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I was in my mother's house. We were speaking about many different things... I don't remember about what. But I remember about last theme... We started speaking about God, his benevolence and similar things (My mother is believer in personal and intervening God, I'm believer of impersonal, in our life disinterested god- if there have to be God...). My mother gave me something like book with thick pages(like small children books have) "Here is the book of your sins, I have it directly from the God. The red marks are representing your sins"
There were fixed red marks on the pages of the book... I touched the page and the red marks started to fall down from the book fast. It was like they lost their adhesivity... Only white pages remained in that book of my sins.
Mother told me: "You are trying to cheat! You can do whatever you want, the God knows your sins."
"Whatever... I don't care about the cheating, I only touched it and the marks have fallen alone." I replied. Then I tried to stick the red marks back to the book. It wasn't possible to do it. It was like there is electrostatic charge on them, they couldn't even touch the surface of page. And I said: "See? They don't want to stick on the pages."

Remarks
After some time I had somewhat interesting dream
It is only dream... I don't expect for it to be tied with reality

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1
I've watched the 1st season of Narcos (about Pablo Escobar) in the last 2 weeks and I feel like this dream is related. It's night already and I'm at my mom's place. Something has disturbed me so much in the house that I've decided to take the keys of the car and sleep in the driver's seat. Unlike reality, it's a SUV type of car. I think with a light colour. Instead of reclining the seat, I bend over the passenger's seat or alternatively I put my head on the steering wheel. Even though my eyes are closed, I notice a flash. It's a cop taking pictures to collect evidence, I just know it. Then another one. I start the car and back out of the parking spot really quick, intending to go after the cop.

Still in the same street. I'm now trying to park the car, but it's going miserably. The street is always quiet traffic wise, cause it's a dead end. Now however it's busy and cars zoom by. A couple of times a car pulls into a parking spot before I can. I finally have one, one with a tree standing in the corner on the spot itself. I park, but due to an incline I roll backwards onto the street. No matter how many times I try and no matter how quick i pull the handbrake or step on the brake, no success. Until finally I've decided I have enough, hit them both real quick and park sort of acceptable. I walk over to the flat my mom lives in. Around the front door there's a group of men, all belonging to the same gang/cartel as I sort of reluctantly am a part of. I got dragged into this because my dad is the boss (he's the Escobar in this situation). I feel around and notice that I have my own set of keys, but forgot the other set of keys which holds the carkey. Must have left it in the ignition. I go back to the car. My female classmate Tan just walked around the back of the car and to the left side, where the driver's seat was when I sat in the car. I open the right door and now that's the driver's seat. I pull out the keys and ask her if this is what she was looking for. I ask her in a sort of menacing way. She's the type of person you see in movies who is not a prisoner, but sort of is, cause she's gonna die the moment she decides to leave. I go back to the front door. We stand in front of the elevator with a whole group, waiting. I look at my dad's reflection in the shiny elevator doors. Except.. my dad is me. And I am my child who looks like me. Tan starts talking to save her life. Talking about the things she'll do for my dad. The elevator opens, but it stopped a little too early. The floor of the elevator is higher than that of the ground we're standing on. "That's weird", I think to myself. And all of us squeeze in.

Dream 2
I'm playing cards with 5 other people. We're sitting at 3 small square tables, pushed against each other to form a longer table. We're sitting in 2 rows of 3 people, facing each other. I'm sat in the middle, facing my younger brother. From my perspective, on his right side is princess Beatrix of the Netherlands. To my left is a guy that until recently used to live in this house. We're sitting in the room of one of my housemates, but I'm not sure he's actually present. I can't recall the other 2 people. The princess is having a lot of fun. It feels like she's leading the game, cause we're playing it cause she wanted to. The person to my right and the princess are up. They're supposed to pick cards from the necklace of the princess and see who ends up with the highest total. After that it's my turn and my little brother. Unfair! I have to pick between the enormous amount of necklaces he's wearing. Only a few of them even hold a number. I have no clue which ones, but he does, because unlike the cards which all look the same, his necklaces differ from one another. I pick one without a number. He picks one specifically because he knows it has a high number on it. The guy to my left went downstairs for a moment. Because it's now his turn I go down the stairs to get him, but halfway down the stairs I can hear him come up again, so I go up as well. When he comes back into the room he washes his hands in the sink, as if he just went to the toilet. He then asks for toilet paper.

