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Bedtime: 12:20
WBTB: no
Aids: none
Recall: High
Vividness: Medium
Awesome Factor: Low

Sister and I are somewhere. Looks like a very open, one-floor apartment/house.
It doesn't feel like its supposed to be ours, but Dad has his office set up in one corner. I notice a paper lying amongst his things, which turns out to be a message from a mystery cousin who wanted to know something (if he should come?/something about us going on vacation?). The note says something to the effect that he wishes he could visit us/go on vacation with us (I feel like there was some vacation talk in all of this, but I'm not sure).

I start to question Dad and somehow it turns out the cousin is unable to come because his actions are monitored. I somehow draw a comparison between someone else I know about and the cousin, and figure out he's part of the Russian mafia and doesn't have relations with us for our protection (we can't know he's working for them).

I think this is the point at which we go outside. We seem to have gone our the back of the building. There is grass and some very low hills. Maybe some trees. Kinda looks like it did going out the back of my high school.

Anyway, I feel very smart for figuring all of this out and exclaim to Dad and Sister that I know why cousin can't come see us. At that moment I realize I shouldn't have said that, and I say that I shouldn't have said that because "they" might be listening. Dad agrees and suddenly this mystery cousin appears out of nowhere. He is around my age, medium height/build, chin-length dark blond/light brown hair. I think he's wearing a flannel shirt.

I don't remember what/if anything transpires once he makes his appearance.

*There was a documentary about mafia and gangs on TV over the weekend.
I didn watch it, but heard bits and pieces as I went about my business.

very vivid imagery of shopping for clothes!

there was a big smash tournament. me and sheridan got really far in doubles. i was playing marth, and it felt like i was using the joystick of a ps2 controller. "watch, my marth and doc are about to be sick." i remember beating a double fox team on pokemon stadium, lots of chaingrabs, and doing two neutral B's--the first one to catch his full illusion, the second one to get the shorten.

the next morning i was clothes shopping with my dad. sunny outside. I was at a store with all the things i wanted: a comfortable, heat-resistant flannel shirt, new colorful shoes that were stylish and comfortable too. talking to the guy who was closing the store. i had to be back at the smash tourney to finish my matches, but i figured the clothes were more important. I picked out a pair of black nikes, while he got me some converse in my size. too much cushion, though; it rolled under when i walked. he talked about rock climbing: "rock climbers love these Brooks. Less padding, and they're great for slabs too." I put them on, walk around, run a bit. great.

the coolest thing was the vividness with which i saw the clothes. i got the colors down and the patterns and everything--different flannels, with different size checkered patterns, and different shoes too. at one point my hair was super messy, but it was funny anyways. i figured i'd just buy a hat and then go back to the tourney

My favorite game's name is Kerbal Space Program. Its where you send little green men into space. I dream about it sometimes, and this time it felt as real as anything.

Length: ~1 hour
Type: Non-lucid

I started dreaming when a countdown was happening, I looked around and I figured I was in a spaceship of some sort. The dream then skipped to where we were in orbit around the Earth, and coming in to crash into another spaceship of some sort. I started screaming and pounding on the ship. The person next to me looked kind of like a James Bond type character. I started thinking about that, it seemed strange, and then that woke me up.

Prepare for a very weird dream alright?

Ready?

Good!

Length: ~2 hours
Type: Non-lucid

I was in my brother's room looking at a bomb sort of device, with five counters going down. I can't remember the numbers. They counted down, then my house exploded.

Then I was transported or something to a metal room with the same bomb like device, this time I knew what would happen. I pounded on the doors but no body came to help me, then that room exploded.

I was transported or something back to my house, and I was in my closet looking at the same bomb. I told my family to go out and wait by our mailbox (which was a long ways away mind you). I tried fingering at the bomb when my brother walked in, I told him to get out but he said he would only do it if I did too. The clock on the bomb was at 00002 and I ran out with my brother, then I saw my family playing 20 questions or something like that, and I asked if I could play too. I felt guilty because that would mean they had to start over again. Then the house exploded and I woke up.

