “LIFE” being printed in uppercase). I take this as an egotistical statement from him in thinking people have to respond to whatever he wants them to do. It seems like he somehow knows I am throwing the wooden letters out even though he had written the letters a few years previously. (This of course is due to the autosymbolic nature of the dream state, which many people cannot seem to grasp at all.)

The top letter on one pile is letter X. At another point, I am looking at the letters T and F, and focus on their horizontal wood grain. There is a distortion where I associate the letters with being “corrugated”, though this is incorrect, as they are not corrugated. It is probably a liminal association with the synaptic “gating” of the dream state; a play on my dreaming “core is gated”, validated by the liminal space autosymbolism of a roof being the core space between dream self and conscious self, as the carport roof in Florida was corrugated tin).

This dream then, while still in my dream, becomes associated with a very old random memory from around 1982 that surfaced the other day for no apparent reason; an event from when I was in woodshop class. Dennis had given me some very small wooden shelf railings, with short columns shaped somewhat like Chess pawns (known as “spindle railing” for shelves - shelves of this nature can be seen by image Googling “spindle railing shelf” without the quotes). He wanted them back before I got a chance to do any work on them as he had asked. I suspect that this was this dream’s vestibular system autosymbolism, which has been my most common form of dream state autosymbolism since earliest memory, as the wooden railing resembles a wooden ladder (associated with the waking transition of the dream state).

Additionally, the fictitious wooden letters from Dennis are a form of typical consciousness initiation (as discernment of printed text is not viable or consistent in the dream state so this is often used to initiate awareness of conscious self skills and the waking alert factor). I suspect there was also a distortion of “letter” with “ladder” (because of the direct transformation of the association while still in my dream), as viable thinking skills are not possible in non-lucid dream states. The correlation in this case is likely coincidental. Many factors of the English language developed this way, apparently by chance rather than intent. Thus, there is “letter” - increasing discernment of waking identity - followed by “ladder” - autosymbolic prop for waking identity. The sentence by Dennis is also a waking alert factor as it implies seeing real life outside of the dream state and not seeing dreams as always having waking life meaning as some people do.

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I got off the computer around 7 and stopped taking in any media. That's kinda my policy now since I need processing time. I think I was asleep by my goal time of 9.

Okay so dream one not much was recalled. I recalled driving through a crowd of people to get to a mall. I had my windows wide open because I thought I knew the people. When i realised I didn't know them, I quickly shut my windows, afraid of smoke.

I came accross some friends sitting against a wall. P S and J R and some others. But I don't remember what we did or said.

There was another part to that dream I initially recalled but then fell asleep!

I dreamed again and woke from them. This time it was a little clearer but still groggy. I remembered something with being at a food store. Something about needing to use the bathroom.

I was at my Nana's. She cooked for us. I was trying to do something on my phone. There were alot of alerts on my recovery forum. I was telling someone that if they use machines for exercises, make sure their back isn't held in place, so they can adjust the angle. Trying to explain that.

There was a bully at my Nana's. He was talking about something abusively or just something that felt wrong to me, at Nana's table, with another friend. I called him out on it. He was a big guy. He tried to invalidate me. I continued writing my thing, beginning to fume.

Then 6 of us were going to give talks about a recovery topic.

My turn was last. A glass was rolling around on the floor. I was afraid the bully guy was going to say, "Just skip his turn! Let's get out of here!" I saw him more and more as a sick and wounded person, and that's where his bullying came from. Not really an evil person but acting quite hurtfully towards me, in his diseased thinking and defense mechanisms. Out of touch with true feelings.

So before he could speak, I said that it's my turn, and I don't want him to cut me off. He kind of laughed, tauntingly. I felt it was hard to speak. My voice was so quiet. The guy at the front of the room was wearing a dark black or grey shirt with yellow pumpkin carving moon design things semicircley things on it. He said, "Wrap it up" or "Hurry it up." This is always a huge trigger for me - Being told to not talk as much or something. Being oppressed, rushed, or made to feel unimportant. Not given the chance to be fully heard.

