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Transcribed for the first time using smartphone voice to text:

In the basement with Wife she's communicating with me through a paper in the deck



to dream number to flying past the fire elemental in the evening he chases us we fly into my house asking for safety the thing tries to break down the door another dream



observing people climbing very steep mountain side



In the (work-N) cafeteria and someone is holding meeting some tables walking around observing looking at the tables



Walking through food court I do a spin move and come back to account every think there are burgers but I look at them and they're basically their food is all run out I continued floating down further think I'm going to get probably some tacos



Loading a short little go cart with multiple boxes on the childhood home on driveway



The flying skiing teleporting kind of video game sequence room trying to double click on other Scears in the area and teleport to their position there was a magical key which involves 45 particular kinds of beer cans in order to get to that particular place



There was a mess hall from eating homework or is the students had to eat in groups by time also in the snowing area and then went outside and was looking in through a window and there were like two girls there, topless, brief s-time with chest.



A sequence where there is some kind of a conflict in a room with circuitboard is a an enemy arrives trying to blow up the place with the Bomb board and we deal with him forgotten most of the details there

My dreams sure have been getting a lot less coherent these last few days...

Log 1135 - Mad Bomber Bane, Zebra Interrogation, and Union Double Agent Scraps
Created Thursday 07 June 2018

Just fragments today.

Scrap Group 1
Shopping in a run-down supermarket. Later, Bane (as depicted by Tom Hardy in The Dark Knight Rises) appeared, chucking bombs at everyone in sight. The exits were closed off by debris, and there was nowhere to hide. In these final moments, I lamented not having a family picture to look at. I then sat down, meditated, and accepted my fate.

In an office building. I capture a talking zebra to interrogate him.

Back in that above mentioned office building. I was a hired gun private security contractor tasked with quelling a union-organized strike. One of these workers was a giraffe. Later, I conspire with the workers to take the company down.

Log 1136 - Gazebos, Internet Celebrity Nephew, and Magic Manor Scraps
Created Friday 08 June 2018

Just got fragments and a short DILD I'd rather forget...

Scrap Group 1
Something about a family picnic in a group of gazebos.

My nephew, Stephen, associates with a group of Youtube celebrities as a recurring guest/understudy. My brother, Harmon, doesn't approve.

Wandering in a vast, magical mansion. In one of the rooms, I encountered a lost soul, who claimed to having been bound to the place by Shao Khan from Mortal Kombat. So, he requested my help to free himself from such confinement. We journeyed throughout the building, trekking over perilous bridges and trap-filled rooms. Eventually, we find an enchanted sword, of which could literally sever the bind. Cut to the encounter with the Emperor, occurring on a ledge over a violet void. Khan tried convincing me into betraying the ghost for power, though I denied that outright. Cue battle. A few swings from the sword drained the tyrant of his might. This allowed me to easily tackle him into the pit. With that, the ghost was free. Cut again. The ghost's role was changed with some kid. Through magic, he wished for dehydrated vegetables. Instead, he got a half dozen swimsuit models to appear and perform for him. Although said ladies appeared human and alive enough, they were said to have been similarly freeze-dried.

In that mansion again. Something repulsive happened involving a phantom doppelganger. Aware of this problem, I melted the image away via scorching heat. This only served to amuse the specter further, much to my fury. I couldn't really concentrate to get much else done.

Dream 98: Axe Wins

In this body shop type area--daytime. Cars are strewn about. I'm talking with one of my old art teachers for a couple minutes while observing the area, pretty calm for the most part.

Then this overweight and ginger haired 14-year-old pulls out a sword with a handle the size of a building and almost cuts my arm off. I grab a black and red battleaxe, also with a mile long handle, and decide I have to fight.

We go at each other for what seems like several minutes, the kid is only getting angrier as the fight goes on, with him swinging the mile-high sword ever so frequently. Then I aim for the handle. If I can break the handle, then he can't be able to hurt me.

I swing violently at it, keeping the weapon up in the air and when I finally manage to tear the handle, some industrial red liquid spills out, and some of it gets in my mouth.

But the kid grabs the other half of the weapon (The one with the blade) and almost kills me when I was distracted. Luckily the owner of the body shop covered for me and pinned the kid down while I called the police. I apologized for breaking one of his swords, and he didn't mind.

Closing comp at 7:33 P M.

3,851 Words.

*Note
RBFA = Recall but fall asleep
WUDD = Wake up during dream
OTTOTT = on the tip of the tongue
FSH = Forgot something here

(ZZZZZZZZZ)

First round of dreams. I think I dreamed of Pokemon, or some other field of cute animals. Vague.

I think I dreamed of being out front on the side walk at the local food store. I had a cart of stuff.

There was a part when I was at home and my mom was there to visit. But I could tell that my parents were separated, like in waking life. And wondered how they'd get along.

I remember having some guests. Some male friends and a female friend. I felt that I wanted the female friend to like me.

Typing those took a big push but I didn't want to just RBFA. back to bed now.

I think I WUDD on these but had a hard time remembering them more due to grogginess.

(ZZZZZZZZZ)

Round 2 of dreams. I remembered more initially but couldn't re-remember it later. I am noticing that rounds 1 and 2 of dreams seem to be the ones that I will recall some of, fall back sleep before I'm done recalling, and wake up, unable to re-remember what I initially recalled. Where as rounds 3, 4, 5 and so-on, I am able to wake up, usually recall everything I can (doesn't mean the whole dream but just everything I'm gonna be able to) and replay it in my mind a little, then go back to sleep. And re-remember it next time. So the fact that I can wait until morning to record rounds 3, 4, 5 and so-on helps me get alot more sleep. I am going to keep testing it and hope it continues to be true.

Anyway in these dreams I remember something vague with a guy in a helmet thing?

Then a part in a Mario level. I remember the background was navy blue. I was going to have to make a long jump and land on one of those grey platforms, but I fell short, and landed in the abyss. The next time I tried, I found out it was a water level and I could have just swam. There was a little gold star thing to pick up, like a coin.

Like I said, I recalled a lot more than that, but it became an RBFA. I wasn't able to re-remember it next time.

(ZZZZZZZZZ)

Round three of dreams. The first thing that I remember of these is a Pokemon card. It had the image of two Starmies facing out of a house. One was in the door. But the card was of a Fire Pokemon. I wondered why two Starmies were in the picture. The card text said something about Starmie and Staryu. They shot beams out of their middle abdomen thing.

Next thing I remember is a black dog chasing me. It kept jumping up, and trying to bite me. I was flying from tree to tree. Not lucid though, as far as I know. Eventually, I chose to land near the dog. It turned out not to attack me, and it was nice. maybe my sister was there.

Next I remember K from S W T. I saw him on a grey flight of stairs. I was pushing a shopping cart down the stairs, but basically letting it fall down multiple stairs at once, and crash down. He said I seemed really good at my job, and I was welcome to come work at S W T again. I knew right away that night shifts would not work for me. However, maybe I could work during the day. So I thought about it or we discussed it or both. At first day shifts sounded great because I could work until 5 or 6 and that would save a lot of the double shift waiters a lot of energy. But then I realized it was an out-door restaurant and people would be walking by smoking all day. So I couldn't even work during the day time due to the smoke blowing through. I was sorry to let him down.