Dream 3
Yesterday I got the news that after several months of waiting, I'll finally get the hoodie I ordered from my uni in Indonesia. I'm in a room with several former classmates, one of my lecturers from Indonesia, my mom, my aunt and possibly more people. My classmates and I have received a big package from our uni full of stuff, such as a black hoodie with the grey logo on the side of the hood and other merchandise. I'm excited about it. My mom talks me into the hoodie being nicer if I take the hood and sleeves off. Halfway through tearing of the hood by using a tearaway line, I start regretting it. My mom keeps on talking, but at this point she is annoying the hell out of me. My aunt assures me that this can be fixed. I believe I also mess up my earplugs somehow.

My mom and another aunt are shouting at each other, but in between they are laughing with each other. That's a good thing I suppose..? At least they're on speaking terms again.

Dream 4
I'm part of a group. We're on the south part of an island. Some of our members have gone out to explore parts of it yesterday and are still to return. One of them is (or reminds me of) Fiona from Burn Notice. She went to the west part of the island with a horse and has already come back. I think someone also went to the east part. I imagine most of the island being a dried up, semi-desert type of place, like the old west. Our leader is standing in front of the group giving a speech or something alike. One of the members asks why Malfoy hasn't returned yet. Fiona shakes her head at the leader. Not because Malfoy was tragically lost, but because she wants to leave before he returns (though something tells me she might've had something to do with his disappearance). Our leader feels the same way about him and makes up an excuse.

Dream 5
I'm exploring the city with a couple of classmates. This includes hopping on and off the tram. The only classmate I do specifically remember being there is an older balding guy with glasses.

I decided to make a list of all of the dream figures that I have encountered more than once. These guys have always recognized me when I saw them again and vice versa. I intend to update this periodically.

Name: Lavernia Peterson
Species: Human
First Encounter: Two Towers
Last Encounter: pariah
Figure Type: Familiar

I encountered Lavernia in a dream that I had back in 2001 when I was in 2nd grade. She is the operator of some kind of attraction somewhere in the dream realm. The attraction consists of two fairytale towers that are connected by a bridge. I do not remember what the towers were for but I do remember that it was an attraction off of which she made a living. She has four kids so far and no husband that I know of. When I first met her in 2001 she only had three kids at least one daughter (I do not remember the genders of the other kids). I met her again 11 years later in a dream titled Pariah. She was still running her business and we recognized each other immediately. She told me about how she had been. Her children had long since grown up and moved out and she has had one other son who was still living with her, he was around my age (19). She had notably aged and had even seemed to have lost some weight.

Relations:
Four children

Physical Description
She is a middle aged woman who normally dresses in a tank top and kakis. She has light blond hair and has it up in a short pony tale. She is Caucasian and was just a tad on the heavy side but over the course of eleven years she seems to have trimmed down. She was more of a stronger female.

Name: Marquise Spinnerete Mindfang (aka Arenea Serket)
Species: Alternian Troll
First Encounter: Shanghaied
Last Encounter: Night about Town
Figure Type: Familiar (or Boss?)

Mindfang is a Homestuck troll who appeared in the dream Shanghaied. She was a pirate sailor who kidnapped slaves. I was one of the slaves she kidnapped along with the twelve other trolls and several other denizens of unknown species. At one point I believed her to be there under cover. I believed her to be there in an attempt to free the slaves. But I cannot be sure. At this point I am not sure weather she is friendly or boss. I encountered her again in Night About Town she invited me to a house party although I never had a chance to make it. I was hesitant to attend her being a pirate and all.

Pysical Appearance
Really, she appears just as she does in the comic except for he skin color which is grey instead of black.

