Morning of July 15, 2018. Sunday. My dream’s setting is a fusion of the L-shaped room of the King Street mansion and the lounge room of our present home. I am sitting on my bed as it was on King Street and facing north towards the window. My youngest daughter is sitting on the floor. I have one of her plastic toys; Peppa Pig’s yellow spaceship. It is part of a big computerized game, though is only a trial model that requires an activation code before it can function. A bag on my right contains many similar toys. I think of activating all her toys so that they become the full versions by obtaining the codes from inside them without contacting the company. Looking through the window of Peppa Pig’s yellow spaceship, I see several lines of computer code printed on a paper strip that seems to be part of a scrolling mechanism that is at the back. There are lines printed on each side of the paper strip, but I am unable to see the print on its opposite side. One line ends with the value 9876543210. I doubt that this is the correct code, but I still attempt it. It does not work. There is another number with a random sequence of digits, but that one does not work either. The third code is hexadecimal, with “EE” in it, the rest being numbers. I try that one, and something happens. An oversized toy bird beak emerges from the window of the toy rocket, generating an odd chirping. As the codes are so easy to find and use, I consider activating all the other toys. Study guide: 1) What are the two main autosymbolic factors of this dream? 2) This dream has secondary autosymbolism based on ultradian rhythm. Identify it. 3) What does yellow represent here? 4) What is a factor that reveals the subliminal awareness of being in the dream state? 5) Is there a possible interconsciousness factor here? If so, what? Study guide answers: 1) Vestibular system correlation as flight-related autosymbolism (in two simultaneous forms, bird and rocket) and precursory thinking skills correlation as the need to read numbers and enter a code. 2) The cuckoo clock association. 3) Emergent consciousness factor, which is a result of increased awareness of the light spectrum. 4) I am sitting on my bed. 5) Transpersonal communication with our youngest daughter while in the dream state. Remember that dreams are in real time, not a result of memory processing as disinformation agents propagate. Readability score: 71. Correctness of writing: 100. Intellectual value: 76.
Date of Dream: SUN 15 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 374 - Separated Sections Dream 374 A - Team Leadership By A Dream Guide I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in distress but I forgot what the specific issue was. I started my usual call out for Dreamy WB which was followed only by silence, so I was worried that I wasn't heard. After a short pause though, all these girls from the class of 2017 paraded out of this corner in their school uniform. I thought to myself, “Dreamy WB's bound to be in there somewhere”. Once like before, I carefully watched all the girls who paraded out and when I thought I saw Dreamy WB, I would go in there and get her attention. Within the parade, I could see all the girls' faces, except for one. One had their head turned so that the back of their head was towards me. I could tell by the hair though, which was this dark brown, almost rich dark chocolate colour and underneath it was a lighter tone of brown skin. Her hair was in this neat pinned up-do which is difficult for me to describe. I went up to that girl and said “Dreamy WB!” as I tapped her on the shoulder. As the other girls continued to parade on, Dreamy WB stopped, then turned around slowly, and then just stood there, looking at me with a stern face. Although her face was stern, I could still tell it was her by the warm energy I was perceiving. Once I told her what the problem was, she put her left hand on my right shoulder and then graduated on to giving me a light, loose hug. The dream scene changed and now Dreamy WB and I were in the driveway just outside the garage at my house. Dreamy WB still held the same appearance as the last scene but now, we were in a tight hug and we held that hug even when I wanted to go somewhere. We moved in unison into the garage where my dad and brother were. Still locked in the hug, I was looking towards them and so Dreamy WB was looking backwards at the roller door. Still, she managed to be aware of what was going on as she said, “You guys will have to work together for this scene”. As she said that, she tried to turn her head so she was looking over at my dad in the distance. For the first time in dream history, my family actually respected her and my dad nodded at her in agreement of her statement. My brother did a slight nod after that. Then Dreamy WB moved with me again and led us into the backyard where my mum was. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream 374 B - The Kid Who Tortures Me The dream started with the family and I in our old house, in the kitchen. We ended up going outside and onto the street. There was something about knocking on the door of number 27 but I forgot what was supposed to happen. Although we also lived in an odd number, as we walked, eventually, the numbers on our side turned even. I then thought to myself, “Where the heck would number 27 be?”