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I had a dream where I was at a club at my high school. I was there with a few other friends that I hadnt seen in a while. Basically the whole club deal was inside of what used to be our auditorium. I saw many people from High school and all of the girls I knew where in questionable outfits. I was showing off some of my lame dance moves which includd this one move where I did a handstand and took off one of my shoes and kind of span around on it. Anyways I had a very fun very long night and this part of the dream reminded me of another dream I had that was at the auditorium.
So the auditorium top floor was a club while the flow bellow it was the actual theater that was being used for some activitiies. I was inside the club, which seemed like a large warehouse with music playing and was gettingn a lotta attention. One girl smelt my jaket and was weirded out by how it smelt. All the girls around me seemed to give off an aura where they were intereseted but were somewhat inndifferent to me at the same time. After I got tired of that area I went to the entrance which was outside in front of te auditorium. I saw a good sized line in front of the heater and walked outside for a while and did my dance move. I heard a bunch of peple say "you think that youre so cool, huh?". I then went babck inside the buildinand went to the floor bellow.
The drama teacher, who was some sort white blond dude with short hair, was tring to shoo people out of that floor because soon he was going to have a meeting. He asked me if I was in some way part of the drama club when I was in school. Me and a few other dudes said yes and we started talking about how we used to deck tech for plays and whatnot. He said that they were oging to have a club meeting soon. I was there witha few dudes from work, including one very large dude. We saw a bunch of little kidsd come into the room for this dramam clsub meeting. The big dude came in and tried to give this one kid a high five but the kid wouldn't because he was intimidated by his sizez.
Then the drama club teacher started talking to use about a petitition to keep the drama club name the same. It would cost eighty three bucks per person to keep it the samme and the new name wasn't all that different because they had just ammended the name change somewhat already. I felt that it wasn't worth it. Then I woke up.
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tHERE WAs a few toy story characters in this dream.. In it I had made a bet with someone or something that I could survive the night. It was me and another person that I cant remember, probably a toy, vs this female toy and another toy. the female toy group seemed like the bad guuys. Anyways the challenge was set in a huge field and it was whoever made it to morning wins. there was barbed wire fence that lined the field as a sort of boundr. There was a lot of flying and maneuvering in this dream as well as team work as to which toys that we were going againt
it wasnt a scary dream by any stretch, but moreso a challenge. I had used many fdifferent techniques to overcome me and my parterns adversarie which were, in fact, much more inherently stronger than we. I was fighting the smarter female toy while my partner fought the bigger and more aggresive other toy.
We tried to play many tricks on them in order to win, even going so far as cheating. Near the end of the dream the female toy turned into woody and I elieve I was a lesser known toy that was jealous of him. Woody wouldnt let me live it down though and just wanted me to give up by the end of the night because by all means we had lost. I ended up ripping woody to pieces on tthe barbed wire but that didn't do anything. He just reformed himself afterwards.
At the dawn though I was still jealous of him and his popularity but we had a good heart to heart talk. It turns out that I made a deal with Goodwin and his big rottweiler black guard dog like the one from up that if we made it to the morning we would survive. He granted mercy on us because we had fought valiantly.
I woke up in my aunty's room. I was laying on the floor and I knew that everything was fine. I owned two dogs in this house, they were brand new. one was a poodle and the other was a normal brownish mutt. For some reason someone threw some dog treats on the ground but the brown dog wouldn't eat the treat so I picked it up with my mouth and gave it to the dog. I distinclty remember the taste of dog food. I also wondered why I did that, because dog food tastes way bad. I also knew that the room was red and my aunty mel lived there. then I awoke.
Vack before when we were still fighting tme and my partner had used many clever tactics which included using the momentum we ogt as we traveled around the field arena and trying to make our opponents collide with some objects like a canopy from a jet. It seemed that our power was directed from how many people believed in us.
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Had a bunch of lucid dreams. Each had to do with going outside and looking at the stars. One i had to defeat a badguy with superhero powers. Another i jus found people that i knew and talked to them.
I asked a dream charater if he knew that i was in a drewam and he g rabbed me by the shoulders and sc reamed yes! We were waitin for you to realize this.
Had a bunch of other dreams that i dont remember that well, most of them lucid.
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it is set oon a boat. There is Sgt Shreiner there as well as s ome other people fro work. I don't know where we are going but it seems to be on some sort of adventure. We had just moved on from other modes of transportation to this one. On this new set of transportation there were a few people lready on it and they seemed to be a group themselves. There were a few different types of people but mostly old ladies, or at least there wer some. They were diggin on Sgt Shreiner. They even made little banners and designs for us, one of which was streamers connected to small Cardboard wings that were hand cutout. Sgt Shreiner talked about losing his hair and also I ended up in a room with another person and an old lady.
in the room we were all getting ready to sleep, as it was like a hotel room. I was setting up my iPod dock to play some music on y headphones but it would only play out loud.
Before this whole ordeal with the boat there was another part of the dreamI don't exactly remember what we were doig before, but it seemed that we were all collectively trying to get away from something potentially harmful., llike some sort of apocolypse.
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There was another set of dreams where I was with my family. We were travelling all over the place. We stayed in a bunch of different hotels, and I was by myself in a huge room. I think that we were near a huge amusement park, then we ended up and my grandparents house. there was a stack of bugs and the bee

