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    1. Saturday, June 23

      by , 08-15-2018 at 07:22 PM
      Makayla is sitting in some open type area that seems like a pier. It is a bench type seat that seems to be right above some shallow water. The water extends a ways under the covering. It is fairly dim. By her is a large case of beer that has different slots for the different types. I think it has cans and bottles. She is opening a stout bottle and pouring it into a glass. I try it and tell her it is too cold and needs to be warmer. Surprisingly, she agrees with this. I want to have my own, so I open and pour a bottle, but it is the wrong color - a hazy orangey yellow. I see that this is some IPA with a blue label with a fish on it. It is good though, and I am still going to finish it. Later? I am looking for Makayla. I walk down to a row of houses from which I can see the ocean right behind. I am going to go between two houses, but see that it is still pretty much their yard and that there are some people out. I end up seeing Makayla through the screen window of a brown RV that is also close to the ocean. I look up to the window above me and talk to her a bit.



      Melissa has on a floral dress and apparently nothing on under it. She has crawled onto me with a certain degree of fervor and is riding me ‘in reverse’. It’s a very nice moment. The Grateful Dead is on in the background; they’re playing an early (1974) They Love Each Other. After a few lines, he stops singing while the music continues, as if he has forgotten lyrics. I think I was the one singing and couldn’t remember any further?
    2. Friday, June 22

      by , 08-15-2018 at 07:19 PM
      I am outside and entering some building. I pass a group of three who are sitting on the ground, appearing to be homeless or otherwise in search of some assistance. Their handcrafted signs held proclaim this, though they do have a van, albeit a fairly broken down looking one. The van is scattered with random things, mostly necessities. They ask me for something specific - shoes? I sort of mumble something about thinking about it and slowly sneak away. When I enter this building - a house? - though, something resonates with me, and I want to help them out, so I start going through the clothes in this room. I gather some shoes, small pink gloves, very small underwear (mine from when I was a kid?), and some other small articles. Gathered up in my arms, I return to the three. When they see me, their faces fill with equal parts shock and gratitude. I sit with them, and they express it. I want to know their story, and we end up talking. It becomes mostly them (a girl and two boys?) asking about my life. They ask what I do for work, and I tell them I work at a preschool 9-6 Monday through Friday. We start talking about hiking, presumably because of the shoes, and they ask the longest hike I’ve ever done. Remembering it, I tell them the longest hike I’ve ever done was probably Half Dome.



      I am in what seems to be an extremely large tap house [As I write this, I remember how Jon described a cave by the ocean as like a cathedral last night. This is the same feeling I am getting of this place]. The space is so open and almost stale (kind of like Maui Brewing Co). Everything is grey and angular and sleek. I approach the tall counter and crane my neck far back to read the giant board of options. Despite the plethora, I don’t see the type I am looking for. Dad is here too. I end up getting a very tiny replica of the Washington Monument (I think I was thinking of the Eiffel Tower at first, but recalling it now, it was definitely solid, with the prism shaped top). I get a saltwater solution to rinse it off with? and do so. It almost looks like we are outside, or like this side of the building slowly blends into the outside. It is dark out and tropical.
      Tags: beer, hiking, homeless, van
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    3. Thursday, June 21

      by , 08-15-2018 at 07:17 PM
      I am at Melissa’s house. Outside, the front of it looks the same or at least has the same layout, but the inside is different. Her mom is here with us too, and I think we are helping her with something. We go into a small room/pantry to put something away. I either lift Melissa up or she lifts herself up, but she sits up on something so she is a little higher up than me. She is completely nude, and I start kissing down her body. I start at her belly and go as low as I can with her legs being together. I make it down to the patch of slight stubble. I think we are going to go back out now, and I am cognizant of how much time we have spent in here for just putting something away.
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    4. Insanely trippy

      by , 08-15-2018 at 05:49 PM (Just Another Dream Journal)
      A whole lot f snippets from my last 2 hour stretch of sleep.

      Men were running around a town, looking for deer to have sex with. A man found one dead and was disappointed. I was a disembodied watcher and I wondered “does it really matter?”

      A woman did something to a tiny pond beside a trailer. Branches grew and grew then spelled out the word “Carrot” [thanks CSI] then the branches went inside the trailer. The woman was excited and in bed. She pulled back the covers for the branches to join her.

      I was disembodied but landscaping or terraforming a great stretch of land. It was in a checkered pattern of crimson and dark green. Someone was disappointed, saying I ruined their work (I think the person was my DIL)
      I recall a giant T-Rex in the distance. He was wearing a sunflower umbrella over his head.

      There was a battle and bombs were thrown at little flying beasts and something else. I was with 2 or 3 others and we were trying to get to chests which held health potions and weapons. But we kept getting froze in place by some monsters attacks.

