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I did a wbtb and wrote some notes but looking back at them I have no memory of what happened.

The next dream I was in a first person shooter and I got an 8 person kill streak. It turned into more likr Grand Theft Auto and I was driving around in a car.

The next dream I was lucid although I don't remember the start of the dream. I can't go into detail because my girlfriend was in it and we got kinky! I didn't complete any task other than "interact with a DC".

I woke up and DEILDed back into the same dream

3-7-23 Comp Day 6 (feels like I slept sound and solid last night - The cat let me sleep through the entire night no WBTB attempts)

D#1 7:30AM - I was inside a building - a glass building that had water in the lobby. I don’t remember what I was doing before I started walking out of the lobby, but the lobby was full of water and it seemed pretty calm with a gentle wave towards the exit wall. I was hovering and moving just above the water level. Moving towards the exit doors; or exit wall. Suddenly the water's wave movement changed direction and I thought how strange that the direction changed like that. I get out of the building and turn back and watch the waves change again. This is all happening inside the building, the water all gathers into the middle of the room and creates a super large wave. It billows up tall and reaches the height that should be the top of the building, then suddenly starts moving as if a huge tidal wave would and smashes into the walls. The water becomes so turbulent it keeps building and splashing and building and splashing into the walls repeatedly. Till finally it settles down. The water never broke out through the glass walls. After it settled down I went back and saw a younger MDC sitting at a round table with his cat. The man seemed emotionless and just sitting there with this cat in his arms. My first thought was that they sat there and withstood the waters beating and I was worried that the cat was dead. I went over and petted the kitten. The cat was still alive.

D#2 7:30AM - I was roller skating/or blading through a neighbor on the sidewalk. In the beginning of the dream it was light out and I ended up at some place where there seemed to be some type of typewriter the old black styles before computers (I was just talking to someone about them last weekend IRL) And I was standing there in front of it trying to use it or well not exactly sure but it wasn’t working as it was supposed to. Then I started skating back home. The sidewalk became my focus point in this one spot. I remembered seeing a very long copper wire (which I apparently had left out somewhere) and someone else had come along and cut it up into all these tiny short pieces. So while I was skating, I had to be careful not to get any of those pieces under the wheels on my skates. There were a lot of pieces scattered along the sidewalk for a short distance. Finally there was no more wire debris and just about that time, it got dark outside. My skates however had these very cool built-in headlights. They were old school original lights and they shined so nice and bright so I could see the sidewalk very clearly even though everything else was dark. I ran into a friend of mine on the way back home. She was skating too, and instead of her having her dog with her, she ended up having a little boy with her. He may have been holding a green colored blanket. I remember smiling and waving at him. I chatted with the friend for a moment, she was with a couple other DC’s and they were on their way to some other place. My friend commented on the lights on my skates and made them sound like they worked better than hers, or mine were brighter anyhow. We said our goodbyes and I continued onward back to where I thought home was…never reaching home…skating off into the abyss….


DF#3 - There was something going on with a group of older FDC and then also not sure if it was this same dream or another one but there was also something going on with an older MDC. No details of this recalled It seemed like something I’d want to remember…ugh


2 Dreams = 2 pts
1 DF = .5

Total = 2.5

I was in the hallway at home, waiting for everyone to leave so I could go to the toilet, a high school girlfriend from my family shows up in our house because the family wanted us to stay in touch. I greet her and hug and we have some small talk as we notice both us us have grown.

After she goes upstairs, I bunch of people are chilling in my hallway dresser in blue and orange parkas. They're film extras waiting for the shoot, but I jokingly tell them I thought everyone just had zero drip which causes them to laugh out loud. I then let them ask me questions and everyone excitedly holds up their hand, the first person whose name I guessed as "Levi" because he looked familiar (in hindsight like someone else I know, I know someone with that name but it's not him) who asked about me being German because of my family. The second guy I had trouble understanding, I feel bad that I had to ask them multiple times and walk up to them just to discover that he's from Belgium (It was a Dutch dream) and he was speaking in a very thick Belgian accent asking me if I would travel to his theatre play, I say of course as I've traveled to Belgium before and even all the way to Luxembourg. I then jump back on the bad with a crazy backflip.

