Recent DJ Posts

Tried format, expand, elaborate the details on laptop but it was horrible. Laptop keyboards are horrible. I tried. 3 paragraphs before I could no longer withstand such torture. Just going to paste jotted notes.

I'm also thinking of just recording DJs as an audio file. With just a few keywords typed as a way to sort it while going in details and expanding it in recordings.

Oct 21,2019

Changed bed. Awoke. Felt hot. Focused on head high pitch. Scary but told self I liked. Thought I failed but rolled out of bed. It the room still unsure. Went out house was sure and went up the air.

Went into a car audi dad Chinatown like. Had doubts whether real but lost to plot. Found mom found I7 girl who rode with us. Dark hair thin girl. Stopped by Chinese police office. Showing passport.

FA into bed tried to dj but phone acted weird.

Woke dj
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University narrow stairs butch Maylin Amy glasses girl spill their sushi comes after me. Chase stairs cop.
Mike.

Large dome building glass girl dad 7th floor elevator.
Instant vertical elevator presence planet.


Richard's dad house foods, Purple ferment diarrhea pool

Opening locked door


Dream about slavery girl

Extravagant weapon


Cheating in poker, caught.

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Border to Quebec went the to apply for job. Ppl the. Job listing is bad (red-light jobs) . Car stuck in building. Give ppl chocolate to coop getting car out.

Frozen school exploring to find. Solution.

House 34. Apartment now needle shooting plant. Overcome by willpower. Stabbed by long needles.

Special female beings there. Asked for help and helped me. Taught me.

Shows me familiars. How to summon forces by calling them out. From the cages. Spirit of ice etc. Just resonate in same frequency and they will come help.

Found greater fairy queen taken liking to me. Just call her out. Try summoning greater beings. Glowing green butterfly like.

Serpentine beings. Call them by vibration sound. Mimicked them by going thhh. Their eyes followed me. Thrithe.

One serpent coils around me. Liking me. Another stronger aggressive one wants to be with me more.

I had good compatibility with serpentine so they didn't attack me. Just obsessed over me.

First one green other mud brown right. One in each arm. Settled.

Trying to call out again as practice. Called out fairy queen and helped me. Then called out serpentine. Thrithe.


Wentt back to frozen school unfroze. People thought snow was weird but immediately forgot thought it was imagination.

Jamie dreams

First dream I think I was making out with her, only i don't think I was me... hmm.


Second dream was a FA, I was looking at a wall and I saw writing from Jamie that said, "I've loved you." Good to hear.

Crazy vivid dream

Started out with I was in a big apartment building and ran into Jaas and Haley from didsbury... Haley had a black eye. I just sort of passed and waved at them.

Later I was with a group of people and i forget a sequence of events.. but I trapped some bad guy inside a piece of paper. don't really understand it myself but i did. Dream logic i guess.

Next part I'm going through a building like a motel. but it looks under construction and a bunch of homeless looking people are there. I'm handed a key to my room and I go through hallways made of plywood. My room doesn't even lock and it's also a thin door made of ply wood. I decide not to stay in it. I get back with the group of people. I somehow let the guy out of the piece of paper. I'm hiding in parts of the room and he starts killing people with a buzz saw. I get behind him and perform a chokehold on him. I hold him there for quite some time and he looks passed out. He gets up right after i let him go and i leave the room with a bunch of people...

Friday, 18 October 2019

Reading time: 3 min 20 sec.



Here, I will explain the essential decoding of entries that will eventually include “bird resurrection” in the title. The original entries will remain in my online journal.

Something coming to life, reviving, or waking from sleep in the last part of a dream is simply the subliminal, liminal, or supraliminal anticipatory autosymbolism of waking up, the preconscious precursor of gaining control of the physical body and the emergence of consciousness and valid personal identity. That is what most final dream segments include (more so with instinctual and lucid modulation), though with an infinite variety of content. Ultimately, the most common indicator of this process for me is a bird of any number of species from dream to dream.

