Created Monday 17 December 2018 Quite a dream loop today, even despite being exhausted. Would've been more, too, but certain tasks kept me from recalling everything. Scrap Group 1 Playing Dungeon Crawl - Stone Soup as a Deep Elf Conjurer, as usual. I leveled up far enough to get Lich Form. Vaguely recall being in a classroom. Dream 1 - Demon Elevator Expanse Scene 1 - Typical Effects of Fatigue During WILDs The visuals were dim and blurred. WILD transition in bed. I floated up, but had trouble controlling my movements due to strain and fatigue. I slowly fell to the floor, and tried phasing through, yet I couldn't. Reloop in bed. I shrunk down to an inch. This caused some alterations to the environment. Among other things, the mattress now had black and white striped sheets. Unwitting warp. Scene 2 - Imps in the Expanse Similar visuals as above. I was in the kitchen of an unknown home. From the start, I was being dragged around against my will by an unseen force. Said force pulls me up some stair, then hurls me into an exposed elevator shaft. Regaining movement, I find that the area opened up into an vast cavern expanse. Constructions were few and far between, and even of those, many were either quite incomplete, or weathered from decades of abandonment (such as the rickety platform I was standing on at the time). Suddenly, devilish figures rose from the depths, dispersed in steady waves. Dark-scaled imps immediately accosted me. Pulling out a dagger from nowhere, I fought back, taking out each one by one. Eventually, the imps were assisted by man-sized, spiny, reptilian humanoids. Though wingless, these larger monsters were adept climbers, agile, and especially vicious. With my blade, I denied these creatures a foothold on the platform, and even climbed over and onto the ledge to force them to engage me individually. Incidentally, the intro stage for Shin Megami Tensei - Synchronicity Prologue sounded in the background. Really got me pumped. Rewind. Things played mostly as above. Only now, I'd further access to the caverns via completed constructions. In fact, my viewpoint wavered between first-person, and a 2D third-person perspective of the scene, no doubt to match the platformer antics I'd get myself into. Anyway, the creatures coordinated their attacks better, much better than I could handle alone. So, I tried conjuring a genie to assist me. Instead, two other fantastic beings answered my call, a human-sized pixie, and a lithe, winged demon-woman, respectively. As one distracted the opposing fiends, the other would swoop in, and snatch away the weakest enemy away from view, no doubt to drop or otherwise dispose of them. Some forgotten things. Unknown warp. Scene 3 - Mean Old Giant Lady Similar visuals as above. I was in the kitchen of an unknown apartment suite, the walls and other constructions of dark wood. I shrunk myself again, then flew around to look for inhabitants. Soon, a thin late-middle aged woman with light colored hair walked by. She noticed me, but she didn't seem happy. In fact, she began chucking things my way. Luckily, her aim was way off. I zipped off as quickly as possible. Unknown warp. Scene 4 - Giants Outside the Ball The visuals were slightly clearer. I was in an apartment suite decorated with antiques. A sizable group of people, each dressed in fancy Victorian era garbs. were having a ball. Got bored, so I imagined the women would spontaneously become giant. From out the window, I noticed female passerby's had changed to such a size instead, each of their steps creating tremors. The other attendee's were horrified of the sight. The giantess', for their part, didn't seem at all concerned. I tried stepping out a balcony, yet couldn't. I also called out to the giant women, but they, for whatever reason, ignored me completely. Lucidity lost. Forgotten scenes. Unknown warp. Scene 5 - Hippie Guru in the School's Hallway The visuals were blurred again. I was in a school's busy hallway, seated by a wall near a bathroom. I'd just gotten out of deep meditation. Found myself lacking both shoes and pants, those items placed beside me. I slip them on as inconspicuously as possible, then walk away. Soon afterwards, I spot this hippie guru type figure in a trance. He then talks to some kids nearby, giving advice of some kind. It sounded relevant at the time, but I can't recall anything. Forgotten scenes. Unknown warp. Scene 6 - Forest of Evil Maneaters The visuals were dim and blurred. Lucid again. I was in a dark, wilted forest, the ground laden with piles of stone. Suddenly, I was assaulted by a pair of horrid ogres, bloated, saggy figures dressed in skin loincloths, one sickly green in color, and the other, bright pink. I hurried off, getting a good lead on those stumpy monsters. Unfortunately, I was soon scooped up by another of their ilk, much larger than the other two. Appearing as just an unkempt, blue skinned, scowling giant of a woman at first glance, a better view revealed that not only was her her otherwise long hair mottled with flagrant bald spots, but that her neck was disturbingly stretched far out of proportion. In an instant, I was swallowed alive. This scene repeated itself at several different third-person angles were shown for my displeasure, though of course, the other sensations weren't likewise discorporated. Yech... A few other forgotten scenes. I woke up a few minutes later.
