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It was late at night and my aunt left. That is unfortunately when I realized my mom was also gone and I had no one to take me to school. I then complained about this in a way that caused me to gain lucidity. I saw my aunt's van (very consistent, I know) and saw my rottweiler in there. I asked her to say something a few times and she made deep, guttural vocalizations that vaguely sounded like "Bree". I got in the car with her to watch videos when I heard a knocking at the door next to mine. It was my sister and she was getting my attention about a book, which appeared to be from the goosebumps series. I interpreted this as a threat and got out of the car with a lighter and backed away into the front yard where I attempted to set her on fire, although all it did was momentarily cause her pain with no visible signs of damage. The way I was doing this led us into the street where she managed to grab me by the neck and slowly morphed into a poorly passing trans woman with a sinister smile on her face, which is when I woke up

I am in a bookstore (that looks pretty similar to Grassroots). I notice Susan Tedeschi in an area by a large window. She has a small group of people around her and is singing to them. Everyone is moving along to the music and having a good time, but I notice that a lot of the, Susan included, are frequently yawning (I also notice Seth from work). I know this isn’t because they’re bored, but because it’s late. Now, I think I am looking around and notice about six DVDs on an end cap. I grab one of the bottom ones; it is a House of Leaves movie that I’m not sure I knew existed. I think the front has a picture of a house, small and simple. The back has a picture of the house, I think from the other side, further away. In the foreground is a ‘woman’., I think back against a fence. Her head is definitely that of a human, but her body looks to be the body of a spider. It is proportionate, which is unsettling, I guess because it is something that should not be that exists so doubtlessly. I get the sense that the one half of her body is mirrored from the other. She is blond and though her face currently seems to be screaming or twisted in anguish, it is attractive. The whole image is tinted red and is subtly but acutely disturbing. There is a small group around me and one asks me to describe the plot of House of Leaves. I hesitate, not really wanting to, then give in. I say it is about a family that moves into a house, where everything goes fine until one day they discover a door that didn’t exist before. I seem to not remember much of the plot and leave it at this. My speech is slow and descriptive and more confident than I thought it’d be.




I’m outside somewhere (a beach?) with some people from work. Someone has asked me and Seth?to move some TV screens off of a table. This plastic folding table is very close to the water. We procrastinate until I see Rosy walking some people over here. I think they’re why they needed to be moved, so we do it really quick. I’m now sitting across from Lauren at a picnic style table. I’m cognizant of how we’re not ‘6 feet’ away. The background is of tall pine trees and a twilight? sky. An owl flies around; I lay down, extend my leg straight up, and try to get it to land on the bottom of my foot.

Morning of June 13, 2020. Saturday.

Dream #: 19,535-03. Reading time: 2 min 56 sec.



Although parts of this dream have influences from coronavirus associations as read in the media in waking life, there is, as usual, no dream self recall or concern about the pandemic, only three compartmentalized threads unlinked in my dreaming experience. The first is a reference to someone having a sore throat, the second relating to the claim I read in an article that bugs in a dream are “symbolic” of COVID-19 (and yet people have always dreamt of bugs long before this), and the third relating to stores being abandoned and boarded up (associated with media reports about rioting and looting as well as COVID-19).

My dream self is a sorcerer in this imaginary scenario. My waking-life identity is absent even though I am in what is possibly a variation of the Hinkler Centre shopping mall though it also has the vague, ambiguous essence of my middle school and a shopping mall in La Crosse. An unfamiliar man and woman approach me. The man claims he got a sore throat from me. I tell him, “I never had a sore throat in my life.” (My dream self has no recall of ever having one, anyway.) I had supposedly been in service to them as a sorcerer, though I am unsure as to what he had wanted from me. He reminds me by giving me a card (about one and a half times bigger than a business card) that supposedly has their requests on it, though I do not read it.

Even so, I am annoyed. I do not want to deal with these people, so I summon scarab beetles in their direction, though only a few crawl towards them. (This event is similar to one in a dream from April 14, 2020, though that was with comedic, sarcastic intent with ants.) I decide to leave the scene, now recalling I should be wearing different clothes (instinctual awareness of being undressed as I sleep).

I walk out to the parking lot (liminality management) and notice most of the windows of the shopping mall are boarded up (another type of dream state liminality management, though with a more defined division between dream space and wakefulness). I want to get something from a store. I eventually find one store at the other end up the shopping mall that is not boarded up and is open. It is a grocery store with many shoppers. After I go in, I look around and realize I am not here to buy anything but to retrieve my clothes. (It makes no sense other than as specific co-occurrence with preparing to wake by being near a checkout with the association of getting dressed after getting out of bed. Once dreams are understood for what they are, there is no doubt as to their translation.)

