25: I'm in an amusement park with Sam. We're standing in this large room made of metal that feels ancient. When you touch something it plays a sequence of events that represents the story from some movie or book. A man and his three little kids walk in. Sam starts to touch the same pieces to show him what he had missed from the story. I remember thinking he was being selfish for dragging his little kids to this sort of attraction when obviously they weren't old enough. I thought the story turned out to be the chronicles of Narnia. My view was watching a lion with wings fly around a field. I was on a tropical island or on the coast in a town. It was daytime out. There were people walking around slowly. It felt like this was some sort of zombie apocalypse, but then it felt like they were actually players in a video game trying to kill each other in a free for all fashion. I'm with sam Kolby and moo in a room on the second or third floor. Maybe we were in booty bay from WoW. They're talking about this really attractive girl. I walk down to the coast on a boardwalk and the girl is there. She's interested in me. We're talking and at some point we kiss. I recognize this girl as being an Instagram model that I used to follow before I purged my Instagram. I realize sam or Kolby really liked this girl so when I got back to the hotel room I didn't mention it to them. They split up and do some other things, I look at my phone and find her profile on what looks like tinder. Her profile picture was her lying down in a boxing match like she had one something and there's money flying all around. 26: A girl is in front of me. There's something small in front of me with lyrics of Swim and Sleep by unknown mortal orchestra. I'm singing them and she joins along. I stop and she stops. I pick back up and she continues. It felt like we liked each other in some fashion or another. We're close by a beach on the boardwalk. It's about to be nighttime. In my mind Excision is about to play somewhere. We look at the boardwalk and there's 100s of young people shoving each other around listening to hardcore music like rock or electronic. People start coming out of a building where Excision had played. We walk in and see some band on stage. We're the only people watching but as we leave I cheer them on. The group is walking up to a big snow place. We're waiting in line, my friend korri is coming but she's far behind in line. We get in and go down a hill. In the middle is an ice rink from what I remember. More of our friends come in and meet us at the bottom. I run up to who I think is korri and tackle her, but when I look at the person it turns out to be stella. Our group starts all collectively chanting da da dadada da, da da, dadada da. It starts quietly and then goes up in volume and pitch. I see stella's parents walking around cheering us on. The cheer escalates further and I see people's parents in the stands looking at us. It's now a warm environment without snow. The cheer bursts into a massive scene with everyone there joining in. Someone lifts me up and brings me to the center of it all. Flags are waving around and people are going crazy. I look down and ask who's lifting me up. A guy throws me up in the air a little bit and goes "Terence." I look down and it's someone I know named alex but I let it go. He eventually lets me down and I give him a side hug before running towards the main building.
There is a kid. His name is never specified, but his life sucks. He had nearly caved into cocaine and drug abuse at a young age, and his family actually hates him. The story properly starts at his birthday party. He was practically having FUN hiding from his family because they found out about him being friends with a school shooter until he was caught. After that, he had to sit on the bench for the rest of the party. His dad then comes up to him and starts to sexually harass him. He makes a run for it. He runs as far away from home as he can, taking a friend with him. His plan is to go crash at another friend's house. He doesn't hang out with his friend that much because he is abusive, but something has to be compromised. All the while, he is being chased by my mom, who, in the dream, is his mom. He stops at a library and hides there. He has some pills in his pocket, but he never uses them, although he says he wouldn't mind some cocaine. Eventually he hears an ice cream truck. His friend tells him to stay, but he doesn't listen. Instead, he leaves the building and almost gets arrested by the police. They make a run for it once again and then the kid's mom finds them. He asks why she is doing this and she says that he was a mistake and that she hates him. They eventually lose her but then they get lost themselves. They are at a haunted mansion, Or rather, HE is at a haunted mansion. His friend wasn't anywhere to be found. He enters and gets bombarded by a giant spider and a pac-man looking creature, but manages to fend them off. It then goes to the wikipedia page for the monsters he was attacked by. This dream is based off of a story I am writing in real life. It's called "Something to Think About" and you can check out what I have of it here: https://www.fictionpress.com/u/1046116/DROP-THERAPY