The foundation of this process has occurred every sleep cycle since early childhood, though I have only thus far included some of the more interesting dreaming experiences online.

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Qebehsenuef Canopic Jar (October 18, 2019). A mummified parrot in an Egyptian falcon canopic jar (Qebehsenuef) comes to life, and the bird vibrates in my hands with pleasing sensations.

The most recent mental activity before this had been in slow-wave sleep (virtual mummification). I am lucidly modulating liminal space (anticipating the drop, but it does not occur). I had intestinal pain before (and during) sleep. (A Qebehsenuef canopic jar holds the intestines.) Note that any container typically represents how the dream self cannot arouse the physical body until consciousness emergence.

Decayed Fence and Strange Weather (July 7, 2015). At the end of this dream, Ava Gardner is in a lacey black dress. She is on the floor near a couch on her elbows, with her knees up. As I grab her heels, she transforms into a Tweety Bird foil balloon of about three feet in length. I strike it against the floor while holding the bottom edge, but it remains as it is. (It was similar to “Unconvincing Resurrection” from October 18, 2016, when I tried to resurrect a dream character from his skull in a bucket of water, but out came a novelty balloon with a skeleton print.)

That dream segment (the last part of a much longer dream) is probably more ridiculous than most other examples. Balloons and birds both correlate with drop anticipation, though balloons additionally relate to a subliminal, liminal, or supraliminal focus on breathing while sleeping.

One Quail into Three (September 26, 2014). There is a tall thin paper sack with a rectangular bottom that contains a sickly quail on its side. There is a vivid vibration as I hold the paper bag. Eventually, there are inexplicably three quail in it, two healthy, one sickly. Zsuzsanna is about to sell the sack of quail to an unknown woman who arrives at our door (lesser wall mediation with doorway waking autosymbolism). I wake as she talks to her.

That dream indicates the same process and with the same modulation as the first example, though instinctually rather than lucidly. However, enigmatic space (not a dreaming process) also became a factor here. Years later, in real life, our oldest daughter took an interest in raising quail (with Zsuzsanna helping her). When selling a few in town, the buyer complained about one of them being unhealthy, though it was not; it only had one feather out of place. Thus, my dream’s scenario was also literal, but years before real-life correlation. (One quail of a small hatching as here died in another instance.)

Baby Bird (May 4, 2014). We have a baby bird (possibly a wild finch) that fell out of its nest and is living inside my makeshift terrarium outside. It is weak and sickly, seemingly injured. By feeding it small pieces of rubber cut from a bicycle inner tube, it grows and becomes healthier in a short time. Later, after feeding it potato chips, it ceases to exist.

That dream might seem bizarre to people who do not understand the co-occurrence of dreaming and waking processes. Bicycles are a more grounded form of vestibular correlation anticipation than flight is (with less expectation of the drop), so this is instinctual modulation to correlate emerging physical preparedness as much dream content is. Next, come potato chips. As they crumble easily, I associate them with the dream state losing cohesion (and the bird and anticipatory factors dissipate as a result).

The Hummingbird Power (January 2, 2007). In this dream, a hummingbird had gotten into our house, and I do not want it to become weak over time or injure itself. Holding it creates an extreme sense of compressed weight as well as pleasing powerful vibrations. Although it seems to have gotten squashed when I absentmindedly close our front door, it seems invulnerable and flies back into our house for a time.

Ceramic Chicken (from 1963) is one of my oldest validated dreams from before I could write. A statue coming to life is the anticipation of waking (cortical arousal).

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Hopefully, this entry should serve as a partial foundation for idiot-proofing my online dream journal when it comes to this type of content.

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Beta testing VR

I found myself in an underground facility among many others. We were here to test out the new vr headset.I saw M. Zberg leading this project. We were testing a new VR game that was an MMORPG and I was finding some special items of sorts. We were just going through the tutorial section of it, digging our way through a large boulder with a modded weapon. The weapon was the first weapon we got and we crafted to make it resistant to being used as a shovel to dig through these boulders.