Instead of waking with this otherwise familiar process, my dream becomes exponentially more vivid. The vestibular-cerebral handshake kicks in to an extreme degree, and I find that I seem to be a young boy scout (and dressed the part, including with khaki shorts) even though I also have the recall I had been a sorcerer in the previous transition. Three men tower over me like giants, though I do not feel threatened or insecure. They are going on a fishing trip and are waiting for the man I wanted to avoid in the first dream segment. He eventually arrives and is huge. However, I summon a fireball and disintegrate him. The other “giants” do not seem to care and behave as if they are glad to be rid of him.

Even so, I decide to instinctually initiate the next process. I turn and walk through the wall of a nearby building into a dark bedroom. However, one of the men from the previous scenario walks in, though he is now normal size, as I am. He is thankful for me getting rid of the other man but patronizes me by giving me a card addressing what he wants from me by way of sorcery. Soon, another man comes in and also gives me a card with his requests.

I am then on the porch of my present home (liminality management) and wonder if I should wait for the third man to approach me in case he also has a card. Even so, I begin to feel that my dream is too ridiculous to continue, so I wake myself.

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Morning of June 13, 2020. Saturday.

Dream #: 19,535-07. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



My dream self maintains the instinctual awareness I am dreaming (after dropping back from post-liminal mode to pre-liminal) by becoming more aware while sitting in a bed near the ocean (potential reinduction). There is the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity, with my bed in this instance being near a harbor in Antissa, Lesbos, though the setting does not have a more discernible definition.

My waking-life identity is absent. I am listening to an operatic aria (fictitious, I assume) sung by Luciano Pavarotti about Antissa. (I do not listen to opera in waking life.) I am unsure of the source of the music, but it is probably from a cassette (as my dream self has no recall of what a CD is).

The sleep-wake manager eventually appears as an unknown male, but he is in passive mode (non-RAS; non-cerebral.) I sit down and watch him create a painting. It features a black oval as a scene of outer space. (This feature represents a higher level of sleep atonia, which may be why somatosensory kicks in as the trigger in the last scene rather than a vestibular event.) There are sparse red and blue ovular arcs around the “egg.” I absentmindedly add a blue ovular arc to the image’s right side with a felt-tip pen. Almost immediately, I feel as if I may have been intrusive in doing this. I start praising his art, focusing the most on the outer space rendering within the oval. He does not seem angry or annoyed.

A reporter approaches and wants to interview the unknown artist. There is still indoor-outdoor ambiguity, though the setting has more outside dynamics at this point. The two men stand and face each other, about ten feet away from me. The reporter says he is interviewing “the aggressor.” I am puzzled by this and state that he is not an “aggressor,” though I do not know his history. I hope I did not embarrass him by saying this.

Soon, a sun spider (camel spider), as long as the reporter’s head, crawls around from behind his head and covers his right ear. I am amused, as neither man seems to know it is there. Another sun spider of about the same size as the first crawls from behind the reporter’s head but goes around to the other man’s right ear. The man ignores it despite being aware of it. There is no sense of a threat, as my dream self considers them harmless. I wake at this point with a sense of great amusement.

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A vestibular-cerebral handshake did not occur as the waking process in this instance (as the result of greater sleep atonia but with a directive toward hand myoclonus), so it was somatosensory in this case. In other words, I sleep on my left side, with my right ear more exposed to my waking-life environment. The somatosensory focus was liminally drawn to that factor, especially as a spider often represents the human hand and its somatosensory arousal (though a sun spider is not a true spider).

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I am ascending some type of rock formation. It seems to be a tall (hundreds of feet?) spire of sedimentary rock. It is probably only ten feet or so wide. It definitely feels very vertical, yet there is a dirt path that leads up the thing. I hear voices nearing a pause. A group of two or so is coming down. The first is a paunchy older middle aged white man with shorts, maroon t-shirt, a mustache, and what looks like a safari hat. He is nonchalantly sliding down on his ass, bracing with hands and feet. He stops and begins telling us (I think there are about two others with me) a story. I think he is Doc Watson. He’s slightly below me, and I rest my left arm on a rocky protrusion jutting out from under some sand. Some displaced sand begins to fall off, taking more and more with it, falling down close to his face. I tell him to watch out, telling him it was my mistake for doing that. Now, enough sand has fallen away that the spot I needed to continue on has vanished. There is a large cavity now, encased by only stone, beyond which I see the ground vertiginously and frighteningly far below. It seems that the only routes left are to climb this cave roof (brave and perilous) or to mantle this stone above me. I test the holds, a slight edge, and a slight block, and they do not give me much confidence. I keep gripping and re-gripping until my hands sweat, causing me to slightly panic. I am acutely aware of the fact that if I fall I will die and so the only way to survive this is to not fall at any cost. There is now a girl, slightly younger than me and wearing black leggings and a grey shirt, on the rock slightly above me. She might have a harness on? Her underwear, a thin, black thong with thicker straps, is sticking up above the leggings, and I grab onto them like a hold. She has me go first, probably aware that this is going to expose her. Finally, we have summited this spire. The top of it is flat and maybe 20 or so feet across. There are a few artificial climbing walls. I think we’re about to start on them, but her grandma is here now and putting some cash in my left pocket for a gift card. I already have a similar amount of cash in there and wonder about it. There is a very slabby wall, a vertical one with a lot of crimps, and one with large, circular, inflated holds that must be for grip strength. They all seem easy and the walls are just barely taller than bouldering height. Looking past them, there seems to be no background, just an empty space/void. I now realize and dread that I have to go back down. I think of any other way, like getting picked up by a helicopter.