We were in a normal room in a normal house. There were toys that were animate and a large number of pets, mostly dogs. There was something inherently demonic about something in the room, but I can't remember.
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i had a few lucid dreamss where i was the hulk and and there was also another hulk and his son and we would all go out and give hase to each other. We lived on a hill overlooking a giant expanse of ocean. There were tall rocks jutting out of it.
There were also very long ribbon like sea monsters in that water, probably a few football fields long. Most were a light purple in color while the last was a light bron on top almost like a certain type of shark.
I remember during our morning chases I felt very happy. It was an interesting feeling. I knew I was in a dream, but I wanted to try out a different way of flying, so I tried this. Leaping from place to place. I could feel gravity and weightlessness at the same time. I wasn't able to hop out of the water so easily though.
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There was another portion of a dream that I dont remember that well. The end of the dream there was a very realistic depiction of a toy plush clown putting himself together bit by bit. From the loose shiny yellow material that made up his suit, to the Red puffballs that made up his hair and nose. I remember that I was watching this whole scene in the form of an animated comic book, with each panel being a different animation.
Slowly the clown put himself together, it seems creepy, but it didn't feel creepy at the time at all. Soon enough the clown toy started to take human shape. It was jack nicholson's face on the clown, the white makeup only being absent on his face.
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In the dream the party was continuing on. There was a lot of different things to do, llike rides and such. We were all just having an amazing time. It was weird though because there was some sort of conflict. We all ended up in bunk beds in one of the rooms ater an extensive session. Then for some reason we had to leave. There was an issue with drugs or something. We ended up going to this big mall area, where my dad ended up talking to some shady guy that was selling drugs and buying them. He got all giggly and then tripped hard. There was a part of this dream that we all ended up going to the bathroom.
Anyway I think my dad had a bad trip, but I wanted to try out the DMT in the dream. I asked him if that was possible, and he tossed me a small bag with the drug in it. His only words were "Don't drink it, you will get a massive panic attack. Smoke it" and left. Before I was able to take the DMT though, I sat down and tucked it underneath me. I had a false awakening though which I knew because when I woke up in my room, that wasn't my room, the drug was still tucked underneath me. Thats how I got into a lucid dream.
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I was in my room and I stepped outside. I tried to turn it to day time but it would not work. I started looking at a distance far away and as I start to get up to fly someone is behind me. He latches on to me and I fly. It seems he is supposed to be somewhat scary, but I am not scared whatsoever. I start flying backwards to that spot.
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I am in Norway for work. I vividly remember seeing Norway from a distance above it, almost as if looking at a map. It was really beautiful. We were near an area that was by the shallow water. I somehow got home, but returned and noticed that I was somewhat paranoid that I was going all the way home, and I still had to go to work.
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I am back in Hawaii at my grandparents house. For some reason I am helping my aunty clean up the yard by raking the leaves. The tree I know that is there in the yard is in a different position than I remember, and even though their dog is already dead, there is a lot of dog poop lying around in the yard.

The largest disney world ever created in south america; we start at a like haunted house, shown everything by our guide which is very cute. it's hazy for a while so bear with me, we go the through tour and she doesn't know how to keep us in order. We get to a store and every goes missing and I help her. We go to a pistol training class for the youth and learn how to fire a gun safely, our families recieve one for free. We leave and I see the most amazing colors and building architecture. I hear songs come on the radio by tech n9ne and could recite everything in the song including the beat perfectly.

Fun dream

I dreamed about a cop who looked a little like one of the people I work with (but not really), and he was harassing a woman about her ID card. She'd had her ID stolen, and it was a tribal ID, and the cop was giving her trouble over it not being a valid ID while both of us argued with him that it was. I was particularly irritated since the person that the cop reminded me with would never be such a jerk. Eventually, we convinced him, and he recovered the ID, which had been discarded in a parking lot.

I kept waking up and dozing because I was cold. I finally woke up completely and put a warmer shirt on and turned the thermostat up. I tried some visualization exercises, but fell back asleep.

I don't remember much about my dream, but someone was throwing a party, and there were 3 rooms, and each had a different activity in it. One of them was scrabble, but they were using 5 scrabble boards all at once, and people would keep letters they "won" by spelling words with them. One guy had won a lot of letter tiles and had built a tiny tile city out of them. I recall there being furniture in the room in the most awkward places, like a desk that was just sitting in the middle of the room.