The scenario from my dream then changes to the waiting room being for a performance from the sound studies master students from Berlin, whom I've seen live in July. The performers in question come chill in the waiting room with us not knowing they have to get on stage in five minutes, they asked me about their schedule and I pull my my phone saying it's at :45 as I notice the time being :40 right now (Coincidentally also when I'm writing this) the performers rush ahead and my theatre school classmates and I walk towards the performance as well through the streets at the canals in Utrecht.

As we walk towards the performance I brag to my former classmates about seeing them in Berlin. And they're all having this "he's talking about Berlin again face" (This has never happened in real life as I haven't spoken to most classmates in 3-4 years now, but is what my subconscious assumes their reaction would've been as I had this classmate who would always react to my online activities in person)
This classmate asks me about the master "Oh so they were like 'Lets teach a bunch of kindergarteners some sound design' " then joked about them getting an assignment to make music out of an apple pie and later on a different pie and for some reason I was just responding with yes knowing damn well how disrespectful they were being but couldn't be bothered enough to argue. I then fortunately woke up.

Tuesday morning, 7 March 2023.

Dream #: 20,532-02.

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This dreaming experience sustains my somatosensory response to variations in REM atonia. Because of how specific my illusory hand mobility is, my dream renders such realistic imagery, tangibility, and depth perception that it is unfathomable in conscious afterthought.

My main focus involves looking for a correctly sized screw to put through two parts of a small screwdriver and tighten it - so that it becomes a usable screwdriver again. I use a different small screwdriver to turn the screw inside the hollow handle of the first. I do not find one I can rotate for very long until stopping from it being the wrong size.

The setting is an ambiguous combination of table and floor with screws and small metal pieces everywhere, but I do not consider it as impossible as it would be in a real-world activity. (The bottom half of my body would be missing to correspond with the narrative’s implication.)

Other features are present at times. I notice a few small tackle boxes and open them, but they are empty.

There are several containers with dark smooth rust coating their inside. Although I think about removing it, I do not.

Protoconsciousness (atypical somatosensory induction in this case), personified as an unknown man who vaguely reminds me of an alcoholic co-worker from over 20 years ago, is present for a time. He blows on my face with significant realism and asks if he can help me, but I tell him it is unnecessary. An unfamiliar man on my left asks me if he wants him to go to the other man’s house to talk to him about leaving me alone, but I tell him no.

Meanwhile, a harmonica inside a transparent plastic container plays itself, though it is only one loud chord. I do not consider the event unusual. It seems incongruously related to the man blowing air.

Regarding my dreaming history, it is more common for a female dream character as protoconsciousness to blow on my face or sprinkle water on me for dream state vivification. Sometimes she hovers above the floor, becoming an anthropomorphic water form, and “rains” on me. It exponentially vivifies the dream state because of my somatosensory response and its hallucinatory cortical activity.

When I slept in a friend’s apartment in America years ago, the anthropomorphic water form seemed present for nearly an hour, and bubbles continually moved inside it.

Regarding two typical offset dreams today, one was a cast somatosensory event where an unknown cheerful young girl receives a roll of coins (unknown denomination) from an unseen bank teller. A typical REM atonia response casts a roomful of dolls (a common metacognitive association with physical immobility while asleep). Such content does not occur intentionally - it is how I have always intuitively though spontaneously responded to the physiological effects of sleep in liminal states since childhood. Feeling someone’s hair or an animal’s fur is more guided (intentional).

2 minutes and 30 seconds to read.

Wednesday morning, 1 March 2023.

Dream #: 20,526-03.

The illusory dynamics of this dreaming experience first involve the typical arm (and hand) mobility theme and somatosensory responses to REM atonia, but after “walking with intent” (and vivifying my dream exponentially), the somatosensory factor transitions from directed to received (over my entire right side) and becomes incredibly vivid, with loud auditory phasing.

My dream’s first segment is a typical shopping narrative in an unknown location. After getting several items in a grocery store, I go to what I think will be a bigger grocery store, though it turns out to be smaller. I push the shopping cart from the first store, go outside, turn to the right, and enter the small store. During this time, I touch the various Australian bills, mainly the fifty-dollar notes, to multiply them in my wallet, realizing I can do this continually, having no limit to what I can spend.

