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I was to prepare a game of 'The Werewolves of Miller's Hollow' for my mum and my brother, however what I did was set up a Pen&Paper-RPG: making up classes, a setting, even drawing a picture of the zeppelin-airship the story began in. My brother kept on coming in and watching what I was doing wich annoyed me since it took all the surprise away. At some point we were suddenly both standing in front of our school where evidently a festival of some sort was being held. Someone said something about a beaver that was somewhere, and my brother decided he wanted to search for it. He asked me if we should look left or right, it was like some form of a dialogue choice in video games. When I didn't reply for a while, a ball of moss crawled by wich my brother turned over and wich turned out to be a hedgehog. At this point I thought that the hedgehog was what we had been looking for all along. Upon closer inspection I realized that the hedgehogs' stings were all broken off apart from three, and that he seemed very frightened. Just then a man came along, broke off the poor things' last stings and threw them to some children who used them as toy swords. This made me furious, so I bolted after the guy and explained to him astonishingly calmly that a stingless hedgehog is practically dead. He apologized, but when he turned away I added, since I had realized his stench of beer, that the hedgehogs' situation can be compared to that of an unconcious drunk lying alone upon a street frequently used by criminals. I the went to another part of the street where I met a friend whom for some reason I threw on the ground. He then put on a headset and called three friends of his, asking wether they would play LoL with him. Two of them, whom I know only sporadically, said they would whereas the third, who is also a friend of mine, said he had no time for some reason related to his mother.


NOTE:
I am not a native speaker of english, and am almost convinced of the fact that what I meant on the hedgehog are in english not actually called 'stings'. I would be glad to be corrected here as anywhere in my posts.

Morning of July 20, 2018. Friday.

Reading time: 2 min 14 sec. Readability score: 66 (8th-grade education and above).



In my dream, I am at the south end of the hall of the Cubitis house. The time is unknown. I am facing the doorway to the southwest bedroom.

There is a plastic box of items to the left of the doorway. Another is near the middle of it. Although I cannot discern all of the contents, I see more than a dozen empty toilet paper rolls atop other items in the leftmost box.

I vaguely recall that Zsuzsanna’s younger sister Judy lives in the room, but I do not see her at any time. (In reality, the bathroom was on the opposite side of the hallway as this room.)

There is an absentminded transition to a more vivid setting. The implication is that I had walked north to the Cubitis house’s living room from the hallway, yet I am now in what seems like a simultaneous presence of the Loomis Street house’s living room and the lounge room of our present home.

There is a recall that I had been making small rockets. It is likely that I might have used some of the empty toilet paper rolls in my project. I must have done it during what seems like a missing stage in my dream’s sequence.

It now seems to be late evening. Mentally, from perhaps outside the house, I launch a small rocket as my experiment as I stand in the middle of the living room, facing the front door. I do not expect much to happen at first, but I begin to feel wary. I am aware of its trajectory in rising up and to the right. I am aware of it, though I do not see it. I hear a slight sizzling.

I might have made the small rocket too powerful, as I had quickly put it together without any measurements. There are a few moments of silence when I consider what might occur. Suddenly, there is an extraordinarily loud explosion that vividly echoes from everywhere outside the house. It shakes the whole world. I wonder if I will have time to tell Zsuzsanna before our planet disintegrates. I wait for the light and consuming fire. Instead, I awake.

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Dream content and explanatory notes:

The incorrect representation of our bedroom is a common dream feature occurring a few times through every sleep cycle, typically rendered in the beginning or end of a dream. It is usually only a subliminal factor of being in bed. As they are primarily composed of anticipatory and reactive representation, in subliminal, liminal, and lucid states, dreams neither have symbolism in the conventional sense nor are they a result of memory processing.

As I was near a doorway into a bedroom, it implies a reactive representation of being near the waking process. The empty toilet paper rolls were a biological prompt, though my need to wake was not intense. The association with cylindrical forms, from the empty toilet paper rolls to launching the small rocket, was intriguingly unique.

Typical temporal errors are present as is the integration error of the Loomis Street house with the Cubitis house (where I have not lived since June 1978). My dream simultaneously combines our lounge room with the Loomis Street house’s living room (where I have not been since February 1994).

