Morning of February 9, 1971. Tuesday. Dream #: 1,513-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. I am at West Elementary School in Arcadia and walking to the building from the playground. I see lightning inside the main school building in the western area when looking north. Although it is a sunny morning, it is dark and stormy inside the classroom, though I do not see any of my schoolmates or teachers, only what appears to be a crude version of Doctor Frankenstein’s laboratory. Later, I am sitting in a taxi in the back seat on the left-hand side. The driver turns around and reveals himself to be Frankenstein’s monster. His name is Frank N. Stein, which I read on a card above the steering wheel, to its left. Nothing frightening happens. It seems more like a puzzling comedic event. The narrative is ambiguous, as even though I am getting a taxi home, the school day has not started yet. Now I ask for reasonable intelligence to understand how to decode this dream. Frankenstein’s monster awakened by way of electricity that could also be analogous to neuronal energy. It represents my own waking process and nothing more. The ambiguity of the narrative also correlates with the realization that I am not starting the school day because I am asleep. My dream’s influence was probably from Shock Armstrong, the late-night television horror host of “Shock Theatre” from Channel 13 in Tampa, Florida (from 1964-1968). (There was a similar scenario I saw in a humor magazine later in my life; a gag about the ID not looking like the driver).
Afternoon of May 24, 2020. Sunday. Reading time (optimized): 4 min. Fire, lightning, electricity, wiring, circuits, lasers, candles, lightbulbs, flashlights, headlights, sunbeams, and the sun are fundamental characteristic features of the cortical arousal of the waking process and represent the increase of neuronal energy and the emergence of consciousness for anyone who legitimately understands the dream state. Although the same transitions occur every sleep cycle, they stabilize with uniqueness in vivid liminal sleep-wake management. Here, I will include the modulatory factor in the upper case, a description of the relevant dream content, and the ultradian implication (with virtual or literal melatonin or serotonin mediation). My goal is to find correlations I had not previously noticed (to develop more clarity of mind, though, as there are more than 20,000 examples of this form of dream state management, it is not feasible to include more variables at this time. I may study them in pairs of variables at a later date, though I have found all major statistical curves and causal factors for most dream content over 50 years.) Before I describe the many unique and intriguing versions of this process, I will begin with including my lifelong activity of pulling myself out of undefined liminal space (that has no imagery and seems integrated with enigmatic space) by summoning an unseen candle, perceiving my emerging consciousness as a candle flame. When this happens as a result of sleep apnea (though which is rare), and no vestibular-cerebral handshake (viable body-mind agreement), it is the only type of dreaming experience where I feel genuine fear. Variations of it are rare. One variation occurred in December of 1969. In addition to sustaining my consciousness as the essence of a candle flame, I also absentmindedly summoned an unseen dragon that roared and breathed fire. (Undefined liminal space never contains imagery. Also, the duality as a result of being between dreaming space and waking space is far less in this state. That is likely what causes a sense of dread.) 19690519. FIRE. Toby and I rescue Brenda from her burning house, though it is erroneously on the school grounds. Dark, before dawn. (Includes audio near the waking point: “You boys are wonderful!”) 19710209. LIGHTNING. Frankenstein’s monster is the driver of a taxi I get into (though I do not notice until I am sitting in it in the back seat, left side). I see lightning flashing only inside the school in the early morning on a clear day. There is a sense of amusement rather than a threat. As a school is associated with learning, the lightning represents potential wakefulness and is analogous to the monster rising from his bed. The taxi is analogous with my physical body, of which I do not yet have control, as I am asleep in reality. Otherwise, summoning vehicles as I often do, is more about increasing my imaginary physicality to enhance and sustain the dream state. 19710516. LIGHTNING and FIRE. A bolt of lightning comes down and strikes a church belfry in the distance, setting it afire, while I am on the otherwise empty school grounds with my mother. Dark, before dawn. (Includes audio: I say, "It’s not my fault” to my mother.) It is essentially a visual and visually exaggerated version of the candle-lighting process. 19740127. SPARKS and FIRE. I am at my middle school with my GI Joe jeep, though it is erroneously a remote control toy (confused with my remote control orange Volkswagon). Low lighting in the cafeteria. At first, I seem to be operating it, but the narrative changes. Sparks and fire begin near the gas pedal when it stops, but it does not spread. A moving vehicle (analogous to the body) typically represents the anticipation of a vestibular-cerebral handshake, and I often summon vehicles in all modes of dreaming. The fire near the gas pedal anticipates atonia to myoclonus, which is often a spontaneous leg kick with waking. 19791106. FIRE. In a parking lot (management of liminality during an absent vestibular-cerebral handshake), I see a car erupt into flames as its unknown owner enters it (though I feel no emotion or sense of dread). Curiously, as a result, the car reveals what looks like an oversized human ribcage that had been its top and sides. Nighttime, low light. It is a direct validation that a vehicle is analogous to the human body. 19820905. ANTHROPOMORPHIC LIGHTNING (ELECTRICITY). Early morning setting. An imp, about a foot tall, lives inside the kitchen cabinet under the sink. He seems to be made of electricity, though he maintains a sketchy human form and monitors the plumbing (seemingly with the pipe missing). Although he seems mischievous, I do not feel threatened. Later, I see Earl in the back of a car in a parking lot (liminal space management). He is instead the disabled man from a real advertisement in which he had said, “I’m a little tired. I’m alright though,” when rising from the water in an Olympic-size pool. It ties in with how the “electric imp” was a simulacrum of melatonin mediation. (The clue is the statement “I’m a little tired,” though unspoken in the dream, meaning I am sleeping, as water signifies the dream state’s dynamics.) 19901209 FIRE. I see the front-left heating element on the stove catch fire for no discernible reason in the otherwise dark Loomis Street kitchen. I feel no sense of threat. (Audio: An unknown girl exclaims “Fire!”) This variation of the candle flame summoning has an association with the area underneath the stove element as a virtual portal deeper into dream space. 20160222. CANDLE FLAME. I summon a giant candle to undo the magic of a male cult leader. (Audio: “…and now a golden candle, taller than me, appears here.”) (My dream was extremely long with a complex narrative.) I include these detailed explanatory factors with each relevant series about my fundamental dreaming habits and their inherent dream-based meanings, so I can remove the more extensive redundancies from past entries (on my two main online dream journals), and keep this introductory page as a public reference for future entries.