I had already been thinking of saying it in 5 sentences though since I genuinely wanted to go, too. My first sentence was, "I was born with trauma." Then I woke up. Oh, it had just been a dream.

I woke up, recalled and recorded that one. Then laid down to get back to zleep.

Falling asleep didn't seem like it was gonna happen. My legs were fidgety. But luckily, it happened. I'm glad I didn't give up because I had alot of wakefulness within my dream.

I thought I'd try just typing this instead of voice recording. Okay so initially I had a dream which was kind of underwater. It was like Sponge Bob, Mr. Krabs, Patrick, and other characters in some fight or something. It's kinda vague to me now because as you will see, the dream chain went on quite a while.

Okay so then the next thing was that I was going through a bin. It had a Pokemon crystal cartridge, but with no label. Then I was in a class room, talking to a dream figure.

She said that she didn't like classes. I remember the teacher was up front of the class and there were other kids there. I told her grades weren't such a big deal. Hey eyes opened wide at the revelation. I liked talking to her and felt I was being helpful. Not telling her to go live recklessly but just to have some balance in her life and let go of all the pressure and perfectionism.

Then everyone disappeared! I think I became lucid somewhere in there. Forgot exactly how. It must have just dawned on me.

Then I walked around and came accross a heavier set guy near a bus. He reminded me of someone I'd seen before, but now, I'm not sure who. I decided to talk to him.

"How are you?" I asked. "So, so," he replied. The words stuck with me. I don't remember the rest of the conversation, but it was pretty interesting.

Next there was a bus driver. We were near a yellow bus. There was something with maybe the bus driver being mean. I'm not quite sure.

I think there was a whole scene with non-human beings of some sort. but it got to be such a long dream chain that the details must have just faded.

What I remember next! Is waking up to dream journal. But in a false awakening! The light was on bright in my room. I was sitting at the edge of my bed and leaning on a light goldenrod brown colored table.

There was pop music playing, of a female singer. Playing loudly. I started to wonder how to turn that off. Then I realized that was my dream sign! So this might be a dream. I proceeded a bit cautiously, not being sure. I also noticed although I was sitting up to write, my voice recorder was also out.

I don't know if I tried a finger palm test then but I remember jumping up to fly. When I stayed in the air a bit extra longer, I got the sense it must be a dream.

I think that I had 3 more dream chains after this one but when I tried to recall it, I couldn't quite tell. So I will just do my best here.

I think the next part of the dream chain was the same dream. I flew downstairs and found lots of food. Ah it is so painful not knowing what I missed. I have this inner feeling there was something else cool but I just couldn't recall it. Just on the tip of my tongue, teasing me.

After flying around a little in the living room, I realized the dream was pretty stable. So I decided to go to the fridge. Then I realized there was food all around. Maybe it just appeared. Pretzels, white frosting dip in a tall tube, some sandwich things I think, and then a yellow-crust pie with purple filling appeared. The crust was really flaky.

Eating dream food is a really expansive feeling for me because I have food allergies in waking life. So I can hardly eat anything. So eating a big variety of dream food is akin to traveling the universe for me. The feeling of just being able to eat whatever I want, whenever I want, is something I can have only in a dream.

So I enjoyed the foods. I remember the pretzel was soft. I was like, "Why did Dad leave these all here?" More of a waking life thought. Then I thought of something sweeter and the pie appeared. And I dipped the pretzel generously in a big tube of white frosting. It definitely tasted sweet. I forgot the exact order of the earlier dream foods.

Maybe I rubbed my hands to stay stable around here. I know I did it at one point. Another thing was I went to drink water. I figured taking a drink of water in the dream would make me more stable because of hydration? I don't know but it made sense to me then. So I picked up a big poland spring thing. One of the ones that is like a 3 gallon water dispenser, the big plastic one. And drank from that.

I think I woke up briefly, thought about it, and popped back into it. At this point I saw the food again and wanted to be really sure it was a dream. I think a podcast or radio thing with a woman's voice was also playing.

Oh yeah I forgot. When I was floating before I tried a front flip but it didn't work.