Last night I tried WILDing because I have little in the way of dream success lately

I was perfectly comfortable. I tried the novel way of focussing on the tinnitus I have (and it seemed unusually loud...if it was like that all the time I think it would start to get to me) My arms became heavy and my hands had a slight pins and needles feeling (my arms were resting comfortably)

I get through the itchy tickley bit now by telling myself it's a stage on the road to LD. I began to feel hot and I switched the ceiling fan on low speed

I may have dozed off a couple of time because two hours passed very quickly. A few times times I felt that I couldn't breathe and I had to take really deep breaths (maximum chest expansion) and I never ever have to do that...and that was it really. I finally went back to bed


Is there ANYTHING in there that I could take comfort from? Should I have resisted the urge to breathe so deeply? (if that was even possible) and was I anywhere on the road to WILDing?

Wednesday, 6/19/13

last night bed 11:30

DR1 - 4:18am
I'm waiting in the line at the airport. Thinking they should have checked my passports already, before they check some other document. Then I see that the officer in front of me checks both. It's my turn. Another officer out of the both asks for my passport. I give it to him. He asks about an orange/blue piece of string he can see on my shoulder. I tell him it's from repairing the zipper on the pocket of my orange/blue jacket. And I also had other pockets reinforced. I know that may sound suspicious to him, and it does. Then they talk about codes on my ticket. It used to mean Budapest or Bratislava, but now it means Brussels. I guess those are the via airports.

DR 7:55am
I'm poor. Living with a poor family. We are going to look for a new place to live. It's in the basement of a school. We walk through halls full of students until we come to small, dark room, with dry leaves in the corner and on the small window that's up high, like a basement window would be.

Then we have people bringing some food items and shampoo and stuff. Sux to be poor.

06-19-2013 -- [This may have all been one dream or two or three that kind of flowed together. Either way, it works, so I am listing it as one dream.] I am in Buena Park near the mall, trying to walk to McDonald's to get some food, and mom is here catching a bus, so I just stop to kind of say hello. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people here, and when the bus stops, I am caught up in the crowd and kind of forced aboard. I don't have quite enough money for the fare and am afraid of getting in trouble, but the bus driver doesn't even seem to notice, and isn't worried about it.

I end up standing at the front of the bus, holding on to the railing and talking to the driver, though I am afraid he is going to be mad at the distraction. But he is explaining how they now routinely have security people on the bus watching everything else, so all the driver has to worry about is driving, and he can manage to talk to the passengers easily enough. I'm just kind of soaking it all in, learning what I can since I will soon be a bus driver myself. We just drive along, talking, though in the back of my mind I know I need to get off the bus soon, since I never planned to get on in the first place.

But somehow at some point the driver changes, and it is now a kind of large black woman (think Ros from Night Court or thereabouts) who is very late on the route, (like an hour or more) and is really stressing out about it. She has been ordered to just drive as fast as she can without stopping to let passengers on or off, so she can catch up with the route, which means I'm not able to get off the bus for quite a while. She finally makes it to Bolsa (which IIRC was actually out toward the beach, but in the dream is somewhere down near the Mall of Orange), which has her back on schedule, and we're finally able to exit, but she seems to take great joy in telling me there are no McDonald's in the area to eat at.

So I get off the bus, and find myself wondering how I am ever going to get back to Orlando, especially since I am in Washington or one of the Carolinas (no idea how, dream switch) but I find myself standing outside a fenced in back yard and listening to voices I recognize. Turns out I have found myself standing outside the back yard of the Kingslands. I can hear Chyanne and Cheryl talking, and soon Chy's mom appears and is walking toward me to let me into he back yard. Oddly enough, there seems to be no house, but she leads me down a ladder or some stairs into what almost seems to be a sort of storm cellar, which is where they live, now.

