Date of Dream: SAT 7 JUL - 2018 All Dream Titles: Dream 369 A - Business Attire On Demand Dream 369 B - Playgroup Pandemonium Dream 369 C - How Christmas Should Be Decorated Dream 369 D - Fly With Me Dream 369 E - Ridiculous VCE Curriculum Dream Title In Summary: Dream - Business Attire On Demand & Playgroup Pandemonium & How Christmas Should Be Decorated & Fly With Me & Ridiculous VCE Curriculum Dream No. 369 - Separated Sections Dream 369 A - Business Attire On Demand I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, it was night time and I was with a group of Killester students on a random beach. Ms Los. was the teacher and she was telling us the line up of activities. She mentioned something about business wear, which I realised I didn't have on me and so I was worried. We were standing in the shallow part of the water when I told her I forgot to wear business clothing. She said something back to me but I forgot what it was fully; she mentioned an incentive for when I did get into some business wear. I entered the cabin area and spoke to some of the girls in there. BK was also in my cabin and so I was talking to him. I then went over to my suitcase to see if I could find anything suitable to wear. After a while, things weren't looking promising and eventually, I came to the conclusion... I had forgotten to pack any form of business clothing altogether. BK was standing nearby and so I gave him a look like “Damn it... Forgot... God help me...”. I then had an idea; although I did think that maybe BK would give me strange looks for doing it and then question my methods. Regardless of any conflicting thoughts, I marched up to the front door of the cabin, slid it open, walked onto the balcony, leant on the rails, looked up into the night sky, and yelled, “Dreamy WB! I forgot to pack some business clothes!”. Out of nowhere a very feint hologram of Dreamy WB in her Oktoberfest outfit appeared and disappeared; then a light blue pencil skirt came plummeting out of the night sky and I caught it. When I got back inside the cabin, no one was in there anymore, I was now by myself and when I looked down, I now saw myself wearing cream coloured ballet flats. I tried to put the skirt on but it wouldn't go past a certain height on my legs, and so another conclusion was made. I'm thinking to myself, “This isn't big enough to fit over my tush”. Inside the cabin, I yelled, “Dreamy WB, the elastic's not big enough!”. I looked down and indeed the skirt's top elastic had extended itself by a centimetre or two, moving itself right in front of my eyes. So now I was able to slide on the skirt and then I put on a plain white t-shirt over the top. The next thing I was looking for was a jacket, so back I went onto the balcony and I yelled, “I need a jacket!”. This time there was no hologram. I was standing patiently, anticipating when the next garment would come. After a few short seconds, a lime-green coloured jacket came flying down at me from nowhere and once again, I caught it. Back in the cabin, I put on the jacket and then judged the outfit. “Hmm, I don't like the skirt”, I thought, “it doesn't sit well on me”. Outside I went again; “Dreamy WB, can I have a skirt to match the jacket?”. What looked like a plain lime-green coloured rag got thrown down at me but when I caught it, it became the shape of a skirt. When I opened the skirt up, I looked up at the sky at disbelief and thought “Dreamy WB what the...? This is too short!”. I was imagining being really harshly told off as the teacher looked up at my tush. For the fourth or fifth time, I went back outside but this time, the dream didn't show what I was asking for. When I came back inside, I had felt a sense of satisfaction which means that Dreamy WB must have gotten the outfit complete for me this time. I was wearing the lime-green jacket on top of a yellow t-shirt, along with a flaring red skirt with a yellow pattern and some yellow shoes. The dream then skipped to the end of the camp. Kids were going to go home by an aeroplane unless their parents came to pick them up early. It was what I dreaded, my parents came for me but not only that, they were looking really angry and there was still two or three days remaining on the camp. I said to them that the camp wasn't finished but they demanded that I come home with them now. I felt weak and helpless and so drooped off after them. In the next scene, it was day time and I was back at home. I was in the backyard and my parents were full-on and yelling really horrible things at me and top volume. In my head, I thought, “Call out for Dreamy WB before it gets worse” but the dream energy would never push me to do so, and so I was oblivious to act in that manner. Instead, I remained quiet and tried my hardest to block out their yelling while they carried on at full steam... The dream made me think that the best approach was to make it look like I wasn't trying to ignore them. The next scene played in the driveway and there was talk about the preparation my dad had to do for his colonoscopy procedure. As much as I wanted to help him, my mind was still set on the previous yelling and so I thought to myself, “you don't deserve my help”. My dad was also speaking in a tone like he was still upset with me. So basically, we still had resentment towards each other. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream 369 B - Playgroup Pandemonium I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in this big place that looked like an American Wall-Mart store but the giant room was empty and it was also carpeted. The floor was divided into smaller squared areas, the boundary indicated by a strip of red carpet and the inside of the square boundary was plain grey carpet. I was holding some food and so wanted to find a place to sit and eat it. I decided I would sit in one of the squared areas and so I sat there with my back against a wall and ate the food. All of a sudden, these little kids started to sit in the square with me but I didn't know why. This young lady with a heavy American accent came up to us and said something like “okay guys, it's time to go back into playgroup”. I grew a look of the biggest shock on my face and I thought to myself, “Shit... This is the playgroup's area...”. I initially didn't think this area belonged to anyone, so I didn't know. I made signs to the lady like I wanted to leave but she wasn't having any of it. She treated me like I was one of the kids and actually physically dragged me into the playgroup classroom when I refused to go myself. The lady then introduced all these kids toys to me and I didn't look the least bit happy. She said something to me like “Now, you've got to count and place all these nine dominoes in a sequence for me”. In the slowest, most frustrated voice, I said “One...”, placed it on the floor “Two...” placed it on the floor, all the way up to the ninth one. I thought the lady would then be done but she wasn't; she was going to get me to do something else after that. I decided I would try and make my exit but change my nature to be subtle about it. I asked her, “Um, can I just go and do something? I promise I'll back, alright?”. I could tell the lady was going to get ready to tell me off but before she could say anything, I called out back to her, “I'll be back, I just need a break” as I was walking towards the door. After I dealt with her, I thought to myself, “When they see her, boy they're gonna feel like melting”... The image I had in my head though was of literal melting. I then thought, if I called out for “Dreamy WB”, they'd become suspicious and know something's up. I decided that instead, I would call for “Miss T” so it sounded like another teacher. I then stuck my head out the door and yelled, “Miss T!” as loud as I could. It felt like a few minutes but nothing happened. So then I went even louder, “Miss T! Get me out of here!”. The dream then showed me sitting on the floor again with the lady, childishly torturing me while I muttered “Miss T... Ugh...”. The dream soon ended though. Dream 369 C - How Christmas Should Be Decorated I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was supposedly in the underground car park of Chadstone Shopping Centre, although it didn't look the same as it does in real life. To start off with, I was walking with Sly, in his Sly 2/3 appearance, and something was going on regarding various disguises. Sly would quickly change in and out of these various disguises but there was mention about me not being able to do disguises or something like that. I then went over to Bentley, in his Sly 2/3 appearance, and walked with him next. We spoke about how he was going to be cut into pieces of some sort. To make it as painless as possible, I told him to turn to a 90 degree angle. At a certain pole of the car park, these little knives were coming towards Bentley and so that's when he followed my instructions and turned to a 90 degree angle. Indeed, he was chopped up into all these little turtle steaks but after a second or two, he reverted back to his whole figure. “Hmm, I'd better go and find Murray”, I said to Bentley. I then saw Murray walking towards me from the other end of the car park in his Sly 4 appearance. We greeted each other and then I walked with him across the car park, with him holding my hand (he wasn't wearing his gloves in this dream), and then into the shopping centre. Inside the shopping centre, Murray was now following behind me and I was leading the way. I took him to the second floor of the shops and I told him “look at this!” at the same time, thinking in my head “you stupid...”, while pointing to the big Christmas tree sticking up from the first floor. The decorations were everywhere and in just about every single colour. The baubles were in blue, purple, pink, red and orange and then there was this red tinsel carelessly wrapped around the tree in a completely non-orderly fashion... I knew these trees were Murray's doing. Murray now had a look on his face like he was completely shamed and embarrassed by his previous efforts. There were many other trees in that area of the shopping centre, decorated in the same fashion and so I told him off big time. There was one tree though that really stood out. It was a darker pine and it was beautifully decorated in a silver and mint colour scheme with no messy tinsel. I pointed to that tree and said to Murray, “Look at the one that Dreamy WB did”. I can't remember anything else about this dream. Dream 369 D - Fly With Me I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in Springvale in front of the Daniel's Donuts shop. There was also Mr G from my primary school and he was talking to some year 12 Killester girls about their upcoming exams. He said arrangements for most exams would stay the same but the biology exam had to be changed because something had happened to the biology teacher. I can't remember what else happened in that scene. In the next scene, I was now on the grounds of Camelot Rise Primary School which in the dream was a high school. It was after school time, classes had finished and so I was looking for WB. I thought I'd go to the side entrance first because that's where the buses usually come but I couldn't see her. I then realised that she may have been at the front entrance and so I rushed in that direction before she was due to leave. When I got there though, she wasn't there. In fact, everyone except her was there and they were all giving me dirty looks. The scene changed to me being in this unknown area but it somewhat felt close by to Jells park. I attached this yellow cape to my back and started flying around on the surrounding roads. I could soon feel the presence of the real WB nearby and so I slowly transformed into a giant and greeted WB when she came. She was as tiny as an ant in this dream. I invited her to hop onto my back so I could fly her around for a bit. As she was getting onto my cape, sitting on it like a hammock, that dream ended. Dream 369 E - Ridiculous VCE Curriculum I don't remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, my brother was in an unknown area and he was talking to no one in particular. He said that his workplace had given him a pay bonus, allowing him to re-enter year 12 VCE for a short amount of time so he could try for a better ATAR. Apparently, he elected to do his second attempt of year 12 at Mulgrave Primary School, which in this dream was a co-ed prep to year 12 school. The next scene occurred when he and I were home and I walked past him doing his art homework. I asked him about his year 12 and he said that he had so much homework. He stated that he couldn't pick the subjects and rather the school had picked them for him. He was doing Art, Vis Com, Math Methods, Further Maths and English. In my head I'm thinking, “Two folio subjects...!” He said that he had too much to do on his Vis Com homework. I asked him who his Vis Com teacher was and he said Mrs Parr. The last scene took place just in front of the school but he was talking to me this time rather than to nobody. I asked him if he was going to finish the whole year but he said that he couldn't; his workplace would only allow him to do one month of VCE. I thought that was logical otherwise the workplace would never get him back. The dream 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 accordance to the "shared dreaming experiment" proceed on locating the moon (Achieved? CANCELLED -> The Shared Dreaming Experiment seems to no longer be locatable on the DV forums, therefore it has been abolished until further notice) - In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No) Dream 369: Results (Competition #5) 369 A Competition Night: 6 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 369 B Competition Night: 6 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 369 C Competition Night: 6 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Murray Emergency Team: Sly & Bentley Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 369 D Competition Night: 6 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 369 E Competition Night: 6 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 10.5 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0) - Summon A Dream Guide: 369 A (1.0) - Fly: 369 D (1.0) - Transform/Shapeshift Partial: 369 D, Became Giant (0.5) + Previous Total: 9.5 Total Accumulated Points: 20.0 I am not joking when I say that it took me about 4 - 5 hours to write this all down properly. In case I lag in activity on DV (being only a few days mind you), my computer crashed almost 10 times yesterday, so I think it's almost time for a new one (this HP is 11 years old, older than my cat!). This is really weird, I only remember dreams 369 A, C and D this morning. I remembered B a couple of hours later and then I recalled that E existed only 1 hour ago!!