Then R M, A M and D H and maybe some other guys from high school were sitting with me on some sectional couches. They wanted me to join their football team and play a game soon. I had some reasons why I couldn't play. I was sorry to let them down. I noticed a few bottles of stimulant pills on the shelf, which in the dream, were mine. There were four bottles. I wanted to offer the guys some stimulant pills to help them win the game. However, I realized that bribing them to like me using drugs wasn't a really good idea. So I changed my mind. They left without me.

I must have forgot parts here and there, especially here. I remember this thing that was like an A T M but it was a gambling game. It was really easy to win more money than I originally put in. I did something else and returned to it. This time, there was a different icon, shaped like a gear. The gear seemed to indicate a new kind of game. The new game was harder to play.

I went down a near by elevator (I think) to get to the customer service desk. There were some people there, maybe my mom. I talked to the woman behind the desk. She ignored my concerns about the new game and kept trying to con me into playing it more. This really got on my nerves. She had a cube thing poking out of her mouth. I pressed it in and it caused no sound to escape her mouth when she spoke. I was glad she wasn't making sound any more, but I was afraid I would get in trouble. She wasn't otherwise hurt, just muted.

I ran to find an exit from the store. There were a bunch of escalators coming down from upstairs. I wanted one going up from this floor. It took me a while to find one. I forgot what happened after that.

Eventually I remember running through a dark red hallway with lots of glass doors. I ran straight into the glass doors and luckily they opened. I kept thinking I would run into them from the wrong side and hurt myself but they kept opening. There was another guy in the hall. I got into the elevator to go down, because I felt like I had been running in circles. The elevator was really hot. There was a music video of a male singer, singing a song. In the video, he was sweating through his suit. I pressed the "up" button to go back up to where I was.

I don't know if there was anything else after that. But I remembered the end, which was some written stuff in black on an off-white kind of background. On the left of the page or screen I was some writing I forgot, then one short quote, then a poem thing. The poem thing had one word per line in bold. Each bold word was one form of wrong-doing. The artist was saying how doing art helps him avoid each form of wrong doing. One line, maybe the third down, had the word circumcision in bold. It said circumcision was wrong and through art he could speak out against it. Another line or two down from that had the word avoidance in bold. He said that he was scared to face "the void" but through art he could counter his avoidance of "the void".

WUDD - easy to remember
RBFA but able to re-remember

Yeah, so I just got up to use the rest room after these and laid back down. I was confident I'd remember them next time I woke up, and I did.

(ZZZZZZZZZ)

Round 4 of dreams. I think that going back to sleep after the previous round created some continuity between the dreams.

I remember D from the U K and he was talking about some stuff. I remember leaning against the back seat of a car. Eventually the car was parked in S beach parking lot. I tried to lean my head on the back seat and cover my eyes so I could do my dream recall. Eventually I walked a little outside the car. It was day time. This was a false awakening kind of thing. I know I forgot more stuff earlier in the dream than this.

Here is the next thing I remember. There was a woman with a poster showing a 5/5/5/5 dollar split. It was the prize money per player for winning a foot ball game. Next thing I remember is I was on the red team. We had red uniforms. There were all African American people on the other team, in white uniforms with black letters. There wasn't really an organization to the teams. My team had the ball first. I was standing on the left side of the line and no one was in a line man stance. But we all had pads and helmets. I was scared because I was never good at hitting, but here I was, about to go for it. Some how, the other team intercepted the ball right as the center snapped it to the quarter back. I was hoping we would score a point by having the ball first but we weren't. Some how I intercepted the ball from the opposing team, which really surprised me. But I threw out out of bounds by mistake. Also, it had become a circular ball. I remember seeing a goal be made. I think after the game I was given 20 dollars. It was really cool to win 20 dollars and I figured if I just played foot ball all day I could win 20 dollars a bunch of times. And it would be more fun than having a regular job.

I was considering playing another game. There was a beverage served to use before the game which I found more about later. I remember beneath the football field there were these train tracks. Two guys were meant to ride these cart things along the tracks which lit all the tracks on fire. So I watched them do that.

Then I was watching another football game. Not in this one. A M was picking up a younger kid and messing with him. Being a bully. I got kinda mad at A M. When A M walked away I told the littler kid that no one messes with me any more because I will kick their butt. So I offered to teach him to do this. But he didn't seem interested. This surprised me but I didn't pressure him. I remember going to a bathroom.

I think I remember a part where my escalator stopped. I was going up to the top to get a drink. When I got up there, the sinks were clogged. I was really nice to the guy behind the counter, who seemed stressed. "Why do you think all the sinks clogged?" I asked nicely. He didn't know. He took apart the drink dispenser and it showed that nicotine was being added. 'Nicotine?!' I thought. 'Now I will be addicted to nicotine! Crap!' I realized that their plan was to give the foot ball players the nicotine drink to make them play with more energy. For someone who had never had nicotine, it would be pretty powerful.

I feel like there are blank spots between each little scene that might have been transitions. Where my memory picks back up, I was lucid. Not sure how I got lucid. But I was in another grey stair well that spanned over 4 flights of stairs. A guy was showing me how he lived here. The whole stair way was his living space and he could store all his stuff there. I remember he had stacks of napkins, and various food. Eventually I got the feeling I had been following his lead for a while. This was a very "surrendered" way to approach my lucid time but I decided I wanted to fly.

"Hey, let's go fly," I said. He didn't seem that interested. "How will we get out?" I asked. Then I noticed some little square windows on the wall, with screens. "Just phase through those!" I said. or thought. Not sure. He seemed skeptical. I imagined the glass would be easy to phase through but not the screens. However, I went for it, and got myself through. I some how went into his mind and got him through, too. Then shifted my awareness back to myself going through the left window.

I hung out the window a little bit, then fell. Oops! I wasn't flying. I got kind of afraid I would collide with the ground. People from the ground saw an old man falling from the window. The dream showed me their perspective for a moment. Then it shifted back to first person and I caught myself and flew above the city street. I don't know what happened to the other guy, maybe he just vanished.

I was holding my orange gym shorts as I flew. I didn't have much altitude. Because I was holding the orange gym shorts, people thought I had killed the person they belonged to. Because I couldn't gain much altitude, I swooped down near one detective guy and handed the shorts to him. Then I had to land.

They cornered me, thinking I was the perpetrator. For a moment, the one detective called them off, and the tension decreased. But another detective was like, "Wait! It is him!" And two younger guys with black guns pointed them at me.

I felt fear for a moment but remembered that I have totally mastered guns in dreams. As their guns charged, I could see a red-orange glow in the barrel. But, I wasn't phased. The other detective who had told them to "get me" called them off. But I was entirely ready to deflect the gun shots. The tension was eased again.