I am outside somewhere by or on a two lane asphalt highway. Suddenly the earth shakes - an earthquake, I realize. It’s steady in intensity, not enough to knock us off our feet, but enough to seemingly keep us magnetized down. It ruptures the highway in a fairly clean split.

Dream 1:
Involved me and my family moving into a new house, in a very fancy neighborhood. My room had an incredible view of the sea, and at night the full moon reflected off the water and through the windows, bathing my room in blue, teal, purple, and pink light that danced on the waves.

Dream 2:
Okay, this one’s going to be quite long so buckle up. The perspective of this one is also confusing- I was watching a tv show, but it was in the first-person perspective and I was the main character.

I’m a rifleman with incredible aim, due to my ability to perceive things that happen quickly as happening more slowly. Kind of like slowing down time, but only inside my own head.

I’m hunting somewhere in South Africa, when I’m suddenly surrounded by tribal men, and I’m held hostage by them and taken to their camp. One of the other guys there had been cannibalized by the tribe, but managed to survive by putting himself into a “stasis” for over 200 years. He awoke when I got there, and had a tourniquet around his upper left thigh, so the leg could be removed more easily and he could grow it back. That wasn’t the first time he’d had his leg cut off. He told me I could wait out my escape, and he would show me how to put myself into the stasis. Or, I could join the brutal fighting ring set up for the tribe’s entertainment, and fight my way to the top.
Fast forward and I’m holding his limp body in a shallow pool of water, surrounded by fire. I join the fighting ring in his honor, and in an attempt to secure my own freedom. I have to do what it takes, no matter the cost. End of episode one, credits roll.

Episode 2-
I’m transported to the fighting ring. It’s sort of like prison, only mad-max style; All the guys there have a communal food area, and outdoor time, but the majority of the time is spent training to kill each other. The buildings are all made with scrap metal patchwork, rusty and brown.

I arrive at night, and I’m dropped right inside of the doorway, which is blocked off by fences and chains outside. A giant flood light turns on and I’m briefly blinded, then a chain whips around my back and pulls me inside. I fall on my face and hear everyone laughing at me.

Fast forward and I have a few ‘friends.’ There’s a woman there, who’s one of the fighting coaches, who’s also my love interest. She has mechanical augmented arms. I have nightmares about showing up in the ring, and she’s my opponent. I’m training hard and she’s watching me closely. I’m the only one who’s ever dodged knives thrown at me.

Next episode-
It’s time for my first fight, after a week of training I must kill this man who has throwing knives for his signature weapon. (Everyone there has a unique weapon; I hadn’t decided on mine yet. It’s an aspect of the ring where “the weapon chooses the warrior.”)
All I have is a pocket knife, against this guy who out-ranges me completely. This wasn’t his first time in the ring, either. He had won a few fights before fighting me.

Anyways, it’s time to fight to the death. He begins by throwing his knives, and I begin by dodging all of them. I see them slowing down in front of me, and they become blurry and warped by my vision. I still manage to dodge them and even deflect a few. His last two fly straight at my eyes, and I catch them both. He’s coming at me with his fists now, enraged by my successful dodges. I easily side-step his blows an give him one good slash across the throat. He stops and holds his neck, coughing and sputtering blood onto the sand. I’m now behind him, so I kick the back of his legs and bring him to his knees before stabbing him in the side of the neck, finishing him off. The crowd watching is roaring at my victory. I’m lifted up by my friends, and we celebrate.

I know it is only the first step towards my freedom.
Credits roll.

The dream was at this bus ride stop on my way home, we stopped at gas station like sheetz with other things going on at the stop.

My view was watching this massive missile being launched but it fell off its hinges and myself and the people around me were like "wooooah" in the sense that the missile was just going to blow up and kill all of us but instead it produced a very small explosion around itself and we were safe.

The view shifts to I'm swimming in water with an army and there's a rolling machine mechanism that we're supposed to go into but the person goes into it before me and fucks up so he drowns, my view shifts and I'm between these massive tan vehicles marching along and I'm afraid of being squished.

The view is now I'm on top of this tall truck going around steep banked turns, it looks like we might be riding on top of trucks with stacks of potato bags and we're on top, I turn to somebody and comment that it's absurd we're not turning over, we get to a point where we stop and someone recognizes there's a cute cat but it's not paying attention and then another cute kitten appears that has it's tong sticking out.

