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Night of September 1, 2018. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,884-08. Reading time: 48 sec.



I enter a light sleep, with the flu. I am sitting on our couch in reality. I hear knocking (three knocks each time) in two areas of my head over time. I remain aware of my liminal state.

I am vaguely aware of the virtual division between the dream state and wakefulness, which forms as a sash window with no curtains. I am uncertain of the location. The room is mostly featureless. I get the impression of daylight through the window.

I think about vestibular system correlation (and imaginary proprioception) and its role in waking starts. I sense preconscious activity and see Mary Poppins cheerfully looking in through the window. As I remain uncertain if I am on the first or second (or higher) floor, I do not know if she is hovering or standing.

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Vestibular personification is often associated with flight (when the discernment of my physical body is inviable or ambiguous). The instinctual anticipation of vestibular system correlation comes before the personification of it. In this case, I am aware of the process, though not deliberately creating the simulacrum’s identity.

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The relevance is that Zsuzsanna and I lived in Maryborough when we first met, where the author of “Mary Poppins” was born.

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Morning of September 1, 2018. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,884-02. Reading time: 54 sec.

I seem to be only 14 years old. I am in the Cubitis living room on the couch (lengthwise against the north wall, where it never was in reality, as it would have blocked a door). I sense it is Saturday morning. An unknown male is present. I do not see him as an intruder.

I missed at least a day of school, so I need to write an excuse. It has to involve something dangerous. The only idea I have is that an octopus attacked me, so I am recovering. Along with explanatory notes, I need to provide physical evidence.

I have two long yucca roots. I think they might provide evidence as octopus tentacles, but it does not seem feasible. I think about mentally willing them to become meat, but it does not seem to work.

Eventually, I do not think my plan will work. I remain concerned about not finishing the report on time. I start to worry about validly explaining my absence. The roots are white as I wake.

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Which valid threads are extant in a dream and which are not has always fascinated me. I am aware it is a Saturday morning and that I am sleeping on my left side on a couch, yet I have no memory of my current conscious adult self or of where I am living or what country.

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Created Friday 31 August 2018

Got three DILDs to note, along with a few fragments.

Dream 1 - Drool School

The visuals were mostly clear. I was in a crowded middle school classroom. Many of the students there were those I've only met in highschool. Similarly, my 12th grade math teacher was leading the class. Much as in previous dreams, some zany mishap caused me to be a student once again. The room was quite crowded with random furnishings, even a stretcher. But, besides the desks, us students were prohibited from using them.

Cut to the end of class. In the hallway, I pass the live-action versions of Wolverine and Storm as depicted in the first X-Men movie. I then thought to sneak to the lunchroom. It seemed a bunch of other people had the same idea, given the long queue just outside the cafeteria, so I just continued onwards.

Soon, in a narrow courtyard, I spotted a swimming class taking place. The teacher was a thin African-descended woman. Meanwhile, the students were already in their swim wear. Far as I could tell, the lesson included procedures on how to handle potential harassment.

Eventually, the courtyard opened up into an entire beach, the sand coarse and distinctly black in color. Powerful waves vividly reflected the blue sky above. Such a view instantly triggered lucidity. Just then, the waves became more violent, as if reacting to my awareness. I slowly backed away, just to find that the water has already flooded the place up to my hip. Still, I managed to avoid from getting submerged by the tides.

I waded back to the courtyard. Took a good moment to rub my hands thoroughly. After that, I set my efforts on my guide, E. I began shaping the water into her form (if scaled to much greater heights), but it wouldn't hold for long enough. I even tried adding sand in the mix, and also transforming a nearby pillar, but no luck.

Then, I noticed a distinct figure passing by, a woman in a white niqab and like-colored dress. I unveiled her cloak, and found this was a pretty, petite Caucasian woman, face narrow, eyes wide, and hair long and dark. Despite not being anyone I've ever seen, I could sense this was actually my guide. Indeed, after recovering from surprise, she flashed a familiar cheeky smile. We hugged, of course. I asked why she didn't quite look like herself. "Just a snag.", she claimed.

Things distorted. My sight projects into a distant 3rd person view. Ahead, I see my guide, now gigantic, nude, and appearing in her actual likeness (ie Asiatic and a bit plump), grinning down at my tiny form. She then, uh, licked me, covering my body in tepid drool. Couldn't keep from accidentally snorting her spit. I wake up gagging.


Scrap Group 1
At a waterpark with family. We leave at dusk. Mom is at the front seat, driving around like crazy.

At home upstairs. Various family members were gathered there. We look out at an ominous dusk sky. There were a bunch of people on our driveway, several laid out on the pavement. Figured some bad accident just occurred, and that someone probably even died. One victim was wrapped in a Superman blanket. Me and the others argue between ourselves. Later, a psychopomp (Death?) shows up to bickers with us as well.

