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Morning of December 10, 2018. Monday.

Dream #: 18,984-05. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score: 75.



I enter another of several vivid dreams of this date. In this event, I maintain most of my conscious self identity in association with my marriage and family. The setting is unknown. My mother is present. My dream self does not recall that she had died in October of 2002 or that she had never been to Australia or met Zsuzsanna or our children in real life.

She had bought two cakes in pans with ice cream covering them. I eat some of the darker cake. Zsuzsanna and our three youngest children are present.

I then go on to eat some of the other “cake” and see that it is now mostly white ice cream that seems to be partially melting. I also notice steam rising from it, and become puzzled. I scoop up and eat a lot of it. Something in the back of my mind makes me question this situation.

I pick up an interesting object from near a corner of the cake pan. It is a beautiful rooster salt shaker in a crowing stance. There was loose salt around it. (I am wondering if this is another dream with gamma-aminobutyric acid autosymbolism or if it represents sweating in the heat.)

I wake as I gaze at the rooster salt shaker and find it curious that a place that sells food would give one out for each purchase.

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Of course, a rooster is autosymbolism for the preconscious function and transition of waking up from sleep. How obvious can it get?

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Morning of December 10, 2018. Monday.

Dream #: 18,984-07. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



Summary for casual readers only:

While on the Cubitis carport, I see two toy parachutists hanging from the northerly eaves, a blue one and a white one. I go around and take the white one down and throw it about when back on the carport. An unknown woman looks on from where the carport meets the driveway.

Readers with no interest in legitimate causes and effects of dreams need not read past this point.

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Preconscious precursor: My dream self attains subliminal awareness of being in REM sleep, though no current conscious self identity has yet emerged. A common liminal space nexus, the Cubitis carport (irrelevant to real life since 1978), is the setting. It represents being within the virtual space between my imaginary dream self and my conscious self identity. In subliminal, liminal, and concurrent dream self modes, I have deliberately used porches and carports since early childhood for this level of dream state and wakefulness processing.

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I am on the Cubitis house’s carport in late morning. The sky is blue, and I mostly focus on the northerly direction. Someone else is present who is a female of perhaps thirty, but I do not know her identity.

To the north, I see objects in the sky. (One might be an airplane, but this remains unknown when I focus on the toys in the next scene.) I eventually see a toy parachutist hanging from the eaves. I had first thought that it was in the air in the distance, beyond Harold’s house on the other side of the orange grove. I walk around outside of the carport. At this point, I see two toy parachutists hanging by strings from their miniature parachutes, one slightly higher than the other. One is blue and the other white. I somehow take down the white toy (which would not have been possible in reality as it would have been too high up).

I play with the toy parachutist on the carport for several minutes, noticing that it works very well, the parachute expanding and the soldier slowly floating down as I catch it each time. Its texture is simultaneously rubbery and silky. I find its perfection wondrous. Eventually, I begin to recall who I am. I remember my youngest son, though there is no other recall (such as where I live as I erroneously maintain the illusion of Cubitis until I wake). I consider that I will give my youngest son the toys. I think that someone, perhaps two unknown young boys, had lost them and probably will not return.

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Crucial notes: A common factor of the waking process and consciousness achievement is the preconscious simulacrum. Here, it is probably my wife Zsuzsanna, though remains dormant (unrecognized) until I wake. It does not domineer, as I am actively working with vestibular system correlation in subliminal anticipation of the falling start that terminates many dreams, though of which does not occur here as I modulate the process into a soft awakening, though with a projected transition rather than inherited.

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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

At my parent's home, when my dad still lived there, staying in my old bedroom with Riverstone. Some awkward moments in which my dad enters the room by storm, just because. He then leaves the house and finally we get some peace. I wake up in the morning and there are some ten Arab dudes who all look alike, in the hallway and coming out of the living room.
My mom says there was a wildfire in the hills behind the building and since we didn't hear her calling for help during the night, she has picked up some dudes from the street who offered to help evacuate the family and our animals. Yeah, but why are they all clones?
Then I go to the window and find strange how there was a fire, since we are in the winter, and it's cold and foggy outside. But not even 5 mins later, it dries up and warms up and I see a gigantic cloud of smoke arising from behind the hill and understand the fire restarted. Then I see uprooted trees levitating towards the sky and I am also being pulled and see it from above. Something or someone is collecting individuals of each species to repopulate a new Earth. I feel sad and hopeful. We are doomed but at least someone is trying to give this beautiful diversity of life a chance somewhere else.