There are several puppies around, jumping all over people and licking them, and part of the discussion is about how they just got the kids backs (somehow in the dream they were taken away for a while, because of the overcrowding in the cellar, but it seems the issue was eventually resolved), and so they are running around, too. Chy is talking about how it happened because they were put under some sort of curse, and she is preparing a ritual to break the curse. It requires building a fire in the fire place with 42 sticks, and I am helping to put the sticks into the fireplace. I've just got the last of the 42 in there when Shane (is that right? Been a while) comes up with more sticks trying to add them. I try to stop him, but Chy explains there needs to be at least 42 sticks, but more will not hurt.

After that is finished, Chyanne and Cheryl are getting ready to go to work, and they work as seers, trying to tell the future for folks. But they are being sent to work in a small desert community, an area very different from where they usually work. As they are getting ready, Joel arrives home, and he is complaining about how his work has been forcing him to work next to a shoe store for the last few days, and today he almost caved in and went binge shoe shopping, an addiction he has been fighting against, as it caused their last bankruptcy. We're trying to convince him he doesn't need hundreds of fancy pairs of shoes. Leave that for the women.

So soon we're off at the desert, where the seers are somehow trying to stop and capture a gang of crooks. The whole thing is turning into a live version of Runescape, and this is part of a quest involving a lost desert that is separate from the Kharidian desert. We have to capture these thugs and take them back to the Kharidian desert, where we'll help set up a new 'gang' to challenge the current ones in the desert. It seems kind of like a human version of the See No Evil quest, where you reestablish monkeys in the desert. I can remember bits of the sawmill Runescape dream I had, and I think that quest somehow helped lead to this one. I've already done these, but I am glad to help my friends in completing these quests as well.

Oddly enough, the person who is going to lead this new gang is John Barrowman, who is a new Runescape player, though he hopes to advance well in the game. But oddly, he took the acting job of leading this gang without realizing it was part of a Runescape quest, so I get to explain it to him. He's been given a script to work with, and I am glancing at it, and it is actually a sort of a Runescape encyclopedia, about three inches thick, filled with hundreds of pages of small print, explaining the entire history, content, and future plans for the desert storylines in Runescape.

There are two vans that are going to be used to transport the newly caught thugs back to the main desert, and John is driving one of them. Somebody from the Buena Park First Church of the Nazarene is driving the second one, and as we are getting ready to drive off, my friend Dale walks up. He explains he has been hired to be the 'security' person to keep an eye on the passengers for this trip. He also doesn't realize that this is all part of a Runescape quest, and I don't have the chance to tell him before we begin the trip.

So we're driving back to the main desert (or perhaps the Church in Buena Park, not sure which), and about halfway through the trip, Dale joins me in our van. He also has the big, thick encyclopedia, but he hasn't had any chance to read it. I am explaining how this is all a Runescape quest to both him and John Barrowman, and trying to get them ready for what is coming. I've been poking around in the thing, and realize that this quest will lead directly into the wonderful quest that I dreamed about a few months ago, that involve setting up the new gang, and in the process, infiltrating a temple in the desert, dedicated to sexual adventures. (That was a very pleasant dream, though I don't know if it ever got posted.) I'm thinking to myself that John will greatly enjoy that quest, and also probably be very popular in it, but I am wondering how much Dale is not going to like possibly being involved in the one and only x-rated Runescape quest.

We're nearly there (at the corner of Orangethorpe and Stanton, I think) when we have a blowout on the vehicle we're driving, and John pulls us into a service station where they can change the tire. The vehicle we're driving has changed from a van to either a bus or a big rig (or possibly one of those odd buses that is a big rig) and the thing is being jacked up very high to work on it. Oddly, though the blown tire is removed easily, getting the replacement tire on the rim seems to involve having all the new thugs hold the tire against the rim, and then run it as hard and as fast as they can against a wall, trying to force the tire onto the rim. Very odd method of trying to do it.