Updated 12-18-2018 at 04:47 AM by 89930
I'll make it short... I got lucid twice this night. One was from a wild and the other was from a dild. I did a wbtb, and shortly after fell asleep. I woke from the first dream, and was laying totally still. I tried wilding. Normally I don't wild, since I haven't had much luck with it. However this time, it worked. I felt like my hole body was a sleep, and I was focusing on my breathing and my throat area. Normally I start hearing weird noises when successfully wilding, however this time I started seen weird stuff. Images of random grey stuff appeared. And I knew it was time to wild. I have only had success once with directly entering a dream scape when wilding. Normally I just sit up in my bed and then RC. And that was also what i did this time. The content don't matter, since I was only lucid for about a minute.... In the second dream, I got æucod because I was waiting for a bus, but the bus didn't stop at the bus stop. I got lucid while driving a car, and thinking back on the bus incident. I tried flying through the windshield. But not after reality checking 3 times, just to be 100% certain I was dream lol. I went through the windshield, but woke up just after. Short lucids. But I'll take it. The recognition part in dilds are pretty cool. And wilding is definitely cool to. I will try entering a dreamscape next time, instead of sitting up in my bed.
12-16 Nothing pre-WBTB Dream: FA where red foxes come into the backyard, dog is scared, then more foxes come over hill covering fence. Dream: FA where I'm rehearsing a lucid in bed - visualization skills were amazing because I was in a dream (I think). Lucid #78: In 9 backyard, become lucid, run out towards birdhouse with dog, turn him into a fox from earlier dream, fly. Lucid #79: In attic, become lucid, do weird finger-through-wood-through-finger RC, walk around, beginning of plot of #80 (grey hair black eyeliner pale woman is introduced as a revolutionary/collaborator?) Lucid #80: In a modern-looking guggenheimish place, kept myself stable for a long time (maybe 5 mins total dream length?). Got lucid almost immediately but went with plot of lucid. I'm a woman in this one, running away and spying on behalf of the woman from before. I remember feeling my feet when I was running. I run through an atrium/lobby area while it's still empty and find a good place to duck behind (it's an attached area to the circular lobby and staircase that's recessed a few feet into the floor). When I climb/drop down into this small hiding place, I feel the gravity/physical sensations in vivid detail even though it's a movie-style acrobatic move. I duck pretty low (but not low enough) and watch as maybe a hundred people come down the staircase. I start looking at their faces and they're so detailed. They're all adults, most dressed in business clothes or their sunday best. Suddenly there are three or four older women and men wearing long powder blue robes and white hoods/masks, and they look right at me. I jump out of my hiding spot, across the staircase and to the lobby (where all of the people are now. I stand on a table and am soon followed by the pale white-haired black eyeliner girl, who starts monologing about why we're there. After a bit of this (I wish I remembered what she said) I wake up. It was a long lucid chain so I had other lucids but don't remember enough to write them down or count them. Lucid fragment: transformed myself. Fragment: Grandpa? Dream: FA where I write down/tell all of my dreams 3x1 + 1x.5 + 10 (first lucid) + 5 (DILD) + 2 (WBTB) + 5 (RC) + 2x5 (other lucids) = +35.5 => 138.5 12-17 Dream: Watching an RPG like Chrono Trigger or Oracle of Seasons (those eras) play out in front of me; it's taking place in a large castle with small raised platforms along the walls of an open section. At first there are people (sprites) there, but ss I approach each time they fade quickl. Possibly due to a curse? I think tomyself during the dream that the sprites sould be replaced with a "..."