I was in the coolest high school ever. The school had a basement that was exclusively for the students to hang out and all of them, with a few exceptions, looked like a rock star, a movie star or a model. I think there were only a couple of geeky nerds who looked pretty average.
One day a new student comes in, he is a bit older and a bit cranky and anti-social. He looks like a young David Bowie, but unfriendly. One night he decides to stay in school through the night and hides in said basement. What he doesn't know is that the place is monitored by cameras that stream everything online in a group we are all part of.
He puts on some punk music, he smokes a joint and then he undresses and gets in his underwear. He dances like crazy, not knowing we are all watching. We find it funny, but we don not intend to shame him. So we send the group of coolest kids in school, who are non-other than the Beatles. They go downstairs to surprise him and we all watch it as it happens. It's hilarious when he gets caught. Then we all join and we explain he had been on camera all the time. We actually came to prevent him doing something that could actually embarrass him beyond repair. But he doesn't understand and says he will sue us for filming him.

Later on I see a group of kids building an indoor pool just across a classroom where I have a lots of classes. Zilla is with me and we comment about it. There is another pool outside, but that one is controlled by a group of older kids and although one of them is my childhood friend Carla, she behaves like she doesn't know me and doesn't help us getting access to the pool.
But now we will be able to get out of the classroom and jump right in the pool. We talk to the guys building it. They are just so nice and this school is so unreal.

Not much of a recall lately. Got me a new bottle of Galantamine, excited to make time and WILD soon.

This was maybe 4 days ago...

Apocalyptic world, people sick from some epidemic. I remember getting out to the street and telling others, we should have picked up some baseball bats and other weapons in the walmart we just walked through.

I somehow get to a one story house. I'm their "help". Nobody is there, only me and ozzy. I'm fetching some soda for him from the fridge, then he wants to have sex with me. Remind me of The Handmaids Tale I watched recently.

Was intense, kinda liked the feel of the dream.

As usual, I seem to have become aware that I’m dreaming without being able to remember how it happened. I’m in a house along with two other people. I believe that they’re other dreamers—not sure now on what basis.

In one part early on, I’m looking at a still scene in front of me, like a picture. It takes me a couple minutes to puzzle out what’s happening in it. A young man is shown looking into a body of water like a lake. The sky is colorful and full of varied light, with a couple odd-shaped clouds in the foreground. I figure out that the cloud that looks like a unicorn’s head is going towards the cloud shaped like a dragon’s, which represents an attack on the sun by the moon, and the man is watching it through the reflections in the water.

When I’ve realized this, the scene comes to life in front of me. The clouds converge, and the sky darkens, with the moon appearing. It behaves strangely at first before taking up a normal course in the sky. The man gets up and heads in the direction it has gone. He’s going to try to fix the situation.

A lot of the dream faded from memory when I woke up, but in the subsequent parts, I was with the two dreamers. I only remember one person well, a guy. He is apparently already familiar with this legend—I get the impression he knows a lot of them.

At some point quite a bit later on, the others are somewhere else, fighting a monster of some kind. I guess some people don’t feel like they’ve really accomplished something unless there’s an epic boss battle at the end—but I just don’t find those things very interesting. While that’s going on, I’m standing near a grove of palm trees, above which the moon is floating in the form of a little, glowing crescent shape. Once we get ahold of that, we’ve won. According to the man, however, there’s something odd about the palm leaves, and a person will die if they touch them. But they just look like normal palm leaves to me, and so I figure I’ll take my chances with them. Anyway, I can fly in from above and avoid the leaves that way.

First step: make wings. I’ve been using shortcuts so much lately I figure that this time, I’ll do the full procedure like I used to. I stand facing my shadow on the ground, and will it to grow wings. Immediately, I see them unfolding, and unfolding further, out to their usual considerable span.

But this time—perhaps in response to my wanting to get a better view of what happens when I do this—there are also reflective surfaces nearby, although I can’t say now just what they were. I can see the wings themselves reflected in them—and since I’ve never set an intention for anything beyond generic wings, it’s a bit of a surprise to see how they’re turning out—red-gold in color, and faintly glowing. I climb up onto a nearby object—again, I can’t remember specifically what it was—and from there, hover over to the trees and grab the crescent moon.