A man is sitting near the narrow entrance inside the building, though the perpendicular corner, where people exit, is open. I tell him he can look at my receipt (from the previous store) as I hold it, but he waves me and my shopping cart through. The aisle begins here but turns right at 90 degrees and turns right again with one checkout at the third counter (opposite the corner near the exit). In other words, the shopping area is only one rectangular path, with the entrance and exit at the same corner.

One man walks close to my shopping cart but goes in the opposite direction. The area is too narrow to allow for much browsing.

I do not see much to buy. I pick up a few fruits resembling mangos, but they have strange small donut shapes over their surface. The spots are reminiscent of white hole guard labels for notebook paper. Even so, I keep one that looks fresh.

I pick up two pairs of unusual red fruits shaped like irregular Greek amphoras. (They are probably meant to look like hearts with partial aortas.) I select a few other items.

At the checkout, I hand the male cashier a twenty-dollar bill. Some coins fall (more typical of my second post-hypnagogic dream content each sleep cycle), but he picks them up for me.

Once outside again in daylight, I am unsure how I will get home. I consider getting a bus, but I decide to push the shopping cart home, though I am unsure where I am and which direction home is. Eventually, I “walk with intent” as my dream becomes more vivid, realizing there is a light rain (somatosensory response to variations in REM atonia).

To my left are surreal storm clouds, one forming a black tornado with irregular curves. I am unconcerned. Ahead, at a T-intersection, is a tall building of at least five floors. Above the building are at least three animated sketches of heraldic dragons. They are unrealistic in that they look like neither living creatures nor clouds. Even so, curls of black smoke form some of the moving drawings.

As I walk closer, my dream becomes more and more vivid, with incredible surreal beauty. The “cartoon” dragons continue to breathe fire and lightning onto the top of the building, seemingly with a sentient attempt to destroy it. I do not feel endangered.

A loud roaring noise, similar to the last part of the alien light probe scene from “Star Trek: The Motion Pictures,” occurs as I walk by the building. I consider that the heraldic dragon “storm clouds” will remain over the building until I leave the area.

As I deliberately walk by the building, though in the middle of the street, rubble and dust from its eaves (because of a dragon’s blast of fire and lightning) bounce along the street, hitting me lightly along my right side, head to foot. The sensation is incredibly realistic. I find it fascinating (and vaguely amusing) as I slowly walk until my dream ends.

Monday March 6th 2023
Not much done.
Mostly NSFW stuff done throughout the night, 4 lucids, in all of them was talking to DC and basically making out at times with them; that happened because dream husband was there, no sex but kept following dream husband around because he kept nearly getting killed… besides teleporting him a few times to safety and then using mind control to take him to a safe place didn’t do much. Was kind of mad, and realized this is MY version of “you cheated on me in your dreams, I am mad at you in reality” thing; so also took a few minutes to calm down before waking up and avoid being angry over something that happened in my dream.

I stayed up too late because Sundays are too full of tasks. It is very difficult to get to bed on time, and I was so determined to get to the gym. Anyway. I can't read most of my notes from last night.

- I had a dream that someone had tattoos. (Fragment = 0.5 points)
- A dream that I was writing in my dream journal, but did not become lucid. (Fragment = 0.5 points)
- Dream that some couple on Reddit got their account suspended. (Fragment = 0.5 points)
- "Hot spring was garbage". I do not remember the details of this. (Fragment = 0.5 points)
- I was driving with someone through a forest. I had trouble driving up an EXTREMELY steep cliff with a car I was driving -- we almost crashed and flipped over. It was so steep that it was basically vertical, like cartoonishly, but that's where the road went. I was freaking out. (Full non-lucid = 1 point)

4 fragments = 2 points
1 full non-lucid = 1 point
Total = 3 points
Competition running total = 45.5 + 3 = 48.5 points.

