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    1. September 13, 2018 Non-lucid and Semi-Lucid Frags

      by , 09-13-2018 at 08:19 PM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      The non-lucid I was with Sam h at what we thought to be a music festival. It looked like an indoor water park but the theme was a jungle so there were a lot of trees and brush all over the place. I believe there were water slides and hot tubs scattered about. There was a front desk. We had gone up to the people and mentioned that we had two tickets. At some point we saw Temple.

      The semi-lucid I was walking in Kings Charter. I was cutting through someone's yard to get to my house but I heard recently IRL that the owners of this house participate in beekeeping so I was trying to go around them when I realized that the house wasn't even there. In its place was a field and there weren't any trees or houses that are usually there. I became aware that I was dreaming but was very calm about it. I just thought that it must be a dream and that I should do what I want. I was now walking in that field and there were people walking near me. I thought in my mind that I would try to ask a dream character something. Before I could ask anything a girl walked by me and she said something like "you are a beautiful one" or "you are a good one", I don't think it was exactly that but it was something similar. I can't really remember. I kept repeating what she said to myself in awe and curiosity. Someone else walked by and said something else but I can't remember. I realized my eyes were very squinted. I was trying to open them up but the dream collapsed.
    2. Interesting NLs and One Lucid - September 12-13

      by
      ZAD
      , 09-13-2018 at 05:54 PM (ZAD's DJ)
      Sep 12 2018

      I woke up and color-coded my dreams in a weird order (Red, then Blue, then Green instead of RGB or ROY G BIV). In my first NL, I'm in a strange competition where the teams of two have to come up with a piece of art and a story (but it can be derivative?). My parents and some older relatives (aunts, uncles) are also playing. I'm ambitious and want to try something we've never read before and reinterpret it and create something original from it within the timeframe (we have 1 day, or maybe 1 night, to complete it). Everyone else is cheating and making really simple art, which I'm frustrated at because I'm trying to create something good. This is all taking place in a long room with tables and chairs/stools set up, with large windows that have whitish light coming in. The entire room has a blue, overcast tint to it (it's been rainy lately, I think lighting in dreams could be an important dreamsign).

      The scene transitions and I'm in a brighter (incandescant) hallway looking at posters and diagrams. There are displays with black and white etchings or line drawings or diagrams of a man who reminds me of Nietzche in pugilist attire. The display (or a DC) says "engineers have been fascinated with the human body for hundresds (or thousands) of years". I get through the hallway and reach a balcony opening up on a room below (sort of like an operating theater but no separation). There are people in the room below, maybe related to the competition.

      I'm now in a blueish comic book store. It's dark outside and in front of me in line, there's a guy trying to buy a macbook. He doesn't pay (or should have in advance) and the cashier scolds him and shoos him out, giving him a warning. Me and the cashier go way back, and he mentions my competition. He suggests a pairing of characters from a fictional anime, and we debate eastern vs western art for a while. He shows me some pictures of the characters for reference. This all felt like one long connected dream.

      I'm in my childhood home backyard with my fiancee, we're playing ping-pong with some drunk guy. It's me and her against him, he has a big beard. The ball is bright orange and there's a black trash bag on the table. I miss a couple of balls (I might be drunk too) and feel bad. Suddenly the table is thinner length-wise (maybe it collapsed?). We keep losing balls and there's something on the ground (an unfamiliar dog or other creature?).

      Sep 13 2018

      I went to bed at 12:30am. The first NL I remember a variation of my reocurring intruder dream, but instead of the intruder, I walk into the hallway from my bedroom and see that the bathroom light is on. Our apartment's maintenance man is finally fixing our sink, but it's the middle of the night. At some point I have a fragment about the server that I've been working on for work.

      I wake around 3:50 and move my dog so he stops scratching his collar. Fall asleep and have some NLs. In the next one I remember, I'm in a play place. Think McDonald's with tubes and such, but along the floor only, much too small, and made out of those pop-up tents that resemble windshield sun shades with holes in them. I'm with my fiancee, we're crawling through on hands and knees through the holes. She's ahead of me and I have to expend a lot of effort to get through. There are cobwebs all around, and some small items are stuck in them. I remember vividly that there were a lot of bees/wasps on the ground. As we crawl towards the back, my fiancee finds a large blue crystal ring. We get in a fight about it. A female therapist appears, and she sides with my fiancee. I become irate.