We were underneath an over-hang of the building. I wanted to show the one detective guy how I could fly. I explained that I need to be under the open sky so I walked forward.

I don't know if the scene just shifted or if I forgot the transitional parts.

I remember we were inside a mall. People were very impressed with me. One guy was saying how he had to work on a 1000 foot tall roller coaster so he ate tuna salad plus 1,000 calories worth of pasta at lunch.

After that I wanted to show them a really cool jump. So we were at the mall where there was one of those gaps. Like how on the second story of the mall, you can see down onto the first floor. So it was like that. I jumped over that middle part, doing a great flip. It felt like good dream control. People were very impressed, and I gained credibility from this. I told one guy to please stop adding nicotine to the pre-football drinks and he said okay. I remember he had a sleeveless shirt and tan, thin arms, with some visible biceps. To the rest of the people, I said to please go to bed on time, and don't wake up too early. Allow yourself to sleep until you feel fully refreshed. I know it will be difficult not to get up the first few times but it will feel a lot better after that. They all were willing to listen to me. It was a good feeling.

WUDD - easy to remember
I woke up right from that scene and had a fairly easy time remembering the dream. There were of course some forgotten parts but for what I could remember, it was easy. I always need the rest room within 5-10 minutes of waking up and I think getting up to do that some times dis-lodges some dream details.

Oh! Here were some parts which I couldn't fit chronologically. In one part, a purple Pokemon kind of character with the number 995 beneath it appeared. It had lips like Pikkon but was more of an orb. It had a purple glow that created a band of high density purple glow around the Earth. Then to either side of that, it created a slightly less dense or less intense band of purple energy, and cascading on down. I remember being surprised it went equally to both sides instead of just one. I am really glad to have remembered that as it was a more mystical part.

I also remembered Goku engaging in one of the foot ball games and easily winning. Then it showed Kid Goku caught in a black soccer net, fighting it while laying on his back. I felt afraid that the net was made of special material and Kid Goku would be caught. But he eventually got out. I haven't watched DBZ stuff in like 6-7 weeks and I still dream about it more than when I was watching it.

(ZZZZZZZZZ)

So! I fell back asleep. There was an annoying noise from outside but I tried to relax and keep re-playing the dreams thus far in my mind. Eventually, sleep came along... I couldn't remember the earliest parts. I think getting up to use the rest room dis-lodged them. But I was lucky to recover a few more details once I laid back down.

First thing I remember is Goku fighting some enemy character. I tried to remember the enemy's appearance but couldn't. Goku and the enemy teleported up to some place where they could fight, and Goku easily defeated the enemy guy. In fact he won while maintaining a totally calm demeanor. It was so easy for him to win, he even started going through his memories. It showed a younger Goku, who really looked like adult Gohan, but it was a fight with Cell. The drawing looked like an anime drawing this time. Then it showed Kid Goku and Kid King Kai. Kid King Kai told Kid Goku he was very unique.

I'm not sure what was next but next I part I remember is that I was going around taking cigarettes from the smokers, and destroying them. I clearly remember one woman who had 3 dirty grey cigarette butts in her container. I took all the toxic material and buried it in some dirt. (I would dispose of it differently in waking life, not contaminating the Earth.) She was mad but I moved on. I think I was lucid, and really enjoying this.

Eventually I reached a food court counter thing. R K was there. I was starting to be afraid that security would be after me to punish me for destroying people's cancer sticks. Sure enough, some men came up the stairs behind me. I was hanging out on a bed thing. I had been eyeing the windows, planning to phase through them to escape, if needed.

The men that came up the stairs after me had screen windows. They put one on the bed which went under my knees in an uncomfortable way. I got up. It seemed like they were putting up screen windows to prevent me from phasing out. As if one more screen would psychologically make it seem like too much for me to phase through. I got scared and saw that there was an elevator. I quickly got in and pressed the "down" button to escape. No one chased me. I guess they weren't out to get me after all.

When I got to the ground floor, I saw a grey car. It was a stone building and opened to the city street. 'Oh, no!' I thought. 'Someone might walk by smoking.' So I don't know how lucid I was. I saw a woman with brown hair to my right, but focused on scanning her hands instead of meeting her as a person. I always scan people's hands out doors but I realized from this dream, that it could cause me to miss a chance to meet someone if I am scanning their hands first. I looked down and saw another restaurant counter made of glass. There seemed to be rice in there.

That was when I woke up. The dream was kind of difficult to remember past a certain point but it had to do with other reasons to. So it was WUDD-5.

I laid there and re-played all the rounds of dreams in my mind multiple times, just relaxing. Eventually, waking life thoughts started to crowd out the dreams, and I couldn't fight them off. I got up around 7 A M and made some short hand notes before starting the day. I finished typing them all by 9 A M. It seemed like too much work before I did it, but now that I did it, I'm just glad its done. Even if I recall them in my mind, I think writing them adds a new level of working that dream memory muscle.

Also, by doing this it gives me more total dream time since I am not spending as much time writing during the night.

Morning of June 7, 2018. Thursday.



I am watching a dream scene as if present, but I am not a part of the events.

A male ghost, mostly of a darker violet color, dwells within the space of the checkout area of a convenience store. Most shoppers are unaware of his existence. At times, he temporarily takes possession of some people.

In the last scene, the ghost somehow transforms into a piece of grape-flavored hard candy in a wicker bowl (where all the other hard candy is also grape-flavored) opposite the checkout area and the cashier. Apparently, customers are allowed one piece each as they go through the checkout.

An unfamiliar woman puts one of the candies into her mouth. Suddenly, she appears to be in distress, as the cashier and store manager help her to tilt her head back as the ghost, not yet fully expanded within her physical essence, unwillingly comes out, though the other two are also pulling it out. At this point, it looks somewhat like a violet tracksuit, the track pants coming out first.

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Colors often correlate with dreaming and waking processes, though only when dominant (especially as dreams typically contain all colors). My general sequence is as follows (and of course black is unconsciousness): violet, non-lucid subconscious self; indigo, lucid subconscious self; blue, interconsciousness (prescience, telepathy for lack of a better word, and liminal conscious self awareness); green, liminal space, lower preconscious; yellow or gold, emergent consciousness; orange, apex lucidity, ordinary awareness and a more viable memory set; red, invasive RAS modulation (as red typically only dominates a dream when I have overslept or have a headache and I also see red with reticular activating system modulation with a headache when awake, so it is more obvious in this case). Of course, there are variations which also depend on the level of dream state awareness itself.

The checkout scenario is common autosymbolism for leaving the dream state. This correlates with the non-lucid subconscious self being “pulled out” of the remaining dream character prior to waking. A cashier would of course be preconscious personification and a store manager the emergent consciousness factor. Perception of loose clothes has occurred in other dreams in checkout scenarios. This is based on the subliminal realization of not being dressed while asleep in bed, the same subliminal awareness that triggers dreams of being undressed in public (which should be a no-brainer for anyone of reasonable intelligence).

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Morning of June 8, 2018. Friday.