Name: Stocking Anarchy
Species: Angel
First Encounter: Filial Devotion
Last Encounter: Demons Within
Figure Type: Familiar

Stocking is a fallen angel who first appeared in the Dream Filial Devotion. She mostly made appearences in flashbacks in that dream as her sister Panty Anarchy lamented about how she and her sister were estranged. In these flashbacks it was mostly the sisters in persuite of another angel named vergent a sower of discored who was directly responsible for their situation. I encountered her and her sister on other slightly less memorable dreams. Each time they recognized me. She appearse months later in another dream called Demons Within. In this dream she and Panty had made up. I was helping them hunt down a demon spirit who had been going around and possessing people. Stocking became possessed and was left for dead on the floor an attic. I haven't seen her sense

Physical Appearance
Just like in the Cannon she dresses in heavy Gothic attire. She is Caucasian.

Relations: Panty Anarchy (Sister)
Enemies: Vergent

Name: Merna
Species: Demoness
First Encounter: Darkness
Last Encounter: Cinema Witch
Figure Type: Boss

Merna is a Demon Witch who had managed to take over a portion of the dream realm in a dream titled Darkness. I had the dream when I was in elementary school. Merna had managed to set up her headquarters at the top of the new equipment just a few miles away from what is now Tebequidor Point. When I encountered her I saw her torturing one of her subordinates. A short old man who had failed her in some way. She had the power she shoot rays of darkness at people which appearently caused pain. This is what she was doing to her subordinate. Me and my friends were able to drive her away. I did this by using my watch to activate some lights in the area that Merna had managed to snuff out. I was only able to activate some lights that were a few miles away. They appeared to be coming from the direction of Tebequidor Point. The lights were able to drive her away but I do not think that it was enough to kill her as I saw her again in a later dream years down the road. She remembered me and I was unable to escape her grasp. I do not remember much about that last dream.

Physical Appearance
She has very dark grey skin and wears a black wavey strapless dress. Black steam constantly permeates around her. She has short black hair and wears it in a style reminiscent of the 1920s flapper style. She also wears black armlength gloves.

Name: Backhand Jack
Species: Human/Asshole
First Encounter: Untitled Dream
Last Encounter: Day At The Mall
Figure Type: Hostile

I do not remember the dream when I first encountered Backhand Jack but I do remember this particular dream figure. Jack was a man who would grab me by the shirt and slap me over and over again across the face. I first encountered him when I was nine and again ten years later in a dream called Day At The Mall. He did the same thing, he grabbed me and began to slap me back and forth across the face. The thing is he remembered me and shouted at me for screwing up something. He is my least favorite.

Physical Appearance
He is portly and dresses in a dress shirt and black pants with a black vest. He has a handlebar stash and has hair on the sides with a slight comb over to hide his balled spot. He is older with silver hair.

Relations: None

Name Chauncy
Species: Dog
First Encounter: Street Light
Last Encounter: Car Ride
Figure Type: Siren

Chauncy is a Siren who assumes the form of a dog. Like all other siren's I encounter he starts off docile but shows his true colors after a while and attacks. I first encountered him in Street Light When he came at me all of a sudden on a dark starless night. I encountered him again last year in Car Ride When he had me stuck in my car.

I was packing for a trip with my friends. I packed mostly the things I usually pack e.g. dresses skirt etc. There were a lot of friends but I do not recall any of my Chinese ones. I remember seeing a few acquaintances from Holland that I am not close with anymore (e.g. highschool). I remember I felt odd seeing them. When I was on the way to the airport and went through security I realized that what I packed was not nearly warm enough for the cold weathers in New York. I realized I did not have enough time to go back home and back to the airport so I called my mum to ask her to bring that stuff to me. She said she would send uncle to give the clothes to me. I asked for my pair of black jeans and my burberry trench coat and my black leather jacket. Somehow I still boarded the plane and then came to the sudden realization that I still have not yet gotten my stuff. So I told my friends I would catch a later flight and then I suddenly was at home again. At this point I somehow saw Paul, who was scheduled on a later flight in the night. I was supposed to take the evening one in case I made it. I was in a frenzy trying to find my things. I found everything except for my leather coat. It was not hanging where it used to be. (I was in my room in hongkong). I was worried that I would not catch the evening flight when Paul suddenly was there and told me we could both just take the last one. So after a while I finally found my jacket and Paul already left for the airport. Then I saw Kyle who was wondering why I haven’t left yet and who I was travelling with. I don’t recall what exactly happened but I felt guilty. Back at the airport I stumbled on to Paul again who said that our flight was not on the departure board which was weird. Then I woke up.