In this dream, its the end of the world. The Apocalypse. The forces of evil lead by Lucifer, the deceiver have trapped my parents and I in this pit. Satan arrives and presses a button on top of the pit. Next, the pit starts filling up with acid! My parents and i embrace each other in a triangular shape. We love each other so much and share some final precious last words, prepared to die for our faith rather than cave in to evil. The acid starts to eat our legs, I fall first. I embrace my parents legs as the acid kills me. The light fades and I welcome the blissful release into the oblivion of darkness.... ...after dying, I end up in this simple square room with my dad! Amazed at being alive again and full of strong emotions, I look around the room. It has no furniture apart from a table in the middle with some chairs around it. A huge book is on top of the table. Its a book we have to write down our details on to register for the afterlife, heaven. "Dad, we don't deserve this....Where is mother, she didn't make it?..Why did God save us, why are we here!!!" I was full of questions and asked my Dad. "Son, God is merciful, so very merciful. God knows every heart. I woke up then really disturbed. The dream affected my emotions a lot! I still felt I had died. It was so real...
11 ОС. Поиск знакомой. (24 октября 2011) Я шел по дороге. Понял, что сплю. Подошел к зданию с колоннами. Попытался вызвать знакомую из-за колонны. Читал в реале метод - "вытягивание из-за угла". Не вышло. Зашел в здание. Народ, который до этого рядом со мной был, куда-то исчез. В комнате увидел шкаф. Вспомнил, что читал на форуме у другого пользователя: "Из закрытых пространств - шкаф, холодильник у меня вызывались агрессивные персонажи". Решил шкаф не трогать. Стал искать дверь. Двери не было видно. Стал разгребать хлам у стены. За хламом оказалась дверь. Просунул за дверь руку, и стал звать знакомую. Пытался ее представить. За руку меня так никто и не взял. Открыл дверь, и зашел внутрь. Оказался в белой комнате. На стене висело зеркало. Стал смотреть в отражение. Я был в черной футболке. Тут отражение уменьшило рост. Я тоже уменьшился. Стал примерно на голову ниже ростом. Нашел другую дверь. Снова стал звать знакомую. Почувствовал покалывание в пальцах. Но за руку опять никто не взял. За дверью оказался подъезд. Прошел по лестничной площадке до следующей двери. Представляю, что за дверью оказывается моя знакомая. Открываю дверь - знакомой нет. За дверью моя квартира. Захожу в квартиру. Прямо в стене комнаты еще одна дверь. Выхожу за нее - лестница. Затем снова моя квартира. Так несколько раз подряд. Попытался закрыть дверь квартиры на ключ, но это никак не получалось сделать. Так как замочная скважина была с внутренней стороны железной двери. Деревянной же двери не было вообще. Понял, что это бессмысленно, и выбросил ключ. Свернул в спальню. У меня на столе стоит блюдце с клубникой. Когда проснулся, понял, что стол во сне стоял старый. В реале мы его выкинули давно. Попробовал клубнику на вкус - горькая гадость! Пробую еще раз. При этом вспоминаю вкус клубники. Другое дело - почувствовал сладкую клубнику. Ягода таяла у меня во рту. Подхожу к окну. За окном летний день. И местность мне кажется очень красивой. Хотя вроде все то же самое, что и в реале. Подумал: "Сейчас не лето, а осень - значит это сон". Пошел в зал. При этом продолжал, есть клубнику. В зале она растворилась. Почувствовал изменение вкуса, перед тем, как клубника исчезла (соль чувствовалась). В зале попытался взлететь. Усилием мысли это сделать не получилось. Подпрыгнул - все равно не взлетел. Забрался на кресло и решил подпрыгнуть с него вверх. Не вышло - ноги прилипли к креслу. Перепрыгнул в длину с этого кресла на другое, а с другого кресла в коридор. Прыжок был длинный. В коридоре стоял парень. Я в него врезался, и он исчез. Заново вспомнил про свой план - найти знакомую. Решил в воздухе пальцем нарисовать дверь, чтобы она из нее вышла. На пару секунд возникла полупрозрачная дверь, но быстро исчезла. Тогда я решил вспомнить фотографию знакомой. Появилась фотография из контакта. Голограмма фотографии стала расти в размере. Сумел рассмотреть все детали фотографии. Но сама знакомая на фото не ожила. Вскоре голограмма исчезла. Вышел в подъезд. Снизу по ступенькам поднялась бабушка соседка. Решил ее превратить в знакомую. Какой-то парень подал мне полотенце. Я накинул полотенце на бабушку. Стал представлять, как она превращается в знакомую. Снял полотенце. На пару секунд увидел знакомую. Но тут же спрайт растворился в воздухе. Вернулся обратно в комнату. Там стоит эта бабушка соседка и улыбается. - А, это опять ты. А ну брысь отсюда! Соседка исчезает. Снова выхожу на лестничную площадку. Пытаюсь представить, что знакомая поднимается по ступенькам. Слышу шаги. Пришла знакомая, но не та, что я хотел. Хотя имена у этих знакомых одинаковые. Зашел вместе с ней в комнату, и тут же вышел обратно один в подъезд. Вижу одногруппницу и ее парня. Причём одногруппница без одежды. Я требую от них, чтобы они привели мне нужную знакомую. При этом размахиваю кулаком и стучу по полу. Кулак спокойно доставал до пола, хотя я не наклонялся. Называю реальный адрес знакомой. Голая одногруппница спиной отъезжает сквозь стену. Ее парень мне говорит: - И что ты думаешь, что она тебе ее приведет? Я понимаю, что этот парень, на самом деле не ее парень. Навожу на него палец и говорю: - Покажи мне свое истинное лицо. Лицо не изменилось. А вот из штанов у него выпал громадный хер. Дядюшка Фрейд отдыхает. Парень мне говорит, что меня зовет к телефону Анастасия Звягинцева. Когда проснулся, понял, что это фамилия автора книги, которую я тогда читал. Я пошел на кухню. Там у меня стоит телефон. По пути взял за руку знакомую 1. На кухне мы занялись с ней сексом. В процессе ее ноги превратились в рыбий хвост. Аля русалка. От увиденного проснулся. Выводы: 1. План найти знакомую провалился. 