? Fragment: Trying to find a shirt in the dryer for F's cousin, they're all too small though. Fragment: Something about a carrot wrapped in plastic (Easter). Dream: Overhead view of google maps/earth, I'm watching third-person my car drive down a road. I have to direct it with my touch/gestures from above, and it become a little unstable a few times. I am sort of an entity within the third-person camera doing the gestures, if that makes sense. Eventually I just start driving like crazy and crash into cars, hop over them, am kicking up dust. There's one section of the road that curves in two places, I have to zoom in to decide. Then I kick up dust all around and I'm pretty much just figure-8-ing the car around the desert. There's a humongous cardboard box which I run into. 2x1 + 2x.5 = +3 => 141.5
Updated 12-17-2018 at 06:15 PM by 95458
12/15/18: Seeing that I was working on my writing project that has taken me 23 years (yes, 1995 at age nine) to get perfect after getting skills in 2003 and improving on them, the "writing-project-discussion" dreams returned after a seemingly long hiatus. Saturday's dream was split into three parts, in which the other two didn't make much sense. The first part had me looking for what appeared to be journal pages just like one of the first drafts I tried to write when the main character I had, Number 25, was female. The dream took place in either Raleigh or Cary, North Carolina, leading me to believe it was the latter. Like dreams I had in 1993 in Maryland (age six or seven), late 1995 (age nine) and last year, the skies were overcast and took place either in the afternoon or evening, but there were no computer screens nearby. I did, however, see a girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes, though. I tried to wave at her, but she didn't pay attention. I have a feeling this was the same girl in dreams I had between 1993 and 2015. Her last appearances before this were on October 8, 2012, March 14, 2013, November 2, 2014 and December 17, 2015. The one on March 14th, 2013 didn't make any sense, as she appeared near what appeared to be a malfunctioning waterfall (again, with overcast skies) with a cardboard sign above her head, in black ink and in sentence case, reading "James Lafferty". I think I got that dream as it may have been something I did online before going to bed that day at age 26 (I'm 32 now). Like the last four dreams before this one, she also had no spoken lines here, either. The building was a cross between the top floor of one of the two story classrooms at Adams Elementary I remember going to in 1994-95, the final year for me to attend said school (sadly, nowadays, Adams is no longer a traditional school; instead, it has been converted to a year-round school) and the top floor of classrooms at Wake Technical Community College, where I went for class my first and second semesters (2005-07). All I remember was saying, "We don't call them that!", possibly in reference to the missing journal pages, which did something unremarkable like the Chaos Emeralds in the Sonic the Hedgehog series of games, usually found in Special Stages. 12/16/18: This time, I found myself at a house eerily resembling the one my late grandmother used to own in Magnolia, North Carolina in Duplin County before it was sold, that I last visited in 2011 on my 25th birthday. I see a girl driving a BMW M3 convertible, chassis code E36, colored in a shade of blue trying to cut the grass before apparently speeding off, giving up. I see what appears to be a family of all girls, going inside to see a picture of a couple from Salinas, California after talking to a woman with green eyes and blonde hair, middle-aged, apparently talking to me about her daughters, who apparently were pretty attractive. I had a feeling they came to North Carolina from California, which is exactly what my parents did (returned) when they had me 32 years ago. Another girl tried to cut the grass with a bicycle, but punctured the big tire, which made no sense whatsoever. I've been receiving writing project suggestion dreams since 2017, and some of them are helping while some just aren't. Either way, I'm going to be busy, as writing young adult fiction is no walk in the park. WM86/DFW signing off.
Morning of December 17, 2018. Monday. Dream #: 18,991-04. Reading time: 1 min 22 sec. Readability score: 72. I am at a distorted variation of the Loomis Street house in late morning, in the living room. There is an unknown dark-haired female present of whom is likely meant to represent Zsuzsanna, as my conscious self identity is not extant. Mostly, I look at a newspaper. There are details about the Green Bay Packers, including random letters that supposedly relate to the status of their wins and losses. (I do not follow sports in real life.) I get into a conversation about the Green Bay Packers regarding their status. I inform the unknown girl when she asks about the football team that they are presently an “A.” After a short time, I am uncertain of this even though I had read about it. I look again at the newspaper. The headlines display “M, O, N, U.” I then tell the girl that they are a “U.” Reading is one of my most common activities in dreams, though sometimes unstable, such as letters or words changing, though this dream was stable. Since childhood, I have used it as a way to hone thinking skills and awareness while dreaming. However, the results have been surprising. Reading and discerning, as in this dream, seems to take priority over conscious self recall. That is, I can see the writing and read it, though I have no waking life memory of my current conscious self. I know of the Green Bay Packers, but do not recall I live in Australia or that I had not been to the Loomis Street house in over 20 years. That is how incredibly skewed and faulty dreams are. Still, there is something to learn here. The avatar seems to be the interconsciousness rather than the preconscious (as the simulacrum was not domineering as the preconscious typically is). I say that the team is “U.” So, I may be calling the transpersonal avatar “you.” The form would exist between man and mind. M, O, N, (mon or man), U, and the missing part is “mental,” as dreaming is within the mind. Monumental.
Catch up sleep and counting anchor after dream journalling gave me a couple LD's tonight Tried to stabilize and do my dream plan but lost myself talking with dream characters and lost lucidity Keeping your intention forefront and urgent is lucidity saving Need to work a little more with my dream plan so that whatever situation i happen to be, i can work from there instead of trying to solve a problem
I dreamt of her after a long time I don't know why it brought up new thoughts I want to forget
Created Thursday 13 December 2018 Got a WILD and various non-lucid things to note. Scrap Group 1 At a beach during a windy, cloudy day. Spectator mode. Dragon Ball Z characters appeared, a battle involving Frieza and King Cold vs. Goku and Vegeta. Cold tricks Vegeta into letting his guard down, after which he blasted him head on. But, Vegeta easily resists the attack, then retaliates. Dream 1 - Water Plant Park The visuals were a bit blurred. I was driving to and from an airport at daytime. I'd charge of a teenage girl with blonde hair. Later, we go to a hybrid water plant/water park, going straight to the biggest ride. To get to the top, we had to go up a shifty rope ladder. After a difficult climb, we're given safety instructions by a lifeguard, who happened to be René Balcer. We had to climb yet another set of ladders, this time made of steel. I slip up, and almost fell off the place. The lifeguard grabbed on, frustrated, as if she dealt with this plenty of times before, and both her and the girl helped hoist me back up. After than, we all got on a random discussion on a fictional painting software which supported a likewise made up file extension, '.ZAD'. And then, I had a spontaneous revelation. Dizzy from Guilty Gear was actually real, and happened to unlock the potential of people that believed in her. As further proof, I claimed that the girl, who happened to be Bridgette from the game (despite that character being a dude in-series), was a recipient of such a blessing. Seconds later, I spotted a giant, rustled yellow feather floating down a stream. The others didn't seem as concerned as I was. Don't recall how this ended. Dream 2 - Driving and Beach Fun DEILD Scene 1 - Driving Accident Awareness The visuals were slightly blurred. I was wandering around in a shopping center during daytime. I walk up some steps, when I spot some shady figures hanging around. Indeed, another passerby chased one such hood, shouting of how they'd stolen his wallet. Made some precaution to keep my hands in my pockets. At the parking lots, an unkempt and clearly deranged man in a bicycle was hurling out insults at random. An out-of-place couple took him at face value, and got in an argument. Things looked like they were gonna get ugly. I promptly got in my vehicle and left to home. A minute later, I ended up in a T-section. A BJ's across the street. The left would take me to a long bridge through a