I secretly custom crafted my own weapon, though I remember it not being so good.

I guess the dream felt like 3 hours?



Eating

I was a house. Similar to home. I was eating with family and a maid. She had black I think short hair and she ate with us. She sat in front of me.


Behind in Class

I was in a classroom and I was just having trouble with the stuff they were teaching. Not sure if it was due to my own laziness or something. I just felt not so hot. But the good thing was that the teacher was nice. I remember she was pretty tall and had blonde hair, had kind eyes. She did her best to help me catch up.


Fight by stairs

I might have awoken a bit. I'm walking down the staircase in the same school from before. It felt like structurally built like the japanese school. I was just minding my own business when X comes along and tries to fight me. I'm fighting him off and get away. I was with a couple of friends here and I get lucid. I tell them to hold on to me so I can teleport us out of this mess. I hold their hands and close my eyes to mass teleport.

*maybe a memory of X trying to push me down staircase. I balanced back and tried to push him back. He already ran away like a coward that he was, and there was only the door with the fortified windows. I broke through the windows with my palm. I remember feeling the metallic mesh that bent around my palm like butter and the annoying pain of shattered glass cutting my palm. I guess maybe this dream could be related to that memory.

I guess the thing, or the lesson from the memory could be to trust my instincts. First impression of people were always right.


University Exploding Lab, Jin

I think it's continuation of last dream. We were teleported to somewhere else.

I was in a car riding with my mom and some others. We were headed to the university lab to meet up for something. There was a guy that stood out here. He hair short black hair that shot up in the air and light brown skin. He was a young pretty good looking charismatic brown man. he had some special powers and were helping me out or following me for some reason. He wasn't human. I think he was a Djinn or something. Like a genie sort of being and he was just taking that form for now. Let's call him Jin for now then.

Anyways we get to the university and inside the lab. Just walking around. There were some girls here that were from the previous dream that teleported with me while we were going to meet up with the others (around 4-5 of them). Why were we meeting up anyways? I remember a picnic scene. We head back.

We're going to the same lab again, in the same car. After a while we get to the same university and we head into the lab. I am with Jin inside the lab. But this time the lab was getting flooded. There were water spurting from everywhere, perhaps the plumbing system was messed up. Got pretty worried about the safety of the place, with it getting flooded and all. It appeared to be a chemistry lab. I begin to talk to Jin to address my concerns regarding our safety here and before you know it- *BOOM*

The entire place explodes. I see white light. I make it alive somehow but I was worried about the others. We were gathering in a spot where the casualties were being collected. They were put into tiny cells of structures that looked like beehives. I suppose beehive structure since it's the most efficient shape in terms of surface area of material being used to build this thing. I find a couple of companions from earlier here. A few were missing though, including my mom and Jin. I was a bit worried since I could cast revive to bring them back to life if they were dead, but how could I do that if their bodies couldn't be located? Perhaps I am lucid or somewhat lucid here. I see some kind of tablet like device playing a video though, it was a video call from my mom. She was visiting some relatives or friends earlier so she was away from the explosion as I saw her friends just casually talking to each other. I saw them in 3rd person for a second before I was back. I was relieved about that so I decided to head back to the scene of the explosion to find others.

First I went back to the lab area. The lab was the right most unit that protruded out of the university building so I decided to head to the room or the hall ot the immediate left. There in among the beat up building I hear Jin's voice. He calls out to me but I can't see him. I look around and I find some kind of box. I wasn't exactly sure how to describe the long rectangular box so I googled it- optimum square prism.

The box was black with bits of yellow along the edges. It had a wooden like texture. Jin was in there. He said that he was safe in there during the explosion. Like a real genie he put himself into some kind of container. I was just analyzing the situation and he got a bit upset, and told me to hurry up and get him out of the box.



Notes

I felt really bad on awakening before the ld. Felt like I wasn't progressing with LD, I realized that it was negative self talk eventually and dealt with it with shadow work/mindfulness.