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06-19-2013 -- [Almost forgot this one, then it popped back into mind.] I find myself at Fullerton College in the 500 building, in a very weird situation. It is half college, half high school. I am both attending the school as a student, and getting ready to do some teaching. Outside the building, I run into Julie Davey, my journalism professor, and she is both attending as a student and teaching as well.

Part of the high school thing is a daily class schedule, as opposed to the M-W-F and T-Th style schedules, and there is a math class that is first period, and I am hoping to make it on time and manage to pass the class for once, but almost immediately, I find myself with Julie as she is about to lead us in to a tour of the remodeled Hornet Newspaper office (I've dreampt of the remodeling several times, recently), except I look away for a moment and have fallen way behind, as she leads new students through different parts of the tour.

I am standing by Julie's office, while she is down the hall showing off the basic journalism classroom (518, was it?), before she comes back to the Hornet office (which is the expanded room 512). Though the main room of the Hornet is about the same size as always, the small rooms all have doors and are much larger than they used to be. Julie's office is also much larger. So somehow I am almost more of a visitor than part of the newspaper staff, and I don't know most of the staff, as it seems to be a new generation, but I am still hoping to end up doing some stories and full-page spreads, as I just kind of wander around the rooms.

19.06.2013

RV Road Trip (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

* Running around on a river bank which leads to the ocean watching sea turtles hatch and find their way to the water. End up helping one who keeps going in the opposite direction of the water. But every time I place it in the water it crawls back out... In the midst of this frustration the river quickly starts to evaporate before my eyes, and I'm taken by an individual (who I think is Sonya) and we literally fly over the bottom of the river bed and watch all the different plant life as we head towards the ocean. I see anemone and interesting plants I have never seen before with dish like structures attached to their stem and a pool of bacteria cultures contained within them.

-Dream fades-

* Pulling and RV Riding in the back of a black car with the notions of going through San Antonio on a beach vacation. And trying to keep from being seen by a a guy who looks like Christopher Walken. Following another RV out of a populated gas station but only get a few feet when we realize we forgot to fill up, so we see a gas station which appears to be in the middle of nowhere and stop to fill up our RV. We get a call from the other people in the RV ahead of us saying that it's not safe and that "he" will find you. They tell us to drop everything and catch up with them but it's too late. I think the notion is crazy as is and instruct whoever is with me to keep at it.

-Dream fades- (Vague memories of flying criss-cross between the high overpasses of San Antonio but against my own will.)

* Arrive at the entrance to the beach which has high sand walls on either side for miles. The only entrance is blocked off and the guy who looks like Christopher Walken (the bad guy who allegedly abducted us) has us tunneling underneath. He ultimately gets us trapped in a big, sandy underground cave buy pulling an window unit air conditioner out of the only entrance/exit to the cave. I wake up trying to dig my way out again.

Comment: Stuff has been piling up and I just don't have enough time to properly journal, so here is a summary of the notable things during the last few days.

Sleep quality: I guess the caffeine frenzy of last week is taking it's toll and as I have been very sleepy in the last few days, to the point where I just can't do a proper WBTB

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Date: 16 June

pre bed: brain multivits

The key words never made it to a proper journal entry. This is the second time I take those multivits, they have increased vividness, and added some unpleasant dreams and aggressive DC behavior, similar to last time I took them but a bit less emotional. I also had a guest related FA with unpleasant contents, after I was woken up by guest that came for the weekend.

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Date: 17 June

pre bed: SJW

WBTB: p.oil capsules, 1/2 latte

Pre wbtb dream1: From the notes "Obe" and some other word I can't read. I checked with my feelings, and I get nothing. It is very unlikely that this was Obe/lucid, so this doesn't qualify even as suspicious.

Fragment2: I am looking through the HI lights but they are in the dream. I am able to see some events form in the lights/fog and conclude that I have developed special abilities irl.

WBTB: I was very sleepy and spent less that the desired time out of bed, so couldn't quite wake myself up. Fell asleep too fast.