bay. Not sure about the right. "Figured" I took a wrong turn; either way but back would take me far from my destination. I tried making a U-turn, but overshot by a large margin. The vehicle suddenly spun out of control. If this went on, I would've certainly plummet into a ditch of briars and sand, possibly even the bay just behind. I calmed down, and realized the absurdity. Cue awareness. Either way, I took a hands-off approach. Whatever happens, happens. Brief awakening. DEILD seconds later. Scene 2 - Flying Dune Ride The visuals were glared. I was riding a vehicle through a hilly beach during a bright blue day. Started semi-aware (I thought I was just having a dreamlet). I race over a mound, to find that I was literally sent flying. Such flight sustained for half a minute before I was forced to the ground. It was a rough landing, but I made it intact. The impact made me realize this was a legit LD. Still, I only repeated as above a few more times before the dream collapsed. DEILD attempt, but I lost awareness. Scene 3 - Big Fowl The visuals were clear. I was walking in a lake-side subtropical forest, a site undisturbed by civilization. Sunlight peeked in from a canopy above. Several astonishingly large fowl were swimming in the water, brown feathered geese, if not swans. A few stepped on land, but were quickly frightened off by my presence. Brief awakening. DEILD. Scene 4 - Insert Lenny Face Here The visuals were glared. I was in a blue void colored as a clear afternoon sky. Soon, I imagined myself as a shrunken figure on a beach. Antics ensued. Nothing more than PG-13, but still... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Updated 12-15-2018 at 04:23 PM by 89930
Morning of December 15, 2018. Saturday. Dream #: 18,989-02. Reading time: 1 min 12 sec. Readability score: 61. I am in an unknown outdoor location, though my waking life identity is absent. Even so, the subliminal dynamic of vestibular system correlation, the most common factor of my dreams, arises but is projected (rather than inherited) through reticular activating system mediation, incidentally taking the form of a vestibular system simulacrum, appearing as a formula one race car driver. He mostly resembles Daniel Ricciardo, but is closer to 40 than 30 and in my dream, has a teenage son who is helping him. The three of us are the only people present. They have set up two ramps that are about ten feet apart. The race car is to travel down one, fly off the edge, and land on the other one, to then drive up it and continue on the track, though which soon leads into a warehouse. I watch the event. The setup vaguely reminds me of a roller coaster. The vehicle misses the other ramp, the end of which is about five feet up from the ground, and crashes to pieces near it. No one is injured, despite the force of the impact. I become more present in my dream (that is, in interacting with it more) and talk to the driver. I mention how the second ramp could be lower, though the driver does not agree with me. He says something regarding feet and distance, though I perceive feet as relating to human anatomy. Later, he is holding an unusual big object. It seems to be gray cushions held together by rods. It seems he may be using this structure as added support for the first ramp. This scene is the point at which the subliminal mediation of illusory vestibular dynamics transmutes into a partial awareness I am asleep and dreaming (cushions associated with pillows).
I was being shot at. The bullets seemed to go in slow motion, but my own movements were slowed as well. I managed to dodge the first one. I tried to avoid the second and third ones, but quickly noticed it wasn't going to happen. The bullets hit me right in the face (not the head). Next thing I saw, was Claire mourning me. My view was in third person.
Date of Dream: WED 12 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 505 - The Uncrossable Road I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at Stud Park shopping centre but I forgot what I was doing there. I was walking back towards home with a small group of people that there was a giant obstruction on a big section of the major road. In-fact, it wasn’t even a road at all and was rather a huge area of coastal rock and rapidly moving water amongst it that was impossible to cross. I saw all the other people standing at the foot of the road break, looking worried, not knowing what to do. I thought that I would summon on 18-Volt and get him to help me cross, not only that but to get my brother NB across as well. My mum came up to me and said she didn’t want me summoning him and he was just an example of spiritual propaganda. I ended up raising my voice at my mum in 18-Volt’s defence and told her straight out, “He is a dream guide!”, and I also mentioned, “And it’s not just me, I’m going to ask him to take NB across as well”. My mum still didn’t seem convinced but I