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Morning of August 1, 2018. Wednesday.

Reading time: 1 min 9 sec. Readability score: 58.



In the first part of my dream, there are associations with lucid dream experiments I did in my childhood. Mainly, it is my development of a field as a setting, to give me open options. It involved closing my eyes while running through the area and eventually opening them after deliberately running for a long time. In one of my most vivid lucid dream experiments of that time, I opened my eyes and found myself at the top of a tower, having no perception of running up the spiral stairs, but recognizing it as the emerging consciousness factor. After looking out over a beautiful landscape, I phased through the wall and flew up and out of my dream, maintaining perfect vestibular system correlation.

In my dream, there is communication with another dream journalist. He talks about his “power” based on what I had written in my journal when I was very young. It involves creating the field setting, running very fast, though while counting to seven, and teleporting to a random location. The results are vague. I am not a dream character, only a distant observer to his antics.

Later, he is writing a response to how another experiment turned out. That one is more like one of those fake personality tests on the Internet and which some Facebook users post the results of (which is ultimately pointless).

In this case, he takes several of the same tests. It involves connecting random dots inside a random circular pattern. The results are different each time, though that is likely because he connects the dots differently each time.

He seems to be annoyed by the different results based on his different choices and starts writing about “apologists for life” in the comment section.

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Morning of August 1, 2018. Wednesday.

Reading time: 48 sec. Readability score: 76.



I am in a setting that is reminiscent of the “Gunsmoke” (television series) set, outside of the Long Branch Saloon. It seems to be morning.

A rendering of the interconsciousness is present. It is an unknown male of about twenty years old who is standing in the street as I sit on the curb. The man does not seem familiar in any way.

He is talking to me about another unknown male who had left the area. I have no focus or recall of a backstory. I have to ask him to repeat certain words and information several times. (This is typical of this stage of the dreaming process. In many cases, I perceive it as gibberish.)

He tells me that the other male had gone to Perth. He has gone to see a band called “Sister Cities.” (I do not know of any group with this name.)

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I am going to assume this is a random thread from the interconsciousness, that may or may not have anything to do with me. It is a different process than when I force a preconscious avatar to respond in a certain way or when I use my mental voice to speak through my emerging consciousness.

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Last week:

Jealous

I'm walking on some landing outside by some steps while looking at FB on my phone. I am at Jamie's profile and I see that she commented on one of my friend's status. For some reason this makes me insanely jealous. I put the phone down and am overwhelmed by jealousy that i find i can't breathe. I am running down the steps struggling to breathe. At th ebottom I calm myself down and realize there's no reason to be jealous.

Lucid


I am walking in a street kind of like Kensington in calgary. I see a group of thugs that mean to hurt me or something. So I run into a building super fast and up 100 flights of stairs. Being able to do so makes me lucid. I quickly turn a corner and look for the other set of steps in case the group follow me. I don't find the steps.

Instead I explore the living room that I am in. I go to a mirror and try to use it as a teleportation device. My hands at first touch glass. I look away and then back and see the same mirror, but now I can see depth on the other side. I reach my hands in and there's no glass. A few inches in I touch a semi solid invisible barrier which turns everything in the mirror a brownish hue. I start pushing through it when I wake up.
Jamie again

In a black space with her. I feel her energy pushing me away as if she wants to be left alone.

Through her eyes

In this dream I am watching through Jamie's perspective. I am tied up with chains on each limb and strung up. I am in a cage surrounded by what appears to be a giant disco ball? wtf. There is a psycho man there but he looks like me (MoSh). He is laughing like a lunatic.

This week:

sped up

Bunch of dreams that are sped up. in one me and Raven are getting Jamie out of the giant ball in a huge gunfight. In another I am Jamie again running from scary people, they chase me in and out of rooms and I jump off lots of landings to get away from them, suddenly the whole place shatters and I begin falling. later I'm me again with Jamie and some friends at a house party of something, more just like sitting in a room and joking around.

????

Some vague dream with my brother in it.

More Jamie shorts

In one dream we are walking towards my old house in olds. We are dressed the same as the night we first hung out. This time we are holding hands, it's like we are both trying to go back in time and change the results.