. Interestingly enough, the sequence of numbers became odd again and we eventually caught sight of the number 27 on a letterbox. My dad went into the driveway of this house and knocked on the door while I still stood and watched in anticipation from the footpath. When the door opened though, I started to feel uneasy and actually started to run. I urged my mum to get away from the house and run up the street as I anticipated something terrible was bound to happen. Indeed something terrible did happen, as I was running, I managed to look back and there was this weird thing chasing everyone, something that I can't visually describe. Going down the hill on the other end of the street, this kid from one of the mums caught up to me and started hitting me. I didn't have time to patiently deal with him, so I elbowed him, ultimately shoving him off the footpath altogether. I then caught sight of who his mum was and so when I approached the woman, I told her about what her son did. The woman was on my side and when the kid came back to try and get me again, she defended me from him. Back at the bottom of the looped street, we stopped and talked but I forgot what the group talked about. I then took this blank ID card out of my pocket and pondered something about it. The dream scene moved into some post office like room and apparently I was making an ID card for Dreamy WB. I forgot what her appearance was in this scene, the only thing I can remember is her hair was straight, but she asked me if I didn't want her to smile and I said to her, “Actually, I'd prefer you to smile”, so she did. The scene then changed back to the runaway scene and I was looking at a complete version of Dreamy WB's newly made ID card. The next scene was a replica of the Cairo museum from the prologue of Sly 2 but it did look slightly different... I wasn't in this scene, I was watching it from third person mode. Some aspects of the museum more resembled a 2D platform like it was in the style of a Mario game. The mission was being briefed and apparently there was an order that the characters would do their jobs in. The first job would be done by Bentley, the second by Sly and then the last by Murray. When it came to Bentley, he was in the wheelchair and he had to use his magnet and fishing pole to drag something out of an NPC's pocket. Next was Sly and I don't clearly remember what he had to do. All I can remember is that it was something related to Mario's move-set. I thought it was then Murray's turn and so when Sly went again, I was thinking to myself, “Oi! What about Murray?”. Murray ended up doing the fourth sequence of the episode and what was weird is that he actually replaced Mario in the exact same move-set and game style... He was the one jumping everywhere and grabbing the coins but you couldn't see Murray or the stage; it was only a silhouette of him and the coins, like the event was happening behind some curtain or projector screen. As the silhouette of Murray is just about in the middle of the stage and some of the coins are gone, this smaller silhouette comes onto the stage and I subconsciously realise that this silhouette was me! Apparently I grabbed the few remaining coins that Murray had missed when he traversed that part of the stage. 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 374: Results (Competition #5) 374 A Competition Night: 14 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 374 B Competition Night: 14 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 4.0 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Summon Dream Guide: Dreamy WB (1.0) - Ask For Advice (1.0) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) + Previous Total: 30.0 Total Accumulated Points: 34.0
Updated 07-18-2018 at 11:50 AM by 93119
Mcdonald's Just working at mcdonald's. The morning shift came in. A blond girl came in and started asking me questions. From another angle it was a guy with long hair? I kept thinking it was a trans. Chatting Brief fragment of chatting with Jamie on facebook. I was telling her ,"Well, I have a vacation coming up end of august." The conversation implied we were planning a real life meet. Lucid I was at a carnival. I was outside a tarped wall when I jumped up and floated. I became lucid because of this. I wanted to look for Jamie. I saw Mike from work (who seemed to have a green shadow on him) and asked him how to teleport out of here? He pointed to a wooden building painted white and said that was the way out. I went up to the building and couldn't find any door. I found a crack in the wood and pried it open with my hands. I went inside and found a hallway with no doors. Didn't think that was the way so I went back outside. I kept calling to Jamie and intending to find her. I tried a spin teleportation. I spun around and then fell on the ground and fell asleep. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but white noise like on an old television all around me. My memory fades after this. Scary preacher FA, in a room with some guy preaching over me. He kept telling me if I fail to show works that I am not really saved. He then kept trying to smother me with a blanket. I got up and tried to argue that I am saved by grace through faith. He kept yelling at me that I wasn't saved. He began choking me and yelling. I wanted to yell louder, "I rest solely on the completed work of Jesus Christ on the cross as works for my salvation." But he was choking me too hard. All I could muster was, "You listen.." a few times. I couldn't breathe at all because he was choking me and still ranting. I silently prayed for Jesus to give me strength to overpower this man. As if an answer came the dream suddenly ended and I awoke. Don't you even try it Jamie was driving me out in the country somewhere. She said something that sounded like she wanted to die. I went on a tirade telling her not too. I wish I remembered the words. After probably babbling anti suicide stuff. She said to me, "We have to keep dreaming these dreams or we'll both be alone." I woke up then.