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Blue Opossum’s Dream Canon Page 1 Afternoon of July 7, 2018. Saturday. 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. What my dreams mainly render: Autosymbolism Literalism What my dreams do NOT viably render: Symbolism (in the conventional or non-concurrent sense) Please note that any usage of variations of the word “symbol” in my online journal is in reference to autosymbolism (contemporaneous symbolism of the transient dream self of which typically represents the dreaming and waking process itself or subliminal, liminal, or lucid affirmations). For example, “water symbolizing sleep” and “doorway waking symbolism” signifies dream state autosymbolism, not symbolism as implied correlation with waking life (as water neither symbolizes sleep in waking life nor can one walk through a doorway and end up in another realm or with a different state of awareness in waking life). I have recently considered eradicating (editing out) all forms of “symbol” (other than forms using “auto” or as paired with “contemporaneous”) to avoid public misconception about my knowledge or experience or the assumption that I either believe in or accept “dream interpretation” (in the two most common usages of the term) of which I do NOT (and never have, even in childhood). Neither non-contemporaneous symbolism nor reading in the non-lucid dream state is either consistently feasible or sustainable. However, reading, as with either discernible print or as implied perception of words and sentences as such, is certainly possible and even common (for people such as me) in dreams, but is typically transient and unstable. (Handwriting or print usually changes in dreams as I focus on it or look away and back again, though not always, as it depends on the specific extent of liminal consciousness.) Additionally, it is obviously possible to be subliminally, liminally, or lucidly influenced by inherently spurious “dream dictionary” content. This certainly does not mean that the implied “meaning” or “interpretation” is valid in any way any more than fictitious content from a movie influences or is rendered into a dream. What my dreams typically have: Verifiable causes Verifiable meanings Effects Inexplicable (by present era consensus) factors such as literal prescience or transpersonal communication What my dreams typically do NOT have: Interpretations, by way of either of the two main fallicious usages of the term: Superstition, folklore, or “old wives’ tales” (examples being so-called dream dictionaries or the majority of New Age sources and virtually all websites) Psychobabble (any form of psychoanalysis, including both “credible” psychology and pseudo-psychology) Where my dreams come from or via: Preconscious (both personal and transpersonal), by way of RAS (reticular activating system) mediation and modulation. Interconsciousness (both personal and transpersonal) Emergent Consciousness Biological factors (two examples being vestibular system correlation and ultradian rhythm) Where my dreams do NOT come from or via: Unconscious mind (unless concurrently biological or biologically premonitory) Subconscious If dreams came from or via the unconscious mind, they would mainly occur in slow-wave sleep, not REM sleep. The subconscious (which is not a “mind”) has no viable intelligence, critical discernment, temporality (viable discernment of time), or consistent or correlating spatial orientation. Obviously, the preconscious utilizes content from the unconscious mind (as well as the interconsciousness and emergent consciousness) but unlike with the conscious self in waking life, it is unlikely to be accurate, to prevent false memories from resulting (though this applies mostly to only non-lucid dreaming and does not wholly apply to inexplicable factors such as remote viewing or prescience). However, whether or not this biologically evolved or is ultimately a result of incidental synaptic XOR gating is presently unresolved. What my dream self is: Subconscious, personified Witness to the Transpersonal Source (non-local consciousness; biological intelligence; interconsciousness) Emergent Consciousness (in ordinary lucidity) Virtual Model of the Conscious Self Identity (in the highest levels of lucidity only) What my dream self is NOT: A viable model of the conscious self as in current waking life (primarily only in non-lucidity) 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 1.
I am 35 weeks pregnant and my dreams have become extremely vivid. Although I have not been lucid in a very long time I have not been writing my dreams or doing any lucid exercises to help myself become lucid. That being said I thought I should log this one. Everyone is being held in the old world. Its dark not only in color but in feeling. Everything has a grey hue, its crowded, there is a feeling of a void. I’m inline to travel it feels like a boarder crossing. I have my passport and correct documents along with my husband. When I get to the front of the line a man (guard) in what looks to be futuristic military ware puts his hands on my head. I look at him as he does this. I don’t back away but feel confident but confused. I have only love in my heart. He says “You may pass”. My husband is also aloud to pass. As I walk down this huge white stairway into this new world. It is much brighter from where I just came. I hear people talking about insects and love. About respecting all life. I now see what is being created. A new world of compassion. But I also remember a young man who has a gun in this new world and shoots someone. How did he pass? It’s a new world of compassion.
Created Friday 06 July 2018 Got a fragment and a brief DILD to note. Scrap Group 1 Riding in a crowded vehicle. A cousin was there. Working in my old job at the gas station. Had trouble reloading some new coffee machines. At the register, a teenaged girl handed me a suspicious credit cart. The back was blank, while the front had a picture of herself, and, more pertinently, my name (last name first). No doubt this was a dream. Rubbed my fingers on the card and shouted to affirm the state. I then tried changing the girl into my guide, E, but the dream collapsed.
Sprry I haven't posted in so long. I still have recall issues and motivation issues. Here are some dreams I recall over the week. Strange Just a dream where everything is sped up. There is driving out in the country side, Going to towns like didsbury and olds. Jamie is outside the dream bubble trying to pry herself in. Sometimes it's like she's projected into the dream. Jamie again A dream where Jamie is driving me around the same area. She keeps taking wrong turns I tell her we're on our way to see my dad an my brother. She violently turns the car around again and says, "Those people are horrible to you! We are NOT going there!" I appreciate she is trying to protect me. But i try and explain I still visit them at least once a year shortly. Very short Lucid I'm with my brother running outside. I start making ramps like in fortnite This makes me lucid for a while but I just let the dream play out. Gary Some dream where I run into my old friend from chilliwack, Gary. We are in some random house, can't tell if it's his or mine. I am trying to tell him I just had a binch of dreams with him in it, but he's shrugging them off. Argument I was in some clubhouse where all these strange old men were. One tall guy with a really fake wig starts yelling at me about something. He is scary I yell at him back but can't remember what about. Field Just a dream of walking in a tall grass field in the summer time. There are all these flowers a bit like sunflowers around.
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There was a shooting. I approached a wounded enemy gunman, who was squirming on the ground, and shot him in the head with a revolver. I knew I had to save bullets for an encounter with a monster later. There was another enemy with a gun in the distance. I think he shot one of my allies (a girl?). Or he could have been the monster but shapeshifted into the form of a man.
Morning of July 6, 2018. Friday. Dream #: 18,827-02. Reading time: 1 min 12 sec. While dreaming, I was aware of workers arriving, in reality, to work on our new fence (which has been drawn out over several weeks, so we did not expect them to show up this morning). The noise enters my dream at times, creating a typical imaginary intruder scenario, where the men seem to be walking around in our house as we sleep. As it becomes quieter, my dream transitions into a pre-liminal mode where a fence defines the virtual division between dream space and the threshold of potential consciousness. The preconscious avatar (or cerebral sleep-wake manager, as an unknown male) starts talking about our new fence, which I see has gaps (that is, not a privacy fence of the type they had been building in reality) and different from the previous front ones (that were also solid) of the other houses. There is an intriguing conversation that makes no sense, though my dream self perceives it as having validity. He talks to me about painting the bars green so they match the lawn, which would supposedly render our house as invisible from that angle from the public footpath and street. Despite how ridiculous it sounds, my dream self perceives it as possible. A member of the public walking past our house would see our lawn and fence bars at the same time, and it would seem to them like a solid wall. They did build an open fence after having spent time on the high privacy fence at the beginning, which makes no sense, especially as they took the privacy fences down from the other two houses and replaced them with the type from my dream. I could consider this as precognitive, but since the workers knew what they would be doing, telepathy (for lack of a better word) is more probable.