      I took some people to a house. There was extensive damage and they worried about wood rot. I opened one cabinet and found a small box inside. I opened it and found a note “Zhaylin. It’s so nice you came back to us.”
      [Huh. I’ve never been Zhaylin in dreams before.]

      That last dream was part of a whole complex story which I remember very little of. There was a great multitude of kittens in the streets. Some were sickly, some healthy. My daughter Miley was driving us out of the cursed town in an 18-wheeler and I cried and begged her to watch out for the kittens. I think there were also puppies.
      Words were written into the mud of the town. They were dire warnings of one sort or another.
      There were bodies of people and I character hopped a great deal.

      A family was being attacked by its own members. A little girl was thrown off a boat and suspended in a bubble of water with her hand outstretched, begging for rescue.

      Another snippet was being in a store, running, hiding. We found someone who also needed help but we were at odds until a common enemy was heard in an aisle. We wore hats, bowed our heads and had an impromptu religious service of song, prayer, joined hands. It was tomdisguise our identities [thank you Castle Rock]. One person was kicked in the shins when he got too carried away.

      The man was the father of one of the people. He followed someone into a restroom and said something along the lines of he never thought he’d see is son in a dress and wig, but he’d still recognize him anywhere. He inquired of his wife and daughter who went missing with the son.

      That’s all I got...

      **EDIT**
      Oh yeah. In the terraforming bit, I also removed a section of land which I noticed diverted some water. I wore a very long sash of sod, so I took it off and tried to repair what I ruined. There were animals playing around me. I worried they would fall off the cliffs but I was also a little scared of the animals. I cants really remember what they were though.

      And at some other point, I dreamed of my p-doc. I was acting loopy and talking about all these miracle drugs and foods and he was trying to talk sense into me.

      Now, that is it, I honk lol

      Updated 08-15-2018 at 05:54 PM by 23745

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    5. Terrifying sea creature, almost got raped again, battle royal

      by , 08-15-2018 at 03:27 PM (Exterminate)
      Alright I have had enough of these dreams where I almost get molested by creepy dudes. Is it a subconscious fear I have now? I wonder where the hell it came from because I want it gone.

      I was on a lake/ocean in a boat/vehicle. A family member was with me, but then they left for some reason. They said they'd be back soon, but as I was waiting I heard a very disturbing sound beneath me. It sounded like the growl of a large and ancient beast. It sounded similar to this one, with the reverberating breathing. It was loud and made me scared to my core. Anyway, just after I heard the sound the car bumped up a bit. And again it happened. Suddenly the vehicle capsizes. I had opened the window a bit earlier to try to see what had made that noise, but now that I was capsizing I tried to roll the window up but I didn't have enough time. I saw the water coming closer and I took a deep breath. I then fell into the water and dove as far as I could to try to avoid the beast from below. I was not fast enough, and it bit off my leg at the knee. It then circled back and swallowed the rest of me whole. I tried to grab hold of it's mouth just before it swallowed me just so I could know what it was that killed me. It had a long pointed snout and reminded me of a shark. I woke up likely in sleep paralysis. My whole body felt constricted and I thought I was actually dead for a second.

      There was more to this one, but basically me and brother were in the middle of nowhere with a semitruck. There was just desert all around. While he wasn't looking I threw gas on everything and then lit the truck and ran for my life. The thing went off like a nuclear bomb. I expected the mushroom cloud and the heat and stuff, but didn't anticipate the flying debris. I just kept running to avoid being chunked down by the flying pieces. It was truly a sight to behold.

      My brother driving me through a town I didn't recognize. It was a large city and reminded me of Vegas. It was at night and I saw several fireworks displays going off. As we drove down some winding highways at a decent speed I took in the sights of the various light shows and suddenly my brother tells me to hold on to something. I look forward at the road and it has a large gap with the street continuing after a few feet. We keep our speed and fall right through the hole and find ourselves doing some weird roller coaster of a track designed just for this. It takes the speed and weight of the vehicle and as long as you keep the pedal to the metal, then you will complete the track without injury. This thing was wild. It had loop-de-loops, jumps, falls, the works. I saw a smaller car that failed the loop and ended upside down and crashing to the ground. I felt very scared that our car may end up the same. I got mad at Kris for taking me here, and he said he brings many people here and that it is one of the best attractions in town.

      I was playing a battle royal sort of game, with gameplay like fistful of frags (Played the game for hours yesterday). Each game was 100 players. There were several weapons you could use and they were all pretty good. It was so satisfying getting 6+ kills in a row. I was able to escape large groups of people by floating above. I remembered this technique from my past as I could hold my breath and it allows me to fly higher. The group of 5 said I was cheating because they only had melee weapons and couldn't reach me. I said they were cheating for being in such a large group, and that there was no way I could beat all of them when they're grouped like that. I played a few rounds of this. Out of maybe 4 rounds I came in first twice. I recall the last time I played it the remaining 2 enemies besides me were Conan O'Brian and Stephen Colbert. Conan was weaponless and wasn't actually playing. I managed to get Stephen Colbert, but it wasn't easy. I had to attack his head and he kept using a hood to conceal where I could attack. I eventually pinned him to the ground and sliced open his neck. Brutal.