Updated 10-17-2018 at 03:32 AM by 6012
Blue Opossum’s Dream Canon Page 3 Afternoon of July 9, 2018. Monday. Henceforth, these pages are to be the sole resource for resolving any potential for erroneous or ambiguous conclusions regarding any content posted in any of my previous entries since 2004. In this entry, I will start to go into more detail about the nature of both lucid and non-lucid dream control. I will look at the most dominating factors of going in and out of the dream state, including the most common (for me) forms of autosymbolism and literalism while deliberately shifting levels of awareness. These details will not yet be in any precise order. Some of the most common forms of both non-lucid and lucid dream control relate to the following: Jumping from a cliff or other high location in semi-lucidity has always produced extraordinary results for me. This augments and sustains vestibular system correlation. Physicality is amplified as well, including the sense of weight and momentum and blissful sustained effortless flight. Mentally creating a difficult door to open, usually an old wooden door, and then opening it, or as of late, rapidly flying and phasing through a large locked steel vault door to outside. This was pure bliss and happiness, and occurred in the state of dream self omnipresence (BEING the dream state itself rather than just being “in” it). In some dreams, I pull aside an entire wall as if it was a sliding door. This is very effective for me as well and greatly sustains and vivifies the dream state, where I am then able to summon more denizens as well. Using a staircase to go either up or down produces mixed results. The direction of going up or down is more about the level and extent of thinking skills. Each greatly augments the dream state. However, going down a flight of steps augments the summoning factor, where denizens automatically serve me without question, whereas going up a staircase also augments and vivifies the dream state, though is more about being more focused on material awareness, and with dream characters being more of their own essence. Coalescence. Sometimes I seek denizens out and coalesce (typically near a train station or lake in a dense forest). Other times, in blissful states, they leap into me as if I were an anthropomorphic swimming pool. These are human forms only, which appear as pale blue silhouettes. In normal dreams, such avatars often coalesce with me with a mutual hug. Preconscious avatar traits often include celebrity status, unfamiliar status (unknown person), a dancer, a detective or secret agent, and a knowledge of flight, sometimes angelic or with a divine essence. (These forms of avatars go all the way back to earliest memory and are always part of the same types of dream components, even usually in the same order.) The dancing factor is obviously related to fluidity of movement as associated with vestibular system correlation as analogous to a form of flight and augmented control of physicality and “balance” in liminal space. When the avatar is not personified, it often has feline characteristics, sometimes as an actual domestic cat. In other cases, the factor, when transitioning by way of the interconsciousness, is rendered as a very realistic bird that seems the most likely and direct autosymbolism of transpersonal communication, typically an exotic bird. The most vivid form is a resplendent quetzal or in some cases, a hummingbird. Birds also represent a specific level of vestibular system correlation, especially as they fly with little effort. In other cases, the preconscious avatar rapidly shifts within hundreds of different identities in a few minutes. This always triggers a sustained dream state and enhanced lucidity. In one dream, I was sitting on Zsuzsanna’s left (on our couch) which is how we rarely sit in waking life. Zsuzsanna was becoming different avatars, easily more than one per second. I sat there watching and realized I was in the dream state to my amusement, which automatically vivified the scenario. I created a difficult door to open (in this case, a rendering of our front door), opened it, and saw a long series of small stages on each side of the street. Birds were frozen as silhouettes in midair (which is another method of sustaining and vivifying the dream state). Each stage had a denizen devoted to my existence and focus. In this dream canon, I will give more and more past examples with actual dream content, trying to be as clear and direct as possible. I will also go into more detail about how dream state symbolism (autosymbolism) has nothing at all to do with waking life symbolism or the so-called subconscious as most “interpreters” (including “experts” and “professionals”) pretend. This might prove to be valuable, as I see more and more people turning to superstitious rubbish and common misconceptions. I am thinking of even including lists of self-evident questions so that some people might be able to decide or learn it for themselves. This entry is subject to change only for purposes of clarification. If any content reads as unclear or is perceived as ambiguous, contact me by way of messaging on one of the following sites (order of preference): Twitter (@BlueOpossum), Tumblr (Blue Opossum’s Dream Journal), or my Facebook account via the dream journal website profile. Thank you for your time and respect. This ends Blue Opossum’s Dream Canon Page 3.