In another we are kneeling before Jesus. He taps our shoulders with a palm branch, me first then her. Did we just get married in a dream?!?!?!?!? No, I think it's just a blessing.

Created Tuesday 31 July 2018

Close, but no cigar. Just scraps today.

Scrap Group 1
Driving around town, going just out of my neighborhood.

Watching/playing a Metal Gear Solid game. I got dragged into the scene. I was sneaking through an unlit apartment building, peeking in and out of various suites. My brother, Hernando later showed up. Some unknown hazard kept us from investigating more of the interior. I glanced out the window, viewing a lot filled with powdery snow, clear blue sky above. Reckoned I could drag myself on the outer window sills, but reasoned that would've been too dangerous. On a double take, said sills changed into a network of wooden beams and narrow wooden platforms. My bro and I climb out, balancing ourselves on such a precarious construction. In time, we managed to tiptoe all the way from one end of the building to the other towards another window. Just then, we were accosted by a swarm of ants, all while a horde of wingless wasps surrounded the entrance. Both of us slipped, and fell to the lot below. Luckily, a mound of snow softened our landing. As for the ants, I reactively dealt with them by enveloping Hernando and I in a cloak of flames. I thought of either doing likewise with the vermin above, or poisoning them with a toxic cloud. The dream then collapsed.

Date of Dream: TUE 31 JUL - 2018




Dream No. 385 - Separated Sections

Dream 385 A - The Right Appearance
I don’t remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was in the bathroom and was checking out the light switch. One of the switches was for the bathroom fan but I was scared of turning it on as I thought it was going to be very loud. So instead, I started calling for Dreamy WB but there was no response. Like usual, I walked around the place while continuing to call for her… This time, around the rooms of the house.

After ages of calling, people did start to appear one at a time but I knew they weren’t Dreamy WB and so I kept trying. There was this one person that looked like a likely candidate and so I accepted their claim for being Dreamy WB. They followed me into the bathroom and once they were in there, I could tell their features had slightly morphed from how they were before… This person was now no doubt Dreamy WB, although her hair was a slightly redder, rustier colour than normal.

She put her arms loosely around me and gestured upwards with her head, encouraging me to flick the switch. The fan was indeed very noisy, making me feel uneasy, but she tightened her arms and now hugged me against a wall, attempting to calm me down. That’s all I can remember for this dream.

Dream 385 B - Special Sly Game Cutscenes
This dream started off with me being in the MYER of an unknown shopping centre, in the Dangerfield section on the ground floor. I was looking at some clothes while one of the members of staff was talking to me. I forgot what we were talking about though. It may have been something about me potentially working there. At one point, I was sifting through all the racks, trying to think up potential outfit combinations that would work.

In the next scene, I was at some unknown shopping centre with my parents but I have forgotten what I was doing there. There was a stranger man who was now talking to me in one of the car parks and he wanted me to give him directions for something. I walked him across the car park and around the outsides of the shopping centre while continuing to talk to him.

There was then a sub-scene playing, on and off, while I was still talking to the man in one of the outside car parks. It was these Sly Cooper style animation cutscenes but surprisingly, I was also in some of the cutscenes! In one of the cutscenes, Murray was holding me and Sly and Bentley were looking in admiration (just like in my current real life DV profile pic but it was turned into an animated cutscene); Murray wasn’t wearing his mask or gloves though, so it might have been in the style of Sly 2. 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? 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 385: Results (Competition #5)

385 A
Competition Night: 30
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

385 B
Competition Night: 30
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Murray
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 4.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide (1.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Help Someone In Need (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 124.5
Total Accumulated Points: 128.5

Non-dream stuff: A very long non-lucid dream. I only remember one part of it, that I held on to loosely as I was quickly forgetting everything, deciding this was the most important part to remember.

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Dream sequence:

I was in my native country, in the dream context it had been explained why I think but I can't remember it. I was in a small town and it was day, looking to soon be sunset, as everything looked a bit orange.