      I was at a hotel trying to mind my own business but the people behind and in front of me pressed so close against me they forced me to follow them. I wanted to just leave them alone, but it seemed they were doing this on purpose. I noted the guy behind me was wearing skin tight latex. Not the black kind, but it was red and white. They got me to a floor with nobody around and a guy tried to pull a gun on me while the latex guy advanced toward me and tried to sexually assault me. I fended them off and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. As I rounded a clearing the guy was rounding the clearing in the stairs just below. This continued for 2-3 floors until I stopped and waited for him to catch up. Just as he was about to come into view I swung around the corner and knocked him down the stairs and kept running until the dream ended.
    6. River Bank Treasure Hunt

      by , 08-15-2018 at 10:25 AM
      Morning of August 15, 2018. Wednesday.

      Reading time: 4 min 48 sec. Readability score: 64.



      My dream begins with a non-lucid focus on “searching while sleeping,” which stems from the subliminal choice to appease the preconscious (which does not dominate this dream at any point, only several mutable precursors) in the mode of infra-awareness and infra-mediation (vivified dream self presence and dream creation and control without awareness of being in the dream state). My dream’s template and progression have occurred many times since early childhood, and its essence is established and familiar. The purpose of the dream self is to find its way back to conscious identity for reunification and waking life temporality (sense of time and viable physicality) while investigating the enigmatic dynamics and artifacts of sleep (which digging is a metaphor for).

      In the first act, I am aware of others looking for small gold nuggets on a river bank (yellow or gold is a deliberate emerging consciousness precursor, first used in early childhood to establish dream self augmentation), though the water induction factor (the most common dream state initialization, at least once per sleep cycle for over 50 years) is not residual. (The river is understood to be there, but I never see it. I am mostly faced away from it throughout my dream.) Over time, by digging in the soft dirt with my hands, I find what I think might be small pieces of gold, but the others claim that there is no gold where I am looking. The area I am digging in in a later scene is like the face of an embankment, a virtual cabinet of dirt. I find some big oblong crystals, including matte yellow, transparent blue, and colorless transparent - implied to be silver, but they tell me it is not gold and is probably without monetary value. I consider keeping them because of how beautiful they are, but the next act begins. (While yellow is typically supra-awareness of the dream self, correlating with viable lucidity or emerging consciousness, blue is with infra-awareness, linked with non-lucid dream control and trust in the transpersonal interconsciousness. See, for example, “Prominent Role of Blue Light and the Brainstem.”)

      I am now digging down into an area where I soon reach what seems to be the surface of a floor (even though I am still on the river bank), only about three feet down. I uncover a swag. I perceive it as belonging to one of the inmates of the prison that has been underground for many years. I open the cloth bundle to find several items. One item is a 15 cm ruler of thin metal and a central open area to each edge. There are a few small engravings on it, one featuring two soldiers walking. The number 1086 appears near one corner. I first think that might be the year it was produced but then consider it could not be. I am somewhat annoyed that what I am finding is probably from the 1940s or later. One of the unknown men, sitting on the riverbank, says he will give me $20.00 for it. I accept his offer.

      Next, I find an unusual long panel with three celebrity images. One of them is Ella Fitzgerald. Another is Mama Cass Elliot. The third is Frankie Laine. I tell one of the men that the year seems to be 1968. He says, “I’ll give you $7.00 for it.” I consider that is lower than I expected but I accept it. (My dream self does not perceive this obvious dream state indicator. All three of these people sang a song called “Dream a Little Dream of Me,” the 1968 version from the year Zsuzsanna was born being Mama Cass Elliot’s. Zsuzsanna used “ma” today on Facebook in wishing our oldest daughter a happy birthday.) I continue to dig. At one point, I use a thin sheet of metal to dig what now seems like compact beach sand. It is difficult. The scene changes again and digging becomes easier.

      Next, the preconscious precursor is female. I dig up several convict bodies from when the burying of the prison occurred. She seems perplexed and goes to get the authorities upon this discovery. (This is not logical, because the area’s contents are already known.) However, the bodies are of miniature people, the size of large dolls, not more than two feet in height. (The “corpses” are also dream state indicators, reactive representation of taking the self out of deeper sleep, which a doll also represents, autosymbolism for the body being inactive in sleep. This metaphorical process, in the same dreaming stage in relationship to ultradian rhythm, has occurred thousands of times in dreams since early childhood.)