Dream3: This dream was very long and vivid. I am first in some kind of bar talking to an interesting (in a non-sexual way) DC, that resembles a friend of mine, but he turns out gay and doesn't want to pay me any attention after the truth about him comes out? It is the middle of the night so I head home in some unknown city, have a difficult time finding my way back, but conclude it is because I am drunk.

I keep on roaming these unfamiliar streets, trying to find some transportation when I run into an old friend of mine. We have a very realistic conversation, and it feels like I am talking to the real person. It is quite late but he invites me to join them in another place where we can continue drinking. I look at my phone, that looks quite normal to see what time it is. Me and old friend are going to someplace but end up instead in the house of a female DC that starts seducing my friend. I try to leave the place and get my friend out of there.

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Date: 18 June

Comments: I was sleeping very heavily again, got short-ld that I count as micro ld just before final wake

Mini-ld: I find myself in a room attracted to an unpleasant male DC. This looks very suspicious and I realize this is a dream. Unfortunately my impulses are stronger than me and I still decide to go ahead after doing a RC and taking some precautionary measures.

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Date: 19 June

Comments: decided to take a break from journaling, WBTB, etc.

Dream quality and recall: vivid, recall of the last dreams was good

Dream1 micro -ld: I am on the street and lucid. Something that I hold in my hand draws my attention, it is a spherical object, the size of a tenis-ball. Didn't have much chance to look at it because this thing although a hard object is actually alive and somewhat aggressive, so I grasp with with all force, trying to move my hand and just throw it away. This is not possible because the object is very strong and has gravitational heaviness. I think I wake up after some struggle, then fall back to sleep.

Dream2: interesting story about some girl

Dream3: long vivid dream of me in some city

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Progress with goals as the 19th morning:

- Do 100 RCs (23/100)
- notice real life DS 100 times and RC (19/100)
- 10 proper WBTB attempts -> days (8/10)
- 10 morning RCs (6/10)
- 2 proper WILD attempts (1/2)
- task flexibility
- journal flexibility

LDs: 12 (official count)
micro-lds: 7 (not counted)
suspicious events: 3 (not counted)

Date: 15 June

Total sleep time: 6hrs<

Fragment1: I am sure this was lucid. Had the impression of an interesting dream that I was witnessing, the only visual I remember is some golden object. (category suspicious)

Fragment2: My friend who is not in this world anymore is alive in the dream. I get confused, accept that this is true state of things and wonder why do I always dream that she died? I decide not to tell her about it.

WBTB: 1/2 latte, lecithin and B-complex, trouble falling asleep

micro-WILD: I finally fall asleep and a scene begins to form around me. I am in my hometown, on one of the main streets. I appear in front of a guy that looks like an old friend of mine a bit. I try to stabilize and move my hands to grab the guy, but it doesn't quite work. The dream has no sound and is very unstable, I feel it slipping away. As I am going slowly back to the void/bed, I notice that voices can be heard. They sound very similar to voices of from a mystery type of ghost movie, I find them fascinating.

Recalled the dream and had some unconscious sleep, woke up and couldn't sleep anymore.

Not included in off. count

1. Traveling down an old run down street in the back of a sedan. A guy was giving me a tour of a housing project. The homes were dilapidated and falling apart. Unlivable really. At the end of the development were a few new town homes. They were slowly making the place nice. But it was gonna take a while to accomplish it all.

2. I was shopping in an Italian market/deli. The owner was worried about something so I stopped at the counter to help. She needed assistance getting a shipment of food. she had the money to pay for it. But she was working alone and couldn't be at the register and the loading dock at the same time. So met the delivery man and signed for the shipment.

3. My family and I were living in a run down house with lots of rooms. We began rearranging the furniture to make things look better. Everyone was happy and smiling.

Dream recall from today's nap, due to chat distractions went to nap later than usual and managed to still get lucid.
Didn't remembered much waking life memory though.