wasn’t going to put up with any of her negativity and instead, I was going to prove to her that my dream guides are the kind and loving sort. I walked further down the street, away from her, and proceeded to call for 18-Volt. I noticed that my brother was standing close by. It took a few attempts but eventually, 18-Volt was successfully summoned. He appeared on the start of the coastal rock terrain and he was somewhat distorted, especially with his figure being slightly smaller than me in this dream. Still, the energy radiating off him suggested that this was 18-Volt and so I comfortably approached him. I asked him to take me across but then I added, “I want you to take my brother as well”. He didn’t talk in this dream but he nodded and quietly accepted my request. The dream then showed me (still 1st person mode) locked in by 18-Volt’s left arm (he also didn’t seem to be distorted now; the arm and side of his body were of WarioWare Gold graphics). I couldn’t see my brother but there was this energy suggesting that he was locked in the same way, in 18-Volt’s right arm. Indeed, 18-Volt was the one to help us cross as he was able to land on each small rocky pedestal jutting out of the water by doing a long moon-jump motion. After he landed on a few of the little pedestals, the scene changed. My brother and I were now back at home and the scene was showing him in his bedroom. He had some friends over and he was telling them about how he was saved earlier. I came down and said something to him, I forgot what it was, but he said not for me to tell mum. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 505: Results (Competition #9) Competition Night: 7 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: 18-Volt Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 10.0 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt (1.0) - Help Someone In Need: My Brother (1.0) - 7-Day Recall Chain (7.0) + Previous Total: 18.5 Total Accumulated Points: 28.5
Updated 12-24-2018 at 09:59 AM by 93119
Date of Dream: TUE 11 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 504 - Fit For The Water I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at some unknown public pool there. There was a stranger man in there who was claiming to be 18-Volt but looked or acted nothing like him. Still, the man was trying to reach for something in the water but couldn’t get it, so I jumped in and got the item for the man. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 504: Results (Competition #9) Competition Night: 6 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 0.5 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) + Previous Total: 18.0 Total Accumulated Points: 18.5
Updated 12-14-2018 at 12:56 PM by 93119
Date of Dream: MON 10 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 503 - Spoons And Ice-cream I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at my old house, in the kitchen and I was serving dessert for my brother, his uni friend and his uni friend’s brother. There was a tub of vanilla ice-cream and chocolate ice-cream on the bench. As I put the ice-cream into bowls, I would alternate between the chocolate ice-cream and the vanilla ice-cream. It was strange because although there were four bowls, I ended up using about ten spoons to serve the ice-cream out. I was just about to do my brother’s but he takes the bowl off me and starts putting a massive amount in by himself. He said that he’d had enough of waiting for me. I just ended up getting to do my own one quicker. That’s all I can remember for this dream. Dream 503: Results (Competition #9) Competition Night: 5 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 5.5 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - 5-Day Recall Chain (5.0) + Previous Total: 12.5 Total Accumulated Points: 18.0
Friday, 14 December 2018. Reading time (optimized): 4 min. Readability score: 49. In choosing to ride in a taxi in the dream state, whether in subliminal, liminal, or concurrent dream self modes, I am relinquishing reticular activating system mediation to the preconscious and the emerging consciousness dynamics. The resulting preconscious simulacrum is an incidental factor of linear vestibular system correlation. It is a result of my dream self’s implied passivity in initiating the return to consciousness and the resolving of the illusory nature of physicality at the apex of the waking process. The taxi driver is a projected (rather than inherited) form of linear vestibular system correlation. Virtually any vehicle stems from the subliminal, liminal, or concurrent status of illusory physicality while sleeping, and while there is a lack of viable awareness of where my body is and its orientation. To reveal this process, I will include a list of some of the taxi dreams I presently have online, though this is a work in progress, as my online dream journal is nowhere near being a