Morning of October 18, 2019. Friday.

Dream #: 19,296-12. Reading time: 34 sec.



In the dryad stage, there is liminal ambiguity. The sign of movement and discernment of white (as with a nymph’s elaborate dress) seems to be a misperception. There is no one sitting on the low branch of a big tree in an otherwise open area.

As a result, I walk through the sparse ruins of an unknown town, signifying the dream state is slowly losing cohesion. There is a more clearly defined warehouse (liminal space) I enter.

I find an Egyptian falcon canopic jar (Qebehsenuef). It contains a mummified parrot that comes to life when I hold it. I vividly feel the movement as I hold onto it, even a subtle, pleasing vibration as if from a mild electrical current.

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See also “bird resurrection” (for the explanation of this process) that will follow this entry and have the date of October 18, 2019.

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I am being prepared for surgeryThere is something wrong inside my head and it must be fixed. They administer the drugs to knock me out. I come to before the surgery is finished and somehow wander off while still on the drugs. I am now outside and realize I must get back to surgery but the dream is shifting and I assume the effects of the drugs are making it so I am getting lost. I try to ask for help but my words come out mixed up I am afraid.

10/17/19 I just recently had a major surgery on my left arm/shoulder and am wearing a bulky protective sling 24/7. I just started P.T.
In this dream I am talking to a female therapist (IRL it is a male) and she tells me she is going to put a snake on my chest. I get nervous. She brings in a 5 foot long rattle snake that is fat like it swallowed a couple cats. She puts it on me and it is very heavy, almost suffocatingly so. It starts slowly moving around as I lay on the table. I am worried it will bite me. She assures me that it will infact bite me, but not to worry. It bites my thigh but I am numb.

2019, 10-17

Underground Slavery

Regular Dream - Video Game / Semi-lucid - Lucid Dream - Notes

I am playing Skyrim VR. I am in a cage. There is a Dunmer outside the cage gazing in at me. He is wearing green robes and has some mechanical device over his left eye that makes it look like he has been assimilated by the Borg. I ask who he is and he says he is Shanath Selthri, we are now in Sadrith Kegran, and I am his property. I say no, I belong to no one. He says he bought and paid for me so I am his. I tell him I’ve heard enough of that bullshit, I’m out of here. He says not until he lets me out, I can’t even get out of that cage unless he lets me out. I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and cut through the cage bars, creating an easy exit. Shanath steps back and stares at this and repeats that I am his slave and I must obey him. I find myself speaking in Disturbed lyrics. “I’m no slave, are you feeling brave? Or have you gone out of your mind?” I am thinking to cut him in two but then I stop… he’s no threat to me so there’s no need to kill. Instead I cut my blade through the air just centimeters from his chest. I’m rewarded with a look of fear and smell of urine. He has wet himself. Good enough. I unform my blade and walk out the door.

I exit Shanath’s house into a city with huge glowing mushrooms. Graceful bridges span streams of phosphorescent water and strange crab creatures have glowing things on their backs. It is as bright as noon, but when I look up I see I’m not outside, I’m are in a huge underground cavern. Everything glows a different color, the result is beautiful. I wander through the town looking at the sights. The town is filled with mostly Dunmer, though there are some other people around. I notice the other people are all wearing rags while the Dunmer are wearing brightly colored robes like Shanath had been. I approach a woman in rags and speak to her. She looks at me but doesn’t answer. I try again. A Dunmer in dark pink robes comes over and tells me to leave her slave alone. I tell her she just lost her slave. And unless she wants to lose more than that she will walk away. I am feeling angry as I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and fix the Dunmer woman with what I hope is an intimidating glare. She starts responding with, “How dare you…” but then thinks better of it and hurries off.