      I'm now walking into a room with some old ladies. It's a slightly dim, carpeted, beige room with the curtains drawn but light still filtering in around the edges. I'm naked, and the old ladies, who are sitting in chairs along one of the walls, are looking at me out of the corners of their eyes. I'm standing behind my fiancee (or another DC) after entering the room to try and hide. Eventually something clicks and I realize how ridiculous the situation is, and I look at my hands and become lucid! The old ladies' chair positions have moved, their backs are to the windows now and they're looking directly at me. Some old men (more men than there are ladies) are standing behind them looking upset, and looking away. I shake their hands and tell them I'm dreaming, but they're looking away from me, and each time I shake one of their hands it's like I intercepted them trying to shake someone else's hand. I walk around the room a bit (I didn't write this down immediately so I'm not sure what else I did here), and I remember thinking how lucky I was to be lucid so frequently these past weeks (waking life awareness!!). I then decided to try spinning again. This was my first time spinning from a standing position, and it was at least mostly successful (I had thought about doing this in the night while walking my dog). I wanted to visit my incubated dream world, so I said nonverbally "waterhouse" (I meant bathhouse). My intention was vague and unclear, so it took a while longer to form the dream scene and the dream must have latched on to some floating thoughts to form something coherent out of the word.

      The scene materializes (like a squareish shape of white light approaching from the distance) and my full field of vision is focused on a video playing. The video is gaudy, bright, and annoying (my fiancee showed me the new iPhone commercial last night). There were words on the screen in a tacky font, sort of like lyrics although they weren't. There was no sound. Bright neon colors (I remember green and yellow) and images of a woman in a yellow or red dress standing on a stage as if she was singing were flashing on the screen. My field of vision slowly allowed me to disconnect from the screen and realize that it was a phone or tablet that I was holding. I was in a living room similar to my own, with a glass coffee table and a long couch behind me. Although the layout is similar to mine, the dimensions, lighting, and general decor remind me of the house of one of my dad's old clients, a rich Jew.

      I look back at the phone again and the screen is dimmer now, and no matter what I do I can't get it to go bright again. I put the phone on the table and decide to do a reality check, so I put my first two fingers into the palm of my left hand. With the two hands stuck together, I decide to try and stick my fingers through the roof of my mouth as well, but I can't. I turn around and look at the couch. There's now a female body on the couch, although it seems like a mannequin. I try to put my fingers through her abdomen/solar plexus, but instead of entering in, the skin flakes off like peeling paint. I peel it like an onion and take off one layer up to the face. The face underneath is different. I take more and more layers off, and each time the face is slightly different. Some parts of the skin reminded me of plastic wrap that sort of warps and has indentations, or like the shrink wrap they use on college textbooks. I start thinking too much and
      wake up.

      It's 5:30am, I color-code my dreams (again with the weird Red, Blue, Green order) and try to stay still because I feel that I'm still in REM and can easily DEILD. I see the white light and almost get into a couple of dreams, but my dog keeps scratching and moving around, other noises keep popping up and bringing me out of it, and I end up just lying there for a while. I try to get back to sleep and maybe I drifted off for a little bit but ultimately I woke up before my 6:40 alarm and DJ'd on my phone.

      I'm starting to really believe and understand Sensei's article about catching "the feeling" and holding onto it, trusting yourself that you will LD tonight rather than techniquing yourself to death. Really proud of my frequency lately! But I'm ready for a full night of deep sleep. Work is killing me.
    3. Flying High

      by , 09-13-2018 at 12:49 PM
      Morning of September 13, 2018. Tuesday.

      Reading time: 1 min 53 sec. Readability score: 57.