This was just a typical town and I was wandering around and there was an old brown-stone church, with one of its doors wide open. I walked in, and I remember I was looking at the floor just before doing so and seeing a roach type bug, but small. In the dream context there was something about going to visit local landmarks. When I entered it wasn't like a church at all, but a community centre of some kind. It was deserted. All the lights were on, but there were many many webs... and spiders, weird ones, some almost as big as my hand. I was very wary, but something compelled me to continue and I kept my instinctive fear in check, wondering why I was fearing them, they were just stood there on their webs, undisturbed for years, clearly.

I wandered through the first two rooms, and the second room was at the "back" and had large modern glass windows that were letting the sunset light in. Everything had that orange light bath, as expected. I used my boot to clear away some webs I just couldn't avoid if I wanted to move further. After having a look around in this room, where there had been some displays of some kind, I turn back a bit and again have to carefully remove some webs from the way, feeling extremely wary of the spiders on it. I remember being in a room or common hall that connected other rooms and there was a bag of some kind on a swivel office chair. On topof the bag was a black leather wallet. Everything was absolutely covered in webs and I looked at the wallet with the intent of seeing what was inside and taking it, but I saw a slightly open door and could sense something. It was a very small room, a cupboard of some kind, and I couldn't fully open the door in, because of an object inside. The light inside the tiny room was also on, oddly. I reached with my left arm into the room and felt something stony and as I touched it, I saw the wallet and bag disappear and heard a female voice saying "You have resisted temptation. You are blessed with protection." I could "see" an interface icon showing a "buff" as in a game, but the context of the dream felt all too real.

I remember exploring a little more but there were some areas that didn't have lights on and were getting on for darkness. It is implied in the dream that I went into these areas, as next I remember being at a doorway in the same building and walking into my the room my mom uses as an office at home in waking life, except the view through the windows was part of the dream context. I found it odd to find this room, but didn't question it much. I looked at her computer screen. It was on, something about this feels emotional though I have no idea now what was on the screen, other than the fact that on some timestamp it said the date was "2013". It was 2018, I knew this in the dream context. I took a photograph with my phone of the screen, and I thought something but I can't remember what. I seem to remember that at some point before this in the dream I'd found something else pertaining to my mom, from the past also. Even in the dream I couldn't help but wonder, are these things I'm finding related to her mental health?

I know I went out of that room but I cannot remember more details, even though the dream sequence didn't end there.

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Some notes ^{(spread out because they'd be too dense to read otherwise)}:

• The sunset is a dream-sign. I hadn't realised this before. It is distinctly different from all other times of day, and in my dreams it always represents "the end" (of time, in some way).

• Even in the dream I thought everything in that light looked beautiful.

• As I saw all those spiders, I was about to react instinctively and let out some reaction of fear, but the fact that in the dream I had strongly intended to go into this building and that I somehow felt compelled to go further in, made me remember my practice of trying to keep my fear in check. This is the first time in a dream that I have truly suppressed such a basic and intense fear, as far "consciously" as my dream mind would allow. Keep in context that I have been an arachnophobe almost all of my life until very recently, and that in dreams basic fears and instincts are much, much stronger in my behaviour.

• In the dream context I remember being told by someone to look at the local points of interest and landmarks because I could be interested in them and because they needed people to do some tourism around here. That's the context I had for the "church".

• The bag/purse under the wallet was magenta. The office chair was a deep blue, I think.

• All I can remember seeing on that computer screen was a few different windows open, and maybe an image as one of the windows, which is what had the timestamp. In my dream, I knew that my mom had not been in this office for a long time. It looked just as the rest of the community centre.

• I do not know why even out of the dream now I feel some strong emotion thinking about the date and the screen. As far as I remember, 2013 was no different for my mom, if anything, her mental health has improved greatly since then. But considering it now, it was also when I moved to where I live now, away from my native country.

• At some point in the dream I understood the sunset feeling like "end", though I'm still not certain what about.

• The community centre (which was actually the church, after all) corridors and rooms looked, actually, much more like a very stereotypical office building and some doctors offices I've been to.