I turn my attention back to the woman. She looks scared. I tell her she’s safe with me now and will soon be free. I ask her if she can respond to me. She shakes her head and opens her mouth to reveal she has no tongue. I ask if these foul slave traders did that to her and she nods. I am even angrier now. I focus healing energy on the woman and it is able to regenerate her tongue. Her speech is a bit slurred as if she’s forgotten how to talk properly. She then points behind me. I look and see the woman from earlier along with a Dunmer man in green robes and several guards. The Dunmer woman points at me and says I’m the one who was so arrogant as to think I can take her slave. I glare at both of them and say true arrogance is thinking you have the right to abduct innocent people and bring them into an existence of forced labor and imprisonment. I tell her that ends now. I am taking the slaves with me. I will heal them and set them free. I brandish my Alex Mercer blade and add that if anyone interferes they will find themselves minus more than just a couple slaves.

I keep the slave woman close to me as I go to look for more. The guards block my way. I still have hope of getting out without killing so I fus the group of five guards. FUS-RO-DAH! The guards fly backwards and land in a pile. I tell them that is the last non-lethal method I will use, so do not interfere! The Dunmer man says I can’t leave so I might as well give up. I ignore him and go off to find more slaves. I find more and heal their tongues. I have a dozen slaves with me when we head for the exit. When I go to pass through I feel my energy getting drained. I see I have an amulet on that is doing it. I pull the amulet off and throw it on the ground. I see they are all wearing the amulets so I take all of the amulets off and leave them in a pile on the ground. We all walk out of a cave and into the sunlight. Everyone seems to be unsure of what to do. I figure they need money to start a new life. I pull a purse full of gold from my robes. I have tons of it! I give each person 10,000 gold to start with and I still have tons left. What do I want to spend it on? I’ll hang on to it for now. I wake up here.

Sunday, 13 October 2019

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In this informative dream journal series, I will clarify how vehicles appear and function in the ways they do in my dreams based on over 50 years of experience and validation in my life as both an instinctual dreamer and natural lucid dreamer.

First and foremost, the isolated (with the exception of enigmatic space and quantum entanglement) and illusory mental model of the dream self (that also lacks the viable memory of conscious identity because of its disconnection from the unconscious mind, chiefly in non-lucidity, to prevent false memory building) does not have the potential to control the physical body during sleep (though sleepwalking seems to be an exception, but that is not a subject of which I have experience). Even so, that factor does not stop my dream self (by way of preconscious monitoring and accommodation) from creating the imaginary dynamics of physical movement and virtual travel.

Since early childhood, there have only been a few basic practices and variations in the modulation of vehicles that I will explain in this series. When it comes to the drop (vestibular correlation experienced as an imaginary fall, typically during the natural waking process), dream modulation often varies as analogical to controlling a potential sneeze, which is possible, though somewhat unpredictable (depending on the depth of sleep).

I typically experience two types of short dreams at the start of each sleep cycle (before entering longer hypnagogic sessions). One is the right leg kick (usually correlating with the same dream content, that is, walking and falling, more intense when I had done more walking earlier that day, which proves it is a result of physical causes stemming from muscle dynamics and not personal reasons by way of the popular but asinine notion of “interpretation”) and the other is the spasm in my back, like a jab, that is extraordinarily intense, though the foundation of its dynamics specifically stems from liminality (that is, being between dreaming and wakefulness with separation of conscious identity from viable physicality) and the extent of cortical arousal. As such, dream content varies, though with the same types of autosymbolism that represent stages of dreaming.

I will review various dream features and events from my 50 years of dreaming history. Vehicle renderings mainly stem from my dream self’s desire to subliminally, liminally, or supraliminally enhance the potential of imaginary physicality and the illusion of movement. The kind of vehicle (for example, car, train, bus, truck, boat, airplane, helicopter, flying saucer, and so on) establishes co-occurrence with the dreaming stage and specific dynamics of vestibular arousal, degree of expectation of the drop, and extent of physical dynamics and muscularity in sleep as well as the residual level of melatonin.