      Since early childhood, originating on December 23, 1966, a few days after my sixth birthday (while living on 901 Rose Street in La Crosse, Wisconsin on the second floor of a commercial building), I began to comprehend the main component of the dreaming and waking process. For those who do not know (as I have explained it hundreds of times since 2004), it is vestibular system correlation. This main factor of going into and out of the dream state is of course based on the inability of the dream self to viably perceive the physical body’s current orientation and is the foundation for what is called the “waking start” or falling sensation. About fifty percent of the tens of thousands of dreams I have studied have this element at one point, more than twenty-five percent related to flight (such as birds, airplanes, helicopters, and unaided flying as well).

      This process often involves VSC personification, or another form of the avatar, such as an anthropomorphic bird.

      The process may come about either deliberately or spontaneously, from the three dream self modes of subliminal, liminal, or lucid. Sometimes, I initiate the process by habit (and the virtuous circle effect), other times, it is by surprise. This process, just as I have never dreamt of the same setting more than once, is always different, and despite my viable knowledge of the process for over fifty years, I remain astounded by each new subtle variation.

      In this case, my dream is quite simple, despite it being a new variation. I am flying on my own in a few scenes. Eventually, I see people who are preparing to work as flight attendants. One of them is the preconscious avatar.

      I am puzzled by how a male flight attendant is standing on the tail of the Boeing 747 as it flies to my right in the same direction I am, quite high in the sky. He is standing near the left elevator or horizontal stabilizer of the tail. (This is an association with the fact that an elevator is also a common form of generic vestibular system correlation.)

      At another point, when a 747 is on the ground, other flight attendants prepare to work. I am puzzled by why they have to stand on the airplane as it flies rather than ride in it. The (unknown male) VSC avatar tells me that they need to make sure that passengers do not open the door to the outside of the aircraft when it is in flight.

      An airplane (other than when serving as a literal or prescient form) is typically a projection of VSC, that is, a secondary projection of one’s imaginary physicality within the dream state. As such, and with the preconscious presence, my dream gives me a “soft landing” so to speak rather than a hypnopompic kick.


      Tags: airplane, flying
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Expectations Theater

      by , 09-12-2018 at 06:43 PM (Bridger's Oneironautic Expeditions)
      I'm walking back into the water park I was at previously. I want to go into a VIP pool area so I head that way. A lady checks my wristband first to make sure I have access and lets me though. Once inside, I see a girl and some other people that I know already in the pool talking to each other. I get a running start and flop into the pool right next to the girl. She's very irritated at me and holds me underwater until I can move away. Once I surface, she yells at me that she was having a serious conversation and that I ruined it. I feel like an outcast and simply say "okay" before walking off and away from the pool. I dry off quickly and put some fancy clothes on for whatever reason and head out to explore. I'm walking through a large room with tiered floors and rooms off to each side. I peek into one room and find that it's like a dorm room. I realize the whole place I'm walking through is just a strangely laid out dorm. I stop exploring further because I realize I'm wearing a green shirt with blue pants and it looks ridiculous. I have to go and change somewhere. Later, I'm walking into a huge theater room with people walking around and looking at me funny. The whole setup is supposed to be a trick on me for some reason, but I go with it anyway. The building really is enormous, and I'm staring at everything in awe. A girl sitting near where I'm walking comes up and takes my hand and leads me around the theater area. Behind the theater seats is a large shopping area and we walk up some stairs to get there. We pass a jewelry store before going back down some more stairs and arriving at a bar that overlooks the theater.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. A State-Changing Pool

      by , 09-12-2018 at 06:34 PM (Bridger's Oneironautic Expeditions)
      I'm walking around a cool-looking amusement park that also has many water attractions. I get in line for one I've never seen before. It's a frozen pool area that's surrounded by a building. It's supposed to be relaxing. Around 30 or so people go in at once and as we walk across the ice, I do yoga poses as I slide along the ice trying to get relaxed. Everybody is looking at me funny but I keep it up until we walk to the side of the pool we're supposed to be on. When we get there, I start to notice the ice looking thinner. I mention this to some people, but it seems that no one is troubled. Suddenly, I fall through only to find that the water is warm, like a hot tub. Gradually, the ice melts away and the frozen pool is now one giant hot tub. Side doors are opened up for people to come and go.
      Tags: ice, pool, ride, yoga
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. How I Journeyed to the Third Galaxy

      by , 09-12-2018 at 03:12 PM
      Morning of September 12, 2018. Wednesday.