Dream 2 - Guide Sightseeing

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a bathroom, shower running in a concealed tub nearby. Got aware quickly. I imagined my guide was the one at the shower. Good time as any for some "sightseeing". ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I shrunk down to about a foot high, then hovered and phased through the glass door. As the steam cleared, I saw that this was some random mustachioed guy, and well, I saw too much. Noped the hell outta there.

After phasing through the wall, I ended up in a similar shower as above. This time, I found E. I circled around her in plain view., then let her take hold of me. By the looks of it, she wasn't very happy to see me. The dream collapsed soon after.

Dream 3 - Guide in a Box

The visuals were mostly clear, if slightly dim. I falsely awakening in bed. I walk out to a large kitchen of an unknown site. Mom was there making coffee. Reckoned she was there to remind me that I'd agreed to help with her gardening. I went past her to a hallway, when I got the idea to float around. Doing as much triggered awareness.

I hovered down into a cramped living room, twilight peeking from a glass door. Took a very long moment to rub hands, then to ease my breaths. I spotted a large blue box containing an RC vehicle or drone. I held the box, then tried transforming it into my guide. It took a good half a minute of calm focus before I noticed a change, starting with a featureless human hologram. Before long, my guide had formed in my arms, her torso wrapped in a thin white sheet. She yawned and stretched before acknowledging me. "What d'ya need?", she asked sleepily. E gently scratched my chin and hair while waiting for a reply.

I then asked her... "MEOW!" Damned cat woke me up. Such is the risk of trying to LD so late in the morning.Given a choice, I'd chuck that little pest to the moon...

In this dream, I seem to have been selected to contribute to some collaborative project that has to do with “Game of Thrones” and a couple of prominent political figures, including Trump. I think there are 25 of us in all, but I don’t actually meet with the others—I just have an interview with someone, and that’s it. It’s in a large, modern building, and I recall being in an elevator at some point, deciding that I’ll go to join the others and see the complete work. It seems a little strange to me that I should be playing a part in this—I haven’t watched or read “Game of Thrones,” and I don’t seem to be personally involved in these matters the way everybody else is. But I’m curious enough to go anyway.

I join the others in a room with a large screen on one wall. It’s divided up into smaller rectangles of various sizes and proportions on which video loops are being played. I can see my own contribution among them, in the upper central area, showing the collapse of a temple-like building with hundreds of statues in front of it, among other images.

Then it starts playing, and my part comes first. In the narration, I recognize what I had said in the interview, now in a more polished form. It’s now clear that what I provided was the prologue, tracing out the historical background of the story told in all the subsequent parts, setting the stage for it. That makes a lot of sense, actually—now I can see how it’s relevant, even though it doesn’t directly concern the characters that the story is focused on.

(30.8.18)

This was a somewhat peculiar dream. The school I go to had arranged this even where you could get on one of two sides and participate in a fake war, to see what it was like. However, they didn’t actually give us any fake weapons or anything, so we had to fight with our fists.

I remember the group I was in, Law, marching side by side with the Chaos group. It was actually a surprisingly long line of people. Most people in both groups were wearing this uniform similar to Goro Akechi’s Metaverse outfit. The Law side had a really light yellow colored uniform and the Chaos side had a dark red colored uniform.

After a bit of marching both groups reached the town center. That’s when I noticed that the uniformed people just... disappeared altogether. And as I looked around, a few groups of people appeared from various alleys that were around. Those groups were full of people I didn’t recognize, but they were always led by someone whom had been in one of my classes at least once. I assumed these guys were Chaos groups, so I avoided them. After all, I couldn’t really take 15 people by myself.

After walking for a little bit, I got to this McDonald’s. I thought “Why not? I could go for a mid-battle meal.” And I tried to go in. I’m fairly certain the building had automated doors. But, as I was getting close to the door, three people exited. I knew two of them, Blake and Jack, but for some reason, I couldn’t make out who or what the third figure was. It looked kinda shadowy, but it was more of a grey color than a black.

I greeted them and asked them if they were enjoying this even at all. That’s when I felt a slight pain in my head, and this sort of blue-ish light appeared around the corners of my eyes. I think the same thing had happened to them as well, because they looked like they were in pain.

Some fighting between the three of us happened, most of which I can’t really recall, but I think I was trying to avoid hurting them, so I was just dodging. I ended up falling to the ground, and the two of them sat on me in order to pin me to the ground. I started laughing for some reason.

That’s when I woke up.