I am uncertain of the foundation of my dream, as I become aware at the beginning of a scenario that takes place in the Philippines. (My brother’s Filipino wife-to-be and daughter are presently in the Philippines.) It begins as the common water induction (which is autosymbolic induction into awareness of sleep dynamics and the internal body clock as analogous to tidal factors of Earth), but I originally start out walking from a featureless small dark room that directly leads to a small beach with a small wooden dock, the following scenario of which seems to be taking place in early afternoon.

An unknown female (though of whom is a subliminal thread of Zsuzsanna without my conscious self identity being extant) is sitting on the dock. An unknown Filipino male of about twenty is sitting on the right side of the dock, his legs over the edge. Apparently, a young boy has been kidnapped and the female is trying to reason with one of the men involved in the kidnapping, which seems politically motivated.

I walk onto the dock, my dream self’s awareness increasing as a result. The other male looks at me as I sit down. “What are you supposed to be, a medicine man?” he asks me sarcastically. He seems to think the female hired me to rescue the boy. I am aware that I am now wearing a Native American breastplate and tribal regalia. He talks about the kidnapping of the boy as if the act was justified. He takes out an AK-47 from underneath the dock that had somehow been attached to its underside. I have a vivid awareness. On one level, I feel as if he might shoot me, yet on another level I feel something in my mind that is not lucidity, but some other form of augmented self-awareness (of which allows me to non-lucidly alter and sustain my dream). Additionally, the gun seems to have an unlikely hollow essence, somewhat like several pieces of hollow plastic loosely fitted together, though I still decide to perceive it as “real”. (The unfamiliar male is the preconscious, but I instinctually modulate my dream back into the water induction stage in the next scene.)

Another one of the kidnappers, also male, is now present on the dock. I decide to go and find the boy, as these people are starting to annoy me. The female is no longer present. I wave the dock away but I am still standing on the surface of the water as the others fall in and seem to have difficulty swimming. I am barefoot (subliminal awareness of not wearing shoes while in bed). I enjoy splashing around on the water’s surface without sinking. I walk on the water for several minutes, vividly feeling the essence and movement of the wonderful water beneath me. One of the kidnappers agrees to show me where the boy is being held. Although he cannot walk on water as I can, he is able to swim for a distance until I decide to fly and carry him.

We reach a room where several males are sitting at a wooden table. One of them is the boy. His face is full of bruises and spots of blood. I lightly touch his face and he is then seemingly unhurt and in a better state of health and clarity of mind. I think of doing this to the kidnappers, but when I touch two of them, they fall over, possibly dead. (This is because the boy is the emergent consciousness personified while the others are preconscious minions or virtual “echoes” that become sublimated in my liminal choice to correlate with the waking process.) I get into one conversation about Jesus. I am supposedly a descendant of Jesus (ironic as I am not a Christian). Something in my blood supposedly gives me divine abilities.

I decide to fly the boy back to the previous location. On the way, we fly through a large hall that seems to be outside and inside at the same time, but is still supposedly part of the ocean. (This is typical water lowering waking symbolism, as I am aware the hall’s water is of a much lower depth than the rest of the ocean.)

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Date of Dream: FRI 8 JUN - 2018



Dream No. 350 - She Took My Mum's Purse

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, my brother and I were at our second grandparents' house along with his friends RK and BK, who are identical twins in real life. The dream had modified them so they had red hair. In the dream, all other features of RK's were accurate but BK's were slightly distorted. There was chicken soup on offer for lunch and we all had some. The scene ended there.

The next scene was at this building claiming to be the Dandenong Plaza. It was a hideous sight in the dream; ten floors high and the entire building was out of concrete and covered in cobwebs with one single rusty escalator right in the middle of the complex. There were small rooms scattered on each floor that were claiming to be the stores but it just looked like some abandoned piece of crap to me. I was with someone but I forgot who; I ended up telling them that I didn't like the idea of where I was at.

In the third scene, I was with my mum and I noticed that her purse went missing. Straight away, I left my mum and went in search for a dream guide to try and help me recover her purse if possible. Originally, I was going to ask for Dreamy WB but then I hesitated and thought to myself, “What if Dreamy WB doesn't respond? Maybe I should try Murray”. My mind then became really aware as if I was thinking straight, in waking life, and I remembered that Murray was actually with my mum at the time her purse got taken.

So I started to call out for Murray from where I was now in the year 12 corridor of Killester College. I call out, “Murray!”, there was no answer. I try calling out “Murray!”, a few more times, still nothing. So then a third time, I call out “Murray, where are you?”, as I look into one of the classrooms to see if he's in there. Also, I didn't sound stressed at all when calling for him, rather I sounded more enthusiastically cluey and curious.

It took a while but he came from around the corner, from the other end of the corridor where I didn't think to go. His appearance was odd in this dream and he actually resembled more of a human than his usual hippo form and the skin was that of a human. But then he had his nose in the shape of a hippo's. It was like a half-way hybrid of my advanced diploma tax teacher and Murray. He was wearing a long sleeved black shirt under a puffy black vest as well as black trousers and shoes.

I just looked at him and examined him for a while. For some reason, although not lucid, I was aware of the current dream mechanics. I could actually control what happened! I came up to the human Murray with my arms spread out and he hugged me in return. And then let go and stepped back, examining him once again. He stood there, giving me a stern but also warm look. Then I approached him again and hugged him a second time. I decided to test another dream mechanic; if I looked up, would his and my eyesight connect? Indeed it did.

I looked up at Murray and he looked down at me now giving a really pleasant closed mouth smile. I could tell he wanted to do something else as well though, so I moved closer and squashed myself up against him as much as I could. When I was in as much as possible, he placed his large chin on top of my head, tucking it under his chin. Then he squeezed me as hard as he could; in real life, he would have been strangling me but in the dream, although he was squashing me like anything, it felt really comfy.

We hugged for ages but eventually, I decided to make the cue to be released from him. I then asked him the important question, “JSa's mum took her purse, what do I do?”. Murray walked me into the main part of the corridor and we actually saw JSa's mum walking with my mum's handbag on her shoulder. Murray pointed over to JSa's mum and said to me, “Simple, just go up to her and tell her to give it back”. So I took Murray's advice and simply asked for the handbag back, indeed it worked.

The next scene was me in the car with two unknown African teenagers, a boy and a girl. The boy was driving the car and the girl was in the back with me. In fact, the girl actually looked like she was of a primary school age. Although she was really nice to me in the back-seat, I became emotionally shocked when I discovered what the boy was really doing; but I have forgotten the specifics and so I can't describe it. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In accordance to the "shared dreaming experiment" proceed on locating the moon (Achieved? No)



Dream 350: Results (Competition #4)
Competition Night: 7
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Murray
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 3.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Summon Dream Guide (1.0)
- Ask For Advice (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 8.0
Total Accumulated Points: 11.0

As I fell asleep during an afternoon nap, I said the mantra:

"I can see [Dream Character]"

...with as much conviction as I could muster in my head while letting myself fall asleep. After I woke up, I felt it was a failure until I spent a little bit of time trying to recall my dreams. The truth of the matter is that I did see the dream character. She was tugging me by the hand as I pleaded that we needed to get out of where ever we were at the time. We both began to levitate since I warned her that he only way to escape was to fly over the fence surrounding the parameter.