2. Метод двери не сработал. 3. Метод вытаскивания из-за угла тоже не сработал. 4. Визуализировать фотографию вышло лишь на пару секунд. 5. Попытка превратить другого персонажа провалилась. На пару секунд возник образ знакомой и исчез. 6. На пару секунд сумел нарисовать пальцем в воздухе дверь, но та быстро исчезла. 7. Изменилось отражение в зеркале - изменился я. 8. Клубника на вкус была гадостью, пока я не вспомнил настоящий вкус. 9. Еду мы во сне не глотаем - она тает во рту. 10. Взлететь не получилось. 11. Прыгнуть в высоту не вышло. Ноги прилипли к креслу. 12. Зато вышло далеко прыгнуть в длину. 13. Спрайты исчезают на глазах. 14. В процессе секса у знакомой появился рыбий хвост, как у русалки. Такого я явно не ожидал. 15. Место действия: Здание с колоннами, чужие квартиры, моя квартира. 16. Примерное время нахождения в ОСе - 12 минут. 11 LD. Search for a familiar. (October 24, 2011) I walked along the road. I realized that I was sleeping. I went to the building with columns. I tried to call a friend from behind the column. I read in real life the method - "pulling around the corner." It didn’t work out. I went into the building. The people who had been near me before disappeared. I saw a closet in the room. I remembered that I read on the forum from another user: "From enclosed spaces - a closet, a refrigerator, I called aggressive characters." I decided not to touch the closet. I began to look for the door. The door was not visible. I began to rake trash against the wall. There was a door behind the trash. I put my hand out the door and began to call my friend. I tried to imagine her. Nobody took my hand. I opened the door, and went inside. I ended up in a white room. A mirror hung on the wall. I began to look in reflection. I was in a black t-shirt. Here reflection reduced growth. I also declined. I became about a head taller. Found another door. Again I began to call a familiar. I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers. But again, no one took his hand. There was an entrance outside the door. I walked down the landing to the next door. I imagine that my familiar is at the door. I open the door - there is no familiar. Outside the door is my apartment. I go to the apartment. Right in the wall of the room is another door. I go out for her - the stairs. Then again my apartment. So several times in a row. I tried to close the door of the apartment with the key, but it could not be done. Since the keyhole was on the inside of the iron door. There was no wooden door at all. I realized that this was pointless, and threw away the key. I turned into the bedroom. On my table is a saucer with strawberries. When I woke up, I realized that the table in the dream was old. In real life, we threw him a long time ago. I tasted strawberries - bitter muck! I try again. At the same time, I remember the taste of strawberries. Another thing - I felt a sweet strawberry. The berry was melting in my mouth. I go to the window. Outside the window is a summer day. And the area seems very beautiful to me. Although everything seems to be the same as in real life. I thought: "Now is not summer, but autumn - it means it's a dream." I went to the hall. In this case, I continued to eat strawberries. In the hall it disappeared. I felt a change in taste before the strawberries disappeared (salt was felt). In the hall I tried to take off. By effort of thought, this did not work. Jumped - still did not take off. I climbed into the chair and decided to jump up from it. It didn’t work out - legs stuck to the chair. I jumped in length from this chair to another, and from another chair into the corridor. The jump was long. There was a guy in the hallway. I crashed into him and he disappeared. I remembered about my plan again - to find a familiar. I decided to draw a door in the air with my finger so that it would come out of it. For a couple of seconds, a translucent door appeared, but quickly disappeared. Then I decided to recall a photo of a familiar. A photo from the contact has appeared. The hologram of the photograph began to grow in size. I managed to consider all the details of the photo. But the familiar in the photo did not come to life. Soon the hologram disappeared. I went out into the staircase. From below, a old woman of a neighbor climbed the steps. I decided to turn it into a familliar. Some guy handed me a towel. I threw a towel on old woman. I began to imagine how she turns into a familiar. I took off the towel. For a couple of seconds I saw a familiar. But then the sprite dissolved in the air. Returned back to the room. This old woman is a neighbor standing there and smiling. - Ah, it's you again. Well, scatter from here! A neighbor disappears. I go