I wake up, back to sleep, again visualizations. I'm frustrated because they haven't been working well the past 2 nights.

I dream that I am eating an apple, and it is delicious. It's huge, the size of a grapefruit. It's soft and juicy, and it's purple inside. I somehow know I am in an alternate dimension on an alien planet, and wonder if the seeds will grow new apple trees if I discard or plant them here. I try to convince another dream character (a recurring character, sort of a witch or sorceress) that she ought to eat some of the apple.

Wake up. Lie on my back and try to relax. I'm making some progress with visualizations and then I snore and startle myself. Ooops. Back to square one. Ok, time to turn on my side so I don't snore again.

I'm visualizing and dozing off and bitching to the wizard-cat (another recurring DC) that I'm frustrated with how things are going this morning. We are both drinking coffee out of mugs. I figure that maybe if I hold a conversation, it'll help draw me in. It's actually starting to work, detail is starting to creep into things (but it's still all very hazy and not at all real or anywhere near a dream). I sniff my coffee but instead of smelling like coffee, it smells spicy-sweet. Suddenly, out of nowhere, instead of the dream gently forming around me I'm fully lucid and the mug is completely real. It startles me so badly that I drop the mug and wake up.

There's a weird interlude before I fully wake up where I'm trying to find my arms and they're invisible. I know I'm dreaming, but at the same time I'm not sure, and I'm also half awake, so it's more like a weird semi-OBE than a lucid dream. I finally manage to actually move my arm and wake myself up.

Naturally, I'm irritated. I sigh and work on visualizations again. I explore an imaginary room. I'm in the great room of the cottage near the fireplace when I start to slowly ease into sleep. I'm sitting in front of the fireplace, wondering why there's a fire going and logs in the fireplace, but there's no pile of wood. I reach behind myself, produce some logs, and set them in the bin next to the fireplace. There's suddenly a desk in the middle of the room, the one from the scrabble dream, for pretty much no reason at all. Unfortunately, I lapse into unawareess.

After a gap in time I'm on a bus. I realize that it's almost a completely fully formed dream, but it's so thin and I'm so close to being awake that if I make the "push" that I need to make it super-real (i.e. feel like reality rather than a super vivid visualization) I will probably wake myself up. It's all very flat, like watching a scene rather than being in it. There is another DC there, a sorceress, but she flickers and turns into the warlock character (recurring DC). He is a smart-ass but generally helpful when it comes to gaining lucidity. The bus flickers and fades. I wake up and doze. I am now in some sort of weird geometric environment. Everything is made of white square tiles but it's also like something out of Escher. Warlock DC is there with me, silently walking with me through the scenery. Again, it is close to clarity but not really "there". Instead of trying to brute-force it and try to push through the membrane of the dream all at once to bring it into full focus, I dive to the ground and start running my hands and face on the carpet (that wasn't there a moment ago). I can't make anything focus or make it clear, the sensation is a lot like being really drunk. I go through a door and try to will a scene change even if the dream's not fully formed, hoping it will be easier that way. The room only half-changes, and everything is still white. I rub my hands together, hoping to make things more vivid, but it doesn't really do anything. I get frustrated and wake up.

Successful teleportation with closed eyes... my first of these! Great new skill to have. (This was the third of three lucid dreams from this morning.)

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #165: Travel Buddy

The sister of a good friend has been kidnapped and I’ve gone on a mission to rescue her. (False memory: no waking life friend, no sister) She’s being held in a place that looks like a mental hospital. I’m hazy on how we get to this point, but she’s hurt or disabled, and I wind up carrying her slung over my shoulder, pursued by a handful of guys in suits. The hallway we’re in dead-ends at a locked door, but I crash through it.

Now I'm running along a metal walkway around the outside of the building which ends at a railing. I'm fifty feet up and trapped. There’s another walkway I could jump to but it feels hugely risky to do this while carrying another person. I’m wondering what to do when I realize that the whole thing is a dream.

The whole scene goes quiet -- the pursuers are gone and my companion is now standing on the walkway beside me. I realize that she isn’t my friend’s sister or in fact anyone I know at all. My reaction to this is to think Awesome! and begin randomly making out with her for a moment. After just a bit of this she sort of loses interest and wanders away, quickly disappearing. I gaze down at the street below and as I try to look closely at what’s down there, I unintentionally teleport to street level.

I find myself standing in a vacant lot. From the sidewalk, a very attractive woman with a pixie haircut is calmly watching me. I’m still feeling a little amorous so I hurry quickly over to her. “Hi!” she says. “What did you want to say to me?”

I feel a little sheepish because it feels obvious that she already knows. “I was looking for sex.”

“Okay,” she says. “I could do that if you want. But before you decide what to ask for, you need to know that I can help you do anything you want me to.” She really emphasizes this last part.