      Dream #: 18,895-02. Optimized 1 min 15 sec read.



      I am in the Loomis Street house on the second floor and mentally form a spaceship out of the front area. Several unfamiliar men are with me.

      I operate my jerry-built flying saucer, still made of wood from the house. It rises in the air and enters outer space. One unknown male (protoconsciousness emergence caused by my vestibular phasing response to the dream state) is wary.

      I go to Mars and enjoy seeing its landscapes. My illusory sensations of movement (imaginary kinesthesia caused by the vestibular phasing dynamics of REM atonia) are vivid.

      “I’m going to the third galaxy,” I tell the others (an association with Earth being the third planet from the sun).

      With the silly pretense of metacognitive dream shaping, I cheerfully claim every solar system has at least one planet like Earth, many of which have human-like inhabitants.

      I create a planet upon which to land. There are many unusual structures. The “aliens” look like people, but they say “arrow” (myoclonus association) instead of “hello.” I mentally try to prevent them from speaking English, but we hear some short phrases. Because of this, one male passenger thinks we might be on Earth.

      I see spiral writing and crosshairs on a computer screen. I read “TTYL” (“Talk To You Later”). I consider I should make the text seem more “alien.” I focus, and it soon mainly contains characters like those from the Netflix “Travelers” series. (It is a science-fiction series about human time travelers).

      I summon Zsuzsanna into a bedroom for an intimate experience. My somatosensory response (tactility, physical pleasure, and sense of warmth) increases exponentially. I sit on a bed, and Zsuzsanna sits on me, facing me. The protoconsciousness personification and the other passengers are watching us through a window (with no sense of intrusion). (There is a vague association with the last scene of the James Bond movie “Moonraker” from 1979.)


      Updated 10-28-2021 at 06:53 PM by 1390

      Categories
      lucid
    7. 2018-09-09 LLD LD #243 -- tk, stolen bag,

      by , 09-12-2018 at 12:18 PM
      + at the (pharmacy?) counter, there is a crowd there, I'm ordering things, there are bottles of white pills around(?). Later there is a commentary about the food, and I say "there is no no nutritious food, no good meats, no fresh vegetables, all they have is gum & candy." I look down and realize my bag is missing, I see someone moving around from me with it, I start shouting "They stole my bag!" and go after him. The thief is moving to a wall of lockers, and I think he's going to stash it inside a locked locker and I won't be able to get it back. There is a guy sitting in a chair to one side (the thief?) I want to punch him, I make a few feints (and then punch him?)

      + girl at the pool.
      Spoiler for sexy time:


      + LD #243 tk, girl.
      I'm moving through a set of glass doors and there is a guy in front of me, I make an arm gesture and "force push" (TK) the guy away from me. This makes me realize I'm dreaming. I look around. It is a library-like location. There is a girl to my left, I decide to engage.
      I think about stabilization, things are stable, colorful. She shrinks to the size of a small doll.
      Spoiler for sexy time:
      . A man nearby starts a commentary on something and I
      lose lucidity, I think he's wrong.

      another day:
      +(f) running with somewhere, I move ahead of them to the destination. I'm running quickly.
      Categories
      lucid
    8. Log 1231 - Flight, Flood, and a Giant Strawberry

      by , 09-12-2018 at 01:34 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Tuesday 11 September 2018

      Got DILD (if only seconds-long for the lucid portion) and a fragment to note.

      Scrap Group 1
      At an arcade, playing some made-up games.

      Something involving my nephew and his cousin.

      Dream 1 - Flight, Floods, and a Giant Strawberry

      Scene 1 - Girl's Glare Awareness
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a school's computer lab. My bro was there as well. We speak of an out-of-business sale for an outlet that we supposedly previously visited. When we left the lab, I started floating around, if just to show off. I did, however, have trouble balancing myself, and had to keep my legs tucked in so as not to bump into anything. Two young girls (about 8 - 10 years old) were ahead of us, one with long black hair, the other with brown. The former of the two kept glaring at me with contempt. Questioning who she was triggered lucidity. I continued flying through the hallway, when the dream began collapsing into a blue void. Thorough hand rubbing until a new scene formed.