I'm beginning to get the hang of this, I think...!

This was a short one, but while I was in the dream, it still felt like I had a sense of time. I think this was the first DILD I've had where I felt like I was actually there, as if I used the WILD technique.

I'm not sure when, but I became lucid for no apparent reason in the dream. There was no obvious trigger that made it happen... But nevertheless, I was with my dad outside a store at night and I remember him leaving me at the store, but then I was hiding and I saw him get out of the truck and walk somewhere. I tried to stay hidden behind a fence as I watched him walk into a house.

This dream was a lot longer than it may seem here, though...

Does anyone have any tips for the DILD technique, other than the really obvious ones?

Became lucid later on in the night when I felt some really strong vibes. I have been planning on calling on the greatest dream buddy on DV Xanous, since I was taking Galantamine for the first time. I was a little apprehended about taking it for the first time, but Xanous did a great job in educating me on how to take it. Well, it worked! I got lucid and I called on Xanous loudly and he appeared (a little blurry, but I knew deep in my heart it was him) with two of his cute little children. He was holding the hands of a little girl and a little boy. He was smiling that gorgeous Xanous smile of his and talking words of wisdom at the same time, but I couldn't remember what he said (damn it!). This was the first time that I was sure that my dream buddy Xanous actually appeared when I called him! Beyond content!

Always humble, always thankful. Love you Xanous!

First dream

I was in school, waiting for classes to begin. There were other classmates waiting too. Some parts of this I seen from different perspectives. I was wearing an ugly gray shirt abd black trousers. A girl from class told me "This ugly shirt looks bad as a part of your image." Everybody started laughing, including myself. I replied "Everythinhg does!"

Second dream

Demons wanted to free an ancient god, to wreac havoc and destruction. To do this they had to take a crown of some wizard-king, and use it's power. I tried to reach it first, running through demon ridden drawbridges. When I finally got it, the ancient god wanted to tell me story of the crown.

Date Not Specified

I was the assistant of a silver haired Samurai man that I will name Jefferson Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki resided in the backrooms of the housekeeping laundry room at Snow Mountain. Now Ryuzaki was an esteemed business man and a single father of twins (one boy and one girl). Unfortunately for Ryuzaki (and everyone else who had the displeasure of knowing them) the twins were less than obedient. In fact, they were complete sociopaths! The girl’s name was Kanne Ryuzaki (a name I give here due to her resemblance to the anime character Kanne from “Inu Yasha”). Kanne had her father’s silver hair and I think she had his eyes. Her hair was down to her ankles, she was quiet and very intelligent. She spend her day inventing torture devices and Rube Goldberg machines that she would use to harm others. I don’t remember much about meeting Kanne but I do remember that she creeped me out. She always wore this pensive look and she spent her day plotting. Her brother, Ronmaru, was not there with her at this time.

I ended up walking down a vast hallway alongside Ryuzaki. The hallway was extremely wide with rows of stone pillars on each side. It was like something of a palace. Ryuzaki was wearing a light blue samurai attire and I think his sheathed sword was visible. Despite his silver hair he was clearly a younger gentlemen (probably early to mid 30s). Ryuzaki and I came upon an open chamber that was probably at least 30 feet across with a very high ceiling. On either side of the chamber was a square hole that led to God knows where. I first examined the hole on the right side. There was a ladder that fed into it from a hole directly above. There was a waterfall that was flowing down the ladder from the hole above to the hole below. Next to the ladder was tour guide who told us that the waterfall was called “Kansas Falls” and that we could ride tubes down it into the hole below. Ryuzaki and I both noted this before continuing on because apparently it was the only way we would get to where we needed to go.

At the other end of the chamber was a road. At this point we were driving though I do not remember getting into a car. In the car Ryuzaki’s stern demeanor began to deteriorate as he began to go on about his children. I believe that he did love them but he did not know what to do with them. He knew as well as I did that they were capable of causing great harm to people and he could do nothing to stop them it seemed. The twins were so disrespectful towards him that it made him very angry. He began to rant about them to the point of raising his voice going so far to admit that he came close to striking his son, Ronmaru. This was very out of character for him.