In the process, though, I brush the tips of a couple palm leaves. And, perhaps because of that— or perhaps not— I soon find the dream fading around me until I’m in complete darkness. I’m still lucid, though. It feels as if I’m moving forward, but with nothing visible except for occasional faint shapes in the darkness, it’s impossible to tell—or, for that matter, tell how much time is passing. But after a while, I feel like it’s a good time to go back. I open my eyes, intending to be in the previous setting.

And I’m there, as before, and so are the two people. I can remember even less of this later part than I can the previous one—although I can recall the second person definitely being female in this one, whereas I can remember nothing at all about them from the first. There’s a series of events involving a deep pit filled with boiling water that opened up in the house. At some later part, the others seem to have lost lucidity. They're acting somewhat zombie-like, and are unresponsive to my efforts to get their attention. Not long after that, I wake up.

8.12.18

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

On my teenage bedroom, going to sleep late, keeping a light on.

With some friends at a party hosted by Björk.
I hurt a finger and burst a blood vessel internally, so I cut open a little bit of the flesh to squeeze some blood out, but instead come out little orange spiders.
I empty my entire finger until it becomes transparent and naturally it refills with fluids and muscle. It starts working wonderfully and I realize I need do do the same procedure with all my fingers which are painful and stiff, but I can't find the courage to see more spiders coming out of me, I am freaking out at the thought.
Then thorny vines start bursting out through my skin and I also try to remove them one by one and it is painful.
Meanwhile I am feeling a bit hallucinated with all that is happening to me and I decided that maybe that was it: I was indeed hallucinating! and I enter a strange mental crazy state, dancing like mad and Björk asks me if I'm alright. My friend Nuno says I need to continue extracting the spiders to heal and I say "What, so it was real? You did see it?" And they confirm with a nod.

Friend's mansion, looking for one of the many toilets, end up in the laundry room, which is bigger than my living room and dinning room together and has a fireplace.

My own house is attached to a pharmacy which is all made of glass walls. One night I hear noise at the pharmacy door and I go take a look. There is a gang of guys planning to rob it. They see me peaking though a door, because there is an all night light on illuminating the whole place. I hear them commenting that I'll be the final prize. I get scared, because I know they can get inside the pharmacy easily by breaking the glass. So I go back to the house, lock the door behind me and go check all other doors in my house. Then freak out that they are all unlocked and I can't find the key.

There is a festival promoting a new food, made from some sea creature or algae, that people never ate before. It is processed into some green waffle toasts and also a spread. I try the spread, tastes weird like raw pureed seaweed. They are asking name suggestions for the products. There are some names on the table already and I see one that looks like Okeje.

Well I got lucid again. The dream was very vivid, and the feeling of it was very "real", just like I want it. Since I started up my lucid dreamning training agin (abut a month ish ago) I have had about 10 lucid dreams. Which I think is pretty decent, since 4 years ago when I was practicing lucid dreaming, I barely got lucid, and had a hard time stabilizing and controlling the dream. I guess I have come pretty far (compared to then). I feel like I get lucid a decent amount, so it's been easier for me to work with the stuff I wanted to. For an example one of my "lifetime goals" was just to do some physical training in a dream, and experiment with this. I already have been able to fulfill that goal lolz so that's nice. I will def come back to the physical training in dream, when my dream control, stability and lucid frequency (haha the amount I get lucid) gets better. Only a matter of time I guess?
Well this lucid was the random dild I dislike. Normally I don't like these since the induction technique I feel is just like rolling dice. Either you are lucky or you aren't... well tonight I got lucky lol. And it felt good. It actually felt like this technique can have some consistency to it.
Dream: I ant totally remember the dream, since I feel like I used up all my memory on remembering all the details of the lucid part, and trying to deild back into the lucid dream after I woke up... well I def remember I got lucid.
Me and 2 friends from my climbing gym just got of a train, and onto the train station. I don't remember the city we were in. But I remember it definitely was not Scandinavia or Asia lol. We walked over a 2 laned road, and as we were walking a car came speeding by. We started running instead of walking, and barely made it across the road. While taking the last step across the road, I got very aware of everything. It was like everything kinda slowed down, and I had time to think and feel my body and surroundings. (I often do this in waking life to RC. I mean the focus and feeling part). While feeling my body I noticed how I jumped over the curb and gently landed on the soles of my feet on the sidewalk. I could feel the impact on my soles, and it felt "real". I Odis the nose plug RC and damn... i was dreaming! I looked in front of me, and my friend was standing there, all happy since we made it across the road without being run over lol. (I have always had problems with summoning stuff. People, items and surroundings, I have always had trouble controlling). It's always been a goal to summon/say hi to a friends in my dreams. But I have never been able to summon them, or go to a place where they were... so this time, I was aware of my past failings, and wanted to try something new, which I had tried once before in a dream. I asked my friend in the dream, if he knew where my other friend were. He looked around and pointed to a house nearby, and told me my friend was in there. He lead the way. We walked into this old house, and went up a flight of stairs and into a room upstairs. And sure enough my friend was there lol! We talked about training, as we always do lol. And my friends answers were pretty fking profound lol. I got exited about or conversation lol, and woke up!
I didn't move as I woke up, since I wanted to deild back into the dream and continue the dream where it left off. I tried for some time, but I was too exited to fall back asleep.... dang. I def need to hear what these dream characters have to say haha.