It needs to be understood that not all vehicles in my dreams exhibit co-occurrence solely with my imaginary dream state physicality and its status as I instinctually or lucidly anticipate and match induction, dreaming, and waking stages (including the drop). In some cases, associations with the bed I am sleeping in become part of the vehicle-rendering process, either directly or ambiguously, and then it becomes a signification that the vehicle is more representative, in an imaginary sense, of the bed (and my contact with it) than my physicality is. It also depends on incidental shifts that match shifts in consciousness, particularly preconscious processing. There are also cases where a vehicle correlates with legitimate physicality, including in a premonitory context.

I will now elaborate on the specific causes of dream content and variations of the fundamental processes, the main focus on imaginary vestibular dynamics, and their control (whether instinctually or lucidly).

I will reveal an interesting note on how a vehicle bumping or rubbing against another one was rare in my dreams until after being with Zsuzsanna and sharing a bed with her. This occurrence stems from the anticipation of our bodies bumping together during our sleep. It does not mean my dream is demonstrating literal co-occurrence with such monitoring (other than when there is physical contact), as it mainly stems from anticipation as with the drop.

Now, I will go into the specifics with dream content and comparing and contrasting processing factors.

In “Overpass Mishap” (September 22, 1974), I instinctually phased out of my imaginary physicality (and my dream) by passing through the roof of a taxi as I anticipated the drop. As the overpass collapsed, I was simultaneously in flight. The car, being an illusion of my fictitious dream body as I looked down, became like a Matchbox car in this case, the setting becoming like a model of the town. Lucidity is not required to control dreams. All one needs is an understanding of what dreaming processes are. The instinctual essence already exists, as it is not biologically possible to be unaware of being asleep while dreaming.

I could easily compare this with “The Suitcase and the Stolen Sweepstakes Entries” (September 20, 2019). In that case, rather than anticipation of the drop bringing about waking, I instinctually used it to vivify and sustain my dream, which eventually shifted into cognitive arousal processes. (The drop rarely occurs more than once in the latter half of the sleep cycle and usually only once at the beginning.) When the driver (a teenage girl) deliberately drove off the edge of a second-level parking lot, I had no concern as I felt the movement of the bus falling to the perpendicular street below.

I should emphasize how dreams preconsciously distort reality to prevent waking life associations and false impressions. For example, in my first dream above, although the situation came from a recent real event, the taxi was heading south into town rather than taking me north to my home in Cubitis, and in the last scene, transformed into a downscale model. In my second dream above, the parking lot was an altered version of a ground-level parking lot. (There were no elevated parking areas at the front of the shopping mall in real life, revealing how dreams distort settings based on the drop or waking process anticipation.)

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Yesteday

wc dream

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Lucid staircase ex

I was at the top of a stairscase to the left or it rather. There was some metal bars that stopped you from falling off the sides. I saw my ex and someone else to the right. We were laying on our stomach and looking down the stairs or at that direction. I become lucid and tell my ex that this is a dream, shows me a sad face. I tell the person to my right that this is a dream. They appeared to be sad that it was a dream. I give a kiss to the cheek or get a kiss to the cheek.

The sad face told me it was sad that they weren't the real version that could give me love, they wanted to be the real one instead of a dream one. Perhaps I should have let the dream play out. But what is real or dream anyways, it was real in that moment- maybe I was kind of a jerk to point it out.

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Some dream about earlier in the day
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Today


Nightmare Cult, family


I was in the big city. Downtown of BC or somewhere nice. Being chased by a cult. Perhaps same cult as the cult dream. I was with my family and we were escaping them. They were trying to find us and we escaped on a car.

We headed into a mall, it had some small restaurants and a supermarket. Somebody there is a cult member and notices us and calls the HQ. We escape and I'm with my mom. We call a cab outside the mall to escape. It was dark outside.

The cab driver had a mustache -> ( like that with a dark skin and drove us. He knew that we were in an urgent situation and drove really fast. Super fast, ignoring some traffic laws but that's ok.