out onto the landing again. I’m trying to imagine that a familiar is climbing the stairs. I hear the steps. A familiar girl came, but not the one I wanted. Although the names of these familiar are the same. I went into the room with her, and immediately went back alone to the entrance. I see a classmate and her boyfriend. Moreover, a classmate without clothes. I demand from them that they bring me the right familiar girl. At the same time, I wave my fist and knock on the floor. The fist calmly reached the floor, although I did not bend. I call the real address familiar. The naked classmate with her back drives off through the wall. Her boyfriend tells me: “And what do you think she will bring her to you?” I understand that this guy is not really her boyfriend. I put a finger on him and say: - Show me your true face. The face has not changed. But from his pants he dropped a huge dick. Uncle Freud is resting. The guy tells me that Anastasia Zvyagintseva is calling me on the phone. When I woke up, I realized that this is the name of the author of the book that I was reading then. I went to the kitchen. I have a phone there. On the way, I took the familiar 1. By the hand, we had sex with her in the kitchen. In the process, her legs turned into a fish tail. Ala the mermaid. I woke up from what I saw. Findings: 1. The plan to find a familliar has failed. 2. The door method did not work. 3. The pull-out method from around the corner also did not work. 4. It was only a couple of seconds to visualize the photo. 5. The attempt to transform another character failed. For a couple of seconds, the image of a friend appeared and disappeared. 6. For a couple of seconds I managed to draw a door in the air with my finger, but it quickly disappeared. 7. The reflection in the mirror has changed - I have changed. 8. Strawberries tasted disgusting until I remembered the real taste. 9. We do not swallow food in a dream - it melts in the mouth. 10. Take off did not work. 11. Jump in height did not work. Feet stuck to the chair. 12. But it turned out to jump far in length. 13. Sprites disappear before our eyes. 14. In the process of sex, a friend got a fish tail, like a mermaid. This I clearly did not expect. 15. Venue: Building with columns, other people's apartments, my apartment. 16. The approximate time spent in the LD is 12 minutes.
I am with Melissa at Dad’s. I say ‘at Dad’s’, but it looks like it is the kitchen and then absolutely nothing else around it, just kind of a barren expanse/void. It seems like it’s really early in the morning, and I’m making food and getting ready for work. I’m making spaghetti, and when I put the noodles in the pot Melissa mentions how there’s lots of ‘Zoe hair’. I think I just say ‘no’ because I don’t care or because I’m kind of embarrassed. It’s now ready and I’m putting it in two containers but also eating some because I realize I need breakfast, which leaves a smaller portion than I wanted. I look over and Melissa is scrolling through her phone. She takes a while to respond, or just doesn’t, which causes me to become very angry. I shove some of the tupperware, and then I can tell that she knows I’m irritated. I think I am only wearing boxers. I am on a plane with Makayla. It’s crowded and everyone wears a mask. She’s talking to a boy about her age and I amicably join. I am blissfully rising up and floating through a clear blue sky.
I think I am at work, but I am outside. It seems like I’m on the side of a two lane highway, and I think there are others here as well as a smaller building. I am walking through a small winding section where there is a white curtain/sheet hanging down. I hold it up for the few people behind me. The last two are a black couple that I recognize as shoplifters from JCP. The man sort of slipped by, but I saw the woman clearly, prompting me to look at the man again. (I’m not sure I actually recognize the woman - she is older, short, pudgy, with short hair). She looks mean and somewhat guilty. They keep walking, but I go up to them and tell them they can’t be here. We seem to be in a hallway, and they’re on the threshold of a room (it looks more like a house?). They don’t care what I say, and we end up cussing at each other. I grab at one of their backpacks, and it seems like the man is about to hit me. I give up and step away so I can just call PD. I am just going to call 911, but I can’t figure out how on this phone. The phone is small and has a small display. I scroll through the contacts and can’t find PD, which irritates me. I eventually find it and call, but it tells me the mailbox is full and hangs up on me. I guess nothing is going to happen then. A nice looking Hispanic family is walking this way now. I notice that the girl (probably around 8) is carrying two new looking somethings and covertly puts them into their car. The rest of the family members are carrying what looks like camping gear that they definitely didn’t pay for. I think the dad sees me looking and says to me “did you see that eagle?” because one flew by. I say yes, but don’t like how he’s trying to play off what they’re doing. I’m mad about this whole situation, but guess there’s nothing I can do. The other couple is coming out now. I try to get the plate on their orange car but can’t before they speed away.
Sunday Night, 5/3/20 Dreamt that I ended up in the ER due to some serious respiratory issues. They gave me a bed right next to a couple people infected with coronavirus. They looked like they could be dying from it. I asked the nurse if it was safe for me to be in the same room, especially in my weakened state. She told me it was fine and that "They're six feet apart!". I wasn't reassured, especially since it was more like two feet. Is this even a real hospital? I wondered. This isn't the right procedure. I then noticed there was no medical equipment anywhere, just cots. I laid there, fading in and out of consciousness, wondering if this was where I would die. At some point I found the strength to escape from the place when no one was looking. An involved plot followed where I got captured by a sociopathic serial killer in an abandoned industrial building. I managed to hold him down at one point but worried I wouldn't be able to maintain control of the situation until the police arrived. I don't think I did. The police did arrive, however. Three cops entered the building. I switched to the partial perspective of the lead detective, an older man close to retirement age. He/I instructed the others to split off and make a little noise to fake out the serial killer so he thought we were all approaching from a different side. Meanwhile I went off a different way as quietly as I could. The surprise ambush didn't work. The killer was holding a gun to the hostage, who was now actually a cat instead of a person. He gave me the ultimatum of taking a shot to the head to save the cat's life. I got the information that this cop was depressed and felt empty without his work to look forward to. He/I took the deal and for some reason I knew that the killer would adhere to the bargain... because he was just that particular brand of crazy. I somehow survived after taking four gunshots to the head. I was not in great shape, however, and knew I needed to seek medical attention. I staggered out of the building and into the forest at night, making my way down the path. I gradually became myself again. I came to a short, rustic stairway with a wooden railing. Around that area I noticed a few swarms of flies. I stopped and stared for a while from a distance. I wondered about what type of flies they might be and why they were swarming here. I crept closer to get a better look and discovered that there was a dead crow laying on its back and that's what had drawn the flies to the area. I stared at the crow for a few moments, then I stepped past it and continued a short distance along the path until I reached the edge of a college campus. The Narrator spoke, telling me that I was going to be alright. I turned my face to the sky as dawn was approaching and lifted up into the air, drifting above the campus. The Narrator gave me instructions on which direction to travel. It seemed odd to me that I was flying but I reasoned that I must be in some sort of virtual reality simulation. Yes, that's it, that's why I heard a voice. I figured. Spoiler for Additional Notes: The first part of the dream is likely at least partially a result of the shelter in place in waking life, although I hadn't been giving much attention to fears of getting sick, at least not on a conscious level. The serial killer was likely a result of watching a short documentary on a sociopath the day before. For me the end of the dream stood out the most: seeing the dead crow felt meaningful in some way, as did deciding to just walk past it and flying at dawn. Between the Narrator being present and the realization I could fly, this seemed like another almost lucid. Unfortunately my mind rationalized it away instead of questioning it further.
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I've been using some longer mantras lately and thought about how much the mantra actually does. I change it to a more simple mantra, "It's a dream, pinch your nose". I had two lucid dreams tonight so I guess it worked. I have been trying out the "summon a mirror and teleport through it skill" and I tried it out several times this night. I'm in our summer place on the upper floor. I think about flying out the window but I sense that the dream is not stable and I think that I will wake up if I do anything crazy right away. I walk down the stairs instead and say to myself "this is a dream". I walk out through the door and try to summon a mirror in front of me. I say "take me to the place I want to go to". As the mirror rises from the ground and I start to see what is in it I am not satisfied. There are several worms that look disgusting in the mirror. I don't enter the mirror and keep on walking to the waters instead. I'm walking outside our house and wonder if this is a dream, I think about it and don't find any reason why I would be walking the street outside my house. I do my RC and realize it's a dream. I summon a mirror and don't give the teleportation any directions. I walk in... I don't remember more but I think this next part is the same dream. I'm walking the streets in a medieval town. I start to walk behind someone and I think to myself that I should not walk so close to a stranger because they might think I am trying to kill them. I slow down and walk at a distance from the person in front of me. He pulls out a flintlock pistol with a long pipe and shoot on me. He misses and I run away. I have a long adventure and my friend Albin is next to me. We run all over the place. I don't remember what we run from and I come to a white room with people in it. I grow bored and realize it's a dream. I try to summon a mirror in front of me without giving it directions. The mirror rises from the ground and I start to see something through the mirror. I walk in and see all these trampolines but they are all a part of the ground. There are people I know there. I have read a post about someone who talked about being nice to your DCs so I start to say hi to those I know the name of. It's a little bit awkward when I don't know the name of a person. I come to the last trampoline and the people on it act as if I have jumped with them before. There are beartraps on the trampoline and they play a game where you are supposed to avoid the beartraps. They invite me to play with them but I don't want to. They want to show me a new game they have made. I stay a little bit longer as they show me. All the people are supposed to jump except one. The last one rams the trampoline from the side and those on the trampoline are supposed to avoid the beartraps as they move when the trampoline is rammed. I grow tired of this place and try to summon a mirror without directions. A mirror rises from the ground and there are weird patterns on it. Mostly black and white. My reflection is shown when I move my hand up close the mirror. I try to enter it but it won't let me. I think about how I can use another medium as a teleportation tool. I look along the wall next to me and see a starwars poster. Almost like an instinct I go to the poster and open it up from below. When I open it up it's black on the other side. I enter and as I do there are space ships flying past me. I fly and try to come to the space ships. I succeed and I am faster than the space ships. It's a feeling of freedom. (I just shivered when I thought of the feeling because it was really nice.)There are two space fleets. The "good guys" and the "bad guys". I notice who are the bad guys because they have a big ship and the good guys have many small ships instead. I fly really fast to the big ship. I come to it and stop. The other ships fly past me and I wait some time. When the ships are far ahead of me I fly as fast as I can to race with them. I fly a while and I'm not sure if I am able to win anymore. I get some extra speed and pull it of. I come past them and there is a planet ahead. I fly and accidentally crash with another small ship. I see the small ship crash landing and when I have a closer look on the crashing ship I see that Yoda is holding on to the falling ship on the outside of the ship. It looks as if he is having a hard time holding on to it. I think Anakin is in the inside of the crashing ship. I am suddenly in a ship and I am about to crash in the water. In the last second I am able to steer the ship up and as I do the ship touches the water. (This is in third person and I lose my lucidity around here) I fly some time and suddenly it is a video game. I hear my little brother's voice. He is asking William for tips how to clean up his base in the best way. My view is like a screen and I see that it is my little brother who plays because I hear his voice as he makes his decisions. William gives my brother some advice and they sound to be smart. The game is a blend between two games. Starcraft 2 and a "tidy up your home game". My brother is preparing his base for an attack and tidying away some litter on the ground from his base. The enemy comes and my brother manages to survive with only defensive structures. Possible recurring elements: Summer place, worms, walking outside my house, Albin, old classmates. Notes: It's soon summer vacation and my dreams are affected. That's why I dreamt about being in our summerplace. It's to bad that the first strategy didn't work. "Take me to the place I want to go to". I had nothing in mind and wanted the dream to surprise me. I wanted the dream to give me an answer to what I wanted to do in my dream. I have been walking close to my house a lot in the past nights. I think I dreamt about the medieval town because my brother played Assassin's Creed some months ago. The gun the man tried to shoot me with reminded me of Assassin's Creed anyways. I dreamed about the trampolines because our summerplace has a trampoline. I only remember Oliver from my last class in the trampolines. The beartraps comes from a game I play with my little brother, it's called Dead by Daylight. The flying was one of my best ones ever. I had almost no restrictions and went on full speed with full control. My cousin William had a Starwars marathon with some of his friends and I dreamt about Starwars because of that. Now after the dream I realize that the big ship that was on the "bad guys'" team actually was the good guys' ship in Starcraft 2. I dreamt about Yoda because he is a meme that me and David likes. It is natural for me to dream about someone asking William for advice since I think that he is really smart.
Updated 06-16-2020 at 03:17 PM by 97565
I woke up and had all these numbers in my head. I know the numbers came from my dream and that it is about my current math assignment but I don't remember the dream details at all. There were a lot of decimals.
Being stuck at home so much at the moment is really messing with my lucidity (or maybe my intention to lucid dream). But I'm slowly getting back into it; some short (semi-)lucid experiences and one incomplete WILD in the last few days. Now, the first full lucid dream in more than a month - even if it was very short. Woke up after only 3 hours of sleep and didn't feel sleepy at all. Took this as an opportunity to experiment once again, and put myself into a state of deep hypnosis. Used this to work through some things and progressively got more relaxed, after some time I fell back asleep. Next thing I remember is waking up again and thinking: "There'll probably be false awakenings....Like this?!" I tried to RC but everything was already so strange that the dream state was obvious: Looking around my field of view appeared somewhat limited and the whole room was tilted by 45°. Nevertheless, I got up and walked towards the door. This was quite difficult because I felt very groggy. I noticed my mother sitting on my bed and asking if I wasn't able to sleep (again...). Next, I felt pretty lightweight and so I started floating through the house. Once again I was astonished how realistic everthing can seem, e.g. when I slightly pinched my fingers in a door. Then, I got to the entrance and - without hestitation - proceeded to jump straight through the door. Interestingly, some part of me was surprised and got really scared by this action. I heard myself utter a fearful sound but didn't produce this neither in the dream nor in reality - as I woke up right away.
Awake|Dreaming|Lucid I used the mantra "I am going to wake up after each dream and remember it". I woke up four times tonight and wrote down my dreams when I woke up each time. "I know it's a dream but I feel obliged to help you!" I say to my brother in my room. He says something and I look behind my bed for important papers that are supposed to help me help my brother. I walk to the bathroom. I become more lucid and decide to do some experiments. I look on my fingers and they are almost normal, just a little bit small. I have wondered this week if I have my glasses on in my dreams. I got glasses two years ago and I'm not sure if my brain gives me glasses in my dreams so I check in the mirror. I don't have any glasses and my view gets a bit muddy. My brain understood that I didn't have my glasses and made my view bad. I block my view from the mirror with my hand and excpect the glasses to be on when I move my hand. When I move my hand I have glasses on me. But on the left side the glasses are inside my head. I adjust the glasses but my view gets even worse with the glasses on. I take of the glasses and my view turns back to normal. I fly over the city I live in and William appears, I ask him if he is my dream guide. He replies. "I am not your dream guide. dream guides are only for those who have mastered dreaming." I keep on walking. This dream was a little bit lucid but not that much. I am with my cousins who all eat cereals. I am the only one who don't eat. Some of them drink milk from baby bottles. Oskar asks me if I can sit next to him and I do. I put my chin to his baby chin and go back to my chair. I wake up in the night and test out WILD. I suddenly have my arms in another position and I think I moved them without noticing. But I realize I fell asleep and moved my arms in the sleep. I try to remember if I dreamed and remembered this dream. I'm sitting in the kitchen and mom is sitting next to me. There are some cookies on a plate on the table. Mom says that she got them free from her work. We eat them but I don't remembered the taste. I'm walking fast to school and see Max B on the way. Our eyes meet when we are about three meters away but I quickly move on. He's talking with his friends and I don't want to interact with them. Max is waiting for the train but I walk to the bus. We have a math assignment and I tell the buss driver about it. He says that he knows exactly how it feels and I feel comforted. The bus is driving to my old school Rosenfeldt. Possible recurring elements: My brother and chaos, my house, the city I live in, William, my cousins, school, math Notes: I have had the theme of my brother in chaos very much lately. Today I spent time with him. I read a dream journal about someone who had their dad as her dream guide. I also watched a TV episode about a person who is dreaming and talking with his dream guide. That's why I dreamt about dream guides. I am with my cousins very much and it is only natural for me to dream about them. My mom have brought cookies from her job sometimes in the past but not this year at all. I thought I saw Max B yesterday when I got my food from school but it was someone else I didn't know. That's why I dreamt about him. I have had a hard math assignment about proving a math theorem about matrixes and eigenvectors that I worked with a lot yesterday with. I proved it today and I'm so relieved.
Updated 05-28-2020 at 08:49 PM by 97565
Of One of Four Dolls Morning of May 28, 2020. Thursday. Dream #: 19,519-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min 30 sec. My dream’s initial setting is a unique variation of our current home (with much of my waking-life identity viably modeled), but the focus is mainly on a distortion of the second house from ours. (That house has been empty for a long time in waking life.) Zsuzsanna and I are going to go and look at the inside of the house. I remember it is smaller than ours, but in my dream, it is unrealistically inadequate at first. However, in the final scenario, the setting is a mostly empty lounge room that is bigger than our lounge room. When I am in the house in its lounge room (before it transitions to its larger size), I consider how the back room, as the house only seems to have two, has walls covered with an unusual dark material. It is somewhat like pairs of insect wings evenly and vertically covering all of the walls, additionally reminiscent of fish scales. It seems to be a result of the room being unused for so long, giving the impression of unsuitability for a potential tenant. I eventually notice four dolls standing in a row. Each is about a foot high. I focus my attention on one that represents a girl wearing roller skates. This precursor to the vestibular-cerebral handshake (the fundamental waking process to alert the sleeping mind to comprehend physical awareness to move and rise from bed) exponentially vivifies my dream, as is usually the case, even when witnessed rather than inherited. Although the doll can stand on its own, it seems to be somewhat rickety at first. There is a button below its chest that will activate it. When I press and rub it, the doll continues to quiver (which results in a vestibular-somatosensory-cerebral handshake, vivifying my dream to the next stage) but soon rolls away, moving in an arc. My auditory cortex becomes active as the final dynamic of the cortical handshake. The doll vividly speaks in a young female voice as it circles the room. “Ooh, I am moving. Ooh, what’s that? Ooh, it’s a box.” The doll bumps into an empty cardboard box that matches its height, though immediately turns, rolls a short distance, and bumps into another one opposite the first. I awake with a slightly shaky feeling from being overheated. Most dream content (excluding liminal and enigmatic integration as well as modulation by my conscious self identity) is always a unique rendering of the same waking processes, simple as that, that is, imaginary compensation for the vestibular-cerebral handshake (and as here, additional somatosensory cortex and auditory cortex activity). Ever since I was a child, it has remained mind-boggling that I have rarely seen anyone comprehend this no matter how clearly it has been explained and validated thousands of times since I first wrote extensively about dreams at age eight. I will present here another rundown on this in my 5,100th Internet entry. Dream content is fundamentally co-occurrent with the dream state. As explained many times before, “Similarly, he (Herbert Silberer) has shown that the conclusions of some dreams or some divisions in their content merely signify the dreamer’s own perception of his sleeping and waking…in persons who are gifted philosophically and accustomed to introspection it may become very evident.” It should be self-evident that the shaky doll was a simulacrum of my emerging awareness of my physicality that needed addressing. It was upright and on roller skates (in contrast to my concurrent physical status), with similarity to my “Annabelle” dreaming experience from March 4, 2020. In that instance, the doll was bigger. Additionally, I decided to wear roller skates to enjoy the vestibular experience. Now, some clarification to wrap it all up. Why was the activation button below the doll’s chest? It was because of co-occurrence with my mild indigestion, where I typically press on or rub the same area for some relief. Why was the doll on roller skates? This feature is the result of vestibular cortex activity that has not quite correlated with the emergence of my physical status during REM sleep (the same factor that causes sleep starts, in other words, the transition of atonia to myoclonus). What is with the empty cardboard boxes? They are concurrent with the absence of full cortical integration, as virtual walls always are in the dream state, and ultimately with every other factor of liminal modulation. (For example, one person told me how he crashes through a wall to wake himself, though I often use a virtual door, and one of my more vivid early childhood dreams ended with a bull crashing through a wall. There is no need to pretend it “means” something else.) What about the small room in the back with peculiar walls? I just explained what “walls” are, but the pairs of insect wings are more about a potential increase in neural energy. Their dormancy correlates with the absence of a cortical handshake and no anticipated myoclonus at that point. Why was the doll female? I am more likely to associate a doll with feminine attributes, even though it is an analogy of how my body does not move while sleeping. However, I have not done the thousands of correlations needed to confirm that vestibular simulacrums are more often female than male.
Updated 05-28-2020 at 10:40 AM by 1390
Dreamt that I talked to an old friend, like if we were friends again. I was suprised that they messaged me on discord all of a sudden, but we had a good time on catching up on eachother...we dug the battle axe. And everything was alright.
Monday Night, 4/27/20 I was playing in the ocean along with one or two companions. "Come on!" I said, rushing headfirst into the water, swimming as fast as I could. I was half experiencing, half simulating the ocean waves. Upon realizing there were no large waves crashing over me, I began to expect them which then led to their creation and my experience of having large waves tumble me about. The part of me that was scared was drowned out (no pun intended) by my overall sense that I was perfectly safe. A female friend came along with me past the large waves. We were then rapidly pulled far out to sea where the waters became deep and calm. My mind offered up a couple practical concerns. Aren't you worried about dangerous sea creatures the longer you're out here? How far off is land on the other side of this ocean? Won't you get tired of swimming and drown? I decided it was best not to think of dangerous sea creatures. I should simply focus on not splashing around too much. As to getting tired, I found I was able to easily swim at a fast pace with barely any effort. Later we transitioned to walking and gliding along the surface of the water. As night approached, the Narrator said that we would need a place to rest for the night. A dark blue door with orange trim around it appeared. I knew exactly what it was the moment I saw it. I opened it and we stepped through, into my room. Inside it was arranged a little differently than waking life, with bunk beds and a couple random piles of blankets, pillows, and sheets laying around, but it was still fully recognizable. I also found there was a second door which I could open to the rest of the house. I walked around in the upstairs hallway then went back into my room again. Strange. I thought, while my friend just seemed obsessed with playing in the blanket pile and rubbing her face against the pillows. I opened the blue door once again to see that, indeed, it still led right out to the middle of the ocean. "You can change where the door leads." The Narrator informed me. I closed the door and reopened it to try it out. It no longer led to the ocean, now it led to a random room. I closed it for good this time and prepared for sleep, though I don't think I actually did fall asleep. Spoiler for Additional Notes: This one was so close to becoming a lucid dream. I had the awareness of dream control abilities, noticed the oddness of what I was observing, and then there was the presence of the Narrator dropping hints. The Narrator is a disembodied voice that shows up surprisingly often in my dreams and I've referred to it as my subconscious in the past. I'm starting to notice a clear pattern where it shows up when I'm either lucid already or I'm very close to becoming lucid. The ocean is another pre-existing dream sign of mine that's been showing up a lot lately. My relationship to the waves in dreams has gone through an interesting progression over the course of 20+ years of having those recurring dreams, but that's a post for another time. Apparently I'm plunging headfirst into them now.
10 ОС. Конец света. (23 Октябрь 2011) Суть неосознанного сна была в том, что связи тяготения в галактике стали распадаться и планеты, солнечные системы стали беспорядочно разлетаться кто куда. Мы со знакомыми были подавлены случившимся, так как мы находились по сюжету сна на планете колонии, где всё добывается искусственно, и в случае подобной катастрофы нам было не выжить. Выжить могла только Земля, где всё натуральное. Несмотря на сюжет сна я шёл по бульвару, который существует в реальном мире как раз таки на Земле.Тут я начал вспоминать, как мы узнали эту новость, и понял что до этого я ничего не помню. Я говорю знакомым, чтобы они не расстраивались этой катастрофой, так как я не помню, как я здесь оказался, зато помню что я вчера дома лёг спать, так что скорее всего это сон и всё происходит в моей голове. Несмотря на понимание, что это сон я хотел продолжать действовать по сюжету. Лица знакомых, после того как я это сказал, помрачнели. Я пошёл впереди них, и попробовал проткнуть столб большим пальцем насквозь. Сам отвернулся от столба. На ощупь столб был не бетонным, а какая то плотная структура. Проткнуть так и не получилось, хотя я держал так долгое время. Тем временем я увидел, что вместо моих знакомых идут трое бомжеватого вида мужика. Я отошёл от столба и пошёл дальше. Впереди был дом, захотелось пройти сквозь него, но в последний момент подумал что не получится и обошёл его. Проснулся, заснул тут же заново. Осознанного сна больше не было, но сюжет был тот же. Я со знакомыми был в какой-то комнате и мы изобретали что то чтобы выжить. При этом надо было взять с собой важные вещи и мне было жалко расставаться со своими столовыми приборами: ложкой, вилкой, ножиком. Выводы: 1.Осознанность была слабая. Тем не менее про план вспомнил. 2. Проткнуть столб не получилось. 3. Удалось вернуться в сон. Сюжет был тот же: "скоро конец света. 10 LD End of the light. (October 23, 2011) The essence of an unconscious dream was that the bonds of gravity in the galaxy began to decay and the planets, the solar systems began to randomly fly apart. My friends and I were overwhelmed by what happened, since we were on the plot of sleep on the planet colony, where everything is artificially mined, and in the event of such a catastrophe we could not survive. Only the Earth could survive, where everything is natural. Despite the plot of the dream, I walked along the boulevard that exists in the real world just on Earth. Then I began to recall how we learned this news, and realized that before that I did not remember anything. I tell my friends that they should not be upset by this catastrophe, since I don’t remember how I ended up here, but I remember that I went to bed yesterday at home, so most likely it is a dream and everything happens in my head. Despite the understanding that this was a dream, I wanted to continue acting on the plot. The faces of my friends, after I said this, became gloomy. I went ahead of them, and tried to pierce the post through with my thumb. Himself turned away from the post. To the touch the post was not concrete, but some kind of dense structure. It didn’t work through the poke, although I held it for a long time. In the meantime, I saw that instead of my friends there were three homeless-looking peasants. I moved away from the post and moved on. Ahead was a house, I wanted to go through it, but at the last moment I thought that it would not work and went around it. Woke up, fell asleep right there again. There was no longer a lucid dream, but the plot was the same. I was in a room with friends and we invented something to survive. At the same time, I had to take important things with me and I was sorry to part with my cutlery: a spoon, a fork, a knife. Findings: 1. Awareness was weak. Nevertheless, I remembered the plan. 2. It did not work to pierce the post. 3. Managed to return to sleep. The plot was the same: "soon the end of the light.
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