Created Saturday 14 July 2018 Got that DILD and a few other things to note. The non-LD portions aren't very clear, however. Scrap Group 1 Swimming deep in the ocean with marine biologists. We could somehow speak clearly while underwater. The others had me join in eating live baby shrimp. I quickly regretted doing that; I don't even like the stuff when cooked! Cut to me in a fancy apartment with family. I'm embarrassed to find I've been afflicted with fleas. Dream 1 - Hungry Summons Scene 1 - Some Looped Emergency or Other The visuals were blurred. Don't have too good memory of this. I've various false awakenings in an unknown home. Various family members were there. Something dangerous was occurring. I was bordering lucidity, but only just. Unknown transition. Scene 2 - Marloss Sacrifice False awakening in an unknown bedroom, the morning sun peeking in from white-clothed shaded windows behind me. Remembering the above, I make a reality check via feeling for something in hand. Sensing as much informed lucidity. I reshaped this object, intending it to take the form of my guide, E. But, when I glanced beside me, I found it was a complete stranger. This was a plain-looking woman in her 30's, a light skinned and auburn haired Caucasian. Similar to my guide usual form, she appeared exceptionally tall and quite stout. Initially, I was a bit wary. But, for her part, the woman soon proved to be very... uh, amiable. Just as I'd warmed up to her, the lady became mournful. That's when her mouth suddenly warped, melting into a toothless maw of slagging flesh. The monstrous female chomped at me, aiming straight for my face. I could only hold her back by a wrist's length. She expressed great remorse, claiming she was acting under compulsion to devour me. Her bites became more frantic and unpredictable. It was only a matter of time before my strength would fail. In panic, I immediately conjured a Marloss Berry on my right hand, which appeared as a giant, flesh-like cherry. Any other time, I would've eaten it myself. But, instead, I'd offered it to the creature above me. I described the food being exceptionally filling and tasty. The monster woman was skeptical of such a claim. So, I crammed the berry into her mouth, taking care not to let her take my hand with it. And like that, the demoness' hunger subsided. The woman's face soon reverted to normal. Her hair, though, constantly changed every other second, going from long with a fringe, to a bobcut, to childish pigtails, among others. The odd lady then got curious of the above magic. She wondered if I could summon her a trophy, of all things, and got ingenuously jubilant when I promised I'd do so later. This moment lasted for two more minutes before the dream collapsed. Scrap Group 2 Reloop of the first part of the above dream. A guy with brown hair and glasses was helping me out. I'd false memories of this happening the first time.
Updated 07-15-2018 at 03:50 AM by 89930
I made a video game! Again! This game was the third entry in a shooter game series. The first two weren't made by me, but a third was in development and became vaporware. So I decided to make it from scratch, sort of unofficially. It was the first game in the series to be in 3D. Interestingly, everything was made out of cardboard. The maps were outside areas, but they were inside a cardboard box with a skybox painted on it. The floor was painted green and the skybox various shades of blue and white. The weapons and enemies, the houses and the trees, everything was painted cardboard cutouts. And it was like a video game, but at the same time, the player is physically next to the box, as if he controls the character like a puppet. I let my friend play the game. The first few maps were simple. He was having fun shooting up enemies in the destructible cardboard terrain. But then there was the third map, which was very peculiar. It seemed to be a completely empty area without an exit at all. I giggled as my friend was stumped, looking around and trying to figure this out. Eventually he found out the solution to the puzzle. He put his hand inside the play area, poked a hole in the floor, and tore it to shreds. The exit was located under the ground. I laughed my ass off and clapped my hands because he found it.
At 2:22am now I'm off to sleep, Hoping to start a new Dream Journal when I awaken. ... 8am, Sunday 15-July-18, I wake. Dreams evaporated before making an impression on my long term memory. But Now I have a very cheerfull earworm Nat King Cole*– Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer Lyrics -artist: nat king cole -peak billboard position # 6 in 1963 -words by charles tobias and music by hans carste Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies Then lock the house up, now you're set And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis As cute as ever but they never get em wet Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Youll wish that summer could always be here Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Don't hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in Or some romantic moon it seems Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin Youll see more kissin in the cars than on the screen Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Youll wish that summer could always be here Youll wish that summer could always be here Youll wish that summer could always be here Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC https://youtu.be/g4czvSoCLw8
In this first part of the dream, I was outside when I was greeted by an alien who said he was from the Dorian galaxy. He was about the size of an old TV set, with pinkish skin and a large, veiny head. His suit only covered his torso. I took me and my friends to his home planet, but we couldn't get there because the fuel ran out. A friend of mine, someone else named J, suggested steering the ship to a planet and then taking off from that planet to the next one until we got there. I was on board with it until I realized how big those distances were. One planet had an atmosphere that displayed a wierd pattern that looked a lot like simplified neurons in the brain. Another one was entirely inhabited by clones of Jake from Adventure time. Both has Spore-like creatures inhabiting them as well. In the next part, my sister was Amelia Earhart, or at least dressed like a cartoon rendition of her, and was starting 9/11. I was there to help her for some reason, along with my friends. Zack from Riddle School was being forced to do extremely absurd challenges, like at an entire slice of watermelon including the crust in 5 seconds. There was another one before that one that was less absurd, but I forgot what it was.
This was an Astral Projection mislabeled as a dream. I did this last night and still remember every single aspect of it, as the average dream recall only lasts about 4 minutes after waking up, I find this to be proof positive that I indeed projected. There were other characters there and it feels like I know them. The event starts as I am watching rocks fall from the sky and absolutely crush anything in their path. The trees were just demolished and I could hear the crushing and breaking, and smell the insides of the trees, the leaves and the feeling of sheer devastation. I was standing alongside a road and could see the giant rocks as they fell all over the sky. Some were small and I dodged them as they came in my direction. The smell of the topsoil being turned as they hit the earth and buried themselves or skidded along and ripped the ground apart was in the air. I slid down the embankment to avoid being hit by another rock as other people were running for their lives. I never saw any fireballs. I found this odd. I was talking to another person there and we were trying to figure out what it was. We decided it was either an asteroid belt or we were in the debris field of a passing planetary body. I said lets go see...and then I was aboard a mothership in earth's orbit. This thing was huge. It looked like a battleship but in space. We wandered all around inside and tried to open doors inside until we came upon a room filled with slabs of what looked like Ice, inside were people frozen. At least they looked like people. I turned a switch and they all woke up. I was talking to this short female with red hair and a striped shirt and told her lets go checkout this other room, with turned out to be a large open area like a locker room, when all the frozen people began walking in. There was a 7 foot talk black dude who started talking to me if I knew Mat Collins...( this dude i went to school with, who i really didn't like) I told they guy that Mat was dead, and that he died in Iraq.( I made that up, I don't know if he is really dead, but I don't like him and didn't give a shit about lying to the 7 foot tall alien dude. Then a bug came out of the corner of his mouth..a big roach came out of the corner of his mouth, and it was gross. He then opened his mouth which turned out to be a big as a basketball and the inside of his mouth had about 100 teeth and his tongue was the size of a toilet lid. There were about 20 or 30 bugs inside his mouth, I think they lived there..they just sort of crawled around in his mouth. It was this moment I realized this dude was a lower dimensional being and I was in the astral plane. He was trying to scare me, but it didn't work, I simply told him laters and me and the redhead female left the mothership. I went back to earth by thought, and the earth was on fire at this point. There was too much smoke to see and I gave up on the experience and woke up.
Created Friday 13 July 2018 Got some things to note, if incomplete recollection of such. Scrap Group 1 At a school. I floated around for mundane reasons. Dream 1 - End of the Ecumenical Temple The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a supermarket with my brother and sister. I wander out of the place through one of several side exits, most of which were blocked by the store's shelves. Next, I made my way through city streets, an area near the courts, if all the people in formal wear and in judge's robes were any indication. I myself was wearing the latter, yet still knew better than to think I was suited for such a role. Anyway, I float above a transit bridge and over the other side of a building. Near that was a smaller, antiquated structure, a place that I'd supposedly (co)owned. This was known as an 'Ecumenical Temple', a multi-religious establishment shared by a Protestant denomination, Eastern Orthodox Christians, and, I believe, Modern Orthodox Jews. Apparently, I belonged in some fancy schmancy intellectual cabal, to whom I pitched the idea of starting said religious site as part of a social experiment. From its inception, the temple gained city-wide acclaim as a monument to tolerance and multiculturalism, not to mention the influx of membership. Thus, it came to a big surprise when the clergy, just over a year since this began, unanimously agreed to abandoning the place. They never explained why, though if I had to guess, they probably secretly resented each other. I later regrouped with the cabal, the meeting taking place in a cozy lounge. One member was a short, balding man. Another looked very similar, or perhaps even was, S. Epatha Merkenson. We discussed what we'd do with the building. There was talk of converting it into a 'Public Center for Philosophical Learning', which, as I understood, was really more of a nuanced library. I opted we add Mathematics into the mix of subjects. The whole pitch fell flat on the basis of several other members looking for "something more practical". I woke up soon afterwards. Unwitting dream transition while recalling the above. Dream 2 - Oblivious Interloper The visuals were a bit blurred. I was floating over a suburban neighborhood during dusk. Thought this was just a daydream initially, but I caught on soon enough. I barged into a random 1-story house. There dwelled a typical nuclear family, all lounging around, not taking any notice of me at all. Off in the corner, a small boy was playing pretend by himself. He hides in the AC closet, only to find he wasn't alone. Out appeared a slim, fair skinned, black haired young woman in her early twenties, dressed only in a tanktop and boy shorts. She smiles reassuringly to the startled child, whom gazed warily at her. Once he was more or less calmed, the girl hurried off to a nearby room. I fly in after her. Inside was an unkempt bedroom, mattress and random junk on the floor. The girl was rummaging around unheeded, seemingly out of curiosity rather than covetousness. Before she could spot me, I shrunk myself, intending to go to an inch high, but only getting down to about 12 inches or so. I stood still and observed, waiting to find out just what this girl's deal was. Just when I thought I'd gone unnoticed, the giant suddenly kneeled down and took hold of me. Given her mischievous smile, she seemed to already know I was there the whole time. I somehow slipped out of her grasp, and ran off. Once again, I'd assumed I was in the clear, only for her to press me down on the floor. The dream collapsed seconds later.
Updated 07-14-2018 at 03:24 AM by 89930
Morning of June 29, 2018. Friday. I had been listening to one of my latest music productions, which has somewhat of a carnival sound, though has a strong reggae rhythm. It seems to be late morning. The setting is implied to be our current home. There is an unfamiliar male present in our bedroom, though I do not see him as an intruder. (This is the interconsciousness avatar.) Sitting on the edge of the bureau near the west window in our lounge room is the ventriloquist dummy I had as a boy. It was known as “Willie Talk”. As the music becomes louder, the dummy starts moving, taking on the essence of a marionette being controlled by an invisible force. (In the back of my mind however, I am vaguely aware I am causing this to happen.) It almost seems to have a human essence, though still moves like a marionette. The dummy eventually jumps forward onto the floor and starts dancing to the music. There is an amazingly vivid presence of rhythm and energy. He circles around the couch, in a marching jig toward our bed and I wake around this time. A ventriloquist dummy is an emergent consciousness simulacrum (see notes below), which is a form of neural energy that links the dream self, by way of the transpersonal interconsciousness, by way of the preconscious, to the conscious self identity. It is triggered by the reticular formation of the human brain and serves the same purpose as a preconscious or RAS avatar, that is, to initiate consciousness and the ability to physically move. In many cases, such an avatar is seen as going “back” to bed, though in some lucid dreams, it is seen as “waking” and leaving its bed, which is obvious autosymbolism for the level of dream self presence in the dream state. In other cases, it merges into the dreamer (such as in my “Part-Robot-Girl?” from November 17, 1989), an example of waking process coalescence (another very common factor of my dreams). This dream is a specific type of vestibular system correlation autosymbolism, of which goes from inactive (static) to dynamic as I move toward the preconscious modulation of the waking process (by way of reticular formation mediation). It is mostly an autosymbolic rendering of thoughts like “I have to get up now” that pass through the mind prior to waking for the day. Autosymbolism is very easy to trace back to the underlying cause. In simple terms, this means that my perception of my illusory dream body is not viably physical (as my physical body is asleep and beyond my immediate control), and as a result, my non-lucid association with my dream self’s “body” is ambiguous and is projected into the concept of a doll (serving as an emergent consciousness simulacrum), which then dances as waking process autosymbolism, even heading “back” towards our bed. (I have had many dreams like this since childhood, so I know exactly what it means, as I have been aware of the same process in subliminal, liminal, and lucid dreaming scenarios, simultaneously understanding the meaning, so even my need to explain it in the first place should be unnecessary to anyone of reasonable intelligence.) To validate this (and perhaps develop a better understanding of what dreams are and what they are doing) and what I have written in thousands of other dream journal entries, see “The Preconscious Mind and Gamma Band Activity in the Reticular Activating System”. This dream has ZERO to do with memory processing or waking life symbolism as disinformation agents claim (neither of which is even typically possible other than in apex lucidity). They are both autosymbolic and literal events synthesized in REAL TIME (mainly by the preconscious and interconsciousness) while experiencing REM sleep. Although this particular dream is not directly related to waking life (at this time), it most certainly has cause and meaning as all dreams do and most dreams are far easier to decode than most people habitually pretend. #stop_dream_disinfo_now (On Twitter)
As usual, I find myself lucid in a dream without being able to remember how it happened. I am on a stage, a raised platform at one end of a tall, rectangular room with no windows and a door at the far end—picture a racquetball court and you’ll have a pretty good idea of the layout and size. The area where I am is lit while the area where the audience is sitting is darker, with some light shining in from the doorway. I’m singing up here and simultaneously trying my hardest to get my bouzouki to show up so I can accompany myself on it. I look around the stage area periodically, whenever I get the chance, but it just doesn’t seem to be turning up. I notice a couple guys in the audience heading for the door. Annoyed, I will them back to their seats, but they seem to sense what I’m doing and bolt. Oh, well. In the meantime, though, my efforts to materialize myself some accompaniment seem to have paid off. There is now an array of stringed and fretted instruments in the center of the stage, a dozen or so, leaning against stands or lying on chairs. Many of them are exotic instruments I don’t recognize, and unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a bouzouki among them. I settle for the closest match— some kind of lute, judging by the angled neck and larger body. Maybe I can intend it to have a string configuration I can work with. I pick it up and sit down in the chair it was on to play. I was singing “Greensleeves” before, and so I start again from the beginning, this time accompanying myself. Alas, my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously… This is more like it. It seems to work best if I don’t focus too much on what I’m doing with my hands and let it take care of itself, like a spot of localized non-lucidity. Partway through the song, though, I find myself in another room—there seems to be a small memory gap, but I’m guessing this was a false awakening I managed to identify as another dream straightaway. This room is very similar to the one I was just in—it could be the same one if not for the lack of a raised stage area and the fact that there is now a door where the opening was. It’s a metal door painted bright green. The room is empty apart from a mat on the floor which is furnished like a bed. Looking at it stirs faint memories of sleepovers with friends—nice memories, ones I haven’t thought about in a long time. Much of the wooden floor is covered by a rug patterned with dragons—the Asian sort—in red, blue and green. As I look at it, they move and shift in mesmerizing ways, and the perspective flattens a little as the rug occupies my field of vision. I think to myself: I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming. I don’t want to get so absorbed in it that I lose awareness. I look away to consider the door and what might be beyond it. Thoughts come to me—memories, almost, if I took them more seriously—of rooms and people beyond. But that’s a rather serious-looking door. I wake up. (11.7.18)
Date of Dream: THU 12 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 373 - Don't Tell Me What To Wear I don't remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was proposing on doing a performance for another nursing home group. I was in an unknown bedroom when my friend JO came up to me and was wearing fancy clothes like some sparkling Indian bollywood formal wear. But then she told me what I should be wearing when I perform to the nursing home residents and she specified that “bling” was definitely a no-no when it came to nursing home performances. I looked at her like “are you nuts?” because she had bling all over her and she had just finished performing to nursing home residents. 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 373: Results (Competition #5) Competition Night: 11 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 0.5 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) + Previous Total: 29.5 Total Accumulated Points: 30.0