      Scene 2 - Flooding Indoor Waterside Loading Bay
      The visuals were dim. Awareness lost. I was in a waterside loading bay, a huge indoor facility occupying both land and sea. Instead of warehouses, goods were sent directly to a large outlet nearby, likely the same one mentioned above. Pathways were quite narrow, leaving far too little room for porting work.

      A vast barge was moored, large enough to cover all docks. It also looked highly damaged from use and age, perhaps even incapable of moving. I hopped into an exposed inner hold. Despite the room appearing dirty from years of neglect, there were plenty of perfectly intact crates left over. I thought to peek in, when the ship suddenly began sinking. So, I jumped back to land fast as I could.

      I stared in awe as this disaster unfolded. Yet, I also noticed the ship had been submerged much too quickly. Just then, the water began to rise, steadily engulfing the entirety of the dock. In a panic, I rushed to the warehouse. Too late. Just as I was about to get inside, rows of steel airlock doors slammed down in the entrance. Such pressure forced me back to the rising sea, and before long, I was engulfed completely.

      Hurriedly, I swam up under a canopy, hoping to suck what precious air I could. I thought to kick up some bubbles, which would hopefully stick under that surface long enough for me to breath. Still, I also knew I couldn't survive here for long... "Better rewind time", I thought. Transition.

      Scene 3 - Strawberry Wizard Boon

      The visuals were rather blurred. I was at a forest clearing, mists concealing much of the savage wilderness around me. Directly ahead was a dirt/ rock mound, carved and built with enough rickety constructions to make a crude dwelling. I go inside to find a stereotypical old sage, a haggard, ancient white-beareded man wearing rags and a worn out pointy hat. After handing me a sizeable knife, the old man points to a giant strawberry behind him. I hack at the oversized fruit, cleaving it in two. Then, on a guess, I take left half, and offered it to the sage. But, he only shook his head in disappointment, and pointed to the exit.

      Once again, I rewound time. Now, I chose to offer the right-hand portion. The wizard nods, and, finally, began to speak. He rewarded me with a boon for my "soldiers", granting a specific type of them the power to form visible, triangular-shaped winds. False memories had me recall my fighting with, and later recruiting, some legionnaire type figures. Reckoned these were to whom the old man was referring. Furthermore, this visit somehow prevented my drowning predicament above.

      Things warped. More false memories. Don't recall how this ended.
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    9. God and friends

      by , 09-11-2018 at 06:29 PM
      so I wake up dreaming about god the first thing that happens is I'm on a mountain then it starts to rise then god spoke and as god spoke I claim that he was false god then I started falling from the edge of a corner into a ditch as I was in the ditch more images of friends hanging out become apparent then I was walking on a pipeline in some constructed area after that I was in bed where my blanket started wrapping around me after I got out of that mess god claim to be there again after I woke up in the dream all I can a remember was people surrounding me
    10. The Rain Dog

      by , 09-11-2018 at 05:37 PM (Bridger's Oneironautic Expeditions)
      I'm in my car with someone else driving it. I'm somewhat worried about the noise my car is making as it's moving as it sounds like the suspension is creaking. We are headed downtown to go to some kind of bar, but there is a lot of traffic. We squeeze through the tight street and weaving through the pedestrians crossing before finally getting to our destination and parking in a parking garage. We enter the building and make our way downstairs. There are checkpoints along the way that we're supposed to stop at and have barriers blocking the way, but we just hurdle them and keep going. Once we're downstairs, It feels more like a Biolife donation center than anything else. We are all waiting for a seat to be available, when people start bringing around drinks. Apparently, it's a sample of wine and it's brought out in a large chilled mug but very thick, so that the diameter of the actual volume to hold the wine is only an inch or so wide. It tastes really good though and I feel like having more. We leave the building soon after this, taking the same route back out. Later, I'm outside my house in the rain when I see a dog limping. It's soaked from the rain and looking for shelter. I run back home telling it to follow me so that I can grab a towel. I run to the garage to find an old towel and run back to find the dog sitting patiently at the front door. I let it in and start drying it off.
      Tags: car, dog, traffic, wine
      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. Club Rioting