There was a third person trying to stop us from escaping. It was like this third person could sense our intentions. We managed to fly high enough and far away enough to get atop this overpass. My partner and I hugged each other; not only to celebrate, but to initiate a teleportation farther away.

Nothing was lucid.

Biggest takeaways are that:

Affirmations should be in present tense - as if the goal is happening Here & Now; not in the indefinite future tense.

This was during a nap 12:30 in the afternoon. I was sleep deprived. The later your are in your sleep cycle, the better.

More experiments to come along.

Dream: I'm on the plant floor at work playing soccer with DR and his kids. We're using tiny yellow balls. I try to put it through DR's legs to no avail.

Dream: I enter an outdoor food plaza. The boardwalk is made of wood and so are the stores. I walk past a few places and stop at the burrito store. I was wet and hungry. Without making notice, the outdoor plaza transforms into an indoor plaza, yet still made of sanded wood planks. I get in line and notice a cute girl with red hair and she orders a bag of different things to fill her burrito with. I order a vegan wrap. The girl working the counter had black hair and a down-to-earth attitude. I asked if I could have both asparagus and curry tofu in the burrito. She gave the impression that my request was an inconvenience and that it would get her in trouble with her boss so I told her it wasn't a big deal if she wanted to withhold the asparagus. She was irritated but kept the asparagus on anyways in spite of my consideration. As I got my sandwich I went to say something to the cute, curly, red-headed girl but I was too quiet and she didn't hear me so I pretended like I was coughing because I was nervous. She walked behind me to speak with the cashier and asked if she could have her burrito made there. Now I spoke up (about what I can't remember) and we flirted for a bit. We walked into a seating area with Japanese aesthetic, but before I had the chance to do anything, the chef of the restaurant leaned around the corner and asked someone what the size limit was for recyclable Kombucha bottles. I spoke up and said "2L" although I had no reason to. She thanked me and disappeared behind the wall. Next, myself and the red-head went swimming in many different pools, all which had the Japanese aesthetic. She was running ahead of me so I happily followed her. She would take a dip in the pool and so I did as well. We arrived at, and dived into, a pool which rested near the edge of a cliff. There was a thin layer of fog obscuring the view off the edge, which rolled in between the wooden braces supporting the wooden ceiling. She asked me if I wanted to swim and I agreed. We embraced one another and swam, kicking our feet in synchronicity. She push away from, got out of the pool and playfully gestured for me to chase her. I happily obliged and we left from under the covered pool into the open ones. She dived into a very deep pool, which had a wooden plank on an axis. I leaped for the end of the plank and my weight drove the plank to the bottom of the pool. I noticed there was a man rock-climbing a blue wall in the water. The red-head was swimming gracefully. Suddenly a thick liquid hit me from above in the water. It's black and I assume it's a bird's dropping. I see a bird appear in front of me which I instinctively push away. The black liquid becomes thick and it becomes hard to swim. It spreads down from my hand to my shoulder and here the dream ends...

Dream: The dream has a cartoonish, picasso-esque appearance. There is a king, being carried by four men on a litter (man-powered vehicle without wheels). He can only reach his destination so long as he has no apples on his litter. Myself and others are tossing apples onto the litter and the king's servant is eating each one. Eventually the servant becomes exhausted and full, but continues to eat the mass of apples. We've stopped for the night and are sitting around a fire...

Dream: I'm walking to a building with the dogs (my friend group) and I notice a group of female lions approaching and I yell to the dogs to climb on top of the building. I get out and I see most of my friends make it. A few get scratches and bite on their legs or arms. BB gets fully bitten in the torso by one lion. We all free him from it and bring him to the roof. His heart was hanging from a gaping hole in his chest and was white and the size of a brussel sprout. My friends are pressuring me to save him. I have no idea how to sow a heart back together and I tell all my screaming friends so. They tell me to just do it so I do. I turn over the tiny white heart, which spurts a misty gas which smells horrible. I put it back in his chest and sew his skin back together. He gets up immediately as though he was never injured...

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Total Dream Sign Count
Inner Awareness = 4
Action = 4
Form = 11
Context = 5

Total LD's/Dream = 0/7 = 0%

Please comment and let me know if you think I missed some dream sign classifications in the journal entry!

P.S: During the day I remember trying to persuade people not to inconvenience themselves. At work I was doing a time study and the worker told me he needed a weld tech and which point I told him not to worry about it, and that it wouldn't effect the study, but mostly to convey that I didn't really care and he could work without feeling pressured to be efficient. This mirrors the moment with the cashier and the burrito. This is the second dream (not included in my journals) where I have seen my friend BB who was been chomped by some animal on the chest. The first dream, he was crushed by the jaws of a massive crocodile but I was too distraught to do anything but cry. This dream, with the lions, I chose to do something about it.

I went to bed around 8 or 830. Fell asleep pretty early.
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I woke up after like an hour or so, went to rest room, and back to bed. Not sure why I woke.

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I woke from other dreams just now. There were dreams with Nana and/or other relatives and other dreams in the beginning I forgot.

The part before R asked me for a sandwich was something complex but I can't quite grasp it.

I just remember having some papers near me. We were in the H woods. R was there. I forgot what the papers were about. Maybe my drawings? I do remember one paper with some check boxes. I think it was to say something about someone who died - that they wouldn't be missed? I was afraid people would judge me for that. There were check boxes.

R told me he didn't have much money and needed food. I felt that because he asked, and explained his situation, I would help. So I asked him to follow me to the food store. As we walked toward the peaches section I told him my idea, and he said that peaches would be no good. He couldn't have processed juice. Then he explained how they had a peach juicing place and I got the un-attractive image of a bunch of people squeezing peaches with their bare hands. "These aren't processed peaches," I tried to explain. But he wasn't having it.

I wondered if pizza or a sandwich would be the right thing, and tried to bring him in that direction. Eventually he dissappeared and the next time I saw him, he was eating a hero sandwich. I remember walking again through H woods over to the trails closest to that road there.

I remember seeing one of the windows in the up stairs of my current house, 15 S, open. And thinking of the flip side of the other side of trait 11.

(ZZZZZZZZZ)

It took a while to fall asleep but then I had a bigger round of dreams. So, I'm glad I hung in there. I remember being in a room. I think we were on a couch and mom was to my left and dad was to my right. Dad's elbow kept digging into me and I wanted to move to the left but couldn't because I was in the bend of the couch. M S told me I look like M S and I said, "You look like him too!"

I remember my sister having poured a really big bowl of cereal (the size of my orange and green salady bowls) full of cereal and milk. Then she fell asleep by the fridge, and was snoring. I put the cereal in the fridge and closed it. Then she woke up. I tried to find a cover for the cereal. It had big puffy parts.