Morning of July 26, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 1 min 24 sec. Readability score: 66. I am driving an unfamiliar car. The driver’s side is on the left (implying America). Brenda is on the passenger side. There are no threads of my conscious self at this point. We are going north on Highway Seventeen (the original one). An outdoor seminar on dreaming is occurring in an area we pass to my right. Brenda cheerfully points and says, “Bobbleheads.” (This is what I call people who talk or write about dreams or their so-called meaning while having no understanding of the dream state.) Something about the scenario seems off, and I try to consider what it is. Brenda’s head is now slumping forward. Her head is Betty Boop’s. I wonder if she is a clockwork girl that has suddenly malfunctioned. For a moment, I consider I may get into trouble for stealing or taking advantage of a movie prop. Her forehead seems to have an electrical outlet (the American type). Glancing at Brenda (or Betty Boop) again later, I see her changing into different dream characters at the rate of about two per second, cycling through many diverse personas. Finally, “she” becomes George Harrison and continues to talk about Bobbleheads. We continue on our road trip with a cheerful disposition. We arrive at a music studio. George has a meeting with several music producers. Once in the room, however, it seems to be a class on economics. Going up to the front, where a chart on an easel displays an upward trend (a linear representation of the waking process), I see that all the students are equidistant identical ceramic chicks (yet still living entities), which turn their heads left to look at us. They chirp similar clouds of small triangles, circles, and squares, mostly of red, blue, green, and yellow, of which float about above their heads for short periods of time. They seem to be asking why most humans are unable to communicate with them. (This is emerging consciousness simulacra of which first occurred around age three. What wonderful nostalgia.) (Zsuzsanna and I were talking about “Route 66” yesterday, though she has never seen the show.)
Non-dream stuff: Woke up at 8 but fell asleep again somehow, and the non-lucid dream fragment that follows was after I woke up suddenly at 9:40; I tried to not recall the dream too hard, with positive result: Fragment: Was going up a small 1-lane ramp at what reminds me now of a school I've been to in waking life. It was day and as I went up the ramp I was fiddling with a box cutter (specifically a black and yellow one I have in waking life) and there was a boy, maybe 10 or 12 in front of me walking the same direction. The light was suddenly changing as I caught up to him and it became night; there were trees and fences to the right and at the immediate left some short buildings; I could see where the road would intersect ahead; I said something like "hey, wait up", at first wondering if the sounds of the box cutter scared him, but he didn't seem phased by that. I remember he looked at me and smiled and I asked him "where's your brother? do you know?". The boy said "no, I don't know", and I kept walking along with him and we talked about something; we were getting to an intersection with a town road and suddenly he had a dog on a lead, I'm not sure what kind, but not small and with brown/light brown fur. When we got to the intersection, the dog started tugging harder and went to the left and then suddenly it was like they were gone and I walked in the same direction as they'd vanished; I seem to remember that now I had the dog for a few minutes and it was very playful and tugging all the time on the lead (reminds me of my own dog in waking life, though it didn't feel like my dog) and I remember thinking something about the dog playing with a policeman but then the dog was gone again and as I went down the road, over a bend, I saw that some 3 story apartment buildings were damaged; I started walking toward them instead and then I remember one of them was quite damaged, like from an explosion, but it almost looked like they were made of very large Lego. I went into a building and the first and second floor were on fire and I kept walking through, up some stairs and then saw like an "interface" notification at the top of my field of view; I mentally clicked it, and the fires nearest me simply got put out; I repeated this a few times before the dream ended. (I was woken up by the already present garbage truck coming closer and getting just slightly louder, and my partner getting up to check on his car) Some notes: The area was reminiscent of my native country. This should have been dream-sign especially considering the absence of normal context, like the absence of my partner and my aimless wandering. I was the age I am now.Other than me, the boy, the dog and the "imagined" policeman, there was nobody else in the entire dream sequence.I was walking the whole time. At first this may not seem notable and though I did not feel frightened by anything at any point (such as by the fires, I was indifferent to the situation). And even if I had been afraid, it's not likely I would have run, but instead would have walked faster. This is reminiscent of real-life behaviour where I very rarely run if I'm in a public place, as it makes me feel self-conscious and observed, though the notion was not "consciously" present in my mind at the time in the dream.I have the idea the dog may have been a golden retriever, but I have no clear picture in my mind.I don't know who the boy really was, I think dream-generated, especially as I'm struggling to think of what his face was like and instead remembering the face of a boy in a game I've recently played.I think that before the ramp the fragment starts with me going up, there was water and a pier or something, but I know it was related to the dream sequence that came before.