      In the next stage, I find many more items, some of which I sell. There are now many people, members of the public, sitting along the river bank. I am soon looking at two large stacks of magazines. They seem to be Mad Magazines but are erroneously from Warren Publishing. Even though I have had, at one time or another, every Mad Magazine and Warren publication from 1969 to 1979, I consider that many of the issues are unfamiliar. An unknown man shares my cheerful interest in the find. They do not show any damage by being in the ground so long. The man cheerfully comments “1979” when we are discussing the magazine he is reading. I am in the emerging consciousness stage. Finding books or magazines in a dream (sometimes buried as here) reflects my subliminal desire to be awake to be able to read coherently. It is another factor that has occurred in dreams thousands of times since early childhood, though its original purpose was to remain in a dream with conscious awareness to intentionally read “dream books.”

      Dream state indicators reach the first level. (Infra-modulation is now a factor.) The next item found is an actual bed, an old mattress that had belonged to a prisoner. There is a cylindrical hole in the center of the mattress. The man from the previous segment and I joke about how the prisoner had used it to satisfy his desire to be with a woman.

      I dig some more and find a small plastic ride-on toy that seems to be a futuristic motorcycle of mainly blue. (This is the vestibular system correlation stage. The illusory physicality is a projection to establish conscious self initiation. It is the same service as a flight symbol in thousands of other dreams.)

      Now, as I look around, my dream reaches the indoors-outdoors amalgam stage. Even though I am on a river bank, I am also in a house with a wooden floor. There are many compartmentalized shelves (square sections), opposite the river, in a large area with wooden blocks for children in each shelf compartment. (It stems from an association with both the cell blocks of prisons and cellular biology and “building blocks” of life, the same associations having occurred in my teenage dreams. I always thought this dream state glitch was a bit odd and hard to block even in supra-awareness, no pun intended.) It all seems to be mine to sell now, though I remain somewhat puzzled at this stage (enigma space stage). Many people start making offers, and I slowly wake.


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    7. Noctemocity 14

      by , 08-15-2018 at 06:16 AM (Noctemocity)
      Aug 14

      53/ Learned a new language in sets of five words at a time. I learned rapidly.

      54/ Dexter Morgan shaved his head and got on a plane to Africa to escape his life. But he was not escaping. The pilot and co pilot of the plane looked just like Dexter. Twins? Worse. Clones that were each twice as evil.

      55/ Childhood home, it was unusually clean and empty. I was alone. Isolated but not lonely... nor was I happy about my alone-ness. I listened to music and stared out the back window. 3 squirrels in the tree outside disrupted my peace. I chased them away by squirting them with a water hose. I then regretted it, because I realized I was alone again. I didn't mind it but I didn't like it either.
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    8. Noctemocity 13

      by , 08-14-2018 at 04:45 PM (Noctemocity)
      Aug 13

      50/ In an overcrowded classroom couldn’t stand up. My lower half had just called it quits. I tired of struggling to stand so floated up and over my classmates instead. I floated out of the classroom and through the halls. People hardly ever look upward.

      51/ In a well groomed, hilly landscape dotted with trees. A shallow pond is at its center. Kids play, one kid is alone and I scooped him or her up to carry back to shore. The water, just past ankle deep, was full of hundreds of snakes, belly up. There were also hundreds of giant red centepedes swimming underwater. I realize then that the pond is moving. It slowly drains and shows up in an a neighborning valley. It keeps doing this until it drains into a lake. The kids falls into the lake and I have to save him/her. I try to find the parents.

      52/ My cousin, who just renewed her wedding vows, split with her husband.
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    9. Noctemocity 11 & 12

      by , 08-14-2018 at 04:38 PM (Noctemocity)
      Aug 11th

      Didn’t write down my dreams at night. Lost them.



      Aug 12th

      46/ Was in court, instructed how to behave. There was something about candies with tracking devices inside.

      47/ On a bus/plane that stopped in a park full Buddhists in mid-ceremony. The vehicle disrupted it, almost run over some people. Got off the vehicle, I forgot my celery. Went back on to get it and saw another forgotten celery in the seat behind. I tried to find its owner. No one claimed it so I gave it to the Buddhists and started home.

      48/ Highlander tv series was rebooting & held auditions. We watched a pilot for the new series, which had become an incredibly cheesy superhero/shapeshifter action show. I didn't want any part of it.

      49/ Back at the MH I grew up in as a kid. It had two second story balconies, the normal one in the front and a new one where my bedroom was. So that's how the aliens got into my room?
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    10. Noctemocity 10

      by , 08-14-2018 at 04:32 PM (Noctemocity)
      August 10th

      41/ In an overly crowded mall and cafeteria. Was very hungry but the cafeteria and stores had no decent food for me to eat.

      42/ Was on a safari we came to three doors sitting in a field. All doors lead to a colorful, wild place. We were suddenly in a city. Chaos erupted. Three weird things, a dance recital continuing in the midst of the panic, a piano game that people risked death to stop and play, and a lifesized fine china weeping butler who was alive and didn’t want to die. I found SG and we left to find the three doors.