Even though she doesn’t say it outright, I get the sense that I get only one chance to make a choice. “Can you help me get to the Great Barrier Reef?” I ask, referring to Task of the Year.

“Yes!” she says. “I can help you with anything! We have to take an airplane to get to Australia.” She hurries down the sidewalk and I follow her. Day quickly turns to night as we approach a squat, black building that looks a bit like a dingy train station.

She explains that, “There’s no direct flight to Australia from this airport so we’ll have to stop at <some name> airport.” The place doesn't really look like an airport, but I believe what she's saying.

“Can’t I just teleport to the other airport?” I ask. (For some reason, teleporting right to the Great Barrier Reef does not occur to me.)

“Go ahead! Try it now, it’ll work!” she says, rather excitedly. I feel incredibly encouraged by this. I close my eyes, imagine the other airport, open them again, and now I’m inside a huge room in a new airport! There’s a big flight departure board covered with lots of illegible information about the flights going through this airport.

She’s standing nearby grinning and she says something congratulatory and mentions that we need to catch our flight. I assume that I can just teleport to the next location, though, and I immediately close my eyes again. I get a sudden little jolt of fear that I’ll mess up somehow. In particular I fear that I'll open my real eyes, so I kind of lose my nerve. The room goes into this half-haze, she disappears, and I feel like I’m losing the dream.

I paw at the scenery nearby and after a bit the scene comes back. Unfortunately my travel buddy seems to be gone for good. I wander around a bit more, walking through a bathroom and mentally writing something on the wall. I find this interesting at first but start feeling a little frustrated when the letters and words won’t stay the same.

I roam the airport a bit longer, but eventually the dream fades.

This is the second of three lucid dreams from this morning.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #164: Mountain Bus Ride

I’m seated on a bus, taking a trip along a beautiful, winding mountain road. There’s a girl of maybe 12 or 13 seated a few rows in front of me and she looks straight back, giving me a look that says, What are you doing here? I realize that I’m dreaming.

I stand up, grabbing the back of one of the seats. I rub my hands over it and the dream responds by becoming more vivid and immersive. I look to my right and see an attractive woman in her late 20s with an out-of-control head of curly, wild red hair seemingly pouring in every direction. Was she in the seat next to me? I don’t remember her. I have the impulse to approach her and make out with her but manage to stay focused.

I walk out into the aisle and grasp the seats with both hands. I join all of the other passengers in looking out the left window, catching a view of a beautiful green valley dotted with trees. The sun is low but hasn’t quite set yet and the lighting looks amazing. I’m so taken with what I see that I decide to just stop and enjoy the view for a while.

After staring out the window for perhaps two minutes or so, I decide to advance along the bus a bit and think about what I want to do. As I move forward, the seats sort of close together, blocking my path. Now the aisle has moved to my left, so I try to move that way to catch it. But once I do, it seems to shift again. I start feeling frustrated by all this and move to crawl over the seats, but the dream ends.

This is the first of three lucid dreams from this morning.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #163: Indoor Swim Lesson

I’m standing in the master bedroom, thinking about lucid dreaming when it occurs to me that I’m having one right now. I hear Wife getting the kids ready for an activity nearby. My first instinct is to go see what they’re up to but instead I decide to work on a task.

I remember the Great Barrier Reef Task of the Year. I walk around the master bedroom a bit, trying to figure out whether there’s anything here I can use as an easy bridge to the Great Barrier Reef.

I wind up standing in front of our closed television cabinet, staring. I have some vague idea of watching a related TV program, but it all sounds too complex. Instead I start trying to swim my hands and imagine that I’m in the water. There’s a confusing moment where my feet float off the ground for a moment but I pretty quickly plunge into the void after that.

I try to keep up the swimming motion but for some reason my right arm is now pinned to my body. I feel very confused about this. I wonder if I’m sleeping on my stomach and becoming aware of my physical body, but quickly try to shift away from this unhelpful line of thinking.

I flail around trying to swim with just my left arm for a bit. It feels awkward but at least I seem to be in some kind of water. My feet brush along the bottom of this “ocean” I’m in and it feels like my bare feet are touching sand. My breathing starts feeling a bit choked (not like drowning, but more like my throat needs to be cleared) and I wake up.

My MILD mantra before going to sleep now is "If it's red, I'm in my bed." I'm worried it's too catchy to do what it's supposed to do. ANYWAYS...

Dream one has me in what looks like a steam-punk/apocalypse world (no real visual proof other than I just know), and my home is the remains of half of a jumbo plane. It's night time, and I'm sitting by a fire cleaning/fixing some sort of a tool or machine. (Edit: I now remember that I have a red bandanna with a flower motif around my head. Missed MILD cue alert!)

A single-row character select screen gets juxtaposed over the top of my "vision," as if I'm quick-selecting something in the middle of game play. As I browse the portraits (which are in DOS 256-color again), they are associated with my actual friends. Towards the right end of the screen, the portraits are grayed out; I guess in this world, friendship is an achievement you unlock.