Morning of July 26, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 2 min 48 sec. Readability score: 56. In my dream, most of my current conscious self identity no longer exists. Only one identifiable thread remains for this excursion into the absence of self. I am about 15 years old again. My mother is alive and present at one point, but I am unaware of my father. (This is the typical absence of viable memory and “means” nothing. In other dreams, I remember my father and not my mother. It is because the dream self does not have viable access to the unconscious mind, contrary to popular misconception. The preconscious has limited access, but the dream self does not. Additionally, the preconscious always knows it is dreaming when the dream self does not, which is why RAS avatars and emerging consciousness simulacra are rendered in the last dream of a sleep cycle to initiate the waking process.) There is a thread of awareness that I am in bed asleep in reality, though this is a common factor of subliminal presence, not an indication of lucidity, as my dream self is not aware of being in the dream state. I am writing in my dream journal. As I write, I notice a gentle rain outside. My bed is in the northeast corner of the room, lengthwise to the north wall, the head oriented east. I see the orange grove beyond the carport, though the rendering is different from real life. I am looking through the open jalousie louvers of the carport door. (This setup is likely my subliminal awareness of a doorway representing a dream’s potential exit point, a typical form of reactive representation in the dream state since early childhood.) As I write, I vaguely recall that other people read my dream journal, but the recall is not full, that is, I do not remember that the Internet (or computers) exists. The thought about other readers is there, yet it does not trigger the emerging consciousness factor or RAS activation until later (and there is not a separate preconscious waking process in this dream, mostly because it is not the last dream of my sleep cycle). On one level, I am aware I am dreaming. On another level, my dream self does not hold this realization. This enigmatic state has been common to my dreams since early childhood and is not lucidity, but is one of many reasons why I know “interpretation” is not a valid concept. (Other than with factors such as literal prescience, I am aware of the processes that underlay experiences in REM sleep.) My dream self is perplexed by the recall of how anyone could believe in “interpretation.” (My dream self remains without recall of the Barnum effect as a factor of causation.) Even as a young child, I sometimes went into several pages of why dreams held the causes, meanings, and effects that they did. I was more sarcastic of disinformation agents and empty-headedness at age eight than in my tamer rants as an adult since my 2004 online presence (probably because my mother often shared invalid beliefs about dreams she heard from people in her time, though most of which I still see on the Internet to this day). As I am watching the rain and listening to its peaceful sound, I write in my journal, “When I am dreaming about rain, it means that I am dreaming about rain. You idiot.” (This is somewhat ironic, as I know water and its specific dynamics typically correlate with ultradian rhythm, the extent of muscular inactivity in sleep, and the dynamics of the glymphatic system. Still, this is in stark contrast to the asinine rubbish that “water represents emotions.” Additionally, even from when I was a toddler, I have always used the essence of water to reinduce the dream state as with its usage as such on virtually countless commercial recordings.) This dream mainly came about in response to the typical infuriating nonsense people sometimes leave on my posts on one site (as the site does not have the option to delete or block comments, so I remove the entry and repost it). It is unfeasible for me to post the same extensive paragraphs of information about RAS mediation each time as explanatory notes for a particular dream.