He drove us to building #36 and I thought it was the house #36, but it was rather apartment #36. We entered the apartment lobby and towards the elevator. Feeling somewhat safe. I saw an old man who looked at us suspiciously. He was a cult member and called out forhelp. I told my mom to run away by myself as I proceeded to gain their attention. Another old man began to come after me. I tried to tell him that the other guy was part of a evil cult but he did not listen and they surroudned me.

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Trying to AP/WILD in dream

I didn't know I was dreaming at the time. There was the kid with glasses. I forget his name but he was a little jerk with glasses that's all I remember.

Anyways I forget earlier part of the dream but we are in the bedroom and each of us had a bed or a futon of sort and slept there.

I began to get vibrations after sleeping and proceeded to leave the body a little but went back in. Vib, leave, back in. This repeated perhaps 10 times. Good practice I guess.

I asked the kid if he had any similar experience, he said he had 1.

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WW2 RUS vs GER

I was in an army. There was a war going on between germany and russia. I forget which side I was on but it felt and looked kind of like ww2.

I underwent some training and what not for a while until we were headed for battle.

I had my rifle in hand and rushed into the enemy buildling. It went alright at first but I ran out of ammo. I was caught in the room to the left. They cut off my limbs and proceeded to torture me. I saw the scene in 3rd person and it was an older man with a chubby face being tortured.

I wanted another chance and the time turns back.

Battle again. There's also demons and monster now too.

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Claustrophobic supermarket

I don't really remember the earlier part of the dream. I was like a super hero or something and just doing super hero stuff. It was near a supermarket.

I headed into the supermarket from the back and people behind me kept rushing in. People also rushed in from the front of the store and I was stuck in the middle of the store. People just would not leave.

I felt claustrophobic really. It was a tortured and I was tortured by my thoughts and fears regarding the situation. I begin to think of a way out maybe I'd have to blast or kill all the people in the front or something. And the people in front of me began to clear and make way. Someone told them to leave and I was so glad.

Something happens as I reach the cashier.

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Notes:

Didn't really do much DJ but recalled a little Just replayed the dreams in my head a couple of times.

I really couldn't tell that the AP/Wild dream was a dream. The sensations and vibrations were exactly the same. I did wonder in the middle, and felt like maybe something was a bit off. I do think it was a good practice regardless.

It's also interesting to think about how many AP like experiences could just be FA or dreams.

I see Carl Gustav Jung. He is very tall and skinny, but his head is that of Jung. I become lucid and get in his face and say, "Tell me something!" He stares at me. I repeat, "Tell me something!" So he speaks to me in the second-person number. I wake up but am too lazy to write down his analysis and by morning (several sleep cycles later) have forgotten what he said.

Work dream

Working with C, not THAT one but a girl who moved to greece. In this dream she is trying to hook me up with a girl. I say the girl is not single and C looks disappointed and unhappy for me.

okay

Dream of running into C,(yes that one). In this dream I was going in my house and she was close by. she managed a weak smile, but she looked really rough, like cracked out or something.

Jamie dreams

*sigh* In one dream she is in a car with my brother and i am in the backseat, feels like i suddenly don't belong on the same level as her... another dream where she is unhappy and not talking to me.

honestly, I'm just the same as I always am. Still don't know what the problem is here.

I am with Melissa, in her room. It seems like it is night time, though not super late - probably a little after everyone’s started to go to bed. I hear what sounds like her dad getting home and coming into the house. Inside now, I hear him calling for me specifically. I’m a little taken aback at him calling me directly, and I look to Melissa. She shakes her head no. I think we’re both undressed, probably post-coital. I decide to go out anyway, putting on a shirt and pajama pants. I don’t think I’ve put underwear on, and I look down to see if there’s a noticeable bulge. I go out to the kitchen or the hallway right before it. He has brought back chocolate and wants me to try it. The ‘chocolate’ looks like a plate of rice and beans, and if it’s really chocolate it looks pretty convincing. I try it and can’t tell which it tastes like. As I raise a spoonful to my mouth, I see something on my hand catch Carlos’s attention. He asks if I had a bloody nose. Using this perfect excuse, I say yes, I must’ve missed a spot cleaning up after it.