• As for the context of my mom's mental health, she suffers from bipolar or something the like, but has it very well controlled by medication these days.

so I was in bed then started to become lucid when my lucidity kick in I was in a room that look like it was in a apartment complex this was a false awakening because I was still laying down but some how I got up and started smoking yet I didn't have any drugs or any cigarettes or swishers I was holding some random object and then started producing smoke I later woke up and started looking around to see if I had any weed so I go back to bed then next thing I know I'm laying on a mattress and there six weed bags that are crush up I was staring at the bags of weed then I notice that there were 8 different Dc in my dream all with there own bags of smoke so I start smoking then I become a dark blind aura where I see smoke rising from the darkness then I'm in a forest trying to wake myself up I'm crucified in a corner where I see this bright red light start burning when I'm sleeping and I was making sucking noises then I wake up there was no smoke when I was in the forest it was jus darkness an burning edge the end of my sight it was complete black then I hear people talking next thing I know I'm laying in bed and I was jus wonder when I was sleep how when I'm dreaming why do I have this dream I don't smoke in real life nor that I will ever try it jus mad me think my mind was playing games on me because when I was in that still black I seen a burning ember yet there was no smoke yet it felt like I was smoking so I think I'm a dream smoker but I wouldn't smoke in real life tho

Created Monday 30 July 2018

Got a DILD and brief WILD to note, along with a bunch of fragments.

Scrap Group 1
At a picnic with family?

In a laundromat, I think? There was an pld Mortal Kombat arcade cabinet.

At a courtyard in a city/urban area. I spot some jerk from way back in middle school, who was hurling around insults at people like a madman. I ignore this at first. I then stopped, shrugged, and made his head asplode for the heck of it.

Dream 1 - School Pantry Warehouse Raid

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was walking through the hallways of a middle school, a place very similar to the one I attended way back when, only significantly larger.

Unknown occurrences. Something about getting lost on my way to class, and some reference to Sonic the Hedgehog.

Cut to a crowded antechamber. I was on my way to my next class. On impulse, I decided to take a detour to the lunchroom. The idea was for me to sneak into the prep area, snag a lunch, eat quickly, then hurry back to where I was supposed to be. Biggest hurdle was the students clustered around the area. And so, I used Ashura Warped, allowing me to both phase and glide through such obstructions.

In half a minute, I arrived at the cafeteria, a much wider space than anticipated. The place was also undergoing renovations, which explained why several faculty members were overseeing the place at that moment. Thus, between subsequent warps, I became invisible via trembling in place. Such transparency only lasted for so long, requiring frequent reuse. I also rubbed my hands, sensing my actions were destabilizing the environment. Reflecting on such finally got me lucid. Couldn't think of anything better to do. Besides, gliding and cloaking myself as I did was amusing enough. So, I continued with the above plan.

Next, I phased straight across the lunchroom and through the door into the kitchen. Things did indeed start hazing up. Nothing more hand-rubbing couldn't fix. The surroundings warped in view, first into the likeness of a grocery store, then settling into a food + kitchen supply warehouse. There didn't seem to be any ready-to-eat food in sight. I sifted through a wide area, most of which contained transparent bags filled with recycled disposable plates and eating utensils. Later on, Nappa and (Saiyan Saga) Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z randomly popped out of nowhere. Both of them were likewise browsing through the place. But, Nappa quickly lost his patience. To vent, he toppled piles of boxes and bags. He would've done likewise with the shelves, if I hadn't said something about that.

Minutes go by. In the end, I could only find several bags of cereal. Better than nothing. I was about to try some, only for the dream to collapse.

Scrap Group 2
WILD transition in an unknown bedroom. Covers were obstructing most of my view, but I couldn't take them off. I closed my eyes, and flew around blindly. Then, I started visualizing my guide, E, being ahead of me, but only got a faint image. The dream then collapsed.

In an unknown home. Unnatural things occur.

Spoiler for Media References:

Ashura Warp

I manage to maintain awareness while falling asleep quite early in the night and find myself in a house. As with most lucid dreams that are on the long side and include a lot of conversation, I can only remember some parts of it clearly, and without clear context.

The house is not a familiar one, although its layout seems slightly reminiscent of Katya’s house. I’m in what would be the front room with two other people—one man and one woman—and three dogs. I can feel a connection with one of the dogs—a medium-sized one, possibly a Border Collie—and I sense that he’s somehow mediating between me and the rest of the dream. I think it’s likely that the other dogs were doing the same for the other people and somehow making it possible for us to be together here.