      43/ Explored a serene country scene, a lazy creek, weeping willows. We came to a stretch of land stripped of trees, grass, and topsoil. Men erected a fence. They were to build a factory. This angered me so I argued to delay them.

      44/ Wandered a destitute city. Explored the side streets to see what odd shops I could find.

      45/ Nephew played outside in a garden, came to me cying about a wasp on his finger. I told him to just flick it off. He did. The wasp landed on the ground and exploded into a small pile of honey bees that dispersed and flew away.

      Fragment
      A toilet was disgustingly clogged up, as was my left nostril.
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    11. Multi-Night scifi adventure.

      by , 08-14-2018 at 04:04 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I dreamed I met some old friends in a parking lot at the Target near my town. We talked briefly about Toys-R-Us going out of business.

      ...

      I had been given a large tin of Yu-Gi-Oh cards for my birthday. I remember they came disorganized inside the tin in booster packs. The scene became like one of those youtube style unboxing/pack opening videos where I was opening the cards and looking through them talking about each one and my feelings on it and how it was useful in the metagame. I recall finding a card that looked like a blue-eyes-white dragon but looking at the stats of the card and it was called simply "Dragon" and had lower power stats and being somewhat disappointed.

      ...

      Several dreams from the past few nights following a somewhat consistent story line. The first one had to do with my old friend J. We were playing Halo (or something very similar) in a Mesh format. J's character had red and gold armor and mine had black armor and these V-shaped visors running down his helmet. We were fighting to control a dark and foggy room (OTD, not any map from the game, at least that I could remember) full of debris and dead enemies. Other players would continuously spawn and run into the room trying to attack us. They were a challenge, but not too much for us working together.

      Manei appeared into the dream. Her character had tawny brown armor and a bright green/cyan blue helmet visor. She helped us fight as the enemies got more skilled, numerous and coordinated. As we continued fighting, J asked who this was and what she was doing. I started explaining the concept of dream guides and lucid dreaming to him, but he didn't understand it. Neither did I grasp the concept that I was dreaming.


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      The dream would continue later on. On one of the following nights, I would find out that that scene was a critical mission I had undertaken to retrive some data from the enemy base and then wait for extraction and then wait for someone to extract me. I was at the secret resistance base on a desert planet. It somewhat reminded me of Mos Eisely save for the whole city was a military and logistics center with ships coming and going and people and machinery moving around ordinance and repairing vehicles.

      A large ship shadowed over the two suns. It looked like the UNSC Infinity from the Halo games and was being escorted by some X-wings and Y-wings. Some of them landed near me and the pilots started getting out. For some reason all of the pilots had their hair dyed bright green and styled in Afros or ridiculously tall Flat-Tops. One of the pilots looked like Kanan from Star Wars Rebels and had the craziest hair, apparently he was the leader of the squadron.

      Marcus (in robot ball thingy form) flew down from the ship and came to speak to me. He said that this was the flagship of our fleet that had come back from getting repairs at a hidden shipyard and we were ready to launch a major attack against the evil empire. A shuttle came down to pick me up and lifted me into the hangar of the Infinity. The ship flew into orbit and met up with some other ships. Some ships were just sort of random but the dream seemed to be pulling from a variety of science fiction franchises. Specifically one ship was (or strongly resembled) the Asari dreadnought from the mass effect series.


      ...

      I was called upon to lead one of the attacks in our new campaign with the flagship. The attack plan called for me to take a lone fighter to an enemy shipyard and disable the harbor guns so the fleet could attack and hopefully capture some of the ships the enemy was building. The enemy shipyard was a huge structure tens of kilometers long built out of a large asteroid. It was comprised of platforms and structures haphazardly added over time and it had a black and red color scheme. I started flying around the structure with my fighter. Security troopers in space suits came out and tried firing on my fighter but they were easy to shoot down.

      The big guns turned out to be heavily armored and couldn't be damaged by my fighter's weapons and I eventually managed to fire some missiles into the mechanisms controlling the rotation of the large guns on the station which locked their orientation. I then informed Marcus that the guns were unable to move and he could jump his fleet in and start the attack so long as he stayed out of their positions. I started to flee as the station came under heavy fire from the allied ships.


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      Two of my original characters were fighting in the hallway of my old high school. One had a large sword and the other had zero friction states. The one with the sword used a future-predicting ability to determine if he could win the fight and he was told that out of 4 million possibilities he could only lose 13 of them. Then his sword got stuck in the zero friction skates, and the character with the sword was informed that this was one of the 13 possibilities where he lost and that it was just bad luck.