My finger palm tests this time were very interesting. They made a kind of stringy bubble appear on the other side of my hand. I did it 4 times, just enjoying the sensation. I also attributed some dream stability to it. When I was sure, I went for more dream food.

Once I was satisfied with that, I decided to move on. Also I heard something coming, down the stairs! I became a little wary and went to the wall behind the stairs. I saw its back and it was a grey lego K'Nex creature.

I felt afraid of it. Like I had been dreaming so long that it was here to destroy me! So once it passed through the kitchen a bit (moving slowly) I went for the front door to escape.

It seemed to notice me and begin to turn around. Before I could make it to the front door. So I ran the other way to the back of the house where the kitchen door would be. However, I was surprised to find a glass door going outside to the back yard... In the middle, where the bathroom would have been!

I ran for that, hoping to jump and phase through it, saving time. Then I started to doubt myself. I wondered if the door just wouldn't open. So it was very expectational.

The door did open though, and I got out. I remember the door handles were interesting. The looked complex, designed to lock me in. As soon as I got a little bit out of there, I popped back into my bed, once more.

I feel I am missing a whole entire segment from my memory. This is what happens to some of my REM Rebound dreams when I have had insomnia. Really long dream, sometimes very lucid, but too long to remember it! And too groggy or rusty from being low on sleep and out of practice recalling longer dreams. So I guess for me regular sleep patterns would be ideal and give a higher percentage recall.

Then I laid in bed and the ringing got to be very intense. It almost scared me. More ringing than usual. At first I just laid there, seeing if I'd pop into a dream on my own. But then I decided to get up. I knew it wasn't my physical body moving, but a "dream" or "astral" body.

I stood up on my bed, still only experiencing self-proprieception, but having no sight. Like I could feel my limbs moving and my direction and all that but no sight except black. I put my arms up overhead and jumped toward my ceiling. As I jumped, I thought something like, "I want to go to a pleasant place" but those weren't the exact words. I don't remember the exact words but they felt just right.

I remember thinking that I'd like to go to a really nice expansive place. Or some place where I could face an issue, but where I'd have the strength to face it, and the support, too. Not just a place where I'd be totally steam rolled.

Well I appeared in space, surrounded by square screens or photographs. I flew around and looked at each one hanging there in space. I tried pulling some things out of the photos into 3 dimensional. In one case I got to eat salmon locks.

I just got a HUGE influx of the memory I lost. Something canine. Unfortunately it faded afterwards. Just on the tip of my tongue again.

Okay so I woke up after a little more exploration of the photographs. This time I was clearly in my physical bed, no false awakening or anything like that. I thought the dreams through.

As usual, and I will note this 100,000 times, during the dream, I felt so sure that I'd just remember it all with the utmost ease and detail. But once I woke up I realized... Oh, yeah. Uh. Wait, what just happened? So, that's just that.

I'm glad to have had such a lengthy dream. I wanted to type it right after I recalled it, instead of voice recording, then waiting to type it that day, which could be redundant. It was weird because after I recalled it, I was like, jammed up about what recording method to use. But theres a little urgency like, well, gotta try something before the memory fades.

Okay, back to sleep... Its only 5:52 A M so I should be able to sleep again.

I didn't get back to sleep. Sometimes I feel like I should be able to but don’t.

Date of Dream: TUE 15 MAY - 2018



Dream No. 332 - Pottery Is Fun

I don't remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I was at this massive $2 shop with my mum and dad. We were looking at something to do for arts and crafts when we came across these already made pots. What came with them were all these different coloured glaze paints that you would decorate the pot with in your own time. At first, tubes of glaze paint seemed expensive, about five dollars each but then my mum found out that she was misreading the price and that it was actually thirty cents each.