One of the dogs is briefing us all about something. He’s a very large dog with short hair, probably a Great Dane. He communicates with us for a while—I don’t think he actually spoke, but my memory is fuzzy on how it happened. At one point, he mentions something about a llama farm, then cuts himself off and lays down. I realized this was something he didn’t want me and the other woman to know about, but he had let it slip, and now he’s sad about it. He refuses to say anything else, so I go into an adjoining room so he can talk to the man in private. In the meantime, I strike up a conversation with a bird on the windowsill.

It’s a small bird, a bit like a titmouse but pure white. It seems friendly, and has an odd habit of repeating each phrase after it says it. After a bit, it flies off: it’s decided it wants to catch me some kind of small marine crustacean that it eats—as a kind of gift, I suppose. Aww.

(26.7.18)

26.07
The first dream, as I remember today. I was traveling with my familly to sea. We found entrance to cave, and on the cave's end was exit to beach. The beach in the cave's exit looks pretty, the sky was almost cloudless, and on sand hang out small rocks, and growing plants. We are found a nice place in wall's recess, on the right side. I was satisfied because that place. I said, I want to live here xD
The scenario was changing. I was in unknown building. As far as I can see I saw a tornado. A few moment later, the tornado changed course, to me. He destroy ground flor, include celing, so I can saw lower level in my floor. I was afraid, about my life. The tornado always back to me, when he was to far. On the end of my dream, the building was ruined. I survived, but I don't know, what would happen, when, the dream stay longer. Maybe I would die?

I remembered other dream, but I don't had time do write that, so I write very simple descriptions. In second dream I had revolver for black gunpowder. I was in forest, but the police were incoming, so I hide my weapon. In next dream I just walked in town, without a goal. Nothing special.


27.07
I thinked, I never recall that dream, but I reminded. That dream was very short, and simply. I saw lying Natsuki from DDLC. She was crying, as if to be somthing really bad. She was dressed in a white t-shirt and pink skirt. That was only dream what I remembered

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I was in a snowy landscape. A girl from Thailand came to visit me but I didn't want her to be there. She was obsessed with me and really clingy. I remember building up a base at some point in a field like in fortnite. At some point we're in my room and it's really dark. It feels like it's early morning and I'm trying to get up so I can go play video games before the girl wakes up but for some reason I was stuck in bed and couldn't fully get up.

We eventually get into a forest around some friends. She walks up out of nowhere and it looks like she's pregnant but in my mind I think she's so crazy she put a basketball under her shirt just so that people would think she was pregnant. My friends are looking at me like she is crazy. We get into a house with some old uva friends of mine and they're greeting me and then looking awkward when they see this girl.

I'm over at the lakeshore apartments doing things when I see a man lingering around me. He is Caucasian with dark colored hair and hazel colored eyes.He looked a cross between A.J. Styles and dean abrose (wrestlers) I was in the living room but came out and went into a room that had bins in it. I opened one and saw that there was sandwich meat inside of them. It looked like it was bologna or turkey and started to get some but decided not to. As I was looking around in there I heard a loud engine sound from behind me. I turn around only to see a person in a huge, white forklift like vehicle. It was shiny, clean and just the way I liked it. He rolled up on me slowly and being careful not to harm me. I knew about it and seen that he was gonna end up trapping me. I ducked underneath the forks and he swung around and chased me and I was running across the livingroom. I got semi lucid and ran back to where I saw the food thinking about how good food tastes in dreams. I reached and tore me off a piece of what looks like bologna and rand out the front slidingdoors. It was night time and I was high up on a balcony. I knew that I was gonna end up trapped if I stayed here. So I went back in just as truck rolled up. I tried the back door and went down zig zaging stairs and as I did that, it became daytime. I'm now in the front parking lot and I see the truck show up. He was much faster then what he was indoors and realized that this was his turf now. I ran across the lot and he let me get ahead of him then charges at me, raising the forks up like it was gonna grab me with them. I took off up lake street. He went over to the adjacent road next to it. He was gonna cut me off so I turned back and went farther down lakeshore and saw the truck with him looking at me, realizing that I was one the next street and didn't have time to turn into it. Haha! I laughed at him as he pointed at me and made a U turn. The street I was on was now long and narrow and he was coming up behind me. I thought that he was gonna hit me but he didn't. Instead he pulled up along side me and told me to get in. He opens the back door and I think wait a sec. I look at him and sees that he is the man I had saw earlier in the dream and he smiled at me. I tried to get in but realized that I was too tall and me head is having issues getting below the roof and is in between to door. he says "oh boy..". The truck is now a white car and I finally managed to get my head in and is now in the front seat. He says something to me but I don't know what it is and we drive back to the apartments. It was now night time again and I get out and look up into the sky. It is partially cloudy with the clouds being a nice purple color and the sky being a lighter purple. I smiled at the dream and told it that you will be one of those rare dream where I actually appreciate what it has done. As I'm looking into the sky I accidentally bump into something. I look and seen a group of people has spawned in with two cars side by side. One was black and the other was a two toner. I had bumped into his car that was a nice two tone purple and blue color and he was looking at me angrily. I said sorry to him and he pulls his head back into the car as two other guys sat on the back on it. Shortly after this I walk around a bit then wake up.