There was another part where my Micro SD card was missing. I dreamed that my phone had an SD card slot and then a Micro SD adapter in there, and that the SD card part had gone missing. So I was searching all around my house, in the drawers, and trying to find it. I thought I saw it upside-down somewhere but it was a black one with 21 GB in my dad's tool drawer, in the kid's room at nana's. '21 GB? Do they make them that size?' I asked myself. 'Guess so!' And continued, not lucid. It was dark grey. There was another SD card adapter in the drawer on the counter to the right of the stove in the 15 S kitchen. Dad had a bunch of cereal boxes on top of that counter. They barely fit. There was so much food in packaging it was falling off.

I remember going to sleep in a room that was like the kids room location at nana's but it was also a bath room. There was a tub in there. I drained the tub a little, wondering where all the water came from. I remember trying to put a fan on a fold-up table. It was an old, loud box fan. But the room was hot, so it would be worth it. The window, which faces nana's front yard, was closed. Some light was getting in though. I looked for my orange glasses and they were closer to the bed.

I laid back down in bed, recalling those dreams. I thought I was physically awake! And almost grabbed my voice recorder. I started to do some body separation exercises that felt like I was just flexing my lower back to make my upper body and legs go up. But I couldn't really separate much. Once I floated up a few inches or a foot, I felt some interesting sensations and stayed right there. I had some fear. I didn't push it any further, just felt all the sensations.

I don't know if that counts as an RBFA because I may have only dreamed of having woken up to begin with!

R was in the next part. He was in the H Woods again. He needed a phone, so I let him take my phone off to the trail near the road and use it. Later, he brought it back. I think one other person also used my phone. Eventually, I found that the SD card was missing. I wondered if R had taken it but I couldn't believe it. He seemed so trust worthy.

Walking back to H Woods, reviewing it in my mind, I thought that R must have been a secret agent. He wanted my phone's SD card so he could have all my journals and other personal information. Worrisome feelings went through me as I realized that the people out to get me would now have all my journals. I remember seeing a black car and thinking they were closing in on me.

I saw T R walking through the woods and it became a neighborhood. It was sunny. I walked through a grassy yard and down to walk with him. I forgot what we talked about.

Then I got to some kind of gym. There was a woman talking to me. There was another woman I wanted to ask about contacting R. "I'm sorry I don't seem so attentive, but I just don't know a lot about that subject. It's nothing personal." I explained to the first woman. She was really nice about it and went inside. I was pre-occupied with finding my SD card. The second woman showed me a list of names. Here is a good dream sign. I looked at the list and it said R, and his phone number. The woman said it was for a Call of Duty meet-up. I began to copy it down. The numbers were skewed a little. When I looked back up, the numbers had changed, and R's name was gone. 'Did they just swap out the new one?' I asked. Looking underneath it, the other one was swapped out, too. So the morphing text could have been a dream sign but I missed it.

Then I asked the second woman there about where the number had gone. She started to pull my ear-plug out of my left ear. It seemed logical to do but I'm not sure why. There was blood all over it, though. Also, it made no difference in my hearing. At first there was only a little blood but more blood appeared on it once it was out of my ear. This could have been a time to check if I was dreaming but I went into panic.

I remember looking around a table with a blender of green vegetable shake. And everyone behind the counter. And having a pre-lucid moment of thinking, 'Maybe this is all a dream! That would be great.' But I talked myself out of it. 'No, it can't be a dream.' And I didn't bother with any checking if it was a dream.

Eventually I think I contacted R. But it was awkward to try to ask him if he had stolen my SD card.

I remember something a little different after that. There were these rooms and it was like an African American cultural place. Fabolous, the rapper, had a new album, and it was playing. 'These lyrics really aren't that great,' I thought. The instrumental was based on a guitar, though. Electric guitar. There were 3 guys who seemed goofy. We were all putting down cups of rice on this bench thing. Then they were talking about walking in the nature trails. Something about seeing animals. "No, no animals," one guy said. I forgot more of what they said.

I remember a woman on one side of a window screen scraping lemon slices on the window screen. It made lemon juice spritz out into the side I was on. Some little kids tried to catch it in their mouth. One little girl even started putting her mouth on the window screen.

I remember it shifted into this cool video game thing. Kind of like Kirby or Mario side scroller. He got all these special moves. I was picturing what an orange would do if it were a power-up in Mario. There was one of those fences Mario had to crawl on and navigate around the Koopas. Eventually he was just a little while ball guy with a few moves. Mainly, spinning would defeat everyone but there was also a kick. The graphics were pretty vivid.

In another part, there was a wealthy couple. I think they did counseling from their home. The wife was mad at the husband. He said he had to sleep in the "pregnant woman's room" and it showed a lawn chair on the back patio. "Where will I pee?" he asked. She said something I forgot. Later it showed him using a bottle to go to the bathroom, in front of a TV. (I don't remember seeing any private parts!)

I remember seeing some of the houses in that neighborhood, and they were nice.

I think there was something at the very end of these dreams I forgot by the time I got to writing.

I forgot to say in the part with the fan, it was already running. And, tan. In the first round of dreams, I remember sensing my dad would dis-approve of me spending my money on food for R. And there was lots of OTTOTT stuff that I was trying to think of when I laid back down, but couldn't.

Well, recall was pretty good on these. And there's still time to go dream some more!

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It took a little while to fall asleep but not too long. I did the MILD technique which was to visualize myself getting lucid in some of the dream signs above.

This is really good because I slept a lot. I had one round of dreams, which is this one, and then did an RBFA. But I was able to re-remember them.

My first memory was some kind of Mario level. Mario was running along. It was a combination of Mario and Sonic. I remember seeing Mario have to dodge spikes on either side of the wall and deal with springs. It was like Mario/Sonic would lose some coins, gain back less, and eventually got down to only a few.

Eventually we got over to another game thing with letters on the wall, only this was more first-person. There were W, X, Y, Z, and now I remember even trying to arrange P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, etc. I think I put the Q after the R but corrected myself. Then a woman in the "party" had a smart idea. She took out a computer keyboard, and placed each letter on its corresponding place on the computer keyboard. At first the letters were too big but they became keyboard-key sized squares. I was impressed with her cleverness.

Then J G came along and was being a drill seargent. He yelled at me for taking naps, saying it was a "waste" of time. Obviously this was coming from a militaristic and workaholic place, and couldn't be further from the truth. I replied with some anger that naps are very good. In the dream context, I had taken 2 naps that day, which I was proud of. I gained strength from standing up to this workaholic, miltaristic bully, especially in the prescence of the woman there. Because it felt like I was standing up for the napper in both of us, and I could feel her appreciation. I guess eventually he backed off.

Then we all had to go into this church thing with the benches. There were a few columns of benches. G F was concerned that he wouldn't get to sit next to a woman. I told him to just relax because one day, one will come to him. I was hoping to sit near the woman from the previous scene, too, but couldn't find her. She had my water bottle, which gave me an easy reason to look for her. I needed to use the bathroom. I figured I would wait until the service thing had been going on for about 10 minutes and then go use the bathroom, not worrying about holding it or rushing to go before hand. I would just go when I needed to.