At some point we turned around and were no longer in a car but back in the chamber. I took a glimpse inside the hole on the other side of the chamber which was filled with black liquid. Inside I saw the face of what appeared to be the adult version of Ronmaru Ryuzaki. He had a very insane looking grin and spoke to me. I do not remember what he said. He began to rise out of the hole revealing that the adult head was actually a growth protruding out of the right eye of thirteen year old Ronmaru. I do not remember what happened before a party suddenly happened at that spot. A formal get together to which the Ryuzakis were invited. Those who attended appeared to be anime characters (like the Ryuzaki family) and everyone was eating cake. The twins were just as pensive and creepy as they always were and here is where I got a good look at both of them. Kanne was definitely the quieter and more cunning of the two. Her MO was to plan in secret use whatever invention she had created to cause pain to people. Kanne wore a long grey sleeveless dress that matched her silver hair. She really did resemble her father unlike her brother. Ronmaru, who no longer had the growth, was dressed in all black wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts with spikey hair. He was the rowdier of the two. He clearly did not possess the same level of intelligence and tact that her sister possessed but he was still quite dangerous. Together those two were capable of hurting a lot of people. Those two were planning something for the people at that party but I never did have the chance to figure out what.

One:

I was tied up on a chair in a large room. In the center was a big steel door on the floor, and there were people in robes standing all around it. They all stood there as the door on the floor slid open and a woman tied to an altar rose out of the hole. Just as that happened, I went lucid. Instead of untying myself, I decided to sit there and let it play out, just to see what kind of story I could play along with.

They left the woman on the altar and started to come at me, so I willed the rope untied and jumped up. They were all super surprised and WTF. An alarm rang and people were running everywhere, and I shot through the window out into the sky. In the sky there were lots of jets and people with jetpacks flying around, and I realized it was some kind of war. People were fighting each other. The guys in the building were the bad guys, so I joined up with the good guys and flew around watching the action. I noticed the building I came from was getting bombed, it was a giant complex, and soon there was a massive hole that took out a whole floor.

As I watched, an older lady flew up next to me, prepared to fight. So I tried to shoot off a Kamehameha, but it just fizzled. God, why can't I ever get DBZ stuff to work? Bleh... well, as soon as I attempted that, she started saying THE WORD, and I knew she was about to fire off her own Kamehameha. Just as it shot out of her hands, I freaked out thinking if I got hit, I would wake up, so I threw my arms forward and desperately tried again, AND IT WORKED. Mine met hers and overpowered it, and I destroyed her.

After that, I willed my clothes to be like the robes the guys in the complex were wearing, and went inside to try to save that woman. It was a lot of fun sneaking around like a spy. I was able to find her, but some other guys saw us and chased after us. We took a detour into a small hallway with a long booth, and sat down on the booth waiting for them to pass. But then I woke up.

Two:

A really strange dream where I was in the car with Cory and we were driving around a roundabout over and over without exiting it. I was holding a mechanical pencil and the shifting car caused me to stab myself in the right upper arm. It hurt like a bitch, and the stick of lead was stuck in me. I grabbed it to pull it out, but it was super long and started freaking me out. Once I pulled it out, I saw there was more in there, and eventually I was squeezing my arm trying to pop the other sticks of lead out. It was pretty freaky.

Three:

Another lucid dream. I was standing out in a grassy field. Off in the distance was the treeline of a forest, and there was a barn. I walked along in the field, kind of amazed at how vivid this dream was. The grass was super super green, and I was barefoot and it felt nice. I kept walking along, not really wanting to do much but enjoy it, because sometimes it's fun to just relax.

As I continued along, I wondered about summoning up Seru, so I attempted it. I tried a trick I read about on here where you reach your hand behind you and they grab on to it. Didn't work. Just as I was about to give up, he walked out of the forest onto the field, but there was something off about him. Only after he moved closer did I realize it wasn't actually Seru, it was just some random DC that looked like him, and he looked SUPER PISSED OFF. He just kind of loomed over me giving me this terrifying look, and then he took off quickly. I tried to follow him to see WTF was going on but he was too quick for me.

7 October 2015

“Fuck me” I (probably) thought as I cleaned up the post-tempestuous mess that was once the school dance. Sam and Tucker (from Danny Phantom) were there with me helping me clean everything up. It really was a disaster. The banner that once hung high above the stage in the school gym now hung in tatters, All of the decoration were strewn about and somehow, I do not remember how, there was a big gaping hole in the ceiling and it was all my fault! I do not remember how it was my fault but it was. The principal had tasked me, Tucker, and Sam with cleaning up this whole thing as I guess they were involved too.

There is not much that happened here aside from typical young adult banter. The events immediately thereafter are lost in memory. Next thing I remember I was on a field trip into the jungle with my friends. I remember specific people there such as Pteresa from My Life as a Teenage Robot, Sam and Tucker and then there were The Wild Thornberries who were leading this field trip. We stopped just outside of the jungle and again most of the events are lost. All I can tell you is that something went wrong, horribly wrong. We were no longer on a field trip we were now on a mission. We were tasked with journeying through the nine circles of Hell. I do not remember why but there was something that we needed to do. So there we were on the most memorable field trip of our lives.

We started off in what must have been Limbo. We were traveling in a line on a narrow path. Some of us, myself included, were on bikes. I was in the back of the group with Debbie, Elisa, and one third woman whom I will name Carrie. Carrie was a heavy set woman with brown hair. We were sort of the screw up group as we kept stumbling on our bikes. I ended up losing mine when I rode into a swamp. I think the three girls I was with ditched their bikes so that they could hang with me. I knew that the rest of the group saw us as little more than a liability especially Pteresa. From what I can remember much of hell did not resemble what I’ve read in “Dante’s Inferno” at all. It was all mostly a cross between The River Styx and The Forest of Suicide. At some point we came across a temple that I had stumbled upon in a previous dream. Had I been through Hell before?

After that we ended up at the ninth circle. The Circle of Treachery. It was not a big frozen lake like in the poem though. It was just like it was at the beginning. A big swamp forest type deal. Funny thing is, I don’t remember what it was that we did. I just remember being done and wondering how we were going to get out of there. I think someone was able to call in an airship to fly us out of Hell which led me to wonder why the fuck we didn’t use that ship to fly into Hell in the first place. Once we were out I had flashbacks of going through there. I specifically remembered going through the Malebolge Pits. Were in the second bolgia where the sinners guilty of flattery were being punished. I remember the look of horror on Pteresa’s face as she watched flatterers being forced to wallow in human shit. I could tell by the horrified expression on her face that it truly was a traumatic sight for her. It was traumatic for all of us.

I knew that we would never be the same. This journey changed our lives forever. I wondered how this would affect us long term. I did not remember seeing any sinners being tortured but I knew that we had seen them and that none of us would ever be the same again. Although there was some good to come out of this journey. Elisa, Debbie, Carrie, and I grew closer on this trip and I knew that our friendship would not be ending anytime soon. It was not a good experience but it was a bonding experience nonetheless and I was grateful for that much.

I had a weird lucid. I remember asking my mom if she really loved me. She replied with an unenthusiastic yes. And I thought Hmm she wouldn't reply like that in real life. I remember waking up, not sure if it was a false awakening but it probably was, seeing how I eased back in so quickly. And in the lucid I asked the dream who I love the most. The dream replied, Your parents. I woke up soon after. This was a strange one, I remember actually being able to feel and taste.



Tell me if you've ever had any weird lucid or non lucid dreams. Also I wasn't even doing reality checks or trying to lucid dream when this happened.

Morning of October 7, 2015. Wednesday.



I am in the living room in Cubitis, seated at a large wooden table in the southwest corner. My computer is set up in a similar way as with my desk in real life. My wife Zsuzsanna and our children also live here (though in real life, they have never been to America), thus my dream self is at least partly aware of my current conscious self identity. It seems to be morning.