complete representation of my dreaming history. From dream #: 2,834-02 (age 13, “Overpass Mishap”). The taxi driver in this dream, an elderly black male, was known to me in real life. In rising beyond the median of the dreaming process, the taxi ascends an overpass. My dream begins to lose cohesion as we are at the peak, and the overpass seems to either quickly fall or vanish as I simultaneously phase through the roof of the taxi, effortlessly flying up into the sky. As I look down, it all looks like a miniature model, the taxi about the size of a Matchbox car. There is no “meaning” here. It is simply my infra-self responding to the enigmatic space of the dreaming process. From dream #: 1,195-02 (age 9, “My Little Cane”). In one of many segments in this very long dream, I am kidnapped by two men and taken into a taxi that actor Ricardo Montalban is driving. He is in charge of my kidnapping, intent on stealing my cane due to its dream-control-relevant dynamics. In a short time, I deliberately become invisible and phase through the roof of the taxi, flying to another location. Ultimately, this taught me about the crucially domineering nature of the preconscious and its simulacra in reticular activating system mediation, as the waking process is a biological necessity. The outcome was that I became ghostlike and remained annoyed by my lack of conscious self identity in the dream state, based on my inability to discern my physical body and its orientation as I sleep. There is a subliminal factor of my cane being analogous to Aaron’s rod. The core reticular formation aspect is a snake as the waking alert factor (though there is no direct snake association in this dream). From dream #: 1-02 (age 6, “Invisible in a Taxi”). In this dream, the taxi driver is actor Ernest Borgnine. My dream sustains enigmatic space to the degree where, not only am I phasing from the taxi, through walls, and back to my bed, and back to the taxi, the taxi phases through walls of commercial buildings now and then. I do not have money for the fare, but I manage to stay unnoticed by the driver. The subliminal awareness of being asleep in bed is inherent, which is why the preconscious is not domineering, though this changes when my dream self tries to sustain my dream for too long. From dream #: 1,513-02 (age 10, “Frank N. Stein”). In this dream, I am on the street between my elementary school and the playground, the taxi slowly going east. I soon see that Frankenstein’s monster is the driver. He turns around to look at me, but I do not feel threatened. Beyond, to my left, I see lightning inside my otherwise dark classroom (though I had seen it earlier before getting in the taxi). Lightning is a factor of increasing consciousness activity and implies the activation of the emerging consciousness (by way of the preconscious in liminal space) as Frankenstein’s monster came to life and “awakened” from lightning. From dream #: 10,591-01 (age 34, “Winona’s Taxi”). The taxi driver is Winona Ryder. She is annoying as the preconscious tends to be, to initiate the emerging consciousness essence. In this case, the smoke serves as an association with the passivity of the dream self and the lack of conscious self identity within the dream state (in subliminal modes). From dream #: 18,437-03 (age 56, “An Impossible Taxi Ride”). In this dream, the taxi as relevant to linear vestibular system correlation transmutes to nonlinear. As a result, the taxi goes up and down several staircases until reaching the driver’s apartment on presumably the second floor. (The driver is an unfamiliar man.) From here, there is a situation where he believes a wasp has flown from inside a big irregular rock, but I affirm there is no danger. The wasp represents the transmutation of the previous process and is autosymbolic of the increase of neuronal energy. From dream #: 18,382-05 (age 56, “A Spider in a Taxi”). In this dream, secondary factors of vestibular system correlation come into play. A spider (depending on the nature of the dream) is often a negative subliminal association with the human hand, in this case, stemming from my annoyance at high cab fares (and handing the cab driver “too much” money), particularly as I crush the spider with the edge of my wallet. A wallet typically holds identification cards and can be a factor of expressing conscious self will. To summarize: Taxi (or any vehicle): Analogous to the body, which is imaginary in the dream state (illusory physicality, orientation, and destination). Taxi driver: Typically the simulacrum of preconscious activity (by way of the reticular activating system), analogous to the emerging consciousness remaining passive of resolving the illusory physicality of the dream state. (See the examples above where my dream self deliberately abandons this process by phasing out of the vehicle and flying, the final stage of resolving vestibular system dynamics.)
