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Date of Dream: TUE 10 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 371 - Wacky Job Requirements

I don't remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at a distorted version of Knox Shopping Centre. I was looking to apply for a casual job at Dangerfield which like in real life was on the bottom storey of MYER. The lady who I was supposed to give the application into had some really weird and wacky hairstyle in a strawberry pink colour. Once I had given my application, she then gave me this card listing all the things I'd have to do before I would even have a chance at being successful for the job.

I walked out of MYER and into the main part of the shopping centre which looked absolutely nothing like in real life. Additionally, the lighting of the whole place was a weird UV colour mix of pink and then purple at some points. I was walking through the scary, deserted corridors of the shopping centre, I read the card which listed specifically nine things I had to do. I said to my mum as I was walking next to her, “I'm not giving myself that haircut!”. She told me that there was a way to do it without wrecking my hair. 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)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? POSTPONED)
- 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 371: Results (Competition #5)
Competition Night: 9
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: 24.5
Total Accumulated Points: 25.5

I was in a city with my friends. Moo and I were going back to the house everyone was sleeping at. We were about 50 feet in the air on little chairs. We were trying to steer the chairs in the wind towards the house. I remember I had gotten really close at some point but had gotten blown away. It didn't feel dangerous but this isn't possible in real life and if it was it would be dangerous. We eventually get into the house and I see Bahar and Kolby are waking up. Ky is there too. The room is dark with a stair case in the middle that goes to a visible 2nd floor. When we were flying in the air it seemed like it was fall with a strange festival going on.

I go outside and now there's this pool with people hiding items inside. The idea is that the swimmers can swim and find valuable things but it's supposed to be rare. Every few seconds the water would become clear and you could see a bunch of shiny objects laying about, then the water would become extremely murky. I was following the story of an attractive girl who had gone back into the house and was now engaging with two men at the same time. She goes into the bathroom after and realizes she was somehow ugly in her view but the guys couldn't notice. She was freaking out. It seems like she traded the ability to see in that pool to get shiny objects for being pretty. Now she thought she was ugly and there was mud covered all over the shiny objects anyways so it didn't even matter that she had them.

Created Wednesday 11 July 2018

More senseless scraps

Scrap Group 1
Something about living in an apartment. Spooky stuff happens there.

Riding around town during late dusk. My brother, Daly, is driving. I later found we were covered in terrible pustules. To my disgust, Daly started popping a few.

Seinfeld dream. Elaine was taking a bubble bath, indifferent of George and Kramer being in the same room with her. Apparently, they were performing a spell to conjure a wish-making mermaid. They'd supposedly summoned her before, only to have unwittingly wasted their wish. Didn't take long for the mermaid to show up, dark skinned, green tailed, and notably only 2ft long. Once again, the group was about to make a frivolous wish. In this case, to find out who wasted the last one, along with some other random trivia. I jumped in to wish for ultimate magic powers. Before I could test this out, Daly appeared to ask for $10 bucks. This confusing request collapsed the dream.

Felt like I had 2 lucids right after the other.
First might have been a false awakening because I was in my apartment. I thought I heard people talking outside. I looked at the window and thought it was broken. I was worried that my cat might have got out.

Next I was literally flying down a dirt trail somewhere. I noticed rock formations that looked like hands. It was day time then it became evening and as I was still flying I saw lots of birds flying in the distance. During the flying dream I was aware enough to think to myself what I saw so I would remember my flying dream when I woke up.

Trying to get serious about lucid dreaming again.

Fragment 1
I'm Vladimir Putin's daughter. I'm a child, maybe around 11 years old. My father and I are standing on a grass field, the day is grey. A huge truck pulling a wagon with a big rocket (missile?) on it passes in front of us. Putin looks at me, smiles and says: "Trump also has one".

Dream 1: Dish Washing
It's the marriage anniversary of the Queen and her husband. Theres a parade through the city. The Queen and her husband both ride motorcycles in the parade. We arrive at the party venue. I am apparently working in the kitchen. Nobody seems to take care of the dishes, so I start doing this. Through the door I can see a hallway and the entrance to the bathroom. The Queen's husband comes into the hallway and heads towards the bathroom. He looks sick, constipated and he keeps rubbing his thighs. When he returns from the bathroom I ask him if he's okay.

"These trousers are extremely tight!" he says.

He leaves and I keep washing the dishes. I have trouble finding the right trays and making the forks and spoons fit inside the dishwasher. Also the drain is rather clogged. My superviser enters the kitchen and tells me off because some plates are still dirty, even though I didn't even wash them yet. I feel that this is very unfair.