I was basically false awakeninged to hell after the wbtb. I thought “I couldn’t go to sleep.”, so I went downstairs. Went to the bathroom and the toilet wasn't flushing. I got to the living room and some lady I met a while ago was up. She heard me apparently and was trying to grow weed. I tried sleeping on the couch and heard a strange song from Christopher Columbus’s wife singing how he cut her out and made her seem insignificant. I got out of bed, and all of the people in the house multiplied. I got ultra suspicious. Went upstairs and saw that despite being 4:00 AM, it was bright light outside. This got me insta lucid, and I wanted to find a method of getting to my PR Hub. So, i was gonna search it on google images and go with the old screen method, but woke up. Tried DEILD but no luck.
7/10

3.5.2023

Old Job and Zombies [+1]

Back to the old job at the hospital. I am gathering items, including a heparin IV and another IV bag. There are also a couple of things that we are looking for, not sure if we have them or not. I think about how I have been here for 8 years (in the dream). Dividing up the labels that print out for filling...Zombies come at night. It’s as though I watch this on TV. A guy spends the night in a car or truck. Lots of carnage around. The windows of the vehicle become streaked with blood. I hide my eyes while this is going on. It seems like I become the person in the movie. I wonder, what if we stayed in the water tower this next night? That seems like a safer place. We get into a vehicle, and now there are several of us. A siren starts going off, which warns us that Japan has built a nuclear bomb, or something. I get the idea that they are going to nuke the zombies, and if we can survive it will be a lot safer out. I have to do something with two telephones.

Fragment 1 [+0.5]

...Something about identical twins at a gas station. Middle aged guys with curly-ish hair. It turns out that there are actually three of them – identical triplets...

Fragment 2 [+0.5]

...Getting coffee at a gas station. I decide to give a tip to the clerk, putting money in the tip jar at the counter...

Fragment 3 [+0.5]

...A play with a Grinch-like character...Machine with rotating parts...A Bible school-like event, which involves a toothbrush. This is going on in a basement, and I might be trying to brush my teeth in a nearby bathroom...

Fragment 4 [+0.5]

There is a dog that runs out onto the highway. Someone is trying to call it back with a dog whistle.

3.6.2023

Fragment 1 [+0.5]

I stop at a gas station. I would like to get something to drink, but the cups that are provided with the water seem to be dirty. One has a tea bag or two in it...There are people swimming in heated pools down town...My friend R...

A vortex howls in the gray sky above. I'm standing on the ruins of a neighborhood. Behind the vortex is a dragon the size of a mountain. He is the time dragon. I'm running to a house nearby where I need to find a gold-plated book called the Domini. The dragon claims that change isn't real, and that all will return to the way it was. He is loud and commanding, like a god. I think about how a Pizza Hut building on my street had changed. The dragon doesn't like that, and comes closer to me. I'm transformed into a tiny dragon, and I'm now in a side-scroller type game. I had an abilities menu on the left side of the screen. I had a dash move. The vortex from before was on the right side of the screen, pulling me to it. I resisted. I used the charge ability to push back to the left but it isn't enough. I'm consumed by the vortex.

I'm searching around a house that has two floors, vaguely resembling The Burrow from Harry Potter. The dragon tells me to find the Domini book. While searching I find a work-from-home math booklet. I have been dreading working on. It has thin-paper, and sub-booklets for at-home exams. I also notice a letter from my GF about bills.

Saturday morning, 29 November 1975. Age 14.

Dream #: 3,267-01.

1 minute and 40 seconds to read.

Scene 1:

Toby Taylor and I are reminiscing about the 1962 movie “Tiko and the Shark” that I had watched a few times on the “CBS Children’s Film Festival.” We talk about the idea of a remake or sequel even though we also talk about Tiko’s life as if he was a real-world person we knew.

The setting, although appearing as the El Jobean fishing pier in Port Charlotte, Florida, in the early evening, implies the location is Bora Bora to bring about connections to the movie as I push my imagination into my dream’s ongoing narrative. As I talk, I focus on my dream corresponding with my intent as I narrate an idea for a fictitious sequel called “Tiko’s Treasure.”

Scene 2:

As I think about time travel and Tiko’s village, the pier dissolves, and I fall into the water. Although I see shark fins, I am unconcerned.

Toby is “still” on the pier, but it is now far away, contradicting the first implication. The narrative ambiguously implies it has not yet been built, but Toby is still in his original location, despite me being in the water about half a city block away from it. Even so, it seems I am communicating from the dream state (as a fantasy) to his imagined “real-world location” in the “future” (from my present location). More contradictory is that I now consider I might be (or become) Tiko (even though I am also me).

Scene 3:

I find myself in an unrealistic setting with grass huts. One grass hut may be a ticket booth for the “movie” I am exploring. Other grass huts may be for tourists.

The usual factor of arm mobility associations ambiguously integrates into the narrative, resulting in self-contradicting content.

Several “bowling balls” float in the water near one hut (as I consider there is a bowling alley for tourists nearby, but the balls sometimes roll from the hut into the water). The imagery becomes more like a cartoon at this point. They may be confused with large black pearls in the region to distract treasure hunters.

Eventually, I think they are probably coconuts.

Unusual Correlation:Curiously, there WAS a remake a few years after this dream. I found myself watching it when going through channels on my sister Marilyn’s television. The remake is “Beyond the Reef (Sharkboy of Bora Bora)” - made in 1979 but supposedly not released until 1981.

3-6-23 Comp Day 5 (WBTB - Fail)

4:00am dreams not recalled But one word was remembered: National

D#1 = 6:24AM: - A beautiful large Blue hummingbird arrived early. Although I didn’t see snow in the dream, it felt like it was still winter and too early for the hummingbirds to come back. I was looking out a window at a marsh area which had some very tall dried reeds or stalks with dried pods at the top. Not even a flower blooming, but this hummingbird went to the pod and acted as if it was getting some nectar. I knew it was a marsh/wetland area because I had the thought in the dream that I would need to go take care of those plants and would need to wear my galoshes.

D#2 = 6:26AM: - I had a dream about walking down a paved path. And there was the cutest little dog, it was small but not really a puppy. It was a reddish auburn colored dog and it seemed so friendly and let me pet them as it layed down in a submissive way; and really seemed happy and wanted to walk with me. I had wondered if there was a leash around because a little further up in the direction I was heading was a busier road and I wanted to make sure it wouldn’t run out into the road when we got there.

D#3 = 6:26AM: - Stuck in the middle with them - I was in bed with two DC’s. One male and the other female. I was in between them; stuck in the middle. The two of them seemed to want to fool around with each other, and kept reaching around me to each other, so I decided to do the right thing; I left them and got out of the bed and went to another room so they could do their thing.

D#4 = 6:30AM: - I was standing next to a smallish lake and we were watching the top of the water. The water seemed to be changing in one spot like something was going on under the water in that spot. Then suddenly the water just drained, and disappeared leaving all these beautiful rocks exposed. There were a few kids that started to walk down and look at the rocks, but just as quick as it got sucked out, the water started coming back and filled back up. The kids had to quickly run back to the top edge of the lake. People were getting so excited when it went low and exposed the rocks. This happened several times. I had enough time to get my phone camera out and start a video recording of it, when one of my friends, went down and started hunting for rocks while the water had completely drained. I was telling her that she needed to hurry up as the water level had already started to rise again but she wasn't listening to me at first. She just kept looking at the rocks. In the end the water this last time didn’t rise as fast as it had before and she was able to get out before the water filled back in.

WBTB - Fail = 2
4 dreams = 4

total = 6

Saturday morning, 18 December 1971. Age 10.

Dream #: 1,825-01.

1 minute and 50 seconds to read.

Requires reading and understanding: MAPPED DREAM “Run from the Brontosaurus” in the first part of this report.

This dream is one of many from childhood that I still cherish, regardless of its usual predictable causality factors. I still view this dream as hilarious on one level.

While hand mobility and somatosensory response (often with summoning and handling coins) have occurred regularly in dreams since childhood, foot mobility with a somatosensory response in the bottoms of my feet is uncommon, though I also use my hands in this case - and it is still predictably tied to leg mobility as most outcomes in this mode.

The curious event here involves falling and breaking a window by landing on it from a reasonable height but remaining in the dream state. Although horizontal, it ties to using a door as a dream’s deliberate exit point. While my intent to exit is ongoing, it triggers an offset somatosensory dream segment instead. I had, however, deliberately jumped from a bridge to leave the dream state, expecting, if remaining in the dream, to land in the water, as with similar instances. That is what I find hilarious.

“Doubling” is a viable term for this dream sequence because I am still in the dream state for an additional vivid segment, and it combines two dream-exiting methods I have often used.

What caused this particular shifting response (rather than waking me up)? My guess is because of the lack of myoclonus in this case. (Even so, there have been more recent dreams where I remained in the dream state after feeling “the drop.”) Myoclonus most often wakes me from the dream’s physical illusions (particularly leg myoclonus at the beginning of every sleep cycle). It shifted into a somatosensory response (glass in the bottoms of my feet) but still did not wake me. A typical hand-based somatosensory response as a catalyst is an animal nibbling my fingers.

Again, the lightning (an increasing synaptic energy analogy) striking the dinosaur and bringing it to life (waking it up) was also a transition representing precursory wakefulness, though, at that point, my dream also shifted into another segment (though with my deliberate intent in the first instance - because in childhood, I learned to hold myself in the dream state even when there is an imaginary threat and now have gotten much better at it - see “Heraldic Dragon Storm” from 2023 for example).

The unrealistic stop-motion effect (movie influence) has occurred in many other dreams. These days, “bad CGI” also occasionally “corrupts” dream narratives. Animated content superimposed over otherwise realistic scenes has also often occurred since childhood.

Saturday morning, 18 December 1971. Age 10.

Dream #: 1,825-01.

2 minutes and 30 seconds to read.

Scene 1:

I intuitively respond to the dream state by “leaving my bed” (imagined) before dawn and “walking with intent” through the Cubitis house’s dark carport - toward our backyard rabbit shed (a recurrent beginning for this mode of dreaming).

A brontosaurus in suspended animation is present. I cannot pass it. Its head and neck lie across the short concrete path that extends into our backyard from the east end of our carport, stopping at our shed’s entrance. I illogically conclude my father dug it up while working on the real-world addition to the building.

Lightning strikes the dinosaur’s head, and it comes to life as I watch its head rise above me.

Scene 1 Influence and Causality:

This part of the narrative came from the 1960 movie “Dinosaurus.” However, in that movie, the brontosaurus was friendly. My dream integrates the essence of the dinosaur from the 1959 redundantly titled movie “The Giant Behemoth” and borrows from it more than “Dinosaurus” from this point.

Lightning striking the dinosaur’s head to “wake it up” (as in the movie) is cast here because of an increase in my intuitive response to dreaming, that is, gaining more metacognition while still in the dream state. Therefore, the dinosaur is this dream’s sleep simulacrum. Sleep simulacra have featured regularly in my dreams since childhood. I habitually seek out and wake up sleep simulacra by habit to vivify and sustain the dream state. I stay in the dream state (by choice) and “run” from the dinosaur without real-world emotion. This event exemplifies my lifelong trait of anticipating wakefulness while dreaming, yet it results in virtually infinite unique and satisfying narratives.

Scene 2:

Even though I am on foot, I soon reach the El Jobean bridge in Port Charlotte, though it takes over 40 minutes by car in real-world time. It incorrectly looks more like London Bridge when I look back while walking south. The time now seems like late afternoon. I get impressions of “toy” cars the size of real-world cars, though I do not focus on them. I find the bridge imagery fascinating. The dinosaur, which moves slowly in the distance, may not reach me as the bridge might collapse. It may not even be aware of me. It moves with an unrealistic stop-motion effect, as in the movie.

Scene 3:

When reaching about two-thirds of the length of the bridge under a blue sky, I decide I will jump from it because I reason it may collapse anyway to bring an end to my dream. (Illusory bodily awareness and sense of weight are too realistic for flying in this instance.) Even so, I am still vaguely unjustifiably wary of what will happen if the animal reaches me before I wake.

I sit on the railing and cheerfully jump, expecting I will merely wake up - though I do not. Instead, I enter a more vivid offset dream.

I feel an impression of landing on my feet, but there is a loud staccato sound of breaking glass. There is a brief cool “pain” in my feet. I am now in the southwest area of my real-world school’s playground (in the early morning), standing on a four-paned window I broke by landing on it.

I sit down and cheerfully pull flat triangular pieces of glass from the bottom of my feet. There are about five pieces in each. There is no blood, and I am unconcerned.

Outcome Causality:

My deliberate jump to leave the dream state caused a quick transition of responses from my vestibular cortex with imaginary movement (and the regularly occurring leg mobility theme every sleep cycle), a predictable auditory event of the sound of breaking glass (that has continually happened throughout my life, and which otherwise breaks the illusion of dreaming in contrast to here), and my somatosensory response (which often follows my vestibular-motor response).