Well the way I got lucid wasn't as rng as it used to. Normally something strange happens, or dream characters talk about dreams, before I question my awareness. But this time I questioned my awareness just by myself. This is a step in the right direction I think. And a step towards making dilds more consistent and on MY terms.

Nice! If you can't so the dream control (summoning friends or whatever) just let the dream characters so the work for you lol.

Created Saturday 08 December 2018

Got non-lucid things today.

Scrap Group 1
Playing on the keyboard. I play a difficult song, and actually do quite well at it.

Dream 1 - Flaming Eye and Ghost Schmuck

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was infiltrating an hidden underground bunker. A dark-skinned woman in a catsuit was partnered up with me, if not my acting superior. Monsters lurked around the place. We took special precaution to avoid them.

Later, we were trapped in a turbine hall. Cue a boss battle with a giant, 15ft. diameter burning eye. Whenever it attacked, it took the form of a dinosaur's head, which then belched flames. Afterwards, it would retreat to another part of the arena. The boss also had a cloaked ghost as backup, of which would transform into various weapons. The ghost could be stunned temporarily, but was otherwise invulnerable. And, like many video game bosses, the giant eye was vulnerable only when it was on the offensive. My partner and I took quite some time to figure this all out. Unfortunately, the woman was killed shortly after. Still, she somehow talked from beyond the grave, demanding that I use some rare, limited use resurrection trinket. Using video game logic, I chose to just "reset" this fight instead.

Things changed around a bit. Now, a phone's ringing served as a tell to the eyeball's attack. Furthermore, the ghost now took the
shape of a pale, fast-talking schmuck with black hair, and dressed in a like-colored suit. This guy was a real smartass, tossing out jeers and phone-themed wisecracks in rapid succession, not helped that he somehow had personal info on my partner and I. He started with a "hotline" joke, then went on to (pretend to?) call specific relatives or neighbors or such. Really made it easy for me to go after him, despite the eye being the highest priority target. Still, my partner, being far more agile than I, seemed to have a decent handle taking the main boss out alone.

That cat woke me up eventually.

I remember speaking to a friend from real life in a green, park-like area. Somehow the topic of lucid dreaming comes up and I perform the nose-pinch reality check. At first, I don't register that it failed, but noticed something off and tried again. I performed the check twice more, realizing that I was able to breathe but not believing that I was dreaming. Absolutely confused, I ran off onto a cobblestone path that led to a staircase, on which I performed the hand rc. Finally understanding that I am dreaming, I began to fly but instantly woke up.

Location: large luxury house
POV: some first-person, some third-person
Notes: Sexual content. Movie style cutscenes, organic flow. Dream "self" is not obviously me. Order of scenes is not chronological. I ate a lot of rice krispies treats before I went to sleep.

Events: A dysfunctional family is preparing to sell the house. A real estate agent frequently visits. The agent and the matron have a
vindictive/antagonistic relationship. [In third person:] The agent and matron have a reigned-in/relatively calm but emotionally charged verbal dispute. Their attitudes suggest that in the manner of stereotypical feuding upper class housewives they are constantly working to undermine each other. The real-estate agents tells the matron of the household that the matron's sour attitude is pushing away clients.