Fragment 2
I'm a young woman who doesn't like the smell of the bug spray I'm using, so I mix it with my perfume. I wonder if it is still effective.

Fragment 3
I'm looking through Dumbledore's desk (very ratty-looking desk btw), searching for something, worrying if he will come back soon.

Fragment 4
I'm attending a lecture. The teacher is my old high school teacher. He's trying to climb over a wooden barrier while teaching. There is a projector screen. He asks me about the meaning of a joke in the film he's teaching on. I see flashes of the film, and of my friend telling the joke. I say the point of the joke is that the guy in the film finds himself. My teacher says: "Yes, but also about his virginity".

I'm suddenly outside the lecture hall. It's a forest with a field in the middle. There's a double wired electric fence around the field. A young boy is playing underneath the wires. I try to persuade him to get out from under there, because my teacher is right now doing something that will turn up the electricity. The boy leaves and I follow him to a clearing containing a car with the trunk open, a man (the boy's father) and a woman (his sister). I feel that these are not good people.

Created Tuesday 10 July 2018

Only got a fragment today...

Scrap Group 1
At a diner with family. I seat myself in the bar table. For some reason, I had a major case of the blues, uncontrollably crying my eyes out in public. I kinda annoyed the server by snatching up a hotdog I didn't order. Later on, I wander around an urban area. There's something about finding a hidden stash of drug money, I think? I wake up thinking I was lucid at some point, but I'm not so certain now...

Created Monday 09 July 2018

Well, it was quite a morning. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Scrap Group 1
Walking around the neighborhood as part of my exercise routine during daytime. I later fly around instead. Several people claimed this was the sign of bad omens, and pressed me to deal with it.

Dream 1 - Eldritch Future Samurai Woman

The visuals were a bit dim. I was driving around an altered version of town during twilight. I stop at a small plaza by 88th St and 97th Ave. Not a few seconds in, I was confronted by an older rural white man, who requested that I leave the area. Although outwardly well mannered, he was seething with contempt. Indeed, he casually produced a less than subtle warning in the form of a shotgun.

Soon, a black sedan pulled up. Out steps a brown haired, light skinned man in a black suit, an intelligence officer, no doubt. In fact, I supposedly served for him as a CI. The agent spoke of a map he'd procured, of which marked the location of an incoming threat. Meanwhile, the old bigot was getting violently impatient. Having bigger things to worry about, the agent and I regrouped at a nearby condo complex to resume our discussion.

Eventually, we departed towards the a bridge in the city's bay, the above mentioned destination. Empty vehicles blocked the road, many appearing worn from years of disuse. Such an eerie sight. Just then, another figure stepped out, a slight Asiatic woman encased in white, futuristic body armor stylized as those of the Samurai. "You have nothing to worry about", she asserts. "The threat has been neutralized".

That's when she revealed eldritch powers of her own. From the depths rose a gigantic, two-headed demon in her likeness, one head black, the other white. The mysterious woman steps inside of it, her body dissolving and melding into the creature. In a similar fashion, the monster ripples out of existence. The alarm then woke me up.

Dream 2 - Assassin Vines

WILD transition in bed. Like usual, I roll off the bed with my eyes closed. It took a lot longer than usual to actually get off the mattress, and an atypical additional two-minutes spent spinning in nothingness before I finally landed on the floor.

Next, I head to the lounge, waiting out some blurriness. I overheard various housemates supposedly up and about, but I ignored that. Anyway, I walk out the front door, only to find an endless hallway where the neighborhood should be. This sight would've collapsed the dream entirely, had I not reacted with thorough hand rubbing.

Once I came to, I find myself outside proper, just past the driveway and on the road, a dawn sky above. I look around, taking in this vivid view. That's when I noticed an odd tree where the swietenia should've been. I approach it for a better look. Although the same height and having similar foliage as the aforementioned tree, its trunk was more similar to that of a palm, being straighter, narrower, and having fuzzy bark.

As in a previous dream, I attempted to shape it in the form of my guide, E. The tree soon giggled. Seconds later, a patch of thorned, half-wilted vines slithered their way from the top, pressing onto me in a most uncomfortable embrace. In response, I Shouted 'Yol Toor Shuul' at these vile orchids, intending to shoot fire at them, only to get a bit of smoke. I then Shouted a desperate 'Fus' as a last resort. The resulting gusts loosened the vines momentarily, allowing me to pull away to safety.

Things destabilized soon afterwards, and the dream ended. DEILD transition one minute later.