I was next to my computer, messing around with plugs. It is night time and I have a small uncovered lamp on next to me. I have an outlet strip in my hand and I took a white plug and plugged it in the wrong way. I plugged it in one slot off and only on prung went in and the other slid down the side of the outlet. There was a loud pop and flash and I threw the strip down. The plug began to spark and knew that I had to take it out but didn't want to touch it and end up getting shocked.

There was a creepy mirror world that looked sorta like my room. It was more mirrored beyond the French doors and these creatures would come out of the closet and we’d have to fight them to survive.

I also was playing this online game that was this racing game that had one simple track. The racers were either blobs or donuts, and there were different modes that changed the game slightly.

The big on was that I was traveling down a road in a fantasy world similar to my oblivion dreams, with a couple of companions. We’re traveling to another town but have to part ways for a while so I could check on my other people. When I get there, I see that they’re all locked up and I have to get them out of this situation. It’s implied that I’m the lady of some sort bc I how I act. I say that I’m going to get everyone out even if I have to burn down the whole town. I get most people out somehow and need to help my friend Hailey. She had been trapped in the mirror world for a while and she’s changed. She told me she’s died three times and if she did again, that’d be it.

I am at Matt and Sara’s house (not sure if it really looks like it). It is pretty dim in here and dark outside. There is a natural disaster occurring; I see a red glow outside. What I’m fairly certain is lava is coming up through the floor. It seems to be coming in through almost every side, but I am able to escape. Outside is almost no better; lava is flowing down the street towards me. I narrowly avoid it. I think Matt, Sara, and Makayla were still in the house, and I hope they’re okay. I am walking away, trying to distance myself from the lava/fire, when I call Dad. I tell him I’m headed a certain direction, to which he tells me angrily that is the wrong way to go. I guess it is worse that way. I get slightly angry at his quickness to anger, like he doesn’t trust my autonomy. With a slight bite to my voice, I tell him I’m fine and safe. I try to call Melissa and Makayla, with no answer. I end up in a Qdoba or something similar. Kenny is working here (he looks younger and older at the same time. I think he has a small mustache). I’m not sure if he recognizes me as I approach the counter. I think I ask what comes on something, and he says he’ll tell me when I pick something. I chose a taco, and he tells me what’s on it. One of the ingredients is bacon. I tell him that’s all okay. I then ask for just a medium sized drink. He moves to the register (to my right) and rings everything up. The total ($8) appears and then goes down, before disappearing completely. I didn’t mind paying and didn’t expect this, but Kenny just chuckles. I go for a fist bump, but he goes to shake it. I go to fill the pretty large plastic cup. I think I end up contacting everyone and finding out that they’re okay.



I am going somewhere with Melissa and her mom and dad. I’m driving Melissa, following her dad. It looks like we’re in a fairly large city, though the roads are not too bad. I am following a map and turn where it says to, though Carlos has gone straight. The turn does seem kind of wrong. Immediately, Carlos calls and tells me he knows what the map says, but to not go that way. I start turning around. We end up parking outside of some buildings. They are tall, with a gently sloping grassy area with a paved walkway nestled amongst them. There is a car parked so close to two low rock walls I don’t even know how it fit. We don’t see Carlos’ car, but we know this is the place, so we get out and start to look for them. We spot them walking through a sort of very small outdoor plaza that mostly looks like a patio. I also see Sage’s mom sitting out here. I’m wondering if she’ll see me. I must also see Granny, because I message Sage, saying how I saw my mom’s mom with her mom. I am now sitting on the cement with Carlos and Melissa. We are packing for a trip, but we are packing sausages? They are little pieces in what looks like an ice tray. Carlos breaks them out and puts them nicely in a small but long black bag. After a while, I start helping. We had them in nice rows, but those start to fall apart. There’s also some loose rice in the bag. Melissa starts putting small pieces of white cheese in the bag, before her dad says she doesn’t need to. I want some though, so I keep putting a few pieces in. We are packing for a lot of people - 60? I’m holding a Ziploc that has two plastic containers in it. I think they are full of water, so I add water to one. I am then under the impression that they are sunscreen, so I feel bad for messing it up. Melissa then tells me it is only water. We are now in a small, cement corner type area. There’s a Deadpool movie theater cardboard cut-out. We hold it up because we think Carlos will like it. Some others show up, about 3-4 guys and girls probably in their mid 20s. They start climbing up this large cut-out. I spot them. One of the guys drops down, bending his legs completely and bringing his whole body down to absorb the impact. There are holes in it, which is what they’re using to climb it. One of the girls is getting mad at them for doing it. This only provokes me. Dressed like Spiderman? I start climbing it. I initially pull myself up with just one finger in a hole at the top of my reach. I climb further than the others did. I start to swing out, a seemingly tense moment for everyone, but my feet land on a brick wall, on which I just barely balance and stand on. I then grasp it and lower myself down first before jumping the rest of the way to the ground. I think I was talking to the girl through all of this. The other say I just completely destroyed her (because she thought we shouldn’t be doing this?). I’m thinking I should’ve done a backflip at the end.