      Both characters wound up killing each other at the same time. Both of their dead bodies turned into dust and then reassembled fully healed. The character with he sword turned out to be the winner because of a random quantum event that had made an extremely likely possibility that the other character could have won possible and in theory he should have won because he had secured more possible avenues of victory.


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      I bought an apartment in a location similar to my grandmother's old apartment. I headed inside to see what my new digs were like to find the layout similar to her apartment, only where the bedroom was there was a stairwell that wasn't there IRL. I followed it downstairs (into what would have been the basement) which contained a library and a large living room with a small bathroom off to the side and another set of stairs which led further down. These led through a locked door (like an exterior door to a house) which let out in an underground street with shops along both sides.

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      I was with my mother sitting outside the grocery store in my town. The parking lot had been replaced with a large shallow pond full of Koi fish. Our cats were swimming through the water attempting to catch the Koi while my mother and I talked, laughed at the antics with our wet cats and ate snacks from a bag of groceries we had bought.

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      Something to do with witnessing a solar eclipse from a park near my neighborhood during the wintertime. The sun was in the southern portion of the sky rather than the east or west and the moon was many times bigger than the sun. The strange thing that I remember was that the moon moved in front of the sun and then stopped briefly, then continued moving; far faster than the moon would normally move.
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    12. 2 lucids, but no control

      by , 08-14-2018 at 02:15 PM (Exterminate)
      I remember bits of a dream where I was exploring a multiplayer pvp map of a game I don't recognize. I went to the top floor of the building and snuck into a secret area through some vents. It had a greater purpose in singleplayer mode, but in multiplayer it didn't do much. I found myself in an office with a computer and a doomsday laser. I was trying to reach around to the computer but when I touched the floor alarms sounded. I hid and waited for the guards to show up. After a bit only 1 guy came in, and he seemed to be the evil boss you'd normally encounter when playing this. He didn't see me. He went to his computer and readied the laser. Evidently this laser would have the power to level buildings and he was ready to use it against me. I found myself with a rocket launcher. I pointed it at a router and walked through the plan in my head. First I'd shoot the router to stop any wireless activity, then I'd shoot the computer tower, and then the laser.

      Now the next two dreams may be mixed a bit. They were similar dreams and I had them one after the other.

      I woke up at 5am to my alarm and attempted FILD to no success. I rolled over and played around with my imagination. I couldn't see anything, but I imagined I was holding onto a balloon. As the balloon rose and flew in the wind, so did I. Before I knew it I was in a dream with the balloon above. I then got on top of the balloon and used it to fly circles around the area I was in. After a moment I realized I actually had transitioned into a dream, so I checked my palms and found they had detail. I looked around at the area and saw I was in a neighborhood with many trees. I descended down to the nearest house I could find and willed the inside to look like my dream hub. I walked inside, turned to my right to enter the living room/main area of the hub. I was disappointed with what I saw. Instead of what should have been I only saw one sad looking chair, a flimsy desk, and a few scattered items I didn't pay much attention to. I walked through the living room and into what would be a dining room in the original location. I found myself in the living room of my current house instead. I then decided I would spawn in my DG. I started talking to her. "Sarah, I know you're behind me. I am going to turn around and you'll be with me." I turned around...and she wasn't there.
      I then went back through the pitiful living room and went upstairs hoping to see the upstairs from my old house that the dream hub is based on. I turned the corner and just saw the current house's second floor. I went to my room and checked my computer out of curiosity. I could read it, but it was all dark with . It looked almost like an inverted effect. I quickly gave up on that and went back downstairs and outside.
      I woke up due to frustration with my dream control.

      I turned over and went back to sleep. My breathing rate was far too high to be relaxed so I had to pace myself and remind myself I'm dreaming every couple of moments until I fell back sleep.
      I was in the dream hub again, but it still didn't appear correctly. I again went outside to try some other things. I told myself "This is a dream. This is MY dream. I am in control. I can do whatever I want." After being unable to conjure fire from my fingers I then tried doing things that would be easier to accomplish that I could build upon to give myself control. I broke my finger backwards and felt it a bit but was able to quickly subdue the pain. I used that to tell myself the dream wasn't real and that I was in control. I was about to try some other measure of dream control until two ladies drive up to the house in separate cars. One car looked like a classic jaguar and the other a classic corvette. Both women were stunning and enticing. The corvette woman was very blunt that it was their mission to capture me and take me to their company. I declined the offer. She then took off and left. The other woman told me seductively that she knew what I really wanted. She told me to hop into her car and she'd take me somewhere special. I stupidly went along with it. As we arrived at our destination I asked if she knew how to talk to my subconscious. I had some questions I really wanted to ask of my inner self. She looked at me like I was crazy. She had no clue what I was talking about. She then took my into the building and I quickly realized I had been duped. I let my instincts take over and got myself trapped at this institute that they had intended to take me to before. I had enough of the situation and woke up later due to my 7am alarm.