I ended up sitting next to G F and then everyone squeezed down towards my side of the bench so much that I got squished up against the end. It really hurt my hips. I stood up and yelled at everyone. It felt great to stand up for myself and set a boundary, instead of stuffing it. I was really mad at everyone for not realizing that they would end up squishing me the most.

After that there were women that came around with baskets of shiny medallions. They were glowing like holograms. I even tried to put my hand through them at one point to see if they were just holograms. I forgot what the result was. Some women had baskets that were empty and we were meant to add more medallions to them.

While I cleaned the floor beneath my bench, I noticed a pink organism which looked like it was made of several pine needles linked together. One for the body, one for the head, and one for each limb. I watched it have difficulty moving, because of how its legs bumped into things. It reminded me of Porygon. 'Was this the bug they designed Porygon after?' I thought. I wanted it to get out of the walk way so no one would step on it.

Brian Griffin, the dog from Family Guy, appeared to my right. I forgot what he said. Eventually I woke up.

I thought through them, and had pretty good recall. Actually, I think it took me a while to think through them... I was lost in thoughts when I woke up. Sometimes, thats another unconscious or hypnopompic state that delays my dream recall. So I drifted back to sleep a little and when I woke up again was really lucky to re-remember the dreams.

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So I slept more after those and like most sleep cycles closer to morning, I "drifted and dreamed" meaning, I just went in and out of dreams and laying there awake a little. I fell asleep while recalling the previous dreams.

I remember being at Aunt B or Nana's house. There was some kind of gift bag. I was thinking of doing things around people that I would feel shame or humiliation about even if no one said anything. Just because my inner critic would beat me up over it. Or just the fact that I could imagine someone having judgmental thoughts about me, led me to feel really bad, in a spiral. Not even if they actually said something mean but just if I thought they might think something mean.

I think the next part was at my parents old house. I remember there was a guy driving around, eventually in a clown mask, telling everyone historical facts. He told us all about things that happened in the year 518. I briefly became lucid, and thought to myself, 'I want to check in on that year 518 on google when I wake up.' After that, I was in a car of someone driving around B Avenue by my old neighborhood, and the clown mask guy was in another truck. I wanted to jump from the car I was in, to his car. I kept poking my head out the window and trying to sort of will myself into his truck, but the dream had a boundary that wouldn't let me fly out of the moving car. I kept trying to imagine it but it didn't work. Eventually I imagined that the clown mask might be really scary up close anyway.

I remember something very vague with R A and some balloon people. I think there were orange and pink ones.

In another part, a guy was calling me and making threats. He said he was from A C A and due to the way I treated him at one meeting, he was going to make all the meetings in the future very miserable for me. He said I called him "worthless" which rang true in the dream context but I never called anyone that in waking life. He sounded like F from Massachusets. Hearing how angry he was, I tried to apologize to him, but he wasn't having it. He kept threatening me and I felt some fear.

I remember walking over an elevated garden to get to an arch way that opened into a stone building place. I remember lots of little flowers really close together and it caught my eye. Eventually I was sitting near M F in an auditorium. He had said something really harsh to B F. I told him he might want to speak in a gentler way to people, based on what I had just heard on the phone from the guy threatening me. He didn't seem to want to hear that.

There was a vague memory of a cruise ship thing.

Then there was something where I was laying down on a stair case with a glass thing over me. I was trying to prop it up a little so that air would still get in. I didn't want the glass cover to limit my air. My mom was around and some other people. I think I tried to use my leg to create a gap between the glass and the stair case but it was uncomfortable.

Then I was at some kind of A A thing, in an auditorium again. M was saying how a woman had "gone out". Then there was another woman in a black dress with some white necklace, maybe pearls. She said that she got so tired that she just slept in her wheel chair. A lot of people were using wheel chairs to get around without really being handicapped. The woman said the F word and everybody laughed, encouraging her to get her feelings out. It was a good feeling.

Then it reached a point where I was laying on my back again. Aunt B, in a black dress, came and stood over me. Pressuring me to slide in so she could sit on the bench, too. I realized that I didn't want to move, since I was sick. In the dream context, I had thrown up earlier. (In waking life I wasn't sick at all.) We started to argue with each other and some swear words flew around.

My sister was sitting to my right while Aunt B was to my left arguing with me. My sister was holding a baby and squeezing its face but in a comforting way. The baby started to cry and my sister started to cry, too. She took the baby and walked away. I felt really bad for having that effect, but I knew that I couldn't possibly have moved. I was really sick and needed to stay perfectly still, and breathe very carefully. So it was really my Aunt B's lack of understanding. Still, I regretted the whole thing.

I was drinking a glass of water with hard boiled eggs and cooked beef in it. I had a brown paper bag with more of this mixture. It had been out for over an hour, so I wondered if I was making myself sicker by continuing to sip from it. Then I was sipping from a clear alcoholic liquid, thinking that it was necesary to recover from my illness. After some of that I was sipping a yellow wine drink from a wine glass. (I haven't drank alcohol since February 1 of 2014 but these were just the dream details. Alcohol dreams don't really worry me since I know I'm not gonna drink alcohol in waking life. They are just dream details like any others.)

I guess I had been standing up for myself in the dream. Then I noticed a kid near me, maybe M K, on his cell phone. He was typing something with @ (at) symbols and the name of the tubes full of toxic chemicals they sell in little boxes for people to burn and inhale. I could tell he thought he was "standing up for himself" too but I didn't agree that that was a good thing to "stand up for himself" about. So I was kind of annoyed that he took my example the wrong way.

Then the rows expanded around me. There was a girl who came up to my left. "I'm 10 years old and there's a boy from fourth grade who likes me," she said. She wasn't directing it to me but to the group of people in my area. My mom said something like, "Don't trust him." Something about ulterior motives.

So I woke up very slowly and gradually, playing those in my mind. I didn't get up until 7:30 A M or so! I was just re-playing all the dreams in my mind that I hadn't written yet. I had to battle with my mind to not drift to other things, but overall being able to lay down and keep resting, and just solidify the dreams in my mind, was peaceful. As opposed to hurrying up to write them. Maybe that works best for dreams after 3 A M which tend to stay in my mind more easily, while still allowing me to sleep.

For these dreams, I had to write short hand notes because there were so many of them. I was actually stressed about all the writing, even though I'm happy to have remembered so many.

I looked up the year 518 on Wikipedia and read some stuff. Nothing reminded me of the dream though. I guess the dream just wanted to make me think about history in general, which I don't think much about.