I’m in a high school gym with Melissa. Something is going on; the bleachers are fairly full. We slow and look for a space to sit. There’s an empty row at the top, which we take. People are throwing a ball around, up and down the bleachers. We end up with all of our clothes off, but covering ourselves partially with a blanket.



Melissa and I are staying at my grandma's house. Our bed is not even in a bedroom, just out in the open. I think we have been or are having sex. I hope we haven’t been too loud.

I am going on a hike in some hills (it seems like the area up above Dad’s house and also familiar from another dream?). I think there’s something about taking Melissa or wanting to take her but not wanting it to be too steep or too long for her. At the top of the hill it levels out and seems to be a large, wide open area up here. To my left, there is an incut with pretty tall rock walls and a waterfall cascading straight down, about 20 feet back. There are a few other people here, walking around and looking. I don’t remember this waterfall being up here. On the horizon, I can see more small and long waterfalls and pools of water. I move my position and they disappear like an illusion.

I am going to some event of Denisse’s - a birthday party for Demyan? The invitation says it starts between 2 and 4. I’m going to be there closer to 4 or 5. The place is in a pretty desolate area with dirt roads. I ride a dirt bike? to the house, taking a curve in the dirt road that only cuts off a corner. At one point, I am alone in a garage of a house that seems fairly large and nice. There is a punching bag that I unload a few punches on. The punches are not as strong as I would like them to be.



I wake up in a bed with Melissa. We begin taking each other’s clothes off and having sex. She now starts to go down on me, but I am wearing a condom. She recoils from the taste. I would take it off, but the taste would remain. I’m not exactly sure what to do.

There is a lake, fairly small but very long. The scenery is like that of Frenchmans lake. I am swimming and swimming faster than is humanly possible. I make it to the far side of the lake. There are what seem like the cargo compartments of semi trucks? that I climb on top of. It seems they’re at the end of an ocean? (it seems really calm). It seems to be twilight. I think I’m going to jump into the water.

I am outside, on some fairly large dock (by the ocean, I think). It wraps around a building and has a few extensions for boats to moor. I attach a long mop head to a pole, dip it off the side and into the water, and start mopping. I go in long, vertical rows. A slightly older and shirtless man is walking this way, so I leave room for him to get by. I believe that the water has been dosed with LSD, and so too will be everyone what now comes into contact with the mopped deck. It occurs to me that I’ll become dosed, as I’m barefoot and walking where I’ve mopped, but I don’t really mind.

I have gone to see Tess for a tattoo. I’m going back to her (like she is Lisa) since I got my first from her. Inside, I am sitting at a counter by a window (it resembles a barber shop counter and seats). Dad is here with me. I am getting the tattoo on my right foot - the same Pink Floyd symbol I already have? It doesn’t turn out too well; it is too long and thin, as well as misshapen, on top of my foot. There’s a line running horizontally along my foot also. She is done and is going to charge me, but I think about asking if she can redo it. I don’t though, and pay the $58? With my card. I figure the tip at $6 and add 8 and 6 to get 14 to carry over on the addition. I’m thinking I could still get the tattoo altered/covered up. I’m also thinking about getting the number 1 in the same place Makayla has her tattoo. It has some significance. I also think about getting it on my ankle/outside of my leg to see if it really does hurt. I tell Dad to get a tattoo and he kind of laughs and says no.



I am filling up a large bathtub. It seem to be in a room and set into the ground. It’s probably bigger than some pools. It overflows into the room. The water is not all that hot; I can only feel heat from the water currently coming out below the water level. Melissa is here, and I tell her she can get in with me.

Rocio? is driving me to a college campus. We get there and I can see that there are no lights on in the building. I try the door (looks like the glass double doors at a high school) and it is locked. I can’t believe they are not open, but someone tells me I can get in another way.

I have DMT. This DMT is in the form of little white rings that look just like the lifesaver mints. I have quite a few of them (for a moment I think they’re laid out in a grid). I think I am going to take a ¼ of one - enough for a mild trip.



I have gotten high (from smoking pot, I’m pretty sure). It hits me and is rather intense. I haven’t been high in a long time and its wave is familiar but almost catches me off guard. I am in a room with Melissa (I want to say Melissa, but it also might be Felicia?) and both her and the room’s proportions seem off and fuzzy. She asks if I’m high, though it is obvious. I stumble back into a counter at one point.