I am randomly walking around my room, thinking about something, then i suddenly have the feeling of dream, i go to balcony, rub hands, jump off, and start flying, i feel wings. There are alot of DCs, much more than usual, walking around the wide street, i fly around some of them and shove them to the side, then i fly above the street and think about summoning something as i fly around the corner of the street, then after a while dream fades out.

Morning of June 19, 2013. Wednesday.



This is a long convoluted dream with the main theme being the Rapture (as in being lifted or teleported into Heaven, which some Christians apparently believe). It combines humor, movie-like scenarios, and erratic confusion of words and ideas that only a dream can hopelessly distort so thoroughly, yet which still leaves an overall good feeling, as it colored my mood in a very cheerful way.

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Firstly, I find out about and focus on a few ideas I had not known or at least not thought about much before. In my dream, the “Rapture” is called, or related to, the “Prodigy”. In my dream, I look up the word “prodigy” (liminally recalling it has nothing to do with anything ominous), but find a wrong meaning in two different dictionaries. One entry reads as “Of or relating to the time period from ages 8 to 8 years”. Another entry in a different dictionary reads as “8-8”. So, “prodigy” supposedly only means an eight-year-old child in my dream (and for some reason, I know it means a boy only). It is amusing that the one age was unnecessarily shown as a span.

On an important side note, even though I was certain that the word “prodigy” was only associated with a child with a special talent, I looked it up and found another (apparently no longer used) meaning being “something regarded as of prophetic significance”, something I did not consciously know or remember, so this is possibly postcognitive, though I might have seen this meaning before and not remembered.

There is also some nonsense with a different word; “accolade” (associated with “livestock accolade”, which I have not heard before in real life). According to my dream, this is when God will lift up sheep, horses, cows, and other domestic farm animals into the sky during the animal part of the Rapture, before he gathers the humans.

In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna is still a child, though has a flock of sheep in Nimbin on a large area of farmland. She has something written in red on her left heel, which may be “prodigy” or “rapture” or possibly another word (though reading in dreams typically results in the letters or words changing when looking at them again). When her sheep are lifted into the sky and they vanish into the clouds, she seems concerned, as her family seems angry at her for having “lost” them. However, a short time later, people witness cows being “Raptured” - or make that, only one cow, with great difficulty. Although some of the other cows are lifted by the invisible force and hover a bit, they are soon all dropped but one. The baffled people look on as the one cow swirls around seemingly experiencing a fair amount of stress and never does make it up into the clouds. So much for the Cow Rapture. People, even the religious ones in the fields, start looking a bit concerned as if they do not quite know what they are in for and some even sneak out of the area.

There is another scene where I am in a large van in Nimbin with young Zsuzsanna and her family (and her family’s friends). (I am not sure if it is the one her mother painted dolphins on, but it may be.) I am the only one being “Raptured” at the time for some reason (perhaps because I am from the future as I now begin to contemplate as such), and people are asking me, if I come back from the Rapture, to tell them what happened.

However, as I am inside the van, its ceiling seems to be made of “frozen rain clouds”. I keep rising up, crashing through the ice of the frozen clouds, and going back down a short distance as I hover a bit, and each time, large amounts of cold water fall down upon me and the others inside the van, releasing the “rain” in larger, more compact streams. This continues for what seems a long time. I am facing downward with my arms out a bit, and after time passes, it feels more and more exhilarating, with an extremely vivid and wonderful sense of weight and momentum and cooler temperature of the kind I very much enjoy on a hot day. I start to wonder if I will eventually go out through the roof of the van or if all the “rainwater” will eventually be released from out of the doors of the van (though there is no indication of water rising inside the van). As I float up and down, I hit the ice at various levels of strength each time. At this point, it feels somewhat like a standard flying dream, not nearly as unfettered yet more thrilling in some ways. It continues until I slowly wake, feeling rejuvenated.