      by , 09-11-2018 at 05:29 PM (Bridger's Oneironautic Expeditions)
      I'm in a club with friends and many other people. For some reason, I get into an argument with some other people on the floor above me and I start yelling at them. Eventually, I start a riot with everyone gathered around and they all begin fighting. I walk away as this is occurring and leave the club. The way back out is through a small restaurant which is completely empty except for the bouncer who says goodbye to me as I pass by. When I exit onto the street, I realize this it's one of the clubs that I know, but the exit is on the wrong side.
      Tags: club, night, riot
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    12. Lucid Chain, Flew Again! - September 11

      by
      ZAD
      , 09-11-2018 at 04:00 PM (ZAD's DJ)
      Sep 11 2018

      I had two long and detailed NLs during the night, but after waking from each one, I couldn't remember anything*; I was pretty disappointed at my recall. It was around 4 in the morning and I had time to sleep in, at least until around 6:40. I decided to make the best of it. I got up and walked around, did some relaxation and tried to WILD for a bit with no luck. Finally I repeated my mantra only twice and went directly to sleep.

      I had a long non-lucid in my childhood home. It was night and I was in the kitchen, looking out the window. I could see a huge field outside. My dad was there, and we were planning something (resistance?). Scene transitions to a more brightly lit room, I have a toy typewriter that types in a brownish color on a clear sheet of glass or plastic; possibly the letters are cookies. I type "how to get rid of giant crickets" and think about cockroaches briefly (fear/loathing of these is starting to become a dreamsign). I think we were fighting against giant crickets in the dark house. I walk from the living room into a long kitchen area. It reminds me of the Oculus Touch VR demo I played about a year ago (with the little robot guy with the cartridges). There's a little kid sitting to the left of the kitchen where I enter; he's sitting and looking at some complicated instruments, similar to a plane or helicopter. However I get the understanding that they're for a car. I teach him about the controls and explain what they're all for. He's doubtful in his abilities and I reassure him.

      The scene shifts and the kid and I are in an airplane with the same controls. There may be another DC kid sitting there. I'm telling him to pull up, pull up, pull up! because we're flying really low almost touching an interstate highrise. Finally we're rolling on the ground, the wheels are touching the cement rails/guards on either side of the thing, I say pull up goddammit! He finally does and we're flying again.

      Scene transitions and I'm flying on my own, with just my body. Waves of pleasant vibrations are washing over my body and I feel the rushing sensation of the air. I become lucid! I look at my hands to confirm and then look around, and put my hands in a superman pose. I shoot forward! The sensation was insane. I fly for a little longer and then approach another bridge, veering up to avoid hitting it, but slowing down as I consider landing on it. For some reason I hesitate and doubt my ability to land effectively; the dream doesn't destabilize but I remember that I wanted to try spinning in a dream.

      I spin counterclockwise, flapping my arms side to control my motion as if I'm trying to spin while swimming. The scene fades and I feel a new one being created although I don't see anything yet. I feel myself sort of fall into a pool of water. I'm in a secluded watery area. All around me there are reddish metal walls with seams and rivets. To the left there's more of an open area. I touch the wall and look closely at the rivets. I walk along the permiter of the wall to my right and then along the wall in front of me, and arrive at a tree with a thin trunk (maybe 6 inches diameter). I can't see any leaves or branches, and the trunk is straight with smooth bark, making me think it's a palm. I try to write my initials on the bark and I can't really see them show up, but I can see them fade (I guess because my fingers were wet?). I remember my coin totem and try to summon it from my pocket. I reach into my left pocket and there's nothing there, but I pretend there is. I pretend to flip the coin with my left hand, nonverbally making the "sheeeeen" sound that it makes when it flips. I catch it in my left palm and slap it onto the back of my right hand, and after a second I feel it there! I move my hand and there it is, looking exactly as it does in real life, except for some fake-looking black rust spots (this could have been because I found an obnoxious amount of mold on my provalone last night). I look at it for a bit, excited that I could actually summon an item from waking life. Unfortunately I forgot the entire purpose of it, to rub it for stabilization. Oh well, there's always next time. Also this whole scene exhibited a huge degree of detail and solidity compared to the flying scene, possibly because I formed it/entered it while already lucid rather than being a preexisting dream. Also, I think that in this area I was in, there was a cover of some kind.