I start off non lucid outside somewhere. I don't know what was going on but somehow I found myself lucid and some flood was happening. It was a very bad flood. The water was dark colored and was in a fast rush, sweeping away anything in its wake. When I seen the familiar golden arches of Mc. Donalds mostly submurged told me enough about how deep it was. It was daytime and this was bad and no way anything good can come of this scene. I of course avoided that area and went back into an ally way that lead to a darker part of the dream.

The sky was dusky and I became lucid and began to call out to Kyoryuzin (Japanese dino thunder megazord).
After a few times of calling to him with no sucess of him coming I looked up into the sky which is how most of my zords make entery into the dream and saw in the dusk colored maroon/purple sky tiny lights that you'd see on a rocket or a jet highly aloft in the sky. The lights were flashing on and off and in knew that it qas not what I was looking for. I went about calling his name randomly until I came across some kind of an indoor beach.

I'm in a huge room with sand everywhere and people were playing in it. The sand felt cool on my feet even though I was thinking about it having ants in it and being itchy. Glad that it didn't happen and remained cool and even felt the covers on me. After that I spoke to the kids that were playing in the sand, telling them that this was a dream qnd was looking for someone to chase me as Kyoryuzin. They pointed over to a heavyset man that appeared to be asleep on a bench "He'll do it" With that said I went over to him and seen that he was awake and explained to him this being a dream and what I was wanting. He declined and this angers me. "Oh reaal,asshole? Just know that I just taught your kids how to cuss in a dream!" With that said I storm out of that place, getting ready to wake myself up as I found no further use to be present in this boring ass dream.

The kids were aware of this and went over to the man and this time he perked awake and they explained to him what was about to happen. I heard him groan from being asleep for so long and as I was crossing the yard to go wake up, I turned atound to see a rather large, red being was standing in the door way. He was so big that he had to turn his broad body sideways in order to fit through the narrow doorway, first I seen his tail arm and then his smiling face, once he was through he made his way over to me. He was mostly red with strange yellow colors on his legs and his hands that were yellow shovel like claw things. Oh shit! I ran up the bank, towards the outdoor beach and when I turned back around he was right there and before I can even react he ponces on me and starts clamping me with those claw things. Oh shit! My voice is all weird and robotic and because of that I end up waking up by accident.

Reading time: 3 min 53 sec. Readability score: 57.



Many specific patterns linked directly to the dreaming and waking process and its autosymbolism have been occurring continuously in my dreams for over fifty years, most occurring one or more times each sleep cycle.

White Helicopter and Clock Tower.

Morning of December 31, 2012. Monday.

A white helicopter flies over a mostly featureless green field. It flies to the left of a clock tower that displays five minutes past ten. There is a vague apprehension of the rotor blades hitting the tower, but this does not occur.

Vestibular system correlation of this nature is by emerging consciousness definition, represented by the clock tower which also correlates to the ultradian rhythm at the end of the waking process.

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Now I will look at other dreams (posted previously) that are a model of the same dreaming and waking process.