Morning of July 12, 2018. Thursday. My dream is set in our present home, though it is rendered as somewhat larger. I am in the lounge room. A beautiful little parakeet, mainly an atypical mix of green, yellow, white, and blue, is hopping around from one of my hands to another, also up and down my arm. Zsuzsanna comes into our lounge room. The bird flies up and onto Zsuzsanna’s left shoulder. I have a vague expectation that the bird might fly off, but it continues to sit on her shoulder, watching me. I experience a sense of peace and joy. On one level, I realize that I am controlling the bird’s actions and behavior, though this is in the back of my mind. (This is similar to how, in apex lucidity, I manipulate vestibular system correlation autosymbolism when rendered as birds in flight so that they freeze in midair and become suspended silhouettes, though I am not lucid here.) This dream is NOT based on memory or memory processing as many so-called researchers or “experts” claim. This dream is NOT a result of events of the previous day as many people claim. The only traceable thread relevant to waking life is based on how our oldest daughter carries mice around, as they run up and down her arms, and I sometimes ask her if they might jump from her, but that has not happened. This dream is NOT symbolic in waking life context, which is typically not possible when not conscious and not lucid, despite the misguided claims of both “professionals” and random people in society. This dream is autosymbolic (simultaneously symbolic of sleeping, dreaming, transpersonal, biological, and waking processes) of transpersonal communication between Zsuzsanna and I (which occurs in waking life as a flash of “blue fire” in my left field of vision). Additionally; it partly stems from vestibular system correlation and the absence of the viable discernment of physicality when in REM sleep, which I have experienced in various forms in every sleep cycle since earliest memory. What, do people think the physical body flawlessly goes into the dream state and then back out when they wake? What do you think causes flying and falling dreams? In waking life, you have a real physical body. In dreams, you do not, as it is only a model; an ephemeral illusion. This is all moot, as my dream self’s focus is on exploring the nature of the dream state and waking process and its transition in anticipatory liminal focus, not waking life as a rule (other than when literalism and prescience are factors). #stop_dream_disinfo_now
Updated 07-12-2018 at 01:46 PM by 1390
Date of Dream: WED 11 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 372 - Where We Are From I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, there was some event going with the whole family but I forgot what it was specifically. My parents were having a hard time with my my dad's parents but once again, I have forgotten what the argument was about. I left the room but it wasn't because I wanted to avoid anything. I ended up walking into this random empty space like a deserted mall and I had other people with me. Apparently were all a team, with me being the leader, and we were going to cook some food of our own to bring back to my family gathering. As we were all walking across the room, I said to the people something like, “So first we're going to cook the entrée. Then after that, we're going to do the hardest meal of all. And finally, we'll finish with desert. This looked like some sort of Asian mall and also, I was hinting that we were going to be making Asian food. Also along the way, I stated that Dreamy WB was going to come and help us prepare the food as well. Me and the other women entered another room which was supposedly a lounge room. A woman was waiting for us on the couch in there and I remember it was the woman from the dream where Sly and Murray were imprisoned on the plane... Gabby. Although I called her Gabby, apparently her name was spelt in this dream as “Gebe”. Once we all meet up, I suggested that we take a trip to see where everyone in the room came from. I have forgotten completely where the first woman was from. After we spoke about where they were from, the dream scene would actually transition to us visiting the country! So then it was Gebe's turn and the dream stated that she originally came from Tanzania but then I didn't think that could be possible because she looked Spanish or Greek to me. So the the scene changed and projected a map of lower Africa. I was talking but I wasn't in this dream scene. No matter what I did, I was scrolling on the device I was on and I couldn't find Tanzania. It took a while but after a tiresome effort, I did find Tanzania and once I tapped on it, the scene went to me physically being there. When I was there, the sky was a very light yellow and it was smoky. I was standing by myself on what looked to me like a helicopter pad. The cement was running on endlessly for miles and around it was dirty water with derelict skyscrapers in the distance, almost like the region was some sort of empty military, war-torn province... Nothing like what I would expect Tanzania to look like in real life. The dream then went back to us all in the lounge room and next, it was time to show the team where I was from. So the dream indeed went to Melbourne and we were all on a bus. “Ah! There's Southbank and there's the casino”. The bus was then driving up the street to what I noticed to be the Southern Cross Station. After passing the Southern Cross Station, I spoke to the group on the bus and the following is an interesting concept. Apparently we ended up on a bus with KW (a TAFE teacher) and the other TAFE students. I said to the women that neither KW or the students could hear us and that although we were in the seats with them, they were oblivious to our presence. We would only merge our awareness if I tapped KW on the back. Eventually, we drove down the streets of the docklands and so I pointed out to the women with excitement, “That's Pitcher Partners! The place I'll be doing my work experience at close to the end of the year”. Once again, the scene was then with us back in the living room next to the kitchen. Now Dreamy WB wasn't with us but we were going to go to her place next, which was Ethiopia. I quickly changed my mind though and said to the team, “Actually, let's go only when we need her”. But then again, I was indecisive and said we would go now. As the dream scene was slowly transitioning into Ethiopia, I woke up. 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 372: Results (Competition #5) Competition Night: 10 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 4.0 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0) + Previous Total: 25.5 Total Accumulated Points: 29.5
Updated 07-12-2018 at 01:58 PM by 93119
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