Our pet chicken (fictional, though my father raised chickens in Cubitis until we moved in 1978) is sitting on the table to the left of my computer keyboard. It seems to be an Araucana or Ameraucana hen. My sense of touch is enhanced. I vividly feel weight and motion as I try to make sure that the hen does not hurt herself by quickly jumping or flapping her wings.

Our black-and-white cat (Franco) eventually emerges from the hallway. He jumps up on the table and bites into the back of the hen. This alarms me because I know he will probably kill it. I try to push him back and I whack my hand over the animals, but our chicken is taken to the floor by our cat.

I get the odd impression that I may have accidentally detached either the hen’s head or the cat’s in an attempt to separate them, or possibly both are severely injured. I am not sure what to do, as our two pets may both be lost. I get the impression that a griffin will be the result of this situation though possibly weak until fed, as it is lying on its side, looking a bit fatigued.

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What does it mean to dream of a griffin? At the core level, a griffin is a flight symbol. A flight symbol is rendered in a dream in subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic waking start. Additionally, a griffin is a mix of unrelated animals, which is likely to be a unique precursor factor of the coalescence of the preconscious and emergent consciousness.

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Some of my other dreams that feature griffins (links): (1) Griffin vs. Grandfather Clock, (2) R Brand, (3) Malfunctioning Griffin Game, (4) The Temple and the Tomb

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Morning of October 7, 2015. Wednesday.



Walking in an unknown town, my wife Zsuzsanna and I go into an unfamiliar grocery store. The store’s entrance is directly adjacent to the public sidewalk and city street. Firstly, I am looking at jars of pickles that I contemplate buying for Zsuzsanna. The lid somehow comes off one jar when I tip it to try to find the label. There does not seem to be one and I get the impression it is from an individual who sells wholesale to the store. Two pickles fall to the floor. I consider buying the jar out of a vague sense of responsibility to the store owner, as no one else would buy the jar if they knew, but I instead put the pickles back and pretend that nothing happened. Instead of a shelf, the large pickle jars, about five of them, are in a wooden display as in the vegetables section. Each pickle is about as high as the jar, about five to a jar, arranged vertically.

I start pushing a shopping cart through the aisles of the store. An unknown girl who works there is standing in one aisle, the last aisle on one side of the store and the most distant from the entrance. We talk for a short time as I soon realize that instead of shelves, the sides of the aisle feature random pieces of plywood nailed up, all similar in size, some yellowish and some white, at least one piece looking like it was borrowed from a sign. Looking around, I do not see any shelves or areas with any food and become annoyed.

Zsuzsanna and I leave the store without buying anything. A few unfamiliar people, seemingly homeless, start following us. They are friendly but somewhat sickly looking. A female of perhaps fifty asks me if I can help her. I put my hand near her forehead, though not touching it, moving my hand about as if to “detect” anything that might be wrong with her.

She starts to faint, though I push her back so that she does not fall in my direction. After a short time, I tell her that she needs more Vitamin A. I tell her that she needs to start eating tomatoes to become healthier and fix whatever problems she may have. She seems very happy after I tell her this. A friendly cheerful male smiles upon hearing my suggestion and then adds to our conversation by talking about lentils, which is what he thought I had been talking about (rather than tomatoes). I am annoyed but I decide not to correct him as that might make him feel embarrassed by his inattentiveness. Zsuzsanna and I walk to a larger grocery store without them following us as I begin to wake.

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• Why jars of pickles? It seems to be phallic symbolism and a feature being in water is a real-time indicator of being asleep. I may be subliminally contemplating sexuality, which is otherwise inactive in this particular dream segment.
• Why do two pickles fall to the floor? Either superfluous redundancy or an association with two adult males living in our house; our oldest son and me.
• Where is the preconscious factor? I could not find it until I realized that looking at the jar of pickles made me think of Vlasic Pickles, and the mascot is a cartoon stork (flight symbol that “drops a baby from its beak”; subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic mechanism)
• Why does the unfamiliar homeless female begin to faint? Because she is The Sleeper in this particular dream; a real-time indicator of being asleep.
• Why tomatoes? Tomatoes are associated with the color red and red represents waking priority. It is curious that my dream self (personified subconscious) subliminally initialized it rather than the preconscious.
• Why lentils? Lentils can look like the lens of the human eye, which is possibly a subliminal REM indicator.
• Why vitamin A? This may be a literal factor in the unfamiliar female being symbolic of Zsuzsanna, a possible precognitive thread of when Zsuzsanna is older and may need more vitamin A (though through normal food, not vitamin pills, which many consider dangerous).
• Is there any additional real influence? The unknown empty grocery store area with the plywood nailed up is based on the closure of a small local grocery store in August 2014. It had a similar unusual mood and there were areas of the store eventually blocked in a similar unlikely way while it was still open to the public. Also, Zsuzsanna remains on my left throughout this dream, the same orientation that we are in bed at the time.