In “Brother Earl’s Flying Saucer,” from November 29, 1976, this same waking process renders a spacecraft that my older brother Earl supposedly built. The spacecraft looks much like the Flying Sub from the television series “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.” It flies to the left of a clock tower. Regardless of a couple near misses with the tops of buildings, it successfully flies away.

In “Not Quite Paris,” from June 13, 1978, I non-lucidly choose to place my focus closer to the process of vestibular system correlation. In this specific case, it is the Eiffel Tower, not a clock tower, but it is still the reactive representation of the emerging consciousness.

In “Helicopter Ride into the Beautiful Mountains,” from February 8, 2017, the right side of the helicopter I am flying in taps a commercial building, but surprisingly, does not result in a mishap.

In “Failed Flight (Wing Knocking On Eaves),” from October 1, 2014, the wings of the Cessna that someone else is flying is tapping the eaves of a building I am in on the fourth floor. I see it through the windows to my right. Instead of crashing into the building’s exterior wall of which is perpendicular to the section of the building that I am in, it stops and falls.

In “Computer Tunnel?” from September 11, 1983, a low-flying airplane crashed into one of two skyscrapers. I am in a wheat field and run through a tunnel with walls like a printed circuit.

In “The Future Delegates,” from September 11, 1982, while hugging, my “dream girl” (Zsuzsanna) and I jump from atop an airplane as it approaches a burning city and one of two skyscrapers. (Note that this was the precognitive form of Zsuzsanna before I knew of her in waking life, before our contact in 1991 and before we met in 1994).

In “Amusing Helicopter ‘Rescue’ (with Pierce Brosnan),” from May 19, 2016, a miniature version of Pierce Brosnan (as James Bond) in a miniature helicopter “rescues” an effigy of me from the top of a high building. I place a tiny human-shaped pillow (meant to be “me”) into a small bed in the miniature helicopter.

In “School-Bus-Plane Over Ancient Greece,” from November 16, 1969, I am on a flying school bus. Ahead, through the front windows, I see scenes of ancient Greece; the Oracle at Delphi and the Temple of Athena Nike. We seem to be ready to land. There is a sense of looking into the distant past.

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Thousands of other dreams that I have experienced and resolved since early childhood use this same basic template. Astoundingly, most people seem to ignore everything that is in plain sight (no pun intended). They prefer to pretend that the dream has “symbolism” related to waking life when such a process is typically not even viable. (Consider how difficult it is to read in dreams, or for that matter, even think at all other than in lucid states.)

This type of dream is an extension of the flying, falling, or rising dreams, which has nothing to do with real-life factors other than in rare cases. It is a result of the vestibular system correlation of the waking process, as the reactive representation of emerging from sleep and is not symbolic in the conventional sense. A tower or other high building of the emerging consciousness becomes the focal point in some cases, though not always. It is all about correlating illusory physicality and increasing dynamics of the conscious self as in waking life. Whether or not you maintain either non-lucid or lucid dream control, such control has little to do with real life, but the extent of knowledge of the dream state and specific level of sleep.

What does the conscious self possess that the dream self does not? There are many factors. One is the inability of the dream self to viably discern where his physical body is as he or she sleeps. That is a no-brainer, but many people do not even seem to have the slightest grasp of what it means or the nature of related reactive representation in the dream state. They go on to pretend there is a correlation, corrupting the “I am” of the dream state with the “I am” of current waking life, thereby on a path of misconception.

Once anyone of reasonable intelligence dismisses the notion of waking life “interpretation,” or things “indicating” other things (relative to dream self to conscious self) new opportunities and clarity of mind develop. People who only pretend to understand dreams are easily recognized and dismissed. The causes and effects of the dreaming and waking process are more clearly understood, and non-lucidly or lucidly controlled. (Contrary to popular misconception, lucidity and dream control are unrelated, and in fact, many dreamers have less control when they are lucid than non-lucid. That is because of how the reticular formation functions. Many people who talk about “becoming lucid” have no understanding of what the dream state is.) “Bad” dreams become very rare and the potential for prescience increases. However, as can be seen here (with the September 11 dreams), prescience often correlates with the patterns of the dreaming and waking process.

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