Mom, dad, sister, yush, and myself were at a hotel. it was discounted because of covid. we started exploring outside and there was snow eveywhere. I was scared of getting my shoes wet but my family didn't seem to care. Everyone wandered off and it was just my mom and I. We did not say anything but just smiled at each other. The sun was shinning down on us.

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i was in a nintendo switch zombie game. The only thing the CPUs said was "im dying over here" and they would then chase me around. The only weapons were a gun and plasma grenades. I blew up a bunch of cars with the plasma grenades. there were hoardes of zombies. We were at a run down hospital. On the roof I jumped off the building. On the way down I was laughing thinking, "now I really am dying over here"

Dream 1:
I was a sort of groundskeeper for a Boy Scout camp in the woods. It was the last day, and everyone was ready to go home
after a week of camping. I was replacing some paper towels in a bathroom dispenser (the kind where it has the lever you
pull down to dispense the towels) in one of the bathrooms, when I noticed a noise coming to my left side. A giant python
(dream self knew it was someone's pet) had made its way into the bathroom and was coming right at me. Before I could
react, it bit my left arm and was starting to wrap around it. I managed to get it off before it could wrap too tightly, and
I pulled its head off of my arm with my other hand. So there I was, holding this all-black python by its head, bleeding in the
bathroom.
Somehow I ended up making it home while holding onto the snake. I remember a distinct feeling of soreness in my fingers
from clamping down on it's head to stop it from biting me again. It also made no more attempts to constrict me, as its
body just dragged behind the head wherever I took it. I tried many times to kill the snake. One attempt I made, I tried to
twist its neck and snap its head off. I felt and heard the bones crushing, but it didn't die. I also didn't have a free hand to do it
any meaningful harm. I went downstairs and asked my mother for help. We took it into the backyard and I held it taught
as she sawed off its head with my pocketknife. It was such a relief to finally be able to let go of the snake after holding
so tightly onto it for so long.

Dream 2:
I was in the backyard of a very nice house in some tropical / Hollywood-type neighborhood, on the side of a hill.
Other houses stretched far below to a body of water. The person who's house it was wasn't around, as it seems me and my
girlfriend were house sitting and watching their dogs. There were at least seven different dogs there, one of whom was the
leader of their pack. As me and my girlfriend were sitting in the backyard watching them run around and play, one of the
smaller dogs did something it wasn't supposed to. It knew this because we saw it tuck its tail in and run away from the
others. The leader saw this happen and it could not go unpunished. The smaller dog jumped into the pool in the back-
yard and sank to the bottom in an attempt to hide, but it was no use. The leader dog grabbed a double kayak paddle in
its mouth, swam to the bottom, and began to hit the other dog on the side, while they were both at the bottom of the pool.
After it was done with the punishment, it swam back up to the surface and got out of the pool, while the other dog lay there
motionless. We thought it was dead, until a few bubbles emerged from its mouth and floated to the surface. It was a relief to
know it wasn't dead.

I was in a house in a suburban neighborhood, it was dark, it was nighttime or very early in the morning. Sam was doing something, we were interacting and then the idea was he was going to do something with another person.

My view goes into a lobby and now my entire body surges with energy, I can see this blue light swirl and I'm floating upside down with my arms outstretched spinning in circles, I can feel my whole body filled with energy as I'm rotating and this is when I become semi lucid. My view changes and now I'm aware I'm dreaming and trying to get into a dream but instead all I can see is white fractal patterns against a dark background, I'm sort of swimming through fractals as they go by me, I start to wonder if something scary is going to appear, a slight moment of hesitation presides before this being appears, it looks like a white tiki mask with other shapes and a pointed teeth smile, it lashes at me, there are floating fractals around me, the tiki mask dashes towards me, I realize I'm more in control and throw a giant force of energy at it and punch it back into the patterns of fractals. I end up on a trampoline in the neighborhood backyard, I feel a sense of longing for a girl, a specific girl but someone else appears, I think I'm clever and try to use a lucid dreaming trick of imagining something I want and then spinning around to see it, I spin around to see the girl I want but it's of someone else, I try these several more times but the same girl appears.

I am walking on a path that is about to fork and incline up a hillside. I think Mom or someone else is with me. There are also two middle aged or younger women that have been walking fairly close to us. They start talking with us, asking if we think they can manage the uphill. They seem kind of sketchy to me, so I try to get them to take the path in the other direction. They end up choosing to do so, and I think it is so they don’t have to keep walking awkwardly close to us. On the uphill now, the path is narrow and sandy. I see the women walking off in the other direction and one is pulling a cart behind her, so I guess it’s good they didn’t come this way anyway.