Each individual friend has their associated stats according to Dream Knowledge. Sadly, my dream is not vivid enough for me to see detailed stats. But I do get a general associated sense of it according to certain traits. There are at least 10 characters, and I "know" there's more if I scroll to the right. But these are the ones I could still remember:

• My friends B and K, brothers who power lift and play organized football in real life, have really high Strength scores. I also Dream-Know that their abilities are offset by low their movement rate, which I lol'ed at because I guess I'm just a dick.
• Girl-R and Boy-R both can cast spells (Looks like I associate artistry and creativity with magical ability. Or maybe just people whose names starts with R.), while Girl-R also shares the ability to charm animals with Girl-J.
• Boy-R, I should also note, is the Ken to my Ryu in real life, and that carries over in this dream in terms of "knowing" our stats are similar.
• Sten from Dragon Age was there. No, I don't know him in real life. Go home, Sten, you are drunk.
• Boy-J has rogue-like stats, possibly because he's shady. And he'll flaunt said shadiness, which makes him all the more shady.
• Poor, poor A. In real life, he's slightly taller than me, but possibly twice my weight -- but he doesn't have the physical abilities of B and K. He'd go down in the initial wave of a zombie attack.

And wouldn't you know it, the second I think of being attacked, my camp is raided by the Mohawked raiders from Fallout (they have red pants. Missed MILD cue alert!), only my vision is obstructed by the character select screen -- which has now taken over my entire "screen" like the overlay in Steam -- and I can't seem to find a way to hide it again. That's karma for A, I like to think.

ANYWAYS, so I'm running around blind, and my vision would flash red (possible missed MILD cue alert) on the edges like a FPS as I keep getting shot. I know I'm also doing a lot of damage to them (also, I'm dual-wielding pistols -- flashy, but not terribly effective), only none of them are going down, and I'm reloading a lot even for dual wielding. I fall back to a part of the airplane, and I know I'm not going to be able to hold off the raiders for long like this. In which my brain -- my asshole of a brain -- goes "lol! Know what would suck?" and plays that scene from Robocop.

Well, I guess it worked, because the raiders are now focused on poor Murphy (who materialized in my dream JUST to suffer a horrible fate). I theorize that there's a sidequest in Fallout New Vegas that references this, so my brain went there. Either way, the scene abruptly ends to the sweet sounds of gunfire and torture screams.

We're skipping dream two because that's Willy's time. There was a missed MILD cue in there, and I will also partially hint that towards the end... well, has anyone seen those troll-ish Photoshop images where they take the inside of a lotus flower pod and superimpose it over someone's flesh so it looks like there are tiny ho-AHHH, FUCK, I JUST GOT A MENTAL IMAGE. NEXT DREAM! NEXT DREAM!

Dream three was barely there, and all I can recall was that I'm on my motorcycle (edit: my motorcycle is red. Missed MILD cue alert!) on a highway next to a forest, and the weather is gray and shitty. And all I have for dream four is that I knew I had four dreams.

Morning of November 18, 2013. Sunday.



In this latest dream I seem to be much younger and working as an apprentice to some sort of archaeologist. There is mention of a different, older archaeologist who had been working on some of the same ideas and theories as the one I am working for, but he had died and left behind many secrets including cryptic instructions on how to find certain things he had hidden until better tools for a more proper analysis were invented.

Over time, I am able to help recover some materials based on the solving of the cryptic clues - most with some sort of variation that required one or more additional resolutions. There is one section near the end where we go near the fairgrounds and seek one of the larger crates that were hidden. At first, we start the digging near the main entrance, but then I tell the other man that he probably put it in a different location in the area to throw people off using a not-so-obvious additional cryptic layered clue that is already of the clue itself, similar to what happens with the study of meaningful synchronicity (which also aids in dismissing possibility of coincidence exponentially).

I turn out to be right as we dig in a different spot. Firstly, there are older, thinner wood slats that have partially rotted into the ground. Eventually, we find the whole crate as other friends of the archaeologist gather in the area and start cheering. Within the crate itself are additional thin, old slats and other materials, apparently very valuable and part of an ancient civilization. On one end of the crate is a stack of old scrolls of various colors, each wrapped with two ribbons. These seem like some sort of valuable treasure in the sense of historical importance and information contained in them.

As I look at them with the other man, I notice that they look very new, as if they were made the day before. The paper seems brand new (with there not even being any wrinkles or dents), and it even looks like they were printed out using an Amienne font or similar on a new-model printer. I notice a small rectangular sticker here and there of the kind you can buy in a grocery store, on the documents for seemingly no particular reason. This event is a “sneaky” variation on time-related themes in my dreams. Often it relates to supposedly being back in time (say the 1800s) or another dimension (in the sense of “alternate universe”) and catching glimpses of normal modern cars and being somewhat annoyed by lack of credibility within my dream state.