[In first person:] Upstairs, two young men ("myself" and another) share an intimate moment. The one who lives at the house is laying on a cot or couch, with a visitor ("myself") resting at his side, sitting on the floor. Another conscious presence is transmitting information about the nature of meditation. This portion of the dream has a spiritually compelling feeling that is difficult to describe. I actually remembered some of the direct information that was given by this ethereal voice upon waking up, but it has unfortunately left me now.

The remainder of the dream was sexual in nature, involving the first two men mentioned and an additional pair. They are attempting to stealthily hook up in the upstairs area.

I find myself in my [real] hometown, where I grew up, talking to an old classmate from high school. I am asking them about the changes in town. What was once a regular outer suburb is now much more developed and dense. New architectures of mid-rise apartments ("Lemme guess, they start at like $1200 a month?" "Exactly.") replace old subdivisions. The architecture is stylish, having some historical qualities with occasional modern facades. The town is planned around a large central complex which contains a public library. There are many walkways and bridges that link up to this central complex. Not many cars are seen on the roads.

After conversing with my old classmate, I continue to tour the town, seeing the foyer of one of the apartment blocks. I make my way past the central complex and start out of town. After just a mile or two I run into a small network of cheap shacks. The occupants are zombie-like, and start walking towards me but without seeming to acknowledge or look at me. Thus I turn around and with difficulty, and the feeling of cement-like steps, walk back to a new black truck.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I have an android friend, Japanese looking, who I always treat as a human friend. Someday I have somewhere to go and leave her behind without an explanation and she resented me for that, felt treated like an appliance that would be just fine at home alone. She wanted to cut bonds with me. I gave her freedom to act as a human and live her life. Encountered her years later, on a boat, docked on an island, where there's a festival happening.
She is still angry at me, had been living with guys who used her (I guess as a sex partner) but she had left them one after the other, tired of being constantly treated as an object.
Very strong wildfires burst in the island leaving everyone in danger.
In the midst of all these, there is a revelation of documents that finally show how much money Trump got from certain people and lots of people are celebrating his downfall. One lady wants to share the news on a megaphone, when a siren sounds loudly and flames approach the coast. Lots of people come take refuge in ships by the coast and becomes a nightmare to fit so many people in the boats. Chaos ensues and one guys tries to rape me in a dark corner, but I get helped by another guy whom I detest, but on that moment I even feel attracted to him.

With a bunch of people, many familiar to me, still on a boat, but now things are calmer and on land there is some event with conferences and lectures. A friend of mine comes to tell me that such and such person can't make the lecture he or she was supposed to and they want me to do it instead. I ask about what and she says "Foucault" and I panic, because I know nothing about Foucault. She says they have a powerpoint on a computer and I just need to read it ahead and then follow it. I say no way, but I gotta try and help somehow. So I go running to the conference place, 15 mins ahead to try and read the material and get acquainted with the topic. People are already waiting in the lounge of the auditorium.

I see an organ (keyboard) and a few chairs by the trash, go get my van to collect it and on returning I see a family emptying their house, so I ask them permission to collect the things they are throwing away. They are extremely nice and invite me to their house to see what they have and help taking it out. I am amazed with the place. I explain my work with charities and that I'd like to take all that I can, they help me pack in bags and carry it outside. They have amazing stuff. They have a weird mutant pet, like Nessie, in a lake outside that reaches inside through a balcony with his long neck. He really likes me and starts licking me. One of the kids says to let it give me a smooch, but others say no, no, because he'll rip my head off. Apparently he gets really excited with some smells and can bite someone's head off.

12-6 (Night of 12-5)
Fragment: grandpa.
Dream: rusted knife (green patina)
Dream: TAZ reunion bunker elevators moterhead mom/sister storage unit; happiness backtracking djer in b/t previous dream and past (skull mountain); foggy photo 3/4sm "my turn" nobody was. (What did I write here and how did it ever make sense to me?)
Fragment: grandpa; walking dad use food mart; thought buds, barber does.
Dream: outside police station/courthouse with steps and a statue to the left of me; I'm taking on the identity of a grizzled detective (I'm hispanic or something?); there are lots of burnt people around a trash fire on the landing next to the statue; as I walk past I notice soot smudges all over my shirt like impasto brushwork; I gesture at the people and then walk up to the door, and proclaim (to my invisible partner?) "wtf is with all of these people?"
3x1 + 2x.5 = +4 => 4

12-7
Dream: stadium/auditorium setting, dark and possibly outdoors; I'm hiding out in the back of the room, although I have some significance here (guest of honor, or winner of some prize/award); I see a box of sleepytime tea on the floor; I go to the bathroom and throw eggs at the wall as two fictional Real Housewives sit backwards on the urinals.
Dream: in 9 bedroom with A (childhood best friend), we're goofing off; we are picking through old stuff, photos, toys, etc., we take off our shirts and make muscles in the mirror and just talk for a while; for a moment we look at a computer.
Fragment: on a boat in OB?
Dream: at the movies (set up sort of like the aquarium) with mom, A, F, possibly A's mom or my dad? we go through the hallway and sit down in a very shallow but wide theater with a huge screen; we watch a serious 80's/90's procedural with slow-motion bullets ripping through some red green and blue material (clay/play doh?); after the final scene dustin hoffman stands up and casts a shadow on the screen from the projecter and says something asinine and stuttery (reminds me of his rainman character); after we walk out of the theater we're all talking about it, my mom is eating up, saying "he ad-libbed that!"; A and I "don't get it".
Fragment: arcade?
3x1 + 2x.5 = +4 => 8

Date of Dream: FRI 7 DEC - 2018



Dream No. 500 - Amateur Gamer Boy

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, there was this boy that was at my house and he classified himself a gamer; he was a very young kid. Something happened but I forgot what it was and so I called out for 18-Volt. He did appear in a very weird way, he was not 18-Volt at all but was rather… Some toy house? Additionally, whenever 18-Volt’s presence was with me, the dream would give me the sensation as if it wanted to wake me up. This happened a few times and so eventually, I slowed down the rate at which I requested 18-Volt. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream 500: Results (Competition #9)
Competition Night: 2
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: 0.5
Total Accumulated Points: 1.0



This is my 500th dream that I've recorded... This deserves something special. Here are some unique drawings that have never been posted before and what's really special... A physical reveal of Dreamy WB!

Pic 1: Dreamy WB & Karla - A variation on the scenery in Dream No. 265

Pic 2: Murray & Karla - How dream 261 A ended, with me asleep with Murray. The lights are on in this pic so we can see the scene better.

Pic 3: 18-Volt & Karla - Inspired by Dream 415 A how 18-Volt was sitting in the armchair and writing all those notes.

Pic 4: Group shot!! Dreamy WB's hand on 18-Volt's back is a reference to how she instructed him in the first couple of weeks of his dream guide service.

Date of Dream: THU 6 DEC - 2018



Dream No. 499 - Distorted Teacher

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was in my old primary and the environment was really distorted. At one stage, I came across one of the teachers, Mrs N, and she looked very distorted. She mentioned something to me about how the current year 11s are doing what I did when I was year 10. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Competition #9 (2018) - Housekeeping Details:

Dream Guides (Worth 10 points if lucidly summoned):
1. Dreamy WB/Miss T
2. Murray
3. 18-Volt

Emergency Team (Can act as dream guides but are only 5 points if lucidly summoned):
1. Sly
2. Bentley
3. 9-Volt

Scoring Template...
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Dream Guide:
Emergency Team:
Eligible For Competition points:

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Dream Measurement Criteria:
Non-Lucid Fragment = 2 or less paragraphs
Full Non-Lucid Dream = 3 or more paragraphs



Competition #9 - Personal Goals
Old - Provide an instance of guidance to 9-Volt
Old - Physically witness Sneaky Gamer yourself
Old - Encounter 18-Volt without any headset or glasses
Old - Have a dream in Diamond City
Old - Discover where Dreamy WB lives; do I live with her?
Old - On lap travel, have Dreamy WB travel faster than a car
New - Have another attempt at elevator exposure practise with 18-Volt
New - Have all 3 dream guide team members in one dream
New - Have Dreamy WB or 18-Volt take you to see your deceased grandfather
New - Start the dream off with a dream guide already present
New - Witness lap travel on 18-Volt's lap



Dream 499: Results (Competition #9)
Competition Night: 1
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: 0.0
Total Accumulated Points: 0.5