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(Of course, this is a vestibular system correlation waking process as is typical of many of my dreams; an average of more than one per sleep cycle, in fact. The van is an autosymbolic extension of my physical body as singular vehicles usually are. Concerning the flying cows, there was possibly influence from the flying cow scenes in “Twister” and “The Wizard of Oz”, and possibly even influence from the nursery rhyme line, “the cow jumped over the moon”, as there seemed to be influence from “Little Bo Peep” as well.)

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Morning of June 19, 2013. Wednesday.



This dream uses a fairly recurring idea of human remains being inside a couch (sometimes inside the cushions).

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In my dream, I am sharing a place with the actor from the television series “Lost”, Josh Holloway, that I vaguely dreamt of only once before as his Sawyer character (in a representation of Tom Sawyer in that particular dream). In this dream he is also his Sawyer character, but instead, named Sylvester (even after waking, “Sylvester” seemed to be his “real” name or “identify”). The apartment seems to be one I had in real life at King Street when I was in my late teens, the one where I also had a noisy refrigerator in one of two larger closets and which was an “expensive” $25.00 a week. (I had, in total, three different apartments in that large historical house during those years; the smaller L-shaped one in back, the one in front with the rocket-like cupola on the east side, and a larger one near the middle of the building as in this dream.)

He is sleeping on the couch in our apartment, but wakes up because the couch seems to be moving inside. A large nail is sort of moving out from its position along the top area of the frame of the seat area in front, near the middle, but closer to the west end. This is very mysterious as if from some sort of ghostly activity. The nail slowly moves out as if representing some sort of approaching eerie revelation. Sylvester seems a bit nervous. I mostly find it curious and not really frightening in any way.

Eventually, there are bluish-green fingers visible, of a sort of ghostly nature that continue to work in moving the nail. The fingers are the only thing that is visible at the time, seeming to come out of the surface of the wood around the nail. (Some sort of odd play on “fingernail”?)

A little later, the east arm of the couch opens up from the front (I think we both may have pulled the upholstery off) - on my left when facing the couch - showing it to be somewhat like a two-level shelf. The bottom area holds a human skull, the second “shelf” or part of the internal couch frame holds a bowl of old human eyes and hair, and a skeletal hand is also inside the arm.

Sylvester is rather alarmed and of course, people must be told. There is no idea at all of whom it may have been or what happened. I am thinking that the bluish-green hand may be part of an arm that was kept in another part of the couch and acting somewhat like ghostly “remains”.

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It is easy to determine here that the “ghost” inside the couch (a dream sign, as one can sleep on a couch) is a subliminal distorted perception of my sleeping body. But why Josh and why is he called Sylvester? He played a character that was on an island (dream state within sleep as water represents sleep). I associate the name Sylvester with the cartoon character Sylvester the Cat. A cat is a circadian rhythms feature (as well as a liminal space element) typically based on nighttime activities (such as dreaming). (Even though a cat seems to sleep a lot, they are of course active in the daytime.) The skull on the shelf represents lesser critical thinking skills (such as reading books) while in the dream state.

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1. [non-lucid][3rd person] {From a WILD or WBTB this morning after I woke}
I was learning to fly, there was some girl teaching me how to do it. So I tried the first time and steam was created beneath me, only lifted a few cm off the ground. The girl teaching me (lets just call her G for now) said try harder, so I concentrated and lifted a few feet ((pillars of steam shoot out of my feet) I was ecstatic at this point). G said give it more power. While in the air I said TNT (there was a sudden burst of fire & steam) and it gave me a boost so I said it again, G shouting more, I then decided to say "Infinite TNT" and away I went I was flying (Steam and fire was bellowing out of my feet), G was joyful at my success. I flew for a few minutes then lost control and fell, the dream ended.

G I think was the witch from a dream i had the other night. Maybe shes my dream guide.

This was not a lucid dream but I am very happy to remember it.

Fragments:
Standing with my Nan, across the road is a pizza restaurant, all of a sudden the whole street became lit as all the lights came on, the pizza place had a green sign.