The representation of the cessation of my dream was more magnificent than usual.

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Non-dream stuff: Woke up at 8, with the usual alarms and auto radio. Could remember a dream fragment but tried too hard to remember it so decided instead to set another alarm for 9:30 and try to sleep more. Woke up at 9:30 and remembered a dream but was fading a little.

Non-lucid dream fragment, going backwards:

4: Starting from the end of the dream, I remember some frozen strips of pork. I know we were at some bigger and altered version of my partner's dad's house. I was going to cook them over a fire and I took a little strip off and ate it raw - very quickly I thought "Crap, you can't eat raw pork, what the hell am I doing? This is how you can get worms..." but then I also (conveniently...) remembered this was bacon, which in many cases can be eaten "raw" because of the process to make it. This is the last portion of the dream before I woke up.

3: I remember walking around the house before that, looking for my partner. It was strange, I was half-aware that this was a dream because I remember thinking that this was exactly like another time as I opened some doors and went through the crooked and narrow halls. I remember in the dream context there were some doors that unleashed swarms of spiders (dream memory someone had told me) but they were already open and my dream self knew which these were.

2: Before that, I can't remember if I was in a different place, but I think I was looking at a screen (but it feels like I wasn't) with my partner and there was a museum and a large limestone statue of someone like David the Thinker or Atlas, carrying the world. On the statue however, was an old friend of mine who I'd had a crush on in waking life; she was mostly naked apart from some (to me) weird leather laces around her limbs and pelvis; she was posing on or against the statue in a heroic pose, for a photo or something, as she was looking up and away, smiling.

1: And finally the earliest thing I can remember vaguely is that there was some sort of room. An office room maybe.

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Some notes:

• My old school friend should have been a good cue of a dream sign; not only was she someone that is simply not present in my life at all anymore, she was in a very odd situation. The leather lace stuff might have been because in waking life I remember she told me that she self-harmed. As a kid I didn't think too much about that, actually.
• The pose my old school friend was taking, was a behaviour accurate to her real personality, when I knew her anyway.
• In my partner's dad's house, I was aware of my partner being there, and do vaguely remember seeing him at some point.
• The thing with the bacon should have made me do a RC because from one moment to another I decided it was fine, when I was almost panicking for doing something so stupid initially.
• Waking life note: Must remember to, after doing something stupid, even if it's fine afterwards, do a RC.
• The spider swarm releasing doors, though I wasn't afraid of them, I was wary of them, even open. I felt like the spiders were moving around but I carried on with walking through the house.
• I remember there was a skylight in one of the corridors in the dream; in reality there is no skylight at all in that house.

Created Thursday 19 July 2018

Got a WILD today, if after quite a few roadblocks in my attempts to induce it. There were plenty of other things after that, but they were too incomprehensible for me to even recall.

Dream 1 - Curiosity Calling

WILD transition in bed. Rubbed my hands to confirm. I wait out a transition for a few minutes, and even spin on my back to accelerate such, but nothing of the sort happens.

Remembering the contest, I imagine the sound of rushing waters, certain this would create some whimsical being. To much alarm, the yells of a horrible, guttural voice accompanied the noise, shouting furiously at me in a fell language. Quite startling at first, though after a few minutes, this merely became an annoyance. I phase through the mattress and into the void, though even that wasn't enough to get rid of that rambling. Willfully waking up put an end to that.

Immediate reentry. Overheard somone having... bowel distress in the bathroom nearby. At the time, I wasn't sure if this was real or not (it wasn't), but I ignored it all the same.

Anyway, after a minute or two of down time, I tried manifesting another creature. I imagined the cries of a crow, if for the sake of sparking curiosity and wanderlust. Such cawing sounded quickly, and soon after, I caught sight of the like bird landing on my shoulder. Suddenly, the creature grew and morphed into a harpy, light skinned woman from the waist up, the excessively oversized legs and feet of a crow below, and similarly large feathery wings adjoined on her otherwise human arms.

As I lingered in awe, the harpy snatched me up into her claws by my flank. Before I knew it, she'd already carried me far away into the emptiness. I asked what she had planned for me, more out of intrigue than any sort of concern. The bird-woman merely echoed what I said while giggling.

The dream was then dissolved.