      I walk the perimeter to the open area (to the left of where I initially was). I look to the raised area with some pebbles and trees/bushes in sort of a garden. The walls here look like red brick, and there's no cover above, I can see sunlight clearly. I look at a bush and see a doe walk out! She's in perfect detail, and is beautiful. Then she lifts a leg and pees on the bush. I laugh and
      wake up. As I'm waking up, I realize that there was beautiful, soothing music playing at this place, and I'm able to sort of recapture and hold on to it; then I realize that the music was formed partly by my fiancee's breathing.



      *Note: I haven't been keeping a physical DJ on days when my fiancee is working. She's a light sleeper, so the scratching of the pen on paper sometimes wakes her up and she doesn't get enough sleep on working days anyway.
    13. Comic Strip Strangeness

      by , 09-11-2018 at 03:11 PM
      Morning of September 11, 2018. Tuesday.

      Reading time: 1 min 6 sec. Readability score: 63.



      I still had traces of the flu during this period. Vestibular system correlation took on a rather odd form in the otherwise typical transition, an atypical combination of internal and projected awareness. I was semi-lucid but did not maintain focus.

      I enter the world of Barney Google and Snuffy Smith by liminal intent. Snuffy has a daughter of about my youngest daughter’s age. Snuffy’s daughter (fictitious as relevant to the real comic strip) walks through a doorway and my dream shifts rather than the doorway association serving as an exit. I then realize it is my daughter standing in the room in real life, but I shift back into the dream state.

      Now I am viewing a Hi and Lois comic strip. It features Chip and an unknown girl (partially based on a real comic strip I had just seen previously - see image). They are riding a subway. The girl is on Chip’s left, so this is a typical rendering modeling (in real time) of how I am sleeping with Zsuzsanna with her on my left. On the left of my view of the comic strip are a few odd sketchy characters with stop signs for heads (though otherwise drawn like a Hi and Lois character).

      The surreal comic strip is a result of my ongoing semi-lucid thoughts. Eventually, within a larger version of the comic strip, is an insert displaying the external movement of a real subway (like the film of a passing train, although I view its side as if from above). I say “look at that,” (even though the preconscious avatar is not visibly present) and wake slowly, feeling the illusory movement in my body.


      Updated 09-22-2018 at 11:14 AM by 1390

      Categories
      lucid
    14. The Internship

      by , 09-10-2018 at 07:53 PM (Bridger's Oneironautic Expeditions)
      I'm sitting at a table with Trump and Clinton discussing the possibilities of an internship for me. They seem really excited about it and so am I. The pay in the Washington D.C. area is apparently 200 bucks an hour which I am stunned by. Before walking off, Trump gives me a fist bump and I follow a woman to where I will be working. She navigates through many hallways and finally reaches my work area. Apparently, it's with a game developer company that makes arcade games. All the games look really new and fun to play.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    15. Waffles and a Drink

      by , 09-10-2018 at 07:50 PM (Bridger's Oneironautic Expeditions)
      I'm in a bar/ restaurant looking to get some food. Apparently, they have really good waffles which they have displayed everywhere. I also see a strange combination of hollow waffle with molten nacho cheese on the inside. I order some waffles and sit down at a table . I had also ordered a drink form another place that resembled a Starbucks, but it had yet to be brought out to me. I walk over to the Starbucks about to ask where my drink is at when I see a wait list. Apparently, they're pretty backed up and they haven't gotten to my order yet. Eventually they do call my name and I get my drink.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment