Morning of July 19, 2018. Thursday. In my dream, there is the usual snake scenario, though there are different factors as is typically the case. Our two youngest sons are present in the unfamiliar room. The setting is meant to be the house we are now living, but it is not familiar. There is a small snake that does not seem much of a threat. It slithers off into an area of miscellaneous items; mostly toys. We see a big green snake. As it slithers out, I swing at it with a sword, though I miss the first time. I chop off its head in my next attempt. The nature of my dream changes. Some unknown people are present, but I do not see them as intruders. The setting now seems to be a discernible variation of the Loomis Street house. They are going somewhere. An unknown female is leaving her daughter behind in the back of her car. That seems a bit unusual to me, but I think I will check up on her later. Later, the setting changes into what seems to be a variation of the Barolin Street house. I hear a noise on the porch, and I go to check. I consider it might be one of our children, though it now seems late at night. After I open the front door, I see an unknown boy on the porch in the semidarkness. He seems to be an East Indian of about fourteen years old. He is standing in the center of the porch, which is larger than it was in real life. “What do you want?” I ask him. He does not move, and I become slightly annoyed. Perhaps he is a neighbor’s son wanting to sell me something, though I remain unsure. I consider that he might be intruding deliberately. I do not know his motive. “Suzi, could you get my gun?” I call out to my left. The boy looks concerned and turns to leave. "I was just kidding,” I say as he is exiting the porch. After this, there is awareness of the world soon coming to an end. I sit on a couch across from Zsuzsanna, and she seems concerned. It is now morning in an unfamiliar lounge room. (It is still implied to be our home.) My dream self does not register the sudden change in time as is almost always the case. The world is going to end today. I am not sure how I know. I feel wary of this idea. I think back and understand it somehow relates to an encounter I had with someone. I am in an anomalous state that I cannot resolve consciously. I know it is from a previous dream encounter, presumed to be from before the snake event. Although I know I am dreaming I do not know I am dreaming. I soon wake with the full realization that I had been dreaming, feeling relieved. Still, I cannot resolve the enigma of knowing I was dreaming, yet not knowing. It was as if my dream self knew I was dreaming without my conscious identity knowing. Although this has happened on other levels repeatedly since childhood (especially in non-lucid dream control), it has never been expressed in this specific way before. The porch showdown with the preconscious avatar (a common form of RAS mediation since early childhood) had different dynamics than usual. The mood was different and seemed more like an interconsciousness avatar. It was even more like an external entity, though this might have been illusory. The “end of the world” scenario has occurred regularly since childhood. I rarely have anxiety in dreams, but in this one I did. I think it might have been heavily influenced by “Dream Replicants and the Emergence of Simulacra” by Richard Catlett Wilkerson, as I had also been writing a series of pages about emerging consciousness simulacra. For example, one part in Richard’s text read, “More currently, Carl Jung, and then James Hillman have suggested that even the ego in the dream, who I think of as me in the dream, may also not be me. Linda Magallón has also suggested we give the dream a higher existential reality and address the dream and dreamer and dreaming process as a kind of entity.” Ultimately, it represents my subliminal knowledge of my dream ending. The snake scenario, in this case, is typical RAS modulation (which is very common in most people, yet somehow no one ever catches on even with some websites featuring a few dreams a day with the same content). Here, it only served to shift my level of consciousness rather than wake me. Cutting off the snake’s head was autosymbolism for subliminally separating from my conscious self’s identity for a time, as in other dreams. (Snakes otherwise signify different aspects in other dream types when not a segment of the RAS factor, often human intestine, umbilical cord, or electrical cord warnings.) Green shows up more in a particular band of awareness, midway through the dreaming process (also signifying peace and balance depending on the hue), followed by yellow (unification stage of the dream self and conscious self), orange, and red. Red, however, usually only dominates when I have slept too long in the last dream of a sleep cycle.
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Just got up, went into our computer room, kept the curtains closed and started my computer and wrote this. Two non-lucid dream sequences, mostly fragmented: First sequence: In the first dream I was in a "room" that was like a garden, it was a room in the sense that it was some sort of partition; I remember something like greek pillars covered in vines and grassy ground. In this room, there was "me", my partner from waking life, a friend of ours and a slim man in a suit; the three of us approached the man, as he was here to show us something and as we did or perhaps he was already doing it, he was levitating this large latticed purple orb, made of stone or gemstone, between his two hands, one hand above, one hand below; the orb floated up and down gently. I can't tell if it was day or night but everything looked somewhat "dark". At first my partner (who isn't really into any stuff like this) put his hand out toward the orb and closed his eyes and was silent; then our friend did and then I did. I could sense no special energy from the orb or the man: the orb was ordinary, regardless of any surreal properties. I stopped and walked away toward a door under a lowered roof, then I think our friend did too and I opened the door and there were two more doors to either side of a tiny partition and I opened another and went into a large room, like a conference room; there were a dozen men and women at the conference table, and they were waiting for us. I remember one of them asking what were we waiting for, why hadn't we all come in? Or something to this effect. I explained we wouldn't be a minute and I peeked out to see my partner still holding his hand at the orb and called him and he opened his eyes and walked away from the mysterious man, and the conference members were not keen on letting this man in. I remember my partner said that the orb felt like it had the energy of the universe or some such; which I interpreted as: it feels the exact same as any ordinary object, because it did to me. As we were all in now, apart from the orb man, one of the older men said "close the doors, lift the barriers" and some fake wall barriers emerged from some slots on the floor next to the doors, sealing the room. I remember this conference room had some windows, and had too much room even for just this single conference table. This all had a very Illuminati type feeling to me, even in the dream. Second sequence: I'm not sure where this sequence starts or if it carried over from the last one, but this one is temporally fragmented. I remember the last part first: I was at a waterpark with my partner and I remember thinking when I was talking to someone, I think a woman, that I always wanted to go to one. We were sort of leaning back against a wall of this single-story building, a large square-ish building as far as my dream self knew, we were waiting for something, I think more members of our group, which I think included my family. I remember as I waited, I was messing around, like lifting myself up by putting my hands against two lower walls and pushing myself up and I was also looking around the waterpark and outside of it. I saw some skyscrapers in the city. One was probably 30 stories, and then another, fancier, office building behind it was something between 60 or 70, I guessed. I pondered as I thought it was so strange that such a small difference in stories could make up for so much more height. The sky was blue and clear and it was certainly daytime. I think our group arrived and we walked around the square building and we were looking for a restaurant or something. We all went into this small one and as everyone was going in I could see on a digital interface (inside my head) that another nearby restaurant that was related to this one was much busier at the moment, and I walked up to one of the staff members that was headed for the loo and said to him like "want me to get some more people over from [indecipherable] restaurant?"; he looked at me approvingly but didn't answer and went in the bathroom; I turned away and walked out and headed for the other restaurant. This fragment ends here. Another fragment, before this last one, in dream time: I was standing with my partner in a garden at this waterpark; there were white painted wooden fences and it was a clear blue sky day, as it would still be later. My dream self knew this garden was part of an accommodation we were staying in, part of the park's premises. I remember hearing a woman's voice, she was praying, loudly, and I commented to my partner "surely she can keep her voice down a little?"; he shrugged and looked in the distance, resting his arms on this wooden fence. Her praying went on for some time, and I thought about how I had never prayed loudly in my life except when asked to, and even then, barely so. And yet this woman was praying to be heard by all, without concern of being judged or criticised for doing so. I remember my dream self knew there sprinklers in the gardens but they had not yet been on, though the grass looked perfectly lush and perfectly trimmed. Can't recall more fragments. Notes: I have had curiosity about going to waterparks, but I have certainly never had the open desire of "always wanting to go to one", so this could have been a thought I could have realised was odd. Both dreams, the whole places were dream-generated, in their entirety. The only "exception" being that the accommodation and its garden in the last fragment very closely resembled the type of thing my family used to go to holiday for, when I was a kid. In the dream I could clearly hear the woman's prayers but I had forgotten all of it by the time I woke up. It felt important to my dream self to remember what she was praying. In the first dream, the "Illuminati" conference was probably partly based off the imagined world from the first Deus Ex Machina games, as that is one of the most prominent visual culture references I have for the subject. I do not know why my dream self, which was like "me", was part of it. And if there were a dozen people in the room, with the 3 of us walking into the room, that would make 15 - in the game's world it is implied there are 12 members only. The floating purple orb really had no special feel to it; it felt more mechanical and part of nature than anything else, as I truly did not feel any special energy from it. The man was peculiar for mostly just standing there, firmly, in what looked like a tophat and an old style suit, simply "presenting" the orb. Perhaps he and the orb were merely part of the garden, in the same way as the grass and vines. Tip/Memory Note: I remember much less on getting up than what I wrote now, but because of the way memory works it's easier to remember things like a dream in sequence, so as you start from the beginning or end it becomes easier to recall more of the memorable parts if you think it out and through. This is also true for your waking life memories: if you are in a room and don't remember the recent past, you go backwards in your memory of living the last moments. If you pay enough attention through most of the day, you can recall an entire day this way, sometimes more.
Will the real Jamie please stand up. I was on a giant boat/ship surrounded by hundreds of girls that all looked like Jamie. None of them said anything that made any sense. I started getting angry at them. Then Jamie jumps out of the water and lands on the boat, she produces a shockwave when she lands making all the phantom Jamie's fall over and dissapear. "I'm the real one!" She declares. Pool Just being at a swimming pool with Jamie. She was getting into an air raft enticing me to join her. Which restaurant Just a long dream of wandering a big hotel with my brother. I'm getting hungry so I go down an elaborate set of steps which lead to a restaurant. I go to ask for a seat but my brother says that he doesn't like this place. He turns the corner and goes into another bar/restaurant instead. Alien high school I'm going to strange highschool with my cousin and his girlfriend. We are eating in a cafeteria when one of the students starts having some seizure on the floor. Me and a bunch of other students gather around to watch as he writhes on the floor. Something begins pushing out of his chest. His chest cavity bursts open spurting blood everywhere and a small alien pops out. It runs away and I run out of the cafeteria screaming. I run really fast down long hallways trying to escape it. No matter where I go I don't feel safe. I wind up in a stairwell and wait for a second. I still feel like it's stalking me. I go down a few more flights and go into a hallway. The place is no longer a school but more like and apartment building. I enter a completely empty apartment. Then I see my cousin and his girlfriend again. They are hiding out there with me. Jamie again. I am watching a dream scene. Jamie is sitting down by a grove of trees in the country side talking to someone, but I can't see who. She tells the person, "As I get older the more I realize I love my mom and Robert." Money Just a fragment of me walking around. I paid for something. and kept pulling ore 20's out of my pocket. I had almost a thousand worth.
Morning of December 20, 2017. Wednesday. This dream seems to indirectly stem from another (“Lounge Room Enterprise”), though the setting is now like a movie theater, though with the essence of our lounge room. I still view it as a public place. The time has changed to be more near the evening. The movie playing is “It’s a Wonderful Life” (from 1946). I am sitting in the second row from the front. As I am watching the movie, I look to my right and see who may be an elderly lady. She reminds me vaguely of my mother (though is not her). Other unknown people are present. At one point, James Stewart, in the black-and-white scene, partly emerges from the screen, seemingly pointing a gun at someone in the first row, which makes me slightly wary of where I am sitting. I am wondering how real the movie will be. I decide to move to a different seat and walk to the left to the aisle. I look back, noticing that what I had thought was the female patron is now a big pillow, which was upright in the seat. There seem to be more of them in other areas. I feel a bit puzzled and begin to wonder if there was supposed to be a gun in that scene. I go back to see that the screen is mostly flat, but again walk back to the left. I find a door that goes into an area behind the screen. I become very puzzled, because I do not realize that a movie is only two-dimensional. There are a couple empty boxes in what seems like a storage area. There was no preconscious modulation here when the avatar (Jimmy Stewart) initiated. The precursory event did not seem directed at me. I must have subliminally projected my conscious self identity into another avatar during RAS mediation as is sometimes the case. However, no drama ensued, and I ended up in liminal space (the storage area being autosymbolic of this state as a precursor to waking). The movie theater is autosymbolic of mediating the dream state. The presence of pillows was also a typical dream state indicator. Readability score: 73.
I sat in a whirlpool with several people. At some point I was outside in a wood, where I spotted some guys I thought were visiting the university but who claimed to celebrate being done with school. They were playing some sort of shooting game with water guns. One of them hit me by accident so I ran after him to wipe him with some form of wet cloth until he tripped and fell over. I got him right in the face while some of his friends held him down, but then one of them gripped a handful of mud wich looked suspiciously like dung of some sort and was teeming with flies, and smeered it into the poor guy's face. I then got up and ran, fearing that he might make me responsible for his situation. I then ended up back in the pool, wich a girl I know from school was just about to leave. I had something to talk to her about, so I went after her. On the way through the house I met my informatics-teacher who told me that unfortunately next year our class was going to be done by another teacher entirely unrelated to the topic. I do not remember catching up with the girl, but getting on my bike in the rain. I played The Witcher III, where for some quest I had to defaet an Ice King. This Ice King was basically a human king enclosed in thick ice in desperate need of rescue. He attacked me with thick tentacles of ice that were spiked, or ice-shards that could stun me. To make matters worse, I failed to deal him any significant amount of damage, so I did die several times. Whenever I began anew, I was stuck in a cutscene for some time wich bothered me, so I decided to save right after it was over. I do not recall doing so.
My dream father was President Trump. We were in another country (Likely Finland), as my dad was getting prepared for an important meeting. I noticed a lot of garbage was lying around in this room that important leaders were soon to meet in, so I decided to help maintenance clean it up during some down time. I recall scraping off a thick layer of grease from what appeared to be a pickup truck bed. After a few minutes' work we all left the place to go to the assigned meeting place. So now I am in a van with Trump driving, Vladimir Putin riding shotgun, me behind Trump, Putin's wife next to me, and brother behind me. Putin's wife in this dream was a creepy old hag who cared about nothing but her appearance and that she was better than everyone else. Trump and Putin were talking it up in the front seat, but Putin's wife silenced Putin for talking too much and getting friendly with the enemy. That was kind of the point of the meeting was to try to ease America-Russia relations and work out peace, but she wanted none of it. She then asked me some questions about how old I am, and what I do for work. She said I smelled horribly and should be ashamed. She asked how I could be in her presence with the how bad I smelled. She said she was the most powerful woman in the world and that I should leave her sight. I tried to defend myself saying I took a shower and used deodorant and fragrance in the morning, but she just responded that I should have applied it again before entering her presence. She then reached in for a kiss, but I pulled away because #1 gross and #2 I felt she was trying to kill me. She tried a couple of times and eventually landed one mostly on my cheek. I scooted as far away from her as possible and a moment later I felt a numbing sensation start on my cheek and a bit of my lips. I knew it! She tried poisoning me with her lipstick. (See Doctor Who for where this idea came from) I immediately called out to my father that we needed to get to a hospital straight away because Putin's wife tried to kill me. Putin sighed in frustration and we sped up looking for a doctor.
Night of July 18, 2018. Wednesday. For this page, I will review, with more clarity, some of the potential attributes of the dream state. The utilization of these pages as a virtual course or study guide in developing a greater clarity of mind is possible for some, but likely not for all. Do not be tricked into believing the following factors of the dream state are directly related to each other. One can define “vividness” as to how aware the dream self (subconscious self) is. One can define “lucidness” as to how aware the conscious self (waking self identity) is. One can define “modulatory factor” as to what extent the subconscious self can shape or control the ongoing dream or the dream state itself whether or not it is aware it is dreaming. One can define “realism” as to how realistic the dream is in contrast to being surreal and unlike waking life factors. One can define “cohesiveness” by how the dream progresses. Remember though, that the subconscious self lacks a viable sense of time and linearity (temporality). Additionally, the types of vestibular system correlation are a factor if one wants to establish and mediate or modulate virtual physicality. As described before, the challenge is to balance the illusion of physicality with the illusion of space (as well as directional orientation). In many dreams in childhood, I lucidly and non-lucidly became incorporeal. In some dreams, invisibility was my choice, while still maintaining virtual physicality. Take a look at the list that includes vividness, lucidness, modulatory factor, realism, and cohesiveness. Try to come to terms with the truth by practicing pairs of reasoning in contrast to each other, all of which are inherently true. For example, dreams may be lucid without the factor of control. There are vivid dreams that are not realistic. You can sustain and control dreams without lucidity. There are visually realistic dreams that do not have viable temporality. The list goes on. Such variation explains the nature of emerging consciousness simulacrums. You can perceive illusory physicality as problematic or project that anticipation into a simulacrum or avatar. Again, the most common potential for this is flying or falling. Walking is inherently more difficult when the focus is present. In the highest levels of lucidity, the feeling of walking is more thrilling than flying. That is because the illusion of weight and momentum is so well-defined (as well as augmented tangibility). Flying dreams sometimes have this, but it is more defined when closer to the conscious self identity as it exists in waking life. Before I close this page, I will address a couple of habitual types of focus and projection regarding simulacrums of the emerging consciousness. Again, the vestibular system correlation is a factor, which can lead to flying, falling, rising, hovering, and many other situations. Another obvious factor is to what extent RAS is active and to what purpose. (For example, environmental noise, ultradian rhythm, biological need, and so on.) To what extent; subliminal, liminal, or lucid, is the subconscious self aware of being asleep in bed? Readability score: 48
Not dream: I woke up earlier than usual, woken up by our friend staying over and remember dreaming something, but in no detail, and soon fell asleep again. Woke up at the normal time and stayed in bed for 45 minutes, seeing whether I'd sleep more and dream again or not. I didn't but remembered some dream fragments and got up. I knotted two of my fingers as I've seen a friend do, to remember the fragments and my intention as I go through doorways in the house, as I first go downstairs to make tea and then come back up to write my fragments as follow: Fragment 1 (non-lucid): I was playing a special player vs player mode in a game I'd been playing recently in waking life, where I'd throw bombs at other players and vice versa, with the objective of making each other fall off the platforms until only one of us was left. What was different from the real game was that I was able to use my character's swords as well in this game mode. Fragment 2 (non-lucid): I remember talking to old friends and they were inviting me over to their estate across the river; in the dream I had a memory of what the estate was like, but I felt like something was off, as I also didn't remember this estate actually being so big. How could I remember and not remember at the same time? The "memory" was vivid, so I think that in the dream it's more like I was actually at the estate and that's what made me question it a bit. Notes: In waking life, there is a phenomenon that when you go through a doorway, your mind forgets current thoughts and changes how it thinks. I think I remember reading that it is believed this had to do with contextual adaptation, before humans made so many artificial thresholds themselves, such as going from the tundra to the plains and to the desert and so on. Interestingly in dreams, doorways and thresholds in general can have very literal scene changes beyond them. For me, anyway, they do.Keeping fingers knotted like this causes a good deal of pain, especially since my joints are hypermobile, but focusing on this lets me focus on the intention I set when I started doing it, even when I go through thresholds, as I've observed my friend do. I don't know the mechanic behind this, but it just seems to work.The friends from my second fragment are like extended family, but I rarely see them anymore, and in fact, in waking life it is impossible for me to casually see or hear about them, because I no longer live in the same country, so in my dream I was back in my native country, and should have realised this to be unusual.
Date of Dream: WED 18 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 376 - Those Distracting Little Children Lucid Dream 22 I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my house and my dad was there in the front room with me. We were watching TV and I think it was the world cup that was playing. We spoke about something but I forgot specifically what about. I think it was arrangements of how I was going to be looked after later in the dream. I can't remember if there was a scene before the current recounted one or not. The next scene I can remember is that I was at someone else's house; a friend from primary school. Apparently her parents were going to be looking after me but I don't remember why. My friend is Chinese and so this also reflected in the dream with Chinese decorations all over the house as well as some Chinese food sitting in an oriental style bowl on the kitchen bench. All the shops in the area of Springvale are Asian and this reflected in the dream as well. I was going to go to one of the well-known Asian supermarkets to get some grocery supplies. In the mall, I see the Asian grocer but soon, my attention gets turned to a Coles store that is also there. I walk up to the entrance of the store and I say out loud, but to myself, “Hang on a minute... In real life, there isn't a Coles in Springvale, so if there's a Coles here... Then this must be a dream...”. So now I was aware that this was a dream and so was therefore in a lucid state. I went speed-walking into Coles through the front item security gates, saying to myself, “I've got goals to achieve, I've got things to do!”, then continuing my speed-walk down one of the aisles. While doing this, I was actively thinking about my pending tasks, firstly that I still had an actual penalty I needed to apply to Logan and then that Dreamy WB was supposed to pay a visit to DawnEye11. Walking down the second half of the aisle, I called out, “Dreamy WB!”, multiple times, wondering where on Earth she could be. I ended up at the back of the store and there I saw her standing at the dairy fridges. She was slightly distorted in appearance but in an acceptable way. She was wearing a long grey cardigan over some black leggings and boots. Her physical facial appearance and proportions was more of a resemblance to AD rather than WB herself but this didn't phase me; the energy was there to suggest that this was indeed Dreamy WB. I saw these little primary school age kids with her and when I got close to Dreamy WB, she actually ran off on me! I thought to myself in distress and disbelief, “What the...? She's running away!”. Despite being in a state of surprised shock, I ran after her. I figured it was the kids that were actually telling her what to do, ultimately leading me on a wild goose chase. Back at the dairy fridges but further down the aisle, I finally caught up to Dreamy WB and stopped her in her tracks. The kids were looking at her like they wanted her to keep going but she didn't pay any attention to them. I then figured who the ringleader of the kiddy group was; it was a little five or six year old, she was wearing a white top with thin black stripes as well as jeans and baby pink runners. She had blonde hair and was wearing some thick black framed glasses... She was standing the closest to Dreamy WB, trying to egg her on. So I was now talking to Dreamy WB but with these little bratty kids around, I thought it would be too much to apply penalties to Logan or have her go to DawnEye11, so instead, I asked her if she could take me for another round of fear control therapy. Because I was lucid, I was able to express many real life traits and so for the first time ever in a dream, I was stern towards her when stating the next aspect of my intention. I put my hand in a “no” position, waving the finger about, and said to her, “Dreamy WB... Don't let these kids distract you”. As I said this to Dreamy WB and then gave the little girl a piercing glare, I could see the little girl's expression in the corner of my eye... She was now scared of me and didn't dare to try anymore cons on Dreamy WB. The next scene took place with the whole group; me, Dreamy WB, and the kids exiting Coles and heading to this corridor with two lifts. Three of the kids went into the lift on the left side but the little girl wanted to go with us... I could tell she was actually going to try and steer Dreamy WB away from me again. Despite the little girl constantly talking, Dreamy WB put both her hands on my shoulders to initially calm me down at the sight of the lift door and then she eased me into a hugging position. I walked into the lift forwards while she walked in backwards, focusing on keeping me embraced in a tight, warm hug with me returning the hug as well... The little girl just trotted in on the sidelines, trying to be a nuisance. Dreamy WB only released me with one hand to press the door to close but after that, she put it back into its initial position. I could tell by Dreamy WB's energy that she wanted to talk to me in order to actually give me “therapy” but she remained quiet as she didn't want to engage the little kid anymore. And then the lift started moving. It was going down but then I also felt it going backwards as well! It's almost as if it was going in a diagonal backwards motion. The fact that the lift was moving terrified me internally and not only was my stomach dropping due to the lift's motion but also due to the fact that I was terrified. Dreamy WB noticed that I was being slightly tipped by the lift, so she hugged even harder to keep me upright but at the same time, the complexion of her body became slightly softer, so I felt like sinking into her somewhat. Something was different about the little girl now. She was talking but more like that of a mature person, even sometimes reminding me of Willy Wonka in the Wonkavator scene. Additionally, the little girl's presence didn't seem to phase me anymore and I didn't feel annoyed at all. I was mainly focusing on trying to stay upright as well as directing any thoughts of fear into Dreamy WB's security and warmth. 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) Dream 376: Results (Competition #5) Competition Night: 17 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 55.0 Calculation Details: - First Lucid Dream Of The Night (10.0) - Was Introduced via DILD (5.0) - Summoned A Dream Guide (10.0) - Completed An Old Personal Goal While Lucid (10.0) - SIGHT Task Completed: Have a dream guide assist you in a task using sight only, no sound allowed (20.0) + Previous Total: 35.0 Total Accumulated Points: 90.0 Points! YAAAAAAAAS! I'll explain why I gave some of the points I did. A personal goal that I had set was "Have Dreamy WB assist with fear control using a valid lift", since I was lucid when completing it, that's 10.0 points. And then I had a look at the team tasks and realised I completed the one that said "Have a dream guide assist you in a task using sight only, no sound allowed", I am team sight. The recap area that suggests that is "I could tell by Dreamy WB's energy that she wanted to talk to me in order to actually give me “therapy” but she remained quiet as she didn't want to engage the little kid anymore". She did not talk for the entire lift scene, neither did she when we were in Coles. Because I was lucid during that task, that's 20.0 points... By the way, I didn't even realise I completed that task until I checked against the scoring criteria just a few minutes ago.
Date of Dream: TUE 17 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 375 - Rigorous University I don't remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at Deakin University in Burwood and my intention was to check on WB during her first weeks there. It was currently Monday in the dream and I came across WB in one of the large courtyards along with EL and a few other friends of hers. She didn't say hello to me though and rather the group walked past me obliviously. Appearance wise, she had her hair in a frizzy pigtail and was wearing her year 12 high school hoodie. I cannot remember if she was wearing glasses or not. It felt like the dream was playing a similar scene but it was now Thursday and I was in the courtyard with no one else around. I looked over at one of the small multi-storey buildings and thought to myself, “Aha! She must be in there”. But then after some more hesitation, I thought to myself, “Wait... She's actually not in there? So she's not in today...”. Further thoughts suggested that her days of classes were in fact Monday, Thursday and Friday but her current event was a lecture which I suspected she was watching from home rather than coming into the campus to attend it in person. I was slightly confused as if she was going to be in for a class later on in the day or not. I finally decided that I would leave and then come back after lunchtime when the next slot of classes would be. When I was leaving though, I had to go through this weird tunnel and once I came out of the other end of it, there was this unknown man waiting for me. Apparently I got into trouble because people aren't supposed to be in the tunnel during scheduled classes, it's apparently a distraction to the classes. So when the man went away, I waited outside the tunnel nervously and when I noticed my watch said 12:30, that's when I thought it was safe to go back through the tunnel and into the courtyard to try and locate WB for the Thursday. 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) Dream 375: Results (Competition #5) Competition Night: 16 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 1.0 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) + Previous Total: 34.0 Total Accumulated Points: 35.0
A bunch of first and second year highschool students and I are standing in a room with blue and white tiled walls, florescent lighting and a concrete floor. There are windows in front of us and we're looking through them into a basketball gym. We are gathered here to ready ourselves for an event. The students all around me are mostly girls and are dressed in cheerleading outfits. I am wearing jeans and a grey shirt with the school's name and logo small on the chest. Two of the cheerleaders are talking to me and the energy in the room is nervous. I feel kind of like I'm a student too, but deep down I'm still aware of my actual waking life identity. The girls tell me that we aren't allowed to wear the school logo during this event and I get a little bit worried. A big male coach comes in, looking like a caricature of every mean grade-school coach ever, and yells at everyone to get ready. He gripes at me about my shirt and I respond by telling him I'm not enrolled here and that I'm 25 years old. He huffs and pouts away. I know that my friend J is in the bandstands and I go to sit with her. The basketball gym is cold and blue. The cheerleaders come out and begin their routine. After talking to J for a few seconds I leave through the main doors at the end of the room. It's like I'm going through backstage at a film set, with all sorts of staff and equipment sitting around anxiously focusing on the event. I push my way through, uncaring. The gym has transformed into a large movie theater when I come back and sit with J again. K and S are there too and we're all squished together on our part of the bench. J sits on my lap and we laugh. She's holding a baby who is apparently her little sister. K is holding another younger baby who is also J's sister. I am amazed by this because J's parents are septuagenarians and she is the youngest in waking life. Her mom bumbles around in a nearby corner which is stocked with toys, seeming tense and stressed. I look around and see that the movie screen and the the wall it was on are now gone, leaving a very large opening to the outside. The concrete floor gives way to rocks and and shallow fast-flowing water and stone walls come up at the sides forming a sort of grotto. Small groups of people are exploring the area. It is a beautiful and refreshing sight. I happily go exploring by myself. I come to a large rock bulging out of the water and bend over, looking for life. My sister KB walks up from behind me and is also looking, though less intently. I see different kinds of algae and some tiny fish. Suddenly I spot a baby frog. I try to catch it but it escapes. Another one appears and I successfully capture it in my hands. I feel it wiggle for a moment before I let it go. I look back into the water and see a magnificent salamander, about eight inches from tip to tip, almost completely translucent, and having two tails. It is swimming around very actively. I have a hard time catching it but I succeed. I show it excitedly to KB then decide I have to show it to J. I return to the bleachers carrying my prize carefully yet firmly and see that J is gone. I ask S and K where she went and they say they think she went to her room. We get her mom's attention and she agrees to lead me to the room. My sister, K and S all follow along. This place is now an event center combined with a hotel, kinda like a resort. We go up several floors and eventually arrive in a very small, old film-showing room with yellow fabric walls and old, dark wood furniture. The door to J's room is here, made of that same dark wood. Someone in our group complains about the location of the room and I think to myself that it's not that bad. J is there and she