last night I slept 8+ hrs and got 3 cool dreams. In the last one I felt getting some awareness and would have gotten lucid if they didn't call me from work. DREAM 1 I'm visiting someone who lives on 1660 penn avenue. It's on a hill, in wooded area. I decide to go up the hill to look at the white house at 1600 penn. It's hidden by thick bushes and trees. I don't want to get much closer as not to become suspicious of doing something bad. So I decide to take a picture from where I'm standing towards the house I'm visiting and the near highway instead. To show how close they live. As I'm looking at the screen of my iPhone, I feel a loud sharp noise. I look and there is a tiny hole right by the power button, and about 5 secret service agents are fast walking towards me. I tell them I'm sorry, didn't mean to cause any harm, as I know they disabled my iPhone with a precision shot. They ask to look at the pictures on my phone to see if I took anything secret, but I didn't. I'm a bit scared. A bit later, this feels like a second DREAM 2. But the setting is the same. Except now I can see beautiful green mountains with peaks covered in snow. I know I'm in Colorado. I wish I took pictures of that. As I look closer, a smallish airplane is flying above the tops. It grows bigger and is now doing acrobatic loops around the mountain top. I go uuuuh and aaaah and I'm just delighted. Love airplanes and watching anything flying in my dreams. DREAM 3 I'm walking towards the city square in my hometown. I decide to hang left, not wanting to go towards church. I'm suddenly in different city. I start to look for a place that's close to the street but kinda hidden from eyes of people walking by. Something discreet to have some hanky-panky. I find some structure of walls and I walk to the sidewalk to see if they would see us from there. Now I'm starting to become aware. I keep looking. There is a very old wall with steps leading up to it in few different places. Normally I avoid old places because they scare me. But not this time. I'm more curious and I realize it. Makes me happy that i'm not scared. There is a rope or something like that hanging from the wall and I grab it. That swings me out while I'm still standing on the wall. On my right, I can see a mesh roof broken on few places, over some large round room. Like a rotunda in a castle. I really don't want to fall in there, but I look inside with interest.
My memory is failing me this morning. I remember a few dream fragments, but the full contexts are forgotten. Let's start with the interesting one. My family were all doing some sort of secret mission, and I decided to sneak into the van they were driving. Sadly I got caught and they treated me like a stranger and threw me out. I found myself at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, in a snowstorm. I felt something wasn't right. I was so sure this was real, but it just didn't seem like a normal situation I'd found myself in. I did a nose plug reality check, and sure enough I could breathe normally. I was shocked honestly. I have never had a lucid dream hit me this hard, but I just stood there for a bit taking in the scenery. It wasn't much to look at, but I was watching the beautiful snow all around, feeling the cold temperature of it all. I noted how vivid and real it was, and then I decided I wanted to get out of there and go to my dream hub. I walked forward a bit and then reached for the sky. I wanted to fly there this time. I started flying into the sky at what felt like a decent speed...until I looked down and realized I had gone only a few feet and was going very slow. I fell back to the ground and the dream ended. I had another dream that took place at the dream hub, but I didn't actually take notice of where I was. I was in a heated argument with a grouchy neighbor. He was very conservative, but very anti-trump. He was arguing something about tulpas and how demonic they are, and I tried explaining how they have nothing to do with magic or witchcraft. Tulpas are basically glorified imaginary friends. Anyway, I recall 2 or 3 vague arguments, but another thing that happened with him was a wooden fence between my house and his. I noticed it was on fire for whatever reason, and though I was trying to extinguish the flames, he thought I caused the fire.
After waking up from the dream I instantly remembered a conversation I had with a dude that told me that he had remembered all of his past life’s, he said he had awoken from his amnesia and that he lived in Jupiter. He told me that our imagination wasn’t really an “imagination” it was memories from our past lives, so everything we saw in our creative minds were events we lived in previous minds, what this means is that our scariest monsters that we have ever thought of really do exist. Back to the dream: I’m at a mountain (I’m thinking the Himalayas for some reason). I’m near a hotel that’s located on one of the mountains, I came to this place to meet a guy that had domesticated a very rare eagle. He said that the eagle was the most expensive to have and keep in the world. I saw the eagle, it was white and could move its neck like an owl. The eagle behaved like a dog, it would play fetch with me, I really liked the eagle, it was kind and playful. I played with the eagle for a while, tossing a stick so it could go catch it on the ground (it would hop on its two legs to get the stick and bring it back). Then I decided to throw the stick off the mountain, with a lot of strength I tossed it and the eagle immediately flew at a very high speed and gave it back to me. I was completely amazed and enthusiastic about the eagle, I started talking with the trainer, I was asking him how he trained the bird and where could I get one… We are having a conversation when all of the sudden I see 2 big wings in front of me. I was sitting down, in the position I was in I could not see the body of the animal but the wings were huge, I got really scared. I looked at the trainer and he was as shocked as me. He said: “I have never seen anything like it, what is it?” I was feeling scared but curious, I stood up and saw the face and body of the bird. The body of the bird and all the way to his head was a little more taller than me, I would say 1.9meters. The bird looked young, it looked like it was still growing, not and adult yet. The color of its feathers were beautiful. It was all very purple, dark purple with red, mostly dark purple. The dark purple really opened my eyes, I was amazed with this bird, I was thinking about it and all I could think of was the pokemon Moltres. I told the trainer: “Yooo, it fucking moltres!” He didn’t say anything. His head had like a little bun of feathers on top, like the one moltres has (I googled and a phoenix is also drawn with this particular aspect). The wings were very big, but when we started to inspect the bird we noticed he was malnourished (he looked anorexic), we could see his bones and almost his skeleton behind his feathers. The bird looked in pain and I felt he didn’t have any more energy to fly, I quickly told him to bring food. We ran inside the hotel, got some food but we were very afraid to get near the bird, we didn’t know if the bird could spit fire and burn us or how could it react (it was a legit question). We threw the food from inside the cabin of the hotel, I remember the bird started eating all of it and the dream ends.
Morning of July 25, 2018. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,846-05. Reading time: 1 min 20 sec. In the morning, Zsuzsanna received a message about a contest from an unknown sender, but I am wary. Although it seems like a legitimate competition at first, it turns out that a gangster had buried a jewelry box near our house (that in my dream is first a variation of the Loomis Street house and near the southwest corner, though the sidewalk is not present.) Eventually, several unfamiliar men are near our house. They look for their buried jewelry box for the valuable items inside. I see them as intruders and realize at this point that it is not a legitimate contest, but that unknown men were using an area of our yard to hide their loot from other criminals. I hit two of them with shovels, but I think they might have guns. I want to protect my family, but there is no logic in not letting them get what they want and leave without bothering us, so I wait. My family remains inside our house during this time. Eventually, the gangsters are no longer present. Our house changes into a version of our present home. Two female police officers are in our kitchen. Each of them is wearing a blue bikini and a black trench coat, which makes me think they may not be real police officers. I go outside to see them digging in two areas of our backyard. There is a police car parked there, and that could mean they are real police officers. I ask them if they are real cops. One of them looks at me with an annoying glance, saying that people only use the word “cop” on the Internet. I remain unsure if they are real officers, but I slowly wake as it now seems as if they are gardening rather than looking for loot. When I was in middle school, a female bus driver, as my schoolmates were boarding, was angry upon hearing someone say “cop.” She said people should not say “cop,” because it was disrespectful.
Updated 07-28-2019 at 06:27 AM by 1390
Date of Dream: WED 25 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 382 - Separated Sections Dream 382 A - An Incredible Encounter I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was in at my own house and some family friends were coming over. I forgot what our family specifically did with them though. From what I can recall, it felt like this event was actually taking place in waking life. I can’t recall anything else about this scene. Where I was next was some unknown area. Something terrible was happening but once again, I have forgotten the details. The Parr family from the Incredibles were actually there in the dream. My first encounter was with Dash holding the baby but nothing significant must have happened as I don’t remember it too well. Then there was violent who was actually being violent but once again, I forgot what she specifically did. Something happened and she came out of her state of hypnosis, then talking to me. Elastigirl was the next one to try and attack me but just before she able to have me, I brought her out of her hypnosis. And there was Mr. Incredible who I remember really well and he looked absolutely nasty. He gave me this very violent look and eventually, he lashed out at me, about to grab me and attempt to choke me to death. Elastigirl intervened and Mr. Incredible was brought out of his hypnosis. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream 382 B - Two Hostile Dogs I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my old house but a sub-scene was playing in the background. It was a combination of my year 6 teacher as well as a year 12 maths teacher teaching maths. The year 6 teacher was trying to teach linear relations via the curriculum of the year 12 teacher but he didn’t like the method and so tried to make the subject really babyish and worthless. I can’t remember what else happened in that sub-scene. For the next scene, I was walking around the neighbourhood of my current house. I was walking down the hill after the primary school when I saw two dogs half way down but before I could change direction, these two dogs came for me and were mauling me at the scene. In a distress, I cried out for Dreamy WB, calling not only by her first name, but her last name as well and everything in-between while trying to survive amongst the brutal force of the dogs. Eventually, Dreamy WB heard me and she came to the rescue, her appearance in the default Oktoberfest outfit. Now this is interesting; the dream changed it to play from her perspective. So the following part of the dream recap will be written from