      So for the record the dream hub is still in the planning phase at this stage. I have been thinking of the idea for a year or two. I know what it should look like. I originally intended it to be a wonderland for a tulpa I was working on. Her name was Sarah. I'd still kind of like to succeed with tulpamancy, but it requires so much work. I have tried with tulpamancy for almost as long as I have with lucid dreaming and haven't had much success. I have had seasons of giving up tulpamancy altogether and other seasons of trying real hard to accomplish my goals. I think my main roadblock is that I want to dig straight into the most difficult parts at the start and am disheartened when I don't see results. I want to see a visually imposed tulpa and psychically hear her. I don't trust my mindvoice. It isn't very loud to begin with so a voice in my head wouldn't be much different as far as I know. Anyway, the wonderland started as just the living room in my old house. The living room had a fireplace and was connected to the dining room of the house. The living room was accessible straight from the front entrance. You would walk in and see stairs to the left going to the second floor. In front would be a mirror on a door that lead down a hallway that had the door to the basement. If you kept walking you'd find yourself in the kitchen.
      If you went right from the front entrance you'd see the living room. I picture that in the far right end you'd see a large corner couch with an old T.V standing in front of it. If you can picture a television like this one from fallout, but the monitor is on a simple stand and has speakers on either side of the screen built into it. The screen you see would also be HD. To it's left would be a desk with a mirror for Sarah. To the left of that and in the corner would be a queen size bed. Across the room would be a computer desk with 3 monitors and a VR setup, because I imagine Sarah as a gamer. To it's left would be the fireplace. The fire would be lit and there would be two large red chairs next to each other facing the fireplace with a small table in between that has two fresh hot chocolate mugs ready. As I grew the home from a simple wonderland I pictured the basement as a sort of dream hub. Ideally most dreams I have would take place at this house somewhere. Any time I try teleporting and fail due to not thinking a location fast enough, etc, I'd like to return here. Any time I would cause myself to wake up early I'd like to return here instead.

      The basement would take on an appearance very similar to the one from the old house. You'd go down the stairs, and on your right would be a door with a short staircase that leads to the exit through some large doors, as it used to be a shelter entered via that spot. To the right of that door was a small useless hiding area in case of storm. To the left and across the way would normally be a stack of papers and an old boiler, but in my dreams and as part of the dream hub instead there would be an additional room that would be located here. As you walk through the hallway and into this new room you'd notice it is all white. You stand on a platform with only a void below. There are many doors surrounded my a central console. Central console is just a glowing white orb, kinda like this but not. The doors again are just standard wood with glowing white inside. As I touch the central console I would create a new permanent realm in one of the doorways. I could then just walk through the doorway of my choosing, through a portal into a world of my creation. The world may have specific rules set upon creation. Some places may not have gravity, some may allow murder, etc. For the most part these realms would pause when I leave and start again when I return. If at any time I forget the realms they should have a name above the doorways and the central console can always give me the details on the portal at any time.

      Also as a note the entire house would be located on a cloud. If I wanted to I could just go outside, sit on a porch swing and enjoy the breeze. I could also fly out and through the clouds and see where it takes me.
    13. xxiv.

      by , 08-14-2018 at 11:49 AM
      Non-dream stuff - only a couple of non-lucid fragments, have vague memories of more but can't put them to words.



      Fragment 1:
      Remember being at a rustic village or inner area of a castle with my partner. It was a popular tourist attraction in the dream's context and it was day time.

      We walked a path until we were at a place with shops, and one shop we stopped by was a wine shop. They showed us some special packs we could buy, and for whatever reason we were interested. The wine "bottles" were odd though, because they were the shape of a drinking flask, even though they were still made of glass. They even had paper labels like normal bottles.

      Some of the wines were unusual; one was made from peas. I remember the lady at the counter asking if we wanted other specific ones like "homosexual (something?)" wine. Most of the wines made no sense, even in the dream. We still ended up buying 2 packs of 9 flask bottles each...

      Fragment 2:
      Was playing some sort of old real-time-strategy game. Remember getting annoyed by the fact that some interactions simply didn't work at all like expected.
    14. xxiii.

      by , 08-13-2018 at 11:47 AM
      Non-dream stuff - woke up at around 10:45 and started writing this about half an hour later. Several non-lucid dreams;



      Dream sequence 1:
      I was in a game, but it was a mix of reality and World of Warcraft. I was playing with one of my siblings I think and the area was like a place called Dire Maul (DM) in the game; it is an ancient elven structure or city and the most prominent feature is a Colosseum-like area. "Me" was level 57 and the dream's context was set in the original version of the game where the level limit was 60.

      We were at this place to kill some generic enemies, though in the actual game there would have been ogres here. But where we were at now there were vampires. I remember something about a quest to get infected by vampirism (this started to blend a bit with ES Oblivion) and I did by going into a dark hallway (the halls are very large in DM) and then left the area and went outside.