I am outside somewhere with Melissa, and we’re walking up to some pizza place. The storefront has some windows - I see no door - and a stainless steel counter top. There are a few picnic style tables crowded together in the front, currently all full (I think with only men). The owner? is sitting among everyone, facing us, and I hear him call out for someone’s order. He has an air of being among everything in a perfectly friendly way while also being on top of all the operations. He seems shorter and rotund, shaven and with short but thick brown hair, and genial. He takes a pizza on a white paper plate and tosses it to someone like a frisbee. It nears the ground and then slows impossibly until the guy grabs it. We’re now sitting across from this guy at a high table. He is eating from a plate of something. There are a few, three?, beers brewed/served here, and I contemplate getting one. I think they’re all IPAs, which I’m not too thrilled about. The guy refers to one as ‘thickest/dankest’? and I decide that it does sound good. I offer to get him one, and he says something about not needing another, but says yes anyway. I can tell by his grin and behaviors that he is feeling it.

I am outside of some house, I think with Makayla. This house seems somewhat large and removed from everything else. We’re on the bank of a small, slow flowing river that reflects the sky and surrounding foliage. We notice what looks like the top of the head of a crocodile slowly drifting from one side to the other. I think Makayla wants to call someone about it. Now, we see that it is just the head, like it’s a fossil or something. I look at the reflections and think about coming out here to swim during sunrise. I go inside now - I think I’m staying here for some period of time. I go into a bathroom that seems to be one of the first rooms in here. I sit on the toilet - the only thing in here - and notice that the room is bigger than most bedrooms. The floor seems to be a light blue linoleum, and it stretches horizontally in relation to the toilet. There are three doors, to my left and right and behind me; all are open. I notice Melissa through the left one. She is sitting and slowly drops her bra strap to show me her boob. She then crawls over, naked, and I think tells me sexual things. I am naked too.

I had a class at either 9:30 or 9:45 am, so I rushed out of the house. I was late and didn't make it until 10:30,
so I decided to skip for the day and head home. When I got back my Mom was sitting on the porch because she
got locked out of the house.

16ОС (12 ноября 2011)
Поездка в Новосиб.

Я ехал в отпуск на поезде. Вышел на вокзале в Новосибе. С реальным Новосибирском ничего общего не было. Это было похоже на автовокзал в каком-то городе. Слева стоял вокзал. Справа куча автобусов, дорога, и чуть дальше видны трамваи. Я осознался, так как понял, что куда-то исчезла ж/д. Вокруг ходило много спрайтов. Я решил попробовать втянуть их в себя. Выставил ладонь в направление спрайта девушки. Она выглядела, примерна так: Каштановые волосы, большой рюкзак на спине. Процесс втягивания несколько трудно описать: искажение её и как поток чего-то цветом одежды портфеля и волос бывшее этим спрайтом втягивается мне в ладонь. Главное что я ничего не почувствовал, никого ни прилива, ни отлива энергии. Затянул так ещё несколько спрайтов. В некотором случае я даже не видел, как они втягивались мне в ладонь - просто растворялись в воздухе. Мне это надоело, и я пошёл дальше. Обогнул автобус и вспомнил свой план: Посмотреть назад, так как частенько возникает во снах ощущения, что позади меня ничего нет, и спросить у какого-нибудь спрайта, знает ли он «Кнопку». Так как спрайтов вокруг было много, решил начать с этого. Подхожу к одному мужику в брюках, белой рубашке и очках. Спрашиваю его: Эй, ты «Кнопку» знаешь. Он как шел, так и идёт нуль реакции на меня. Прошёл так спокойно мимо меня, я попытался схватить его за спину и развернуть, но он скрылся в автобусе. Ладно, думаю, другого найду, поразговорчивее. Пошёл чуть дальше, вижу спрайта, догнал его, но тот тут, же садится в автобус. Я заскочил за ним.
В автобусе было много народу, то, что мне и надо. Подхожу к одному парню и спрашиваю, знает ли он «Кнопку». Тот сделал недоумевающее лицо, мол, о чём вообще речь. Тогда я подхожу к другому, как я посчитал к кондуктору. Так как у него через плечо висела сумка. Сам он был почти лысый, только по бокам и на затылке волосы росли. На вид на 2-3 года старше меня.
-Привет кондуктор тебя как зовут?

Он протягивает мне руку и говорит моё имя задам наперёд.
- Ты Кнопку знаешь?
- Нет, не знаю.

Спрашиваю на весь автобус.
- Кто-нибудь Кнопку знает?

Все начинают, переглядываются между собой с таким же выражением лица, мол, о ком вообще речь идёт мы без понятия. И тут, откуда не возьмись в автобусе появляется спрайт девушки, которую я не знаю, но видел в университете.
- Я знаю Кнопку.
- Стоп. Тебя как зовут?
- Валя.
Когда проснулся, вспомнил, что слышал в университете, как её называют по имени, имя совпало, во сне я этого не помнил.

- Что ты можешь сказать о «Кнопке».
- «Кнопка» очень плохой человек. Ты не представляешь, что он может сделать.