her perspective: I came to the sight and indeed I saw Karla being attacked by these two vicious German Shepherd dogs. So off I went to try and break the fight up and free Karla but god, one of these dogs puts me in a body-lock! I’m a dream guide, I should be invincible right? I actually thought I was going to die this time and so I reached an arm out to try and smack the dog. The dog didn’t react and Karla was about to be ripped to shreds; I had to act fast. So I decide to do something that nobody has ever seen before. I stretched my head, detaching it from my body as I elongated my neck and I bit the dog on the leg. Once Dreamy WB bit the dog on the leg, it squealed and then ran off, the other dog dropping me and then following. After that happened, the dream shifted back from Dreamy WB’s perspective to mine and I continued home. That’s all I can remember about this dream. Dream Tasks - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially) - Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No) - In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No) Challenges - Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No) Dream 382: Results (Competition #5) 382 A Competition Night: 24 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 382 B Competition Night: 24 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 6.0 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Summon A Dream Guide (1.0) - Help someone in need (1.0) - Old Personal Goal: What visible powers can Dreamy WB unleash? ---> She pretty much replicated Elastigirl to get that dog off her (2.0) + Previous Total: 115.0 Total Accumulated Points: 121.0 Dream 382 B was a nice surprise after another dry spell. It was a super impressive experience to actually witness the dream from Dreamy WB's perspective. I literally felt that as I was moving as her, it felt more smooth where as I'm more "enthusiastic" and jolty; it felt like she was walking but at the same time, floating towards the dogs. Also, when her arm was stretched to smack the dog, it was actually the correct skin colour as well. When it came to making the facial expressions, they felt like they were naturally hers as well. Also, when she bit the dog's leg, it didn't taste yuck... Her tongue didn't touch the leg, only her teeth did; it felt like all bone and no flesh. She didn't speak during any of the scene.
Updated 08-18-2018 at 12:41 PM by 93119
Non-dream stuff: Just some non-lucid fragments; initially tried to force recall, which I know not to do, so I quickly stopped trying to remember hard and got up and made tea. Fragment 1: I remember being outdoors, and this was near the end of a dream sequence; there was grass and a dirt path, and along the dirt path was a concrete cylindrical shape jutting out, it was a sewer entrance, as it had a massive brown-looking lid on top. I was showing it to someone, I think my partner, and said something like "... and this is where we went in.", in reference to something that happened before in the dream. I remember it might have been day time but it was dark, I think the weather was overcast. Fragment 2: I remember yeast, of the same type used in baking; I remember seeing it, but that's about it. Fragment 3: I remember being in a dropship of some kind. I think this fragment was actually from before Fragment 1. Notes: The sewer lid and concrete structure were reminiscent of what they're like in my native country.,The first dream sequence was actually very long, but I managed to forget most of it somehow. I think my intention to make note of dreams in the morning is being neglected, i.e. I need to start setting this intention before bed.
Russiname The place that I'm in somehow seems to be a bit of a combination of Russia and Suriname. At some point I've been given a story about a man and his son. It's a type of homework: I need to summarise what happened to them to show my understanding. The story is in English. My understanding of the story is limited though, because it starts in the middle of something. At some point I'm still sitting somewhere outside, writing down the story. It's already starting to get dark. I can hear fireworks coming from my left, somewhere in the distance. I also hear some boys approaching. I'm concerned about my safety now. Suddenly several boys pass me. It turns out they are really young boys, perhaps age 9 or so. No need to be concerned. One of them asks me when I'm going back. I tell him that I'll go back (to my country) on Tuesday. He says it's a pity. It sends me into a laughing fit.