Dream 3 - Joy and Violence

Scene 1 - A Touching Moment
Back in bed, eyes shut. While awaiting a transition, I imagined E appearing at my side. Soon enough, I did indeed feel someone tugging at me nearby. No doubt my guide, given her distinct voice and the, uh, abundantly feminine shape I could so plainly sense. We rolled ourselves into an embrace, then into the void. A... shall we say, 'touching', moment followed.

Once settled, the environment began destabilizing. I was sorely disappointed of this. E chuckled. "Don't worry", she said. "Your dream isn't over yet." I was finally able to see her spectral form, only to watch her fade away promptly.

I found myself in a darkened endless plane, beige tiles forming the floor. A figure then popped up ahead of me, a generic 3d model of hairless man in a tux. On a lark, I provoked him into a fight, a good old fashioned brawl. Well, good for me, anyway; the other guy didn't seem to feel the same way. I eventually got the upper hand. As such, the polygon man scurried off.

Just then, someone threw random junk at me from behind and above. I looked back to find a small stone tower, probably only 15 ft in height. Reckoned some Shouts would put a stop to this. I yelled "Fus", but nothing happened. So, I tried "Yol Toor Shuul" again. An unseen heat wave struck the center of the tower. In the blink of an eye, a fiery explosion burst from within, instantly collapsing the structure.

Unknown transition momentarily.

Scene 2 - Hall of the Evil Successor
The visuals were a bit blurred. Still lucid. I had the form of an unknown muscled anime guy. Notably, I controlled him from a 3rd person view, while simultaneously hearing and feeling as if from my own perspective. The sight around me was of a hellish place, a dark hall built of skulls and ruin. Kenshiro was seated on a throne in the distance. Or rather, a corrupt and evil version of the character, a demonic aura emanating from his eyes. Guarding him were the ghosts of some of his most powerful friends and enemies.

Welp, good enough pretext as any for a fight. I rush through the hall, charging through anyone in my path. First up was Shin, who easily fell in one blow. Raoh and Souther then attacked in pair. I darted between their attacks, tripping each of them up before delivering a finishing blow. Next up was Rei, distinctly the only living being there besides Kenshiro himself. He was likewise more durable then the others. It took a rapid barrage of punches to finally bring him down.

Just as the boss fight was a bout to start, the dream suddenly collapsed.

I'm abroad with a group of friends. Initially, it seems like I'm in Russia. First, the idea is that I need to volunteer hours in order to get my CPA. I'm calling this person who is setting up a volunteer event. The message tells me that there is an event from 12-7, the first 30 minutes of which would be training and then the rest would be the event. I get my phone out and do some research to try to figure out what the event actually is. It seems like the event is either a graduation or some sort of ceremony in an old folks home. The building in the picture is pretty beaten up with a green roof and lining. I'm now at the place which seems to be an old factory. I go inside and get the feeling that it is actually more like a hotel in which people are walking up and down the stairs as well as going to do their laundry on one of the floors. I'm hiding for some reason.

The dream goes over to what I believe to be Zagreb, Croatia. I'm standing in the middle of a crowd watching a show. On stage is this one man dressed in an S&M outfit screaming lyrics. There are other women on stage dancing around dressed in the same stuff. I look to my left and see Kolby is there with me. The people on stage are screaming very satanic lyrics which was visibly upsetting Kolby as well as me a little bit. The guy on stage screamed "6 6 and another 6." We're in a crowd but it's more like each person has 2 yards in between one another and looking back I see there's really only about 50 people at the show. A large woman on stage sees Kolby is upset and yells pointing at him. I remember saying out loud "okay I'm not that religious but this is making me uncomfortable too." Kolby leaves. I'm standing there and a girl on the right of me starts telling me that I should come with her to the bars after the show. Another girl on my left says pretty much the same thing. I take note of that and leave.

I find Kolby and JP. I tell them we should go to Split which is a coastal city in Croatia. They agree and we take a ship over really rough water there. We get there and it looks more like Roman ruins with a massive old temple-like cave engraved in a mountain. We go around there and find the actual city on the coast. We were supposed to come with other people but apparently we got an early ship. Now the waters are too rough and it looks like we might be here a while. The city looks sort of like the back alleys of Venice. I'm trying to figure out how we're going to sleep there, looking up hostels on my phone. There's no wifi. I'm looking at an offline map on my phone looking for hostels. I say out loud "I've stayed at this one hostel but it was such a long hike every day." The boys say that they don't really want to stay in a hostel because they need sleep. My friend Jordan comes out of nowhere. I ask her for hostel recommendations and she says "One Hostel." Well that was good enough for me. I follow her directions into an underground space that has 10 or so women sewing or selling items in a shop. I see a sign on the wall that says "One Hostel" along with some other words. Behind a counter is a woman sewing with glasses on, not seeming to pay attention to me. It doesn't seem ideal so I decide to go somewhere else.

Morning of July 8, 2018. Sunday.



In my dream, I am wandering around, uncertain of the nature of my current situation. The setting is an ambiguous blend of King Street (where I have not been at all since 1994), and Stadcor Street (where Zsuzsanna and our family and I have not lived in years). It is rendered in a way that is about fifty percent of each, yet I am not confused by this mix and seem to be walking to where Dennis (half-brother on my mother’s side) used to live.

I walk through a narrow alley toward an area that opens into a vacant parking lot. Three unfamiliar males approach me and I expect trouble. One male presses the small of my back, apparently with a weapon. It does not hurt, but there is a strange sustained sensation that always served before to immediately wake me since early childhood. However, I do not wake from this, though as I am not lucid, I am not aware of what it usually does to me. It happens three different times as I choose to try to walk slowly away to the entrance of another alley on the other side of the parking lot.

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Normally, this back jab event (rendered in dreams in a number of different ways) sends me nearly flying out of bed with its intensity. In this case, it is softer, but still dominates my otherwise illusory physicality. I almost suspect that it did not wake me (though of course I did wake eventually) due to getting older and I wonder if it indicates a biological change, though may possibly be a new form of non-lucid dream control. The parking lot is very common autosymbolism for a specific level of sleep, representing how the body is not typically moving (or is not supposed to be) during REM sleep. It is usually the last setting to be rendered when featured in a dream and I typify it as a liminal space representation (as a parking lot also is in waking life), though not a transitional liminal space buffer as a porch is.

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Morning of July 9, 2018. Monday.



I am in our present home in my dream, though which seems rotated from north to west, perpendicular to its real location on the corner (intersection).

Our youngest son is building a biplane from Lego. However, when I look again, it seems he has changed it so that it is now a building. He is sitting on our youngest daughter’s bed (where he had slept temporarily). I puzzle over this. I visualize the Lego biplane as being vertical and upright, but then consider that I may have only been looking at the “skeletal” foundation of the building (even though it was an actual transformation typical of the dream state).

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This dream is based on very common (an average of more than once per sleep cycle) anticipatory autosymbolism for vestibular system correlation. This does not always result in actual “flight” or a direct change in physicality upon waking (such as a hypnopompic kick or common falling sensation). In this case, with the bed as the literal dream state indicator, with an airplane autosymbolism for physicality in regard to VSC, it simply represents standing up after getting out of bed, though is also an association with our youngest son sometimes standing on this same bed in reality.

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Some previous (posted online) dreams in which a biplane or biplane hang glider has featured include:

Biplane Hang Glider Mishap, February 27, 2016

Biplane in my Pillow, April 4, 2012

Water from a Biplane, December 20, 2010

Biplane Directive, January 2, 1972

They are not as common as other flight symbols (that is, dream state contemporaneous symbolism of VSC, which is usually unrelated to waking life), such as helicopters, of which have featured in hundreds of my dreams since childhood, some featured in my entry “40 Helicopter Dreams”, posted on May 20, 2018.

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Date of Dream: MON 9 JUL - 2018

Dream No. 370 - Separated Sections

Dream 370 A - Very Important Meet-Up
I don't remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, the dream started off in the front outside car park of Endeavour Hills Shopping Centre. Many Killester girls were there, including the ones from my bus run in real life. I got onto the bus and just like in real life, I was helping the bus driver and making sure he was going down the right roads.

The bus drive took almost all day and ended when it was nearing the evening and the sky was turning an orange-pink colour. I forgot where the bus stopped though. The bus driver had pulled over on the side of the road and I let myself out of the bus. The bus still hadn't reached Killester though and so I thought I'd walk the rest of the way.

I was walking along the Princes Highway and was approaching the intersection of Corrigan Road, so I decided to turn down that way. A while down Corrigan road and the neighbourhood started to look slightly different than I remember it being in real life. Eventually, I came across this blue van and there was Murray in his Sly 4 appearance and some other man waiting for me.

I approached the other man and apparently it was the post man. He started talking to me for a while but I forgot what about. Then Murray joined in and was talking to me as well, saying that he and the postman were doing something before and that they were waiting for me. Although I have forgotten what was said, I can recall that it was something very important. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 370 B - Too Good To Be True
I don't remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I was walking along Jacksons road and about half way down, I see this visible light forming into shape and so I stopped; it was Dreamy WB appearing right before my eyes. She had formed into a human figure, in her Oktoberfest outfit, but had a feint glow of white light energy around her.

She came towards me and gently put her hands below the sides of my jaw, pulling me in towards and actually kissing me numerous times! It was almost like smooching but it wasn't lip-to-lip, she was doing in on my forehead. That's all I remember about this dream.

Dream 370 C - Back In High School Days
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at back at Killester and was having Vocal Group in the music rooms with Mrs O'N. I was in the music corridor by myself and was writing the words to the song called “On Holy Ground”, but I wasn't writing the actual words to the song, I was writing my own words to it which really sounded stupid when I sung it, but in the dream I seemed to like it.

I looked over into one of the other rooms and I saw WB in there, sitting for an Arts Committee meeting. In the dream, she was in the leadership committee; she wasn't in real life. She walked past Mr McPh. who was sitting on a rotatable desk chair near the front door to the room and they spoke before she left the room. I wanted to speak to her but she walked by too quickly, and so I thought to myself, “lets get looking!”. Mrs O'N had come past and so I told her I was just going to quickly bail out of Vocal Group for this lunch time.

When I was outside, I saw LB's group of friends sitting somewhere but I didn't see LB with them. I ended up asking Bij., “Where's LB?”, it seems she didn't want to answer me though. I gave her an innocent look like I wanted to know. Bij. then told me that it was a secret. That's when I told Bij., “Trust me! Look, you can tell me anything. I promise I won't share it with anyone else, okay?”. She accepted then and told me that the reason LB wasn't with them is because she had to change subjects. She didn't do well in a subject and so had to change it, but not before she had to face her dad. I then internally thought to myself, “Uh oh, LB's in danger...”.

Eventually, I reached the library and WB came out of the little room where all the mac desktop computers were. She didn't really say anything though and as I realised lunch was about to end, I decided to head back to the music rooms. When there, I came to my senses now and so was literally hoping that the Vocal Group weren't using my silly rendition of “On Holy Ground”. I was relieved when I found them singing the normal version and my sheet was in the bin.

It then became the end of lunch and in this dream, WB was in year 12 but there was a bonus year level above hers that I was in. I went into room KD01 to have classes with the rest of the bonus year level. When the teacher came in, it was this Indian lady that I don't remember seeing in real life. Apparently we were doing what was known as “Advanced VCE, the way the Indians do it”.

Period 5 was maths and so this lady was our maths teacher. She was so strict and what she was writing on the board looked like gibberish to me... I understood nothing. Unfortunately, I actually started to fall asleep in the class and so the lady told me off. I ended up taking points off myself (which will be explained later in the recap). Then this boy TC was also finding it hard to concentrate and so was fiddling with these large random plastic balls taken off an abacus.

The teacher ended up telling TC off and yelling at him harshly as well. So when the teacher continued to talk and explain things to the class, me sitting next to TC, got his attention. I whispered for him to look and then I started writing things on the table with a rainbow texta. I wrote something like “Teacher yelling = 10 points taken away from you”. Apparently each time someone would be told off, I'd take these so called points off them and when they had zero points remaining, they would be knocked out by some anaesthetic in order to permanently sleep so they couldn't get in trouble anymore.

I told TC that I previously took 5 points off myself. I said to him, “The reason I took less off myself is because I have a bigger concentration span, so I can last longer”. I said that I took 10 off him and so if anything else happened, he would be knocked out soon. Class then finished and when I looked at my printed timetable,I discovered that period 6 was supposed to be music with the teacher being AD! Only when it was the start of Period 6, another teacher walked in and so I became confused. Apparently, we were have a mixture of an ethics and homeroom period instead.

The next dream scene took place back in my local area. I was talking a walk around the streets when I decided that I wanted to summon Dreamy WB. The dream stops me at the bottom of the hill where the dream camera zooms into this yellow brick retaining wall to show me a wear sight. All these little people are growing out of the wall but none of them look like Dreamy WB; they were all African though. Some were appearing as boys with not enough hair and others were appearing as girls with too much hair. I decided that I would fuse a group of them together which then gave me an accurate replica of Dreamy WB. The dream then ended there.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (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 370: Results (Competition #5)

370 A
Competition Night: 8
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Murray
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

370 B
Competition Night: 8
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

370 C
Competition Night: 8
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 4.5
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: Murray 370 A (0.5)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Have A Dream Guide Automatically Appear: Dreamy WB 370 B (0.5)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Help Someone In Need (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 20.0
Total Accumulated Points: 24.5

Blue Opossum’s Dream Canon Page 2



Afternoon of July 8, 2018. Sunday.

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.

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Some of the main factors of the dream state (though not inherent to all dreaming and waking transitions) other than literalism:

Unification and coalescence (and in contrast, dream state cessation autosymbolism)

Thinking skills correlation, more so as precursory consciousness testing or initialization

Vestibular system correlation

Liminal space buffering

Subliminal, liminal, and lucid dream state indicators

Ultradian rhythm anticipation (both biological and emotional)

There is more, but I will only address these six in this entry and more in another entry. None of these very common components of the dream state relate to waking life or the concept of symbolism in the non-contemporaneous sense. They are traits of the dreaming and waking process itself. People who have the inability to grasp what dreams are and what they are doing (which ultimately includes the majority of people alive today) will likely not be able to come to terms even with the obvious. One of the reasons I am writing this canon is because I have zero interest in discussing or debating what I already know beyond an iota of doubt. Note that these factors typically combine, depending on the particular dream.

Unification and coalescence is the final part of the waking process. It is simply based on wholeness of consciousness after waking. I typically experience this in my dreams in a number of different ways, the most pleasant autosymbolism of this being the act of hugging (the emergent consciousness factor). Other examples are seeing another dream character being swallowed. (This is a projected form of the “final fate” of the illusory dream self, similar to seeing another dream character fall from a cliff instead of the dream self experiencing the fall.) In contrast to coalescence is dream state cessation autosymbolism, though sometimes these factors are combined. “End of the world” scenarios, a very common form of dream state cessation autosymbolism, seem to occur continuously for many people (regardless of what sort of events or experiences they have had in waking life). Mine are rarely nightmarish. Additionally, it has always been extremely rare for me to “die” in a dream (a result of understanding dream state autosymbolism). “End of the world” dreams begin to occur when a child begins to develop a more complex way of thinking and reasoning and of course, reason is not typically a factor of the dream state, hence this form of cessation autosymbolism.

Thinking skills correlation is a factor of the waking process and its autosymbolism relates to schools, libraries, and technology. Failing a test (or basically even going back to school) in a dream simply means that the subconscious self is not the conscious self as in reality. It goes through the process as autosymbolic of the return to consciousness. There really is not much more to it than that.

Vestibular system correlation is a biological factor of the dream self’s lack of discernment of physicality while not conscious. This is why flying and falling are so common in both lucid and non-lucid dreams. Ultimately, flying is much easier in dreams than walking (or driving a car), as it is the natural discernment of the dream state, as physicality is inherently illusory in the dream state anyway (why dreams of losing teeth are also common). I fly at one point or another in the majority of my dreams. I could be walking along on the sidewalk, become slightly annoyed by environmental factors (such as walking on mud for example, or there being too much traffic around) and easily and automatically take to the air as if it was the most natural thing in the world. My dream self has mostly always held this focus that flying is something that requires no thinking or effort, whereas walking, though typically only in the first dream of virtually every sleep cycle, almost always results in tripping and falling. The transition of rising up and out of a dream is about as common as falling, though each sometimes occurs during the same dream sequences, for example, falling and then suddenly rising up and out of the dream state (which of course renders the assumption of any waking life “meaning” as preposterous). Flying, falling, and rising dreams are far more vivid (as well as more likely to occur) when activity that is more physical (especially walking a considerable distance) has been indulged in during the previous day, though riding in an elevator prior to sleep also augments this factor. The most vivid falling dream I ever had was shortly after riding the log flume ride at Busch Gardens Tampa Bay.

Liminal space buffering (and the preconscious bulwark) is a major factor of non-lucid dream control as well as apex lucidity. This involves mediation and modulation of waking process autosymbolism. The best example is how I use doors (both lucidly and non-lucidly) to deliberately leave the dream state as well as to enhance vividness when a desire for sustaining my dream is present. I have sometimes even pushed an entire wall aside like a sliding door to vivify and sustain the dream state to an extraordinary level. I also summon dream state denizens (angelic servants) from doorways, from behind curtains, from over walls (less common and more difficult), from within walls, and so on (though also typically from rivers, lakes, trees, or waterfalls). Usage of windows for this has proven to be a tad bizarre (probably because windows are usually not used to go in and out of a house in waking life and thus the literalistic factor dominates) and is never recommended. When I attempted to use a window to sustain and vivify my dream on one occasion, the results were unexpected. It resulted in such an exaggerated (though illusory) sense of weight and physicality in almost painfully crawling up and over the bottom of the window to the other side, with my dream then vivified and sustained to such an extent, it is difficult to believe even now. Nevertheless, experience and knowledge is what counts in the end.

Subliminal, liminal, and lucid dream state indicators are very common in my dreams, to where they typically occur at least once per sleep cycle, though as with vestibular system correlation, sometimes in most dreams of a sleep cycle. These factors are typically rendered as literalism, but there are many second level (and third level, etc.) autosymbolic factors. Such features are typically beds, being undressed (including in public), not wearing shoes, being in a bedroom (including in a false awakening), and so on. As it is not biologically possible to be fully unaware of being in REM sleep, I often move through various stages of subliminal, liminal, and lucid awareness of dream state indicators. I will sometimes deliberately (lucidly or semi-lucidly) cause my clothes to vanish (even in a public library where many people are around) because of this, when I want to indulge in lovemaking with Zsuzsanna. In direct contrast, if I am walking in a business building while lucid and my shoes begin to dissolve (because of the recall that I do not wear shoes while I sleep), I lucidly will them back. Beds (and bedrooms) in some cases serve as apex lucidity triggers because of their literal link to the dream state.

Ultradian rhythm anticipation (both biological and emotional) is responsible for dreams of being late or a sustained focus on what time it is. There are many other forms of relevant literalism and autosymbolism, which are too extensive for this entry at this time. The WBTB or “Wake Back to Bed” method of lucid dreaming is a factor based on ultradian rhythm. However, I have never needed any sort of “practice” or any “information” (often of which is based on popular misconceptions about dreams). This is because lucid dreaming, for me, has always been an entirely natural trait since earliest memory (even prenatally, where I still recall making stars and letting them fade and “oscillating” with them as I did so, as well as effortlessly flying and going “back” to my body when I was two and three).

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The factors that I have explained here should all be obvious to anyone of reasonable intelligence. Unfortunately, it is unlikely that the majority of people would favor truth over personal bias or long-held superstition. Most people will still prefer to wear a virtual blindfold through life, especially when it comes to dreams and their legitimate causes, meanings, and effects.

This information can all be experienced and validated (by anyone with a genuine interest in dreams or with any interest in eradicating the virtually endless misconceptions about dreams in today’s society) by way of mastership meditations. For example, the first factor, unification and coalescence, is augmented in waking life by the mirror meditation, where the self is seen in infinite forms in mirrors arranged on the left and right sides (each mirror continuously reflecting the one on the other side, as well as the body reflected infinitely). Then, looking forward into the one mirror facing the body, the one image reflected is the self in unification.

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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.

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Thank you for your time and respect.

This ends Blue Opossum’s Dream Canon Page 2.

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Just got a fragments this time. Bummer...

Log 1165 - Fused Form Paradox Scrap
Created Saturday 07 July 2018

Scrap Group 1
In a mall. Eventually, (SSJB) Vegeta and Goku appeared out of nowhere to fight against fused Zamasu. Extreme property damage ensues. I lost sight of them. All this excitement gets me to change into Vegitto. I flew around to look for Zamasu. I also powered up, but it seemed I couldn't use this form's god energy. Later on, Bulma and some other minor characters confronted me. They claimed I didn't actually shapechange, but rather took possession of such a form from an alternate timeline. And so, they intended to change me back via one of Bulma's gadgets, even if by force. Not feeling ready for that, I turned invisible, then rushed off to hide in a nook. When Bulma passed by, I overloaded the device with an electrical surge, and fled. In an assembly hall, I finally encountered Zamasu. Even without access to my form's full power, I still could hold my own against the mad god.



Log 1166 - Friend's Supposed Place Scrap
Created Sunday 08 July 2018

Scrap Group 1
At a friend's supposed new apartment with Jonathan. Numerous other guests showed up. I got self conscious of my hair. Later on, we decide to go for a car ride. But, all we had was a tiny Beetle. Nowhere near enough space to fit everyone. I opted to just walk home.

I went to bed a little before 9. I found some funny videos online and then played two Pokemon Battles before 8:30 and then got to bed. I didn't do waking life recall.

I remember something about Goku fighting Frieza at the football field. There were more details in these early dreams I didn't re-remember.

I remember something about walking through the woods. And a "Wobbuffet Wall" which was a wall with lots of little places to get a foot or a hand hold and climb up. They were barely an inch wide of surface but I was able to use them to climb. Getting down was tricky. I couldn't get a good footing on the way down.

I remember a part where I got a new laptop. I was trying to dial in to the Saturday W A meeting. I kept telling my sister that I wouldn't be available until after the meeting but she kept trying to talk to me.

I remember something about needing a second access code to enter the meeting. And something about being excluded from "the park". I wanted to get into the meeting but couldn't.

I originally remembered more of these dreams but didn't re-remember them due to mind wandering.