likes the salamander but is not very interested. Her brother is there now as well and they start acting incestual, flirting with each other, and I get really upset. I yell at them and fly away. I find myself standing in a small room made from the same materials as the film-showing room. I see a small ornament, maybe a brooch, on a small round table. It has numerous blue and green smooth stones in a tarnished gold setting. I am suddenly fully lucid and I remember the task to condense a color into a liquid and drink it. I think about using the small ornament but decide it has too many colors close together and it would be hard to single one out. I look around and see a long wooden box filled with dark, wine-colored apples. There is a blanket draped partially over them and I remove it, revealing some unidentifiable, slightly different colored fruit. I put the blanket back and prepare to extract the color from the apples. I notice there are a few bunches of similarly colored grapes among them. I reach out and pull the wine red color out into my right hand without touching the fruit. I had intended to materialize a cup for it to go into, but the liquid seems to have replaced the flesh of my hand, which is now wine colored up to the wrist where it stops at a hard line. When I withdraw my hand I can see it is slightly translucent and the liquid within it is sloshing back and forth a bit. I put my lips to my open palm and slurp the liquid out, watching as my hand becomes flesh again. The liquid is cool and tastes like fruit punch. I smack my lips, savoring it, and smile at its pleasantness. I fly off into an increasingly dark area down several corridors and begin to hear someone coming after me. It feels sinister. I fly faster into a dark bathroom and into one of the stall where I hide. The danger passes, having overlooked me. More occurs, but recall is almost nonexistent.
Night of July 17, 2018. Tuesday. In continuing from page one, in simplifying the context and detail of simulacrum maintenance, I will focus on the attributes of the emerging consciousness in various circumstances. How does one know how to mediate or modulate the dynamics of vestibular system correlation? It is a challenge. Orientation is erroneous and illusory in dreams for a few reasons. A dreamer standing or walking while his physical body is asleep in bed is only one reason. Oneironauts dismiss the notion of interpretation. It comes from a mindset that does not understand what the dream state is. Several key factors must be understood and utilized. I will again make a note of a few here. Lucidity, vividness, and dream control are all different factors of the dream state. If someone claims that in becoming lucid he or she can then control the dream state, he or she is propagating a common misconception. (This is especially true with lucid dreamers who show no comprehension of the dream state.) All it takes to control dreams is understanding dream state autosymbolism. It does not require the conscious self identity, as the preconscious link to the unconscious mind supplies the subconscious self with the essence of comprehension without the direct awareness it is dreaming. I believe that an intelligent person can learn to be more familiar with their reticular activating system and how it works. Dream state symbolism (autosymbolism or simultaneous symbolism, of which is concurrent with the sleeping, dreaming, and waking transitions as well as a result of thoughts rendered in REM sleep) cannot correlate to waking life symbolism. Knowing this is only the beginning in building a viable knowledge of the dream state. Literalisms, from the self or the interconsciousness, create an ambiguous enigma. There is no way to resolve this as waking life thoughts sometimes have the same ambiguity. Threads of prescience resonate with the autosymbolism of the dream state. Utilizing facts that you can validate in your own time, you have an exponential advantage over typical mindsets that have a passing interest in dreams. These mindsets can be seen on the Internet, typically exchanging their skewed jargon, often borrowing it from invalid sources and playing games based on a misconception. In addition to understanding that lucidity, vividness, and control of the dream state are not dependent on each other, one needs to understand that the subconscious self is not the conscious self. The preconscious is not the conscious self either. The preconscious and its avatars serve to build metaphorical bridges from the illusory subconscious self to the conscious self, sometimes by creating conflict scenarios to force the dreamer to awaken. The interconsciousness establishes links to the transpersonal; that which exists without the dreamer. The mystery I have often pondered is why people create devils to chase them. Reticular activating system modulation creates unpleasant scenarios for some people far more than others. It should only come into play either when there is a health issue or a genuine concern for the immediate environment’s status. Prescience may also be a factor (even though many people do not believe in it so thus ignore it). It is otherwise normal to maintain a subliminal, liminal, or lucid sense of vulnerability while sleeping. That is how dreams evolved in the first place. Consider that a person is usually undressed while asleep in bed. It is, of course, a reason for having dreams of being undressed in public. Consider that there are people who believe that being undressed in the dream state has a so-called interpretation. One could argue that it is a bizarre trait to exhibit such an extreme example of empty-headedness. For me, such a situation is moot, as I am always subliminally, liminally, or lucidly aware of being in the dream state. It is biology. Additionally, experience and understanding manifest the virtuous circle effect, especially after years of developing clarity of mind. Readability score: 51.
Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM Woke up at: 11:58 AM Dream 107: The White Room At my grandma's house, midday. I accidentally walk into an all white room with a weird green light on the ceiling. I ask one of my relatives what the purpose of this room is, and he says it's a mind erasing chamber, used for wiping bad memories. Only downside is, it wipes out your entire history and personality. I ponder about it for a second. All of my fears and anxieties will be gone if I stay here, but isn't it my experiences that make me who I am? Isn't that basically mental suicide? With only little time remaining I bolt it out of the white room and into the living room, only barely escaping the eponymous White Room. Dream 108: Nostalgia I wake up in someone else's bedroom, early hours of the morning. It seems to me that I'm lying next to my girlfriend (Not any real girlfriend just a DC). Her bed is just a mattress on the floor with possibly way more blankets than she needs. The lighting is moody and dark, you can pretty much figure out what happened last night. I lie in bed for a couple minutes, waiting for her to wake up, and try to remember how it got to this point. I have a flashback to the first time I met her. It was at a Wal-Mart, she was walking past a food court and I was just passing her by. She was carrying a hell of a lot of bags and she accidentally dropped her purse. I pick it back up to her and I tell her, "Maybe you should've gotten a cart while you were here, huh? Here, I'll help you with your bags." After that it was just a bunch of conversations on the way to her car, things about family, friends, and other stuff. She told me about the place she works and recommended that I visit her sometime. As you can guess it took quite a while from getting to 'I'll help you with your bags' to being in bed with her. And it seemed like something I was pretty nostalgic about in the dream. As for the girlfriend herself? She was Hispanic, had tan skin, and had black curly hair. She carried herself like a confident and peppy woman, and wasn't afraid to speak what was on her mind. That's about all I can remember.
I was, alongside several people, in a world looking like Fortnite. We were fighting, or rather running away from a giant. I lay under what appeared to be a bed, trying to get to some sort of an airplane wich I could complete and fly to safety. Since I was not able to leave my shelter without being spotted and attacked, I ended up getting everyone on the bed and flying off with it. I may have crashed, though I am not certain of that. I was in a room with four groups of four sisters each. I did know some of them, but never more than one per family. One of the oldest girls took me out into the corridor and asked me if I had been kissed yet today. I said that I hadn't, but before anything could happen, the rest of the girls came out and the dream faded. It may then have changed into this dream, or else this is an entirely new one. To get all of this dream I must mention the fact that I am usually a guy, because, in this dream, I was not. I was very certainly a girl having sex with a guy, and my first time at that, since it hurt quite a bit in the beginning. I was dimly aware of the fact that I was dreaming, because I had heard of this happening to someone before, but I didn't snap into realizing what this meant. Anyway, when I began to feel good, the guy was unfortunately already done (I saw something dripping out of me and hope this description is still OK with the forum rules), and my asking for a second round ended with the dream. I was fighting in some war, currently in a castle. We were ordered to move out of there when I was just edgeing my knife. When I came out last, I stumbled across an officer. I then realized that I had forgotten my knife and went to get it. The officer then addressed me, describing my knife and asking if that was it. At that point I knew I knew him and he knew me and liked me and would recognize me by my knife, but also that I needed him to believe me dead. I thus ran back, picked up to knives in addition to mine, showed them to the officer and pointed out that I had picked up mine and one of the others from a fallen soldier. I left, feeling he did not believe me.
Morning of July 17, 2018. Tuesday. In my dream, the setting is an isolated version of our present home, with the erroneous factor of being in a large field. The roof is different from what it is in reality and is more like the roof of the Cubitis house. We have neighbors who live nearby, but not as in a typical suburban area. It seems to be late morning in my dream. Threads of my conscious self identity are scant, but I am aware of my marriage and family. Vestibular system correlation begins in the form of the approaching winds of a storm. Zsuzsanna and I are outside. I see a tornado. It is not a threat and seems unusually thin. I non-lucidly mediate the weather without my dream self becoming lucid. As time passes, there are a few more tornadoes. One of them moves toward our house. As I anticipated, one of the tornadoes turns, moving into our house, tearing the roof off, but not doing any other damage. “Oh no, not again,” I say, without much emotion or excitement. (This is a reference to the natural disaster that we survived in November of last year.) There are several large sections of boards scattered about the yard. (I do not see steel roof sheeting as in reality.) There are also sections of tar paper (which I have not seen in real life since the 1970s). An unknown Hispanic male, apparently our closest neighbor, comes over to look at the damage. He exhibits a cheerful and helpful attitude. My dream self automatically correlates with the factor of non-lucid dream control (with no discernible trigger) and I start to realize that I can will the roof to become whole again. Pieces of the roof fly up and go back onto our house so that the roof is complete. At one point, I hold onto small rods that are part of the foundation of the house and wiggle them around as the top of the house rebuilds itself. (This is an attempt to reinduce my dream or to get more sleep, as it represents the vertical pipe of the outdoor faucet near the front of our house in reality.) I wake shortly after this. There is no exploration of indoors in this dream. It all takes place outdoors. Readability score: 73 (likely to be understood by a reader who has at least a 7th-grade education).
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