I’m in the backseat of a taxi with Melissa, Brittney, and Katie. on the back of the seats there is a screen for gambling, along with buttons to press and a place to insert money. I watch Katie try it and lose $20 right away. For some reason, I try it out too. At first, I think I’ve lost $20 also, but then I see I have a $60 payout. I take the money, but then Brittney starts using some of it to play. I think she loses some of it. I’m kind of irritated, but I still come out with more than I started with. I think the taxi has been in some drive through this whole time?

I am at work with Laynie. It looks mostly the same, but slightly different, like there might be a different floor plan. We’ve got someone stealing in Sephora. Zooming in, I see she has shorter, dark hair and a striped shirt (red and white, small stripes). She is pretty made up and actually looks like she’d be nice, which we comment about. Laynie and I decide that I’ll go out on the floor while she watches on video so we can be ready in case she leaves quickly. I tell Laynie I’ll be by dresses so I can be by both doors she’s likely to go out. I wander the floor a bit, trying to keep an eye in Sephora. I can’t find her, so I think she may be at the counter, paying for one thing so it doesn’t look like she’s stealing. At times, I end up close to Sephora, so I try to keep my radio hidden, stay against walls, and stay behind racks of clothes. I also pass two different security guards. I wonder if they know who I am or if they’re thinking it’s odd that I’m a guy walking through these racks of clothes. I now go out a door (I’m referring to it as Door 5 in my head, a door we don’t really have. It’s about where Door 4 is, though there’s also Door 4 here). Laynie now informs me the girl is heading for this door. I wait, but she never shows up and I never hear from Laynie. I take out my phone to just call Laynie, thinking it might help if I’m on my phone while stopping her (like Charmi said). Laynie finally answers, casually telling me that the girl went out a different door instead. A little confused at why she didn’t bother to tell me, I head back.

Somewhere deep in the desert in a small camp of 19 men under the ridge of red rock..



The sun is burning and not moving, on the top of the ridge an unfamiliar rider appeared. "Soldiers!" He screamed and in few seconds we saw silhouettes of another hundred riders of cavalry on the edge of the hill. I pulled out my repeating rifle with an old scope and aimed for the officers, got four of them down. They shot at us and then the whole cavalry rode down the hill. Few of our man who also had horses confronted their first lines to give us enough time to escape. I jumped on my horse and left the battlefield in a fast pace finding myself alone in desert after a while.

I wander thru barren sandbanks. I see a small wooden house in the middle of nothing. When I got inside there was this weapon looking more like a rolled carpet. I hear shouting from outside and when I get out of the house I see a group of mongols on horses heading my direction. I again jump on the horse galloping away. This gun has a rope on it with two knocks that I pulled and released. I turned that against them and shot them all down in last second. There were Arabs watching me from a distance, they were camping among the old ruins. They came to me and invited me to join them. There was a beautiful woman with them, we talked for a while and I fell in love with her. I remember only her name. At night we all sat around a fire and she dissappeared in the dark between two sand pillars of the ruin. The chief of Arabs, her father said that they are heading to Iran for his daughter to marry Prince of Iran.

When everyone went to sleep I jumped on my horse and quietly got inside the ruin and there she stood. „Let´s escape together to Europe.“ I said, she really wanted to but had to stay, because of the importance of the marriage.

I only remember that I was rescuing this princess somewhere else and taking her to safety, then I woke up again and went back to sleep.. I am at the beggining of the dream, the cavalery is riding down the hill but this time I don´t run because I knew these guys were responsible for her imprisonment. I killed their commanders and the last one didn´t die even after two shots and shot back at me. I believe I dodged the shot.. I am lying down, but cannot move I have a sleep paralysis in a dream.

In reality I googled her name and it is real persian feminine name but I have never heard it before.. also the picture attached.. it is from persian desert and looks almost identical.. do you have any experience with such a „glitch“?

Lmk and have great dreams

H.