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Date: October 7, 2015
Method: MILD, WBTB
Sleeptime: 10:00ish
WBTB: 5:00am stayed up around 10 minutes
Results:Lucid (x2) DEILD and a DILD

DILD
Realized I was dreaming and became lucid. I tried to concentrate on an experiment I have been working on, but instead a vision of bodies floating in the sea appeared. That vision scared me so I made myself wake up.

DEILD
Decided to try again since I was still 'tingling' and a vision of women at a beauty parlor appeared and they just looked at me (like I really needed my hair done...which I do ).

I concentrated on my experiment mission and instead a little boy appeared. He was adorable. He looked like he was about 5 or 6 years old in a baseball jacket and a baseball cap. He had no face at all (like if i was drawing him in a picture, I intentionally left out the eyes, nose, mouth, etc). I asked him what was wrong and he said, "My mommy will die before my daddy." I said, "What is your name?" He said, "Donnie." I said, "Donnie, do you want a hug?" He shook his head yes and ran into my arms. He held on to me for dear life. Let me tell you DV family, that hug felt as real as me typing these words on my computer. I immediately felt his sorrow and as I was hugging him the scene changed to this:

His mother told him to hide under the bed and don't make a sound no matter what he hears. The father came in and was beating the mother and said he was going to kill her. The mother's face never looked toward that bedroom and at least to me, she didn't seem like she wanted to make a sound. As if she knew if she yelled, the little body would come out from under that bed.

Yeah....I still have the goosebumps.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

I didn't have enough time to immediately write everything down, so last night's dreams are a little vague in my mind.

Dream 1

Spoiler for Adult dream:

I am on a bed which has white sheets. It's a pretty big bed, though I haven't looked around to see how big exactly it is. I am with a coworker: a guy with blond hair. There's also a girl, though I'm not sure who she was anymore. I feel like she is Indonesian. We've agreed on having a threesome. Sorry if you expected the full details, not gonna happen After a while I can tell the girl isn't feeling at ease due to my co-worker acting like an asshole, being somewhat psychologically abusive even. After the fact I talk with the girl to see if she is alright. In the mean time, my co-worker continues being an asshole and goes to talk to her mom. Even though I didn't see the girl's mom, I somehow know it was my girlfriend's mom... in the bedroom of my mom. Makes sense, right?

Dream 2
I'm in what looks like an operabuilding. I'm watching a movie, along with many other people. I recognise one of the actresses on screen, though I don't know her name.* There's a moment when I'm walking around, along with some other people. A break perhaps. Later the movie turns into something different... Spider-Man? Or something espionage related, I'm not too certain

*Had to look it up. Her name is Octavia Spencer.

Dream 3
I have an appointment with my physical therapist at 10:00, instead of my usual 11:00. I forgot though, so now it's already 10:30 and I'm still at home. Slight panic. I call my PT and a woman answers the phone. She tells me to just come.

I'm riding my bicycle on the way to my PT. It should take about 5 minutes but I have no idea how long I've been on the bicycle already. I have a timeless feeling. I also end up getting lost. I park my bike and continue to walk, but this isn't gonna be faster, is it? Maybe I should ask Google Maps for help. It's not a real nightmare, but it was definitely unpleasant.

Fragments
- I'm walking with 1 or 2 people. One of them resembles Obama. He makes a comment about my cousin, though I can't recall what it what.

- San, one of my best friends is attempting to open the lock on my bicycle, but he can't get it done. I help him out.

- I am home alone with San's mom.