The other man seems to not question the authenticity of the scrolls at all and even points out supposedly wondrous sections of the writing and images. Looking closer at one of them, I see that most of them have drawings integrated into the narration-style writing. I say with clear intent that old scrolls such as this did not have drawings of faces on them - the one larger face and upper body seeming not quite human, perhaps supposedly that of a non-human “visitor” to the village arriving and teaching people ways to do things, in this case, something relative to irrigation techniques. The man informs me that I am wrong and that such scrolls in fact did have drawings interspersed with the writing, depending on the scribe and the time period and culture.

I start to feel sorry for the other man. I get a feeling that he is typical of many people today who have never indulged themselves in viable education. Even though I am only an apprentice, I start to think he is a complete idiot with no archaeological skills whatsoever (or even common sense) and feel somewhat embarrassed to be with him (because, as an apprentice, I must not speak out publicly against his announcements or conclusions). I am aware that some of the building slats and artifacts are likely real in the crate, but that the scrolls were faked by the older man who had died, doing such to mislead people so that they would not seek the real ones. I inform the other man of my belief, but I am not sure if he understands me. I decide I will look farther (on my own) to see if I can find the real scrolls, assuming they actually exist.

Morning of November 18, 2013. Monday.



I am within a lucid dream but I do not get the impression that it is anywhere familiar. I am outside in a larger city and perhaps floating “two-people high” from the sidewalk, my attention somewhat upwards at a slight angle. There is a boy filming some sort of amateur documentary from his single bedroom window, from I believe the fourth floor of a large, tall, old-brick apartment building. He seems mournful after a time, his rather large video camera mounted on a tripod about a foot from the window (which is only open by about one-fifth). He has the camera aimed at the street, near an intersection. There are stores in the area, including a larger shopping mall (with a large parking lot) kitty-corner from the building. Suddenly, I hear him cry out, “Are we all just ignorant?” in a somewhat frustrating way but with a tone of sadness. I see no people walking on the streets, but there are a few cars that go by.

Simultaneously as I hear him yell the phrase, he is instantly sitting on the ledge (with the window now open) in pajamas with a blanket around him with no sign of the video camera in the room behind him - although I get an impression he is now holding a small Kodak Instamatic camera. For less than a second, I think he might be ready to fall forward and off the ledge to his death (although there is no feeling that he may be suicidal) with a vague and quickly passing moment of panic (although I have no idea who he is). There is a strange “glittering” in my dream (recurring) that I cannot quite describe, a vivid feeling of all molecules shifting (or somehow turning inside-out or flipping topsy-turvey) everywhere in the universe or within the construct of my perception.

After time passes, I experience the “twinkling” again (like thousands of miniature “black holes” flipping over to “expose” a higher dimension - somewhat like countless diamonds spinning on the horizontal access) - it is everywhere within the city and alters my physical awareness, mood, and perception. It has something to do with a higher dimension being visible or “pictured” in example form within this dimension, the reversal of representing a three-dimensional (Necker) cube on a sheet of paper with lines and implied planes or drawing a two-dimensional line within one plane.

Some sort of inter-dimensional “radio-tower” is responsible. The “twinkling” is not actually twinkling but some sort of event that can be described with a more complex understanding of “Hilbert Space” and spherical harmonics. Of this higher dimension, the construct is of some sort of quantum cylinders (representing the “atoms” of that domain) with a third quantum polarity (in addition to positive and negative) which means that magnetism or even gravity must work in a completely different fashion (however, neutrons ARE of neutral charge after all - an addition to the binary concept of positive and negative, but not viable in the “perfect” digital world where every bit has to be either on or off or one or zero). The “cylinders” (which are not actually cylinders - they only look as such in this dimension as it would be impossible to visualize them clearly in a human perspective) work as the “atoms” of that dimension whereby there are TWO “complimentary” nuclei that converge and separate along an internal section (relative to the implied radius of the “cylinder”) of what would look like a linear course but actually integrates with two additional orbiting “electron constructs” (but are not electrons) in a seeming (but illusory from this dimension’s viewpoint) X-shaped rotating and revolving “orbit” (meaning that the orbit itself goes “around” in an additional orbit of its own - “rotating” of course meaning on its own axis and “revolving” meaning going around another source - many uneducated people get these terms confused). This is as hard to visualize as trying to draw a square using only separate dots and focusing only on the dots themselves rather than the implied square - whereby you would then be showing a two-dimensional construct using variations of only one dimension or one repeated - displaying in the form of the two-dimensional image, which would imply a “theoretical multiverse” or meta-universe (theoretical ONLY within that one-dimensional existence but actual fact in the higher third-dimension).