      I approached an exit to the area and saw a dead Wyvern past the exit archway, and I suddenly felt very wary of danger, and continued approaching this archway, then going through it and looking around carefully. The area on the other side was very open but it was like it hadn't been designed yet by the developers, as there was some jungle but generally it was very bare and flat, which it shouldn't have been. There was a Wyvern master and a Gryphon master, for Horde/Alliance factions respectively. There were some shop stands under a small covered area and they were selling some crafting recipes. They looked cheap and I knew they had limited availability so I bought some.

      Some sort of transition after looking at a preview item which was like a blue t-shirt with white stripes on the collar.

      Dream sequence 2:
      I remember walking down a pavement, alongside a road, sloping down. I was near a palace which I could see through metal fencing. I remember seeing Corinthian pillars with gold leafed tops. I was going to go in through the front, but then remembered I was carrying something for a dinner or party at the palace, so I thought I best use a servant's access lest someone complain at me for not using it. I did not feel like I was a servant, but a guest bringing something to add.

      I found the access further down the road and went in. Someone from the palace was here to greet me but otherwise there was a long queue over some zig-zagging ramp upward. I went past people, as I didn't have to be in this queue, but I noticed there was rubbish on the floor and I suggested to the person that came to greet me that I might pick up the trash and they said "no no don't bother" or something. It did bother me, as I hate seeing litter.

      Then maybe there was some sort of transition but now I could see a big climbing rope ladder thing, made of green plastic. It went up many many stories in height. I'd say somewhere between 6 and 8 and I started climbing it. At the top was a flat segment that then went into a tower thing. I went in there I think.

      Now there were more stairs and some more people from the palace were here to greet me, I remember an old black man with a nice smile. The stairs were not normal, neither was the inside of this tower. Everything was square. The steps were massively wide and made of thin wood, almost like they were made of veneered multi-layer plywood. I remember it was a bit of an effort to climb them and then I reached a final step, there were no more steps but the tower still went up. I looked at one of the people from the palace who was still near the entrance and they did something and suddenly the steps were moving, reorganising themselves into more climbing.

      Dream fragment 3:
      An instant transition, I think.

      Some like a false awakening. It was dark and I was in our real bathroom, though things looked a bit off. I was naked, which matches the way I sleep, but I remember noticing I had two extra genital organs. I was either sitting on the edge of the tub or in it. For some reason I started playing with myself until I reached a climax though I did not feel any real excitement doing any of it, more just curiosity about the extra organs.

      I remember putting on clothes for some reason before leaving the bathroom and then going back into bed.

      There was another dream after this, though I don't remember it anymore because of the time its taken to write all of these... I did do reality checks after I actually woke up while doing regular morning stuff before sitting down to write.



      Some notes:
      • The first dream is very typical and it's the kind of dream where I find it really difficult to notice things as being "odd" because of the context. Everything that's "odd" just feels normal, since it's a game.
      • I'm not really certain what happened with my sibling in that first dream, as I didn't see them again after the first part.
      • I've forgotten a lot of details about the both the first and second dream, but I remember that it was day-time apart from inside some sections in the first dream which were in the large, dark, hallways of DM, which were unlit in the dream.
      • I don't think I've ever had vampires in appear in a dream context before.
      • In the second dream, I think outside was sunny, but the road I walked down initially was covered by tree canopy, though I don't remember seeing the trees.
      • The setting of this second dream was somewhere like my native country, but I'm not sure that I felt I was anywhere specific in the world. The scenes were all dream-generated, anyway.
      • I think what I was carrying was a large object though I honestly don't remember what it was. Maybe a large vegetable like a pumpkin or a giant turnip.
      • The third dream was quite unusual, as I rarely have false awakening dreams and the sexual side of it was unexpected.
      • Additionally, I did have some coffee last night before bed. A very weak coffee, which seems to help me with dreaming, and doesn't really make me not be sleepy anyway. Coffee doesn't generally make me feel "awake" in a way that is opposite to sleepiness, it simply makes me feel somewhat more focused.
    15. Foggy memories...

      by , 08-13-2018 at 12:49 AM (Awake to take in the view...)
      ...are pretty much what has been constituting my dream recall lately. Haven't been lucid in a while. :/ My watch trick stopped working ever since I started using an analog watch, for whatever reason, and I haven't found another reality check that works for me.

      My watch (a G-Shock) actually has a digital component, too, but it's kinda dim and hard to see so maybe that's why it hasn't worked?

      That being said, last night's dream was mildly interesting.

      I was flying with someone else (don't remember who) into a run-down, abandoned building in a city. There was a bat hanging from one of the rafters! And everything was dyed with this strange blue light.

      Cool stuff, even if not lucid!
      Tags: bat, city, flight
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      non-lucid , dream fragment