I have forgotten a lot about the next scene. All I can remember is that my mum and I were talking about what to get Reece and his twin brother Bryce for their birthday. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Re-stabilize in-dream performance from Dreamy WB; she hasn't been appearing lately (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? No)



Dream 332: Results (Competition #3)
Competition Night: 14
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 7.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- 7-Day Recall Chain (7.0)

+ Previous Total: 90.0
Total Accumulated Points: 97.5

5/9/18
I was in Oklahoma for some reason. On a familiar body of water, there were huge sieves with plants on them. At a higher elevation, sprinklers were suspended from towers to water those plants. After entering the house across the bridge, which turned out to be my old house, I found BotW on the TV and a non-existent president. There was an explosion, so we went into the kitchen, Later, there were slides outside. Sliding down one was a light blue translucent object that was represented by "UO₂", and an object with rotary blades represented by "UEO₃". Earlier in the scene, we passed by several farms and one Cola stand. 2 people manned the stand, and nobody else was around. The weather was sunny and clear. During the sprinkler scene, I turned on Google Earth's clouds layer, which revealed a few broken cumulus clouds.

5/10/18
-F-Something about Planetshot.

5/11/18 (L)x3
-(L)-I became lucid and lost it after 10 seconds.
-(L)-Later, I became slightly lucid for 5-10 seconds.
-(L)-Later, I became lucid once again and remembered a tiny amount of stabilization.
-There was a thing where lots of characters were in a place surrounded by very rough ground. Teleporting was involved. There was a crossover episode between MLP and Avatar.
-Time traveled in a delorean. I tried to stop my past self from doing that.

5/12/18
-1-Twilight Sparkle and I tried to enter a settlement of sorts. I was a changeling. Chryssi showed up too. When we tried to approach the changeling settlement, we got flung back by a force. The closest stable area was a plain of mostly rock. The scene was a little foggy and somewhat dark, with incorrectly bright lighting. [FA] I woke up in my old house and ate ice cream.
-2-Took a music class at my college and missed a storm cell.

5/13/18 (L)
-1-I explored a building at college. The layout was completely different, and I didn't catch the fact that the interior style was very similar to one I had seen in a past dream.
-[FA]-Woke up and caught the FA. I calmly moved around in my dream bed for several seconds before a real-world lightning flash woke me up for real, eyes still closed. That was just a little bit frustrating.

5/14/18
Spending a day in this particular desert world would be like spending a week in the prime world. (time differential) Twilight Sparkle entered the desert world looking for something. Trump was looking for an object in it. Later, Twilight found what she was looking for, and it turned out to be Spike and Discord. Also, it was all an unrated fanfic that appeared in a feed on Fimfiction.
[New Scene]
There was a scene at a building in a temperate area.

5/15/18
I had some dream control over the ceiling of a place covered in snow. Also, there was a villain going around changing history, but leaving metaphorical bread crumbs for me to follow.

5/16/18
-F-Something about getting maximum score on a something.

5/17/18 (L)x6
3 WILDs, 3 DILDs. Unfortunately, due to poor recall in exam week, I don't remember much of them. There was stuff about snow, driving, a gamecube, and weird people in black suits. The first 3 LDs were the WILDs, and the following 3 were DILDs. In the final LD, I did an RC while driving a car, and when lucidity was confirmed, I immediately spun outside of it. I performed some basic stabilization (somewhat poorly) and remained lucid for close to a minute before getting distracted.

Lucid Time: 46-79 sec + 90-145 sec

Got a very brief DILD to note. There's lots of other dreams I've since forgotten.

Dream 1 - Dark Tension

Scene 1 - Poof, Just Like That
The visuals were very dim and quite blurred. I was walking out the door at night. Got aware. I rubbed hands, but things quickly destabilized. DEILD back in.

Scene 2 - Orbiting Iridescence
Similar visuals. Transition in bed. Felt very tense, and I had trouble controlling my (in-dream) breathing. Tried transitioning by rolling off bed, then attempted to summon my DG, E, but couldn't do either. Later, I floated around the room, if not fully controlled, for I was unwillingly orbited around an unseen point. I thought of the chocolate cake TOTM, and tried conjuring such in my hand, but no luck. The dim visuals was bothering me. So, I called out "Continual Light" (as per the D&D spell). Mesmerizing iridescence sprung from my hand, though it wasn't very bright. I tried raising its intensity. Instead, like ink, the light spread throughout the room. The dream collapsed soon afterwards.