Morning of July 25, 2018. Wednesday. Reading time: 1 min 25 sec. Readability score: 64. Throughout my life, I have had numerous dreams in which I produced music using a surreal method. Some that were significantly more abstract involved my body becoming different musical notes in a series as I remained in bed. In this dream, I have a setup where I make music videos for people based on video content they give me or notes on where to find the content. I produce this music by using a machine that looks like a filing cabinet. I am creating three different tracks (two of which are similar), but two have minimal content and are only eight bars in length. I focus mostly on a reggae track that only has a kick, high hat, and a horn. The horn motif is mostly the same note, but with different duration. I am contemplating the addition of a snare, but I do not get around to adding one. I arrange the music with each note of each instrument serving as a folder in the filing cabinet drawer. The rendering of the music begins from the front of the filing cabinet drawer. The lowest frequency of each beat is first in each sequence. The usage of timing and rhythm (implying sheet music format) involves reading each note from the bottom of each beat section (that the high hat indicates), moving up. For example, there would be a kick “folder,” followed by a few horn “folders,” followed by several high hat “folders.” It does not sound like a recording I have heard in waking life. Before I wake, I am seemingly adding sixty-fourth “notes” between a few others that are probably eighths. However, I am likely adding sixteenths amidst eighths instead as I am not thinking clearly. I assume that because each folder features a couple of straight parallel indentations on each side, above where it folds. That would logically make it a sixteenth note. (A sixty-fourth note would have four such indentations.) Curiously, my method of the folder placement in the drawer seems correct, although it would be difficult in reality. I do not see any sheet music to aid in the validation of the arrangement.
Updated 07-25-2018 at 08:43 AM by 1390
A few days ago I was thinking about something like DJ, but not exactly. I mean... something all-in: Dreams, reflections, ideas etc. Just like blog. This will be hard to me, because my english is not perfect, but I hope, I will improve that lang soon - here, with your help Also I start today my "Oneirobook" in my original lang, on my small notebook, so I will first write my logs in the notebook, and after, I will translate that here (If I find some time). So... let's get started. My dream signs: darkness, death, suffering 24.07.18 Dream: I don't remember well my todays dream. I was dreaming about I play in hide and seek, with my friends. I was not a child. My age was unknown, but probably I had 21 years, like nowadays. It was dark. I hide between thuyas in my garden, but I was dressed in white clothes. [I don't remember that part]. In next stage, I was hiding behind door. My sister found me pretty fast, so I took my pistol, and shoot her. I don't know if she survived that, or no (I shoot in her head), because the dream jump into other scenario. I was in game, like PFS, and I had still my gun. I was climbing on ramps, and killing enemies. Ramps were like levels in game. On the end of my dream, I had flamethrower, and I had 12% hp xD SP: I wake uped at 6 a.m, but at 8 a.m I was sleepy, so I decided go to bed and try WILD. At the beginning I just lie on my bed, and just listen music. I cannot fall asleep, because I keep my attension on musics text. But, when I stopped that, then I took fast SP, and after hipnagogs. I was playing with my HH, when my dad called me. Im with difficulty wake up, and answer my dad. After this I go back to bed I took next SP very fast. I was try again playing with HH, but I again hear my parents call. I must put a lot of work to stop SP and wake up. When I wake up, then I heared my little cousin. Suddenly I wake up again. That was a FA! And the parents call was fake too! I was angry and come back to sleep again. And again I had SP pretty fast. And you know? My parent IRL exhort me one more time! xD I looked on my watch. It was at 10 a.m
Found myself back at my first job. I look around and notice a few changes here and there. As I run pass the hallway I look to my right which I expected to see an elevator but to my surprise it was no longer there. I then could see a new change of something more futuristic. I go in to the tight small corner that led me to the new break room or what they called the beehive. I went through many of the halls not remembering how big it was compared to the last time I been there. I finally got to the end as I realize I was looking for the men rest room. Once I made it I notice these group of people ding some kind of play. I sit back and watch them. Eventually the lights go out and could feel someone breathing against me. Then I felt something hit me, after that the lights came on and I became lucid. I was not too happy so I toss him to the ground and tore up some of there stuff for the play. I could feel my lucidity slipping and I prepare to focus on the ground getting ready to deild. But then suddenly my lucidity return back to being stable. I continue as this big guy came along trying to stop me. I eventually get bored of this and left the restroom and went back out to the break room. I told the guy I am leaving and to have no hard feelings. I went back in to the tight spots and corners and left my old futuristic first job. I then wake up
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