There is a (fictional) book on quantum geometry dynamics (with inter-dimensional phasing that reminds me of polarity differentiation in digitized sound waves, whereby the sound goes from “ghosting” frequencies to absolute silence with exact positive and negative polarity layering of the same sound source over itself, rather than gaining or doubling volume as the “average” person would likely believe and likely refuse to believe the truth about unless directly shown in a DAW session) with information on specialized integrated “radio towers” (or what look like radio towers).

I almost understand it. It seems to explain many facets of seemingly paranormal events in the physical world. The “higher selves” of human beings are, in analogy, to this limited physical world “represented” in the same way as we in the physical world here are associated to a flat drawing of a (Necker) cube on a piece of paper, yet we can still see the “cube” as a cube even though it is only represented by lines and planes - however, the presentation being potentially ILLUSORY or misleading (which is very important) - due to the fact that the cube may seem to invert or flip, appearing completely differently to different people at the same time - or perceptually becoming a “hollow” rather than a projection, similar to the inverted mask effect with tulpa sessions (especially when rotating on the vertical axis), whereby the image seems to become seen from inside the mask (hollow-like) rather than from the outside look of it (often to the point where a person cannot tell the difference or can even will it to appear as they want by mental focus alone) - also similar to how “emboss” and “engrave” represent implied dimensional reversals in graphics programs such as PolyView. The fictional book which is a play on “Radio Towers” (but I am not certain of the name) is by a (assumed fictional) name that is so clear that I am able to immediately jerk myself out of my dream state and write it “automatically” (as I was lying in a way where I could reach pen and paper easily). The name turns out to be: “Won Kim Po Hep”.

Looking at it consciously, it almost looks like the second two words could be a play on “Poor help”, but in my dream it is supposedly a complete name. It could possibly be my dream being sarcastic in “saying” that “Won Kim is not much help” regarding incomplete or possibly even fringe science.

The strange energies I felt in my dream carried over into waking life and I still feel them slightly (it is a very pleasant body-wide sensation), with a very subtle sound-shifting (from a nearly inaudible buzzing to more of a white-noise effect) - which I think is mostly only due to how certain muscles are either tensed or relaxed as this has always been the case with me physically. Turning my head to either fully left or fully right and flexing my neck muscles a little bit immediately causes me to hear loud high-frequency ringing in either ear (the ear of the direction I turn to). I assume that is normal for most people as I did not question it even when little (but my hearing was tested as being unusually better than average when I was young - even had to do the test a couple more times as they did not seem to believe the results - my wife had the exact same experience, so I guess it happens a lot - it is simply when you wear headphones and raise your hand when you hear a particular tone). This was likely also related to how I was sleeping, as the tension and relaxation levels of all muscles in the body always seems to change the background “white noise” frequencies in my hearing (even moving and tensing my feet and toes).

Important Wikipedia LINKS for the curious:

Necker Cube

Hilbert Space

Spherical harmonics

Quantum geometry (general)

I can only remember some things about this dream. It was about me, my Mom, my Dad, My sister, My niece, My nephew and my sister which had another baby which she does not have in real life. It was Christmas time and we had to do a challenge which lasted the whole month of December. We had to not celebrate Christmas and not talk about it! I did not want to do it but we had to do it for the TV. There was a HUGE Christmas tree and our TV was HUGE! I think we was tiny in this dream. I cant remember what happened after that but once we had done the challenge we was watching other people doing the challenge from a skyscraper. They were decorating this huge Christmas tree which we had to do before we done the challenge too. I was scared because we was sitting on the edge of a skyscraper and we could fall at any time. My Mom who is afraid of heights actually enjoyed it which is really weird because that she has a phobia of heights! My sister put the baby on the edge of the skyscraper too which is really silly. I almost fell and slipped once and that scared me even more. I fell off the skyscraper and was holding on and trying to climb up but I couldn't. Eventually my Mom and my sister helped pull me up. I was really scared and then I woke up. This was a really weird dream.

Third-person

Hanging out with Wil Wheaton
I'm watching something about Wil Wheaton. For his birthday, he decided to show up at his favorite diner wearing a sandwich outfit. The video I'm watching is taken from inside the diner, starting right before he arrives. The place is packed with people eating, and waitresses are wandering around, serving people. One of them sees him, goes rigid for a moment, then goes all crazy fan-girl, pointing and screaming. The other waitresses go nuts moments after. The patrons take longer to notice him - some are amused, some confused, some are unbelieving ("that can't really be him"). A few patrons and at least one waitress have their phones out now, taking pictures of him. The video I'm watching still isn't actually showing him.

Now I'm watching Wil and one of his friends sitting at the bar. At first, I assume that even though the restaurant was packed, they somehow made room for him; then I realize that the restaurant is nearly empty, and I'm a bit confused. He's dressed normally now, with no sign of the sandwich suit. He and his friend are talking about random stuff, including the mountain the diner is on. Wil says the mountain is epic, but the friend counters that there's a very specific definition of an epic mountain, and this isn't one. It's in the Rocky Mountains, but it's not epic.