I am driving my Subaru on what feels like a Californian freeway. The lanes seem small, as well as the freeway itself. It may be only a few lanes wide. There are also other, similar freeways traveling in all directions around this one. The resulting surrounding is one of complexity and crowdedness, as well as one of depth - a literal spaghetti bowl of freeway. I am down towards the bottom, where a portion of the sunlight cannot reach. Outside my window, there is a view of the complex concrete in dim lighting that I think would constitute an intriguing and captivating photograph. The proximity and near standstill of traffic allows me to hear a woman in a car somewhere above me cough. Now, as I drive up a slight incline, I realize that my car is not even started. There are no lights on on the display. I turn the key to start it, but it only chokes. Still, the car is accelerating and braking, albeit less than in a fully functioning manner; stepping forcefully on the accelerators seems to give the car less power than it has while climbing a steep hill. I've now parked somewhere out here (there seems to be nothing else around) and watch a few people walk by. I must've stopped to try and resolve my vehicle issue, as I spot a couple standing around that I decide to approach for assistance. The man is perhaps in his late 20s or early 30s, wearing a sleeveless tank top that contributes to his stereotypically redneck appearance. He is accompanied by a cliché blonde girlfriend. I approach and relay my situation, asking if he can help, saying I have my own jumper cables. He coolly and impassively tells me he can help, telling me he too has his own cables, instructing me to bring my car around. I am grateful, though I hadn't expected a decline, as it really is quick and isn't a major inconvenience. Ignoring his unnecessary addition about his own cables, I go to get my vehicle. As I drive back, I am unable to find the man again. There are three tiny and partially filled parking lots on this uneven terrain, and I drive through all of them to no avail.

I am in some building with the cousins. This place feels like an arcade or some type of attraction. It is large, dim, and airy. We pass through a large something that seems like a bounce house when I realize they have left me behind. It produces a bitter sadness, neither of the two components outweighing the other, the combination resulting in an ambivalent resolution. I think I end up talking with some others, though not entirely in an attempt to fill the transient void. Now, I am crawling out of an entrance to this structure. The material does not give like inflated vinyl should - it is hard and slick. There is a small wall on which one must down climb, and this is a sort of game. There is something similar to a jump rope that the climber draws taut across their body, resulting in the removal of their body below that line. The climber must then attempt to climb up/down. I position this rope to have it cut my legs off first, wanting to save my arms. After the line is positioned, the inferior body parts then dissipate, like the common conception of something disappearing by magic.

(fragment) I am in an opulent house, in which there is a room occupying a large corner. There may or may not be a bath tub. There is a bed, with sheets of white and very light hues. The space is very minimal, aiding in its elegance. I think that I am staying here and that this is my room. I think I am showing it to my girlfriend Melissa. It feels like this is downstairs.

Created Wednesday 06 June 2018

Just a few scraps and a dream today.

Scrap Group 1
Walking around the neighborhood during a a sunny day. I then fly high up in the sky, taking a trip across the city. Along the way, I pass over a construction site, a nearby reservoir clearly reflecting the blue sky. Something about Harley Quinn joining me in my travels, despite my reluctance. Indeed, she gets me into a bit of trouble somewhere along the line.Later, I stop at an airport, where I booked a flight to somewhere up in northeastern US. When I arrived, I attacked a white trash-can looking robot, thinking it was a potential threat.bot

Wandering around in an urban area.

Dream 1 - Double Monster Rampage

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was watching a Hispanic superhero-themed horror comedy show. A psychotic (and nude) size-changing guy was going on a rampage. While giant, he devastates entire cities and turns fertile plains into wastelands. One of the heroes, a light skinned, dark haired woman in black spandex and the power of super strength, was chasing after him. The two finally encounter each other in a dirt field. At first, it seemed both were evenly matched. But then, the super strong woman overtly surpasses her limits, causing sudden violent swelling in her muscles. The guy shrinks down to taunt her, poking at the woman's deformed anatomy before she exploded outright.

Cut to another episode, a ridiculous Batman/Godzilla-knockoff crossover. This had the Joker swap bodies with said Godzilla ersatz. But, in lieu of total destruction, he instead plotted to coerce a rich, famous family into giving him cash. Zoom in on a skyscraper's penthouse. Lounging inside were three preteen superstars, all triplets, and the source of said family's wealth. Joker-zilla then smashed the windows and outer walls to the suite, and (somehow being capable of speech) makes his demands. The girls' mother, against all reason, stands up to the kaiju, refusing to budge. In response, she's picked up in the monster's claws' and crushed to death, the woman's jaws and neck hyperextending to a comical degree. The mad monster then eats several chunks of flesh, and audaciously offers some "meat puffs" to the others.

Not sure how this ended.

For starters I have not watched television wrestling in about 20 years, with that being said this dream was so strange it had to be logged. First me and my brother were trying to find the usb cable that powered a special device that let us watch t.v. on our watches. We looked all over the house I used to live in as kids for it, but the device and the cable could not be found. On the show, all the wrestlers were sick and vomiting on camera in hospital rooms like it was an episode of E.R. and Vince McMann was walking from room to room with a clipboard and the comedy followed, with wrestlers puking on Dr.s nurses, and each other (sort of like the story from Wideload eating all the pies in "Stand By Me") We got the idea that we could bring the Boogie Woogie man back to life by plugging in the USB cable into his pacemaker to restart him, and there was a small wrestler figure made of plastic and we plugged it in, and the Boogie Woogie man came back to life on the T.V. show hinting at the movie Weird Science. This was a nonsense dream and I file it under comedy with no lucidity.

Fragment: I was at the movies in Toronto with my parents (again in Toronto with my parents?) watching the new Star Wars movie. My mom was hungry and so I convinced my dad to come get food. We lined up at a breakfast place, waited till we were at the cashier, and ordered pancakes.

We found ourselves in the theatre watching the movie. There were three characters: two unrecognizable actors and Leonardo DiCaprio with a rigid expression, commenting on the apparent state of danger in the current scene.

I'm no longer at the movies, but rather following a woman. I notice she is flying toward a large sailing ship in the middle of a gigantic whirlpool. All the sailors scurry in fear of being sunk and yet as the woman perches herself onto the railing of the ship, all the men stop and watch her. I'm observing, floating from behind, as her legs change into a snake's tail (like a mermaid, but a snake).

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Total Dream Sign Count
Inner Awareness = 2
Action = 2
Form = 6
Context = 2

Total LD's/Dream = 0/6 = 0%

Please comment and let me know if you think I missed some dream sign classifications in the journal entry!

Dream 97: At The Arcade

Inside a Cinemark-type building; lots of dark red and black everywhere. I'm racing my brother around the hallways, sticking close to the walls to get around quicker (Thank you Gorman Race Track). On the third lap, I bolt it as fast as I can, narrowly avoiding being face-planted into the wall. Security starts catching on and warns us against running around the theater again.

My brother and I head for the arcade portion of the building. There's your cookie-cutter Pac-Man machines and lame cabinets--nothing special. Until I come across this one machine at least...

Well, two of them. My mom tagged along and she used the cabinet behind me.

The controllers were the weirdest things I've seen. They were wooden cylinders with red buttons on randomly placed sections of the controllers. There were also two of them per person, one for each hand. Both of the cabinets were classic Castlevania clones.