Услышав то, что мне надо, я отвлёкся и повернулся к двери. Автобус уже ехал.
Когда я повернулся назад, Валя уже пропала. Зато увидел симпатичную девушку в белой куртке, блондинку. Она стояла рядом с парнем, у которого я первым спросил про «Кнопку». Я снова стал смотреть в сторону двери. Сон не заканчивался. Подумал, что бы ещё хотел поделать. Вспомнил, что хотел посмотреть назад. Оглянулся. Девушка с парнем уже стояли практически позади меня. Снова посмотрел на дверь. Опять оглянулся. Ещё раз отметил про себя какая девушка симпатичная. Захотелось её поцеловать, но испугался, что потеряю осознанность. Тут автобус стал, останавливается и к нему стали подходить бабушки. Но когда они подошли, дверь у них перед носом захлопнулось. Тогда я решил помочь бабушкам и телекинезом открыл дверь. После того как бабушки зашли автобус снова поехал. Тут я стал наблюдать как бы не из сновиденного тела, а немного со стороны. Парень, который стоял позади меня толкает девушку, она в свою очередь толкает меня. Парень же протискивается ко мне и засовывает мне в рот, какую то таблетку. Я думаю, что он понял, что я сновидящий, когда я телекинезом открыл дверь, и решил мне дать таблетку против осознанности. В этот момент автобус едет в противоположную сторону, и я уже считаю, что не в Новосибе, а в моем городе.
Все люди кроме меня и ещё одного идут в сторону кабины. Я смотрю на того спрайта который не пошел, понимаю что он полоумный, так как он сидит не шевелится и у него клоунская улыбка до ушей. Я решил, что таким же быть не хочу. Думаю, нет! Так дело не пойдёт! Осознанности лишать меня вздумали, я вам устрою, сейчас всех вас впитаю. Развернулся и пошёл в их сторону. Спрайты переполошились, они не ожидали, что я снова осознаюсь. Про себя я думаю, что не сумел, бы так сделать, если бы до этого пару спрайтов не впитал. Я стал направлять руки в их сторону и как бы собирал их в кучу возле водительской кабины. Одна девушка выкрикнула: "Почему вы (сновидящие) нас только за еду считаете?!". Я на неё не обратил внимание, и продолжил сгонять их в кучу. Только решил их впитать, как они растворились в воздухе. Сбежали, думаю. Так, а водитель, наверное, тоже сбежал. Подхожу так и есть. Вижу руль, водителя нет. Пришлось самому садится. Хотя и в реале я ездить не умею. Во сне пару раз приходилось.

Автобус трансформировался в машину, и я поехал. В одном месте с второстепенной дороги выехала машина. Я чуть в неё не врезался. Далее я не сумел заехать в нужный поворот. Он вёл на ГЭС, которая странно выглядела, была как бы закрытого типа с пропускной системой для автомобилей. Я же заехал, на какой-то мост попытался развернуться, и машина вылетела с моста. Как я уже писал до этого, всё это я уже наблюдал как бы со стороны. Так как у меня не было сновиденного тела, я подумал, что сейчас проснусь. Но тут картинка моих рук наложилась на Сновиденное пространство. Я как будто был великаном, и мои руки упирались в горы находящиеся вдали. Я пошевелил ими. И тут же попробовал пальцами подавить спрайтов идущих на ГЭС. Но пальцы прошли сквозь них. Тогда я решил дотронуться до моста, с которого слетела машина. Получилось. Приподнял его, поставил на место. Потом схватился за опорную колонну, потянулся и бац, я в сновиденном теле стою на каких-то ступеньках под этим мостом. За ступенями ничего нет - одна темнота. Тут слышу, меня кто-то зовёт. Смотрю это один мой знакомый. Он висит возле потолка под этим мостом и никак не может попасть на ступеньки. Тогда я беру его за руку, чтобы вытянуть. Рука тёплая. Он мне говорит, чтобы я тянул осторожнее, иначе он свалится ни во что. Я тяну его, но когда уже он должен был встать на ступеньки, он растворяется в этой темноте. Я стал подниматься по этим ступенькам на второй этаж. Мне казалось, что эта темнота разумная, и сейчас она впитала в себя сознание моего знакомого. Поднявшись на второй этаж, я увидел тёмный, красный, страшный коридор, на потолку которого висели металлические крючья. Я уже хотел пойти назад, но там была эта темнота. Тогда я стал говорить про себя, что меня окружает силовое поле и вошёл в этот коридор. Крючья куда-то отступили. Я шёл по коридору, стены которого были красные. Я старался не глядеть по сторонам. Было страшно. И я всё повторял про себя, что меня окружает силовое поле. Хотя поля я так и не видел. На секунду я подумал, что его и вовсе нет, раз я его и не вижу. Тут же заново на меня стали надвигаться крючья. Тогда я повторил заново, что оно есть. И даже стал различать еле заметную силовую оболочку вокруг меня. Перед выходом из коридора увидел слева дверь. Там женщина, лица я не видел, мыла полы. Я старался не смотреть в её сторону и шел, глядя вперёд. Вышел в другой коридор, и увидел солнечный свет. Он шёл из окна, которое было на лестничной площадке, примыкающей ко второму коридору.
Я побежал туда. Прошёл сквозь стекло. И оказался на крыше в своем районе. На крыше лежал снег. Взглянув на стекло, увидел, что оно тёмное и непонятно как сквозь него вообще свет может проникнуть. Я спрыгнул с крыши. Увидел ещё трёх знакомых: двух девушек и одного парня. Не знаю почему, но я стал убегать от них. А они шли, разговаривали между собой и догоняли. Тогда я решил взлететь методом плавания, но не вышло. Тут же пришло объяснение, что здесь среда другая в ней не "поплаваешь". Тогда я подпрыгнул, чтобы взлететь. Поднялся примерно на высоту 2-3 метра и медленно стал опускаться вниз. Проснулся.