Now I'm talking with him. I tell him that earlier an older man was saying that this mountain really IS an epic mountain, that it fits the definition perfectly even though it's in the Rockies. Wil is excited and can't wait to spring it on his other friend, since that friend hates surprises, puzzles, or being wrong.

Now the other friend is sitting with us. Wil decides to give him a logic puzzle, but he's having trouble getting it out. He gets it started (a next-in-sequence question) with "five is fourty-five, six is, uh ..." and I complete with fifty-four, seven is sixty-three, eight is seventy-two. Wil thinks about it for a moment, then is disappointed, realizing he'd meant to offset the low numbers by one, so that four would be fourty-five, five would be fifty-four, etc.

Now the three of us are standing on the ground, outside, next to a fence. The outer fence is an attractive wrought-iron; the inner fence is a mesh carrying a high voltage. We've got wire snips and are reaching through the iron fence to snip the electric mesh. Wil isn't sure it really is electrified, so he sticks his tongue out to touch one of the wires we've snipped, and a spark arcs to his tongue. He confirms that it is, in fact, electrified. The shock doesn't seem to bother him at all.

After we've been at it for a while, the other two guys decide it's been long enough and decide to pack up. I want to do it for a few more minutes, but they hear something and say that it may be the police. They quickly grab their packs and head off. I try to pack up to follow them, but I'm having trouble getting everything in my backpack: the pillows and bedding just aren't fitting right. Eventually, I manage to cram just about everything inside, though I can't close the zippers. I start walking in the direction the other two went - but now I'm not walking outside next to a fence, I'm walking down a hallway in a large hotel suite. I come out into a family room near the entrance to the suite and find my family playing.


A mage's success
A mage has ascended through a castle, mastering its puzzles and traps, and has been rewarded with thirteen kinds of magic, including "age" and "convenience." As she's walking back down through the castle, talking with the ancient caretaker, I know she's going to use the age magic on him to make him younger again. They pass by a microwave covered in dust and cobwebs, and I know that it was made long ago with convenience magic, though the making of it has long been forgotten.

Now I see them in the castle's bell tower. The mage is present, though I don't actually see her; the caretaker is now a middle-aged woman with strong features - I notice the age shift but not the gender shift. I wonder about whether the mage will make any of the caretaker's family or friends younger, but I realize that no matter how many or how few people are changed that the ripples of sadness from death and general confusion will be huge.

There are two teams of people in the bell tower switching off shifts of waiting in case the bells need to be rung. There's a rack of eight bells with one person assigned to each bell. They seem to expect to ring them individually and to have control over the timings; but the bells are huge, as big as each person, and I know there's no way they can have that level of control. I think they must not know how the system works, since there should be a single master pull that moves the bell frame and causes them all to ring.


Analysis
Dreamsigns:
* Clumsiness, things not working out right

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Was doing WILD but got only as far as brief vivid HH/start of dream where i was in the chair in my room and there was a weird person to the right.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some tactic multiplayer game where we were fighting enemies while grouping in squads.

Dream 2:

I slowly wake up and looking that i am in different room, realize that i am dreaming. Dad is in the chair near window, looking out of it, he disappears as i briefly look around. Then i think to phase through window again but then remember that i wanted to practice teleport more. I look around for clear wall surface suitable for phasethrough/teleport but dream shortly just ends.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some game and there were important statistics i was looking at.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing some game that was kinda mix of rts and fps, we were doing some research about hats and i was talking to some scientist dude. Then there was one enemy hiding on our base and spying and we had to take him out.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing starcraft 2 and there was a big battle.

First LD : [COLOR="#008080"]I am in my apartment when I suddenly feel like I'm dreaming. I make a RC and realize I'm dreaming.I look around and I do lots and lots of stabilization just to be sure. I jump out the window and yell for a person. I keep searching and searching when I suddenly see Michael from RT. I jump on his back and tell him if he can go to Gavin. He nods then he goes to this weird-looking apartment.I see Gavin and other people from RT there. I jump on Gavin and that's all I remember.[/COLOR]
2nd LD : [COLOR="#008080"]I woke up from the LD and I know I'm in a FA so I do a RC and realize I'm dreaming.My phone rings and I get it out of my pocket and answer. It's a guy from my class telling me that a tornado will come. I look outside the window and see a tornado coming. The dream then skips to me being in the same apartment I was in the first LD. I tell everyone that we should celebrate because I got lucid.[/COLOR]

I can't remember much, the memory is hardly there, but I did have a lucid dream last night. Man it feels like I haven't been lucid in forever.
All I can remember was that I was lucid, and I was in some forest area, daytime, summertime. slowly making my way down a path. As I did, I conversed with various dream characters. One of them being Lia. I can't remember what I talked about with anyone.