Date of Dream: SUN 9 DEC - 2018 Dream No. 502 - Separated Sections Dream 502 A - Easter All Year Round I don’t remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, my mum and I were at a very distorted of Waverley Gardens shopping centre and we were looking to put together an Easter hamper to give to my two little cousins. We went into the sweet store and some of the Easter eggs I picked up felt like the chocolate had completely melted inside. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 502 B - Heavy Sleeper I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was in this unknown building and there seemed to be all these strangers around. I was calling out for 18-Volt and then I asked them, “does anyone know where 18-Volt is?”. A few people pointed in a certain direction and so I went that way. Apparently I went too far that way though as someone who was supposedly a distorted version of Dreamy WB pointed in the opposite direction. I looked absolutely confused for a second but soon, I discovered a door and so went backwards toward the door. I slowly opened it as not to disturb anyone as it had led into a small office space. There were all these people sitting at desks, with their backs turned to me on entering. I went over to 18-Volt (a slightly distorted WarioWare Gold appearance) and even he had the professional mannerism, brushing me off and telling me to let me finish his work. It wasn’t long though before he had stopped what he was doing and turned his chair around, signalling that he could now talk to me. Whereas 18-Volt was supposedly just expecting an informal greeting, I jumped up onto him and got myself comfortable on his lap, facing inwards towards him. In no time at all, I leaned my head into him, put my hands around his waist and fell asleep on while still on his lap. My eyes were shut but I had perceived this energy, telling me that he must have suddenly been startled to see that I had just helped myself to a nap without even saying anything to him first, thinking to himself “WTF?”. After 18-Volt got startled, he eased up and was now trying to stay as still as possible so as not to startle me awake. I got so relaxed that I actually started to lose consciousness. In-fact, the eventual complete loss of consciousness led to the dream ending; I woke up. Dream 502 C - All Aboard The Train I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, my dad was taking me to some unknown doctor’s clinic for a consultation of some sort. When we got there, I find out that we were supposed to take some sort of train to another block of consulting rooms. We didn’t know where the train was though. My dad and I sat down in what was the apparent waiting room. After a little while of nothing, the seats actually started to move off! This was the train! These belts came out of nowhere and I thought to myself, “That’s weird that the seat-belts just randomly came out like that”. At one point though, I complained to my dad that the seat-belt had tightened itself too hard and so now it was squashing me and almost suffocating me. The dream showed us riding through this cave on a set of high-up railway tracks. The place we ended up at was completely different and I have forgotten what the place actually looked like or what I was doing there. On the way back, I wasn’t with my dad anymore and rather I was by myself. This time, it appeared to be a real train that I was boarding and all in the same carriage were all the members of the WarioWare crew. They all seemed distorted in some way except for 18-Volt who had a 100% accuracy to his WarioWare Gold appearance. I even saw Wario sitting more towards the back of the train. I was sitting at the very front, on the right side next a window. Across from me was 18-Volt, on the left side, next to a window and behind him was 9-Volt. With my bags on the seat next to me, I looked to 18-Volt and with some hesitation, I said something like, “If it isn’t too much of a hassle, do you mind sitting next to me?”, then actually moving my bags and putting on the floor in front of me. 18-Volt didn’t speak but he seemed happy and he got up, came over and plonked himself onto the seat next to me. Then he spoke to me a bit but I forgot what he said. After that, 18-Volt placed his right arm around my neck and I placed my left one around him in return. The dream then showed the train going back though a cave similar to the one I had travelled through with my dad. The differences were that the scenery was slightly different and there were no seat-belts. At one point, the dream made mention that the train was going to go extremely fast. Then the train did go really fast and it was rocking really badly from side to side if it wasn’t going in the straight direction. It was indeed scary but 18-Volt reassured me, saying something like, “I’ve got you”, as he pulled me closer into him and tightened his grip around my neck to keep me upright. Near the end of the train ride, it was stated by the dream that I would be escorted by 18-Volt down the ramp as I passed by each of the other WarioWare employees. There was no ramp in the first part of the dream, so the area I returned to was not the same area I was in at the start. There was a large concrete ramp that was covered in yellow high-visibility paint. I was now walking down the ramp but I couldn’t see 18-Volt; the energy perception though suggested that he was following right behind me. Just as the dream mentioned, distorted WarioWare employees were set up equally apart on sections of the ramp. Some of the hands I remember shaking were Dr. Crygor, Ashley, 9-Volt and Penny. I don’t have clear recall of the other characters although I do know that I shook all of their hands at some stage of the ramp walk. When I got to the bottom of the ramp, the dream ended. Dream 502: Results (Competition #9) 502 A Competition Night: 4 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 502 B Competition Night: 4 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB & 18-Volt Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 502 C Competition Night: 4 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: 18-Volt Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 7.5 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: Dreamy WB (0.5) - Summon A Dream Guide: 18-Volt (1.0) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: 18-Volt (0.5) - 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0) + Previous Total: 5.0 Total Accumulated Points: 12.5
Updated 12-17-2018 at 01:18 PM by 93119
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