Выводы:
1. Втягивал спрайтов в ладонь
2. Использовал телекинез.
3. Персонажи давали мне какие-то таблетки.
4. Спрайты исчезали на глазах.
5. Автобус превращался в машину.
6. Попал в позицию наблюдателя.
7. Стал великаном.
8. Мои руки прошли сквозь спрайтов, но зацепились за мост.
9. Тьма двигалась и казалась живой.
10. Попал в кошмарный коридор с крюками.
11. Сумел создать силовое поле вокруг себя.
12. Не получалось взлететь
13. Пожалуй, самый длинный ОС с разными местами.
Примерное время нахождения в ОСе - 22 минуты


16 LD (November 12, 2011)
A trip to Novosib.

I went on vacation by train. Came out at the station in Novosib. There was nothing in common with real Novosibirsk. It was like a bus station in some city. On the left was the train station. On the right are a bunch of buses, a road, and trams are visible a little further. I confessed, because I realized that the railway had disappeared somewhere.
There were a lot of sprites around. I decided to try to pull them into myself. I put my palm in the direction of the girl’s sprite. She looked something like this: Brown hair, a large backpack on her back. The retraction process is somewhat difficult to describe: its distortion and how the flow of something with the color of the briefcase and hair clothes that was this sprite is pulled into my palm. The main thing is that I did not feel anything, no tide, no tide of energy. Tightened a few more sprites. In some cases, I did not even see how they were pulled into my palm - they simply dissolved in the air. I'm tired of it, and I went further.
I went around the bus and remembered my plan: to look back, because often there is a feeling in my dreams that there is nothing behind me, and ask some sprite if he knows the "Button". Since there were many sprites around, I decided to start with this. I go to a man in trousers, a white shirt and glasses. I ask him: Hey, do you know the “Button”? He walked, and there is a zero reaction to me. He walked so calmly past me, I tried to grab him by the back and turn him around, but he disappeared into the bus. Okay, I think I’ll find another, more talkative. I went a little further, I see the sprite, caught up with him, but he immediately gets on the bus. I jumped after him.

The bus had a lot of people, what I needed. I go to a guy and ask if he knows the “Button”. He made a perplexed face, they say, about which we all talk. Then I go to another, as I counted to the conductor. Since he had a bag hanging over his shoulder. He himself was almost bald, only on the sides and at the nape of his hair grew. It looks 2-3 years older than me.

-Hi conductor, what's your name?
He reaches out and says my name I'll ask you in advance.
“Do you know the Button?”
- No, I do not know.

I ask for the whole bus.
- Does anyone know the Button?

Everyone starts, exchanges glances with each other with the same facial expression, they say, about whom in general we are talking about without a clue. And then, from nowhere in the bus appears a sprite of a girl whom I do not know, but saw at the university.
- I know the Button.
- Stop. What is your name?
- Valya.
When I woke up, I remembered that I had heard at the university, as it is called by its name, the name coincided, in a dream I did not remember this.

“What can you say about the Button.”
“The Button is a very bad person. You have no idea what he can do.

Hearing what I need, I digress and turned to the door. The bus was already driving.

When I turned back, Valya was already gone. But then I saw a pretty girl in a white jacket, a blonde. She stood next to the guy I first asked about the Button. I began to look towards the door again. The dream did not end. I thought what else I would like to do. I remembered that I wanted to look back. I looked around. The girl and the guy were already standing almost behind me. Again I looked at the door. I looked around again. Once again noted to himself what a pretty girl. I wanted to kiss her, but was afraid that I would lose consciousness.

Then the bus began to stop, and old womans began to approach it. But as they approached, the door slammed shut before their nose. Then I decided to help old womans and telekinesis opened the door. After old woman got on the bus, we drove off again.

Then I began to observe, as it were, not from a dreaming body, but a little from the side. The guy who stood behind me pushes the girl, she in turn pushes me. The guy squeezes to me and stuffs a pill into my mouth. I think he realized that I was a dreamer when I opened the door with telekinesis and decided to give me a pill against awareness. At this moment, the bus travels in the opposite direction, and I already think that it’s not in Novosib, but in my city.