I went back to sleep again, which surprised me. I remember some non-lucid dreams before becoming lucid.

I had a dream that I had started a diet soda habit. I wondered how long it had been since I picked this up. It took me a while to realize that it contained sweeteners. That was when I was in nana's den. I started to worry.

I remember being in the front lawn, doing something with the grass. I was thinking about a beverage that tasted like alcohol but didn't contain any alcohol. And telling people at A A about it. It wasn't non-alcoholic beer, which still contains some alcohol.

I remember packing up to move. I was either at 24 or 15. I had most of my stuff ready to go. My mom said not to hurry because we had a whole year before we had to be fully moved. 'A year?' I thought. 'That's a long time! How did they keep both houses for so long?'

I remember dreaming that I woke up in the back of my dad's van as he drove to work. I thought I had asked him to bring me for the drive. We were on a really windy back road. I wondered if it was safe to drive so fast. We reached a point where some rocks tumbled down, and he had to back out. I used telekinesis to move the rocks off the road, without knowing it was a dream. They were giant boulders.

I remember a false awakening kind of thing. I was looking at my own forehead, and saw that I had many red pimples. I began to count them. There were around 15.

'Is this really my forehead?' I thought. 'Maybe I will try a finger palm test.' Sure enough, my finger went through, and I was lucid in the dream world. There was some plastic on the wall ahead of me. In this beginning part, I couldn't move much. I just stayed still and slightly looked around. Eventually I tried moving and the dream collapsed.

The dream started back up, though. I remember a glass window. There were some asian people in a room, about to be served food. I wanted food. They seemed to be looking at me through the glass. I jumped right through the glass, phasing through it, and that surprised them!

I sat with the two asian people, hoping to be brought food. An older woman brought out two meals. She gave one to one of the people and one to me, but skipped the middle person. I felt bad. The food must have been just for those two, so I got up to go find food elsewhere.

After walking around a little, I found a shopping center kind of thing. For some time, it became a video game interface. I got food, but didn't really experience eating it because it was more of a video game thing.

Then there was something about a history lesson the people there were hiding from me. I didn't push them to tell me. I just went looking for more dream food.

I walked over to an office place with a receptionist desk out front. At the desk there was some kind of clock thing. Two people were waiting for an appointment, a man and a woman. The woman had two plates which each had a big pile of dough balls. One of the sets of dough balls had powdered sugar and the other didn't. I asked for some and she shared. They were delicious!

I was surprised that the dream continued. I had a pull-up competition with a guy accross from me. He started doing them faster than I could, and won the competition.

I think I walked off somewhere down a sidewalk to find more places in the dream and woke up.

I finished the outline around 9:30 A M, meaning I actually slept enough for a change. That last sleep cycle made a big difference. Until today I was having trouble with being up too early and unable to get back to sleep.

I found myself in my old house in father room where my mom and dad were talking. I get up and open the door and close it back once the thought occured that I must be dreaming. I turn around to look at my father as still everything felt real but I knew this was apart of the vivid dream. I open the front door in to the living and approach the back door, the door I use many times to leave the house to begin my lucid dream.

I could see the lock was already unlock which would be odd but this only confirmed to that I was in a dream. I open it and walk out to see that it was maybe night but it was really breath taking. When I look to the dark sky there was 3 suns in the sky in different angles that gave it this solar eclipse look. I walk outside on the grass and immediately saw two men in trench coats walking about to confront each other.

I decided to turn the other way in till my lucidity started to fade and for some reason I got the feeling it would return if I continue the original path I was on. I continue walking that direction in till I step in something that made me realize I was in quick sand. Out of no where not able to tell from their appearance as it was also shrouded in a cowboy hat and trench coat. Said hey Anfernee, I look up and said hello to the person on a horse that was able to float. Then I notice the building they were standing on.

Wasn't able to tell by their voice either if it was a man or a woman. The person ask me if I needed help. I said yes and soon they had this wrench that was quite long brought down to me. I had my hand out and I could tell this person was seriously trying to help me from the quick sand. It was interesting to me to see a dream character care so much about helping me. I was able to get out of it and thank the shrouded person. I then ask how did they know my name.

The person said I don't know this stuff is weird. Lol I understand the feeling. Another person with a cowboy hat appeared to me and I could now see the people faces. It look like I was in a western old style town. Everyone was dress in a old style way. I thought it was cool and I was told by this person to go to the customer serve to identify myself. I did so and notice people taking phone calls and filling out sheets.

I approach one woman talking on the phone but notice she was busy. I decided to walk around to find more available area's in till I false awaken.