All people except me and one more go towards the cabin. I look at the sprite that did not go, I understand that he is crazy, since he sits not moving and he has a clownish smile from ear to ear. I decided that I did not want to be the same. I think no! So it won’t work! Awareness to deprive me of the thought, I will arrange for you, now I’ll absorb all of you. Turned around and went in their direction. The sprites were alarmed, they did not expect me to become aware again. To myself, I think that I could not do it if I hadn’t absorbed a couple of sprites before. I began to direct my hands in their direction and, as it were, gathered them in a pile near the driver's cabin. One girl cried out: "Why do you (dreamers) consider us only for food ?!" I did not pay attention to her, and continued to drive them into a heap. Just decided to absorb them, as they disappeared into the air. Run away, I think. So, and the driver probably also ran away. I come up and have it. I see the steering wheel, there is no driver. I had to sit down myself. Although in real life I do not know how to ride. In a dream a couple of times.


The bus transformed into a car, and I drove off. In one place, a car drove off a secondary road. I almost ran into her. Further, I did not manage to call in the necessary turn. It led to the hydroelectric station, which looked strange, it was like a closed type with a passage system for cars.
I stopped by, tried to turn on some bridge, and the car flew out of the bridge. As I already wrote before, all this I already watched as if from the outside. Since I did not have a dreaming body, I thought that I would wake up now. But then the picture of my hands overlapped the Dreaming space. It was like I was a giant, and my hands rested on the mountains that are far away. I moved them. And then I tried to suppress the sprites going to the hydroelectric station with my fingers. But fingers passed through them. Then I decided to touch the bridge from which the car flew off. Happened. I lifted it, put it in place. Then I grabbed the support column, stretched and bam, I am in a dreaming body, standing on some steps under this bridge.


There is nothing beyond the steps - only darkness. Then I hear someone calling me. I’m watching this one of my acquaintances. It hangs near the ceiling under this bridge and cannot get on the steps. Then I take his hand to stretch it. The hand is warm. He tells me to pull more carefully, otherwise he will fall into nothing. I pull it, but when it was about to step on the stairs, it dissolves in this darkness. I began to climb these stairs to the second floor. It seemed to me that this darkness was reasonable, and now it has absorbed the consciousness of my acquaintances.


Climbing to the second floor, I saw a dark, red, scary corridor with metal hooks hanging on the ceiling. I already wanted to go back, but there was this darkness. Then I began to say to myself that I was surrounded by a force field and entered this corridor. The hooks retreated somewhere. I walked along a corridor whose walls were red. I tried not to look around. It was scary. And I kept repeating to myself that I was surrounded by a force field. Although I have not seen the field. For a second, I thought that he was not there at all, since I did not see him. Immediately, hooks began to approach me again. Then I repeated again that it is. And he even began to distinguish between a barely noticeable power shell around me. Before leaving the corridor I saw a door on the left. There is a woman, I didn’t see a face, soap the floors. I tried not to look in her direction and walked, looking forward. I went out into another corridor and saw sunlight. It walked out of the window, which was on the landing, adjacent to the second corridor.

I ran there. Passed through the glass. And he was on the roof in his area. There was snow on the roof. Looking at the glass, I saw that it was dark and it was unclear how light could penetrate through it at all. I jumped from the roof. I saw three more acquaintances: two girls and one guy. I don’t know why, but I began to run away from them. And they walked, talked among themselves and caught up. Then I decided to take off by swimming, but it did not work out. Immediately, an explanation came that here the environment is different in it you can’t "swim". Then I jumped to take off. It rose approximately to a height of 2-3 meters and slowly began to sink down. Awoke.

Findings:
1. I sucked sprites into my palm.
2. Used telekinesis.
3. The characters gave me some pills.
4. Sprites disappeared before my eyes.
5. The bus turned into a car.
6. Hit the observer position.
7. I became a giant.
8. My hands went through the sprites, but caught on the bridge.
9. The darkness moved and seemed alive.
10. Got into a nightmare corridor with hooks.
11. Managed to create a force field around him.
12. Failed to take off
13. Perhaps the longest LD with different places.
Approximate time spent in the LD - 22 minutes

Dream 1:
I was on a month-long road trip with my brother, around the U.S. Every night, we would stop in a different town and get dinner. In one town, there was a giant party going on, and I saw some guy dancing on the outside edge of a banister on the second story of a strip club before he promptly fell off. Clearly he was drunk, because despite falling 15 feet to the ground, he got right back up and continued dancing.
A few nights later, we met up with our parents who were also on a trip. My Mom had decided to invite my ex-girlfriend to go with them. Very awkward, considering I had invited my girlfriend to meet me there. I forgot exactly what had happened, but I don't think there was a giant confrontation.
After me and my brother got home, I made a remark about "surviving for an entire month in the wilderness" and he said, "Yeah, except I bought us dinner almost every night."

Dream 2 - fragment:
In my backyard at my house, we have a new pool. It's huge, and takes up basically the entire yard. There's a hot tub too, however it's half of the total pool area, so it's extremely big for a hot tub.