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Date of Dream: FRI 6 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 368 - Seperated Sections Dream 368 A - Where Is She Now I don't remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I was talking to the real WB but it didn't feel like she was in a good mood in this dream. Apparently, she had applied and gotten into a course at RMIT university. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream 368 B - Welcoming Trickery I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was accompanying Sly and Murray on a job. They boarded a plane and a green masked guy that looked like Captain Quark from the Ratchet and Clank series was welcoming on board but I felt, from my energy, that there was something dodgy about him. Once Sly and Murray were on board (I was no longer in the scene and rather the dream was playing from third person perspective), Quark gently hushed them and then grew a particularly evil frown with a grin, slashing a black and yellow tap across them and imprisoning them along with the other passengers! I was shocked at the scene I was witnessing and I thought to myself, “What the... Thank God I didn't go with them”. The dream actually now showed me with Bentley and this unknown dream character dressed in orange. Though, Bentley was changed to be a female, now matching the gender of the orange character but I have forgotten “Betty's” exact appearance. Someone else came into the scene and the orange dream character got all excited, apparently the newcomer was her (the orange character's) sister named Gabby. After welcoming Gabby, I quickly interrupted. Speaking to Gabby, I said, “That's all good you've gotten to speak to each other but there's an Australian celebrity coming. I need you to change this whole room to be an electric blue”. Apparently I was actually referring to Sly. The room was currently orange and green to match the current dream characters. Gabby had walked into the room though and the transformation had began. The façade was now light up in a very vibrant blue colour to be a match for Sly's arrival. 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? Partially) - Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No) - In accordance to the "shared dreaming experiment" proceed on locating the moon (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 368: Results (Competition #5) 368 A Competition Night: 5 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 368 B Competition Night: 5 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 1.5 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) + Previous Total: 8.0 Total Accumulated Points: 9.5 NOTE: There was no mention of Bentley's identity in the dream. It's only after I woke up that I realised it was a female version of Bentley. Betty is what I think the female alternate name of Bentley. So "Betty" is a custom added name to make the journal entry flow well.
I went to bed around 8:30 P M after 4 episodes of DB Super and a long round of Pokemon Battles. I tried to meditate a little before going to sleep. The first time I woke up, I had some dream recall. I remembered some earlier parts but couldn't re-remember them later. Because my re-remembering is not working, I might need ot start writing them throughout the night, each time I wake up. Where my memory starts, I am in an auditorium. It is some kind of recovery meeting. The dog from my college house, L, comes and puts her feet on everyone in my row, one at a time, and eventually gets to me. It is a way of greeting us. From behind me, I can hear M R say, "The big book is the real recovery book." It is supposed to be more of an A C A meeting so I get pretty ticked off. I say, "I hate that A A big book. The A C A red book is the real recovery book." I remember a passage from there that talked about staying calm and riding out the storms of early sobriety. A B was saying how he accidentally had a slip last night, so he came back to the meeting. He said some people get sober by necesity and some get sober by their intention. I remember at the end of the first round of dreams, I was driving to a restaurant. I was with someone else. We were going to a sushi place. We stopped at a smaller sushi place but then left to get to the big restaurant place. As we drove, we got to a 3 way intersection which came to a T. People began closing in on us from each side. We had no where to go. As they closed in on us, I woke up. I got up to use the rest room that time. When I laid back down, I could re-play the dreams in my mind and try to form a memory of them. Luckily I re-remembered some later. From the next round of dreams, I remember a T I song. I forgot the words, but he had multi-syllable rhymes. I was reading the lyrics as I heard the song. The rhymes were pretty good. I remember stuff with people from my college house. I remember a part with a side scroller game. The platforms were black. J R was going along the platforms. At the end, there were some tilted platforms he had to jump between. They were too slippery. I suggested he add some grip tape. When I went to add the grip tape, it kept sliding off anyway. There was nothing to stick the grip tape to the platform. I remember being in town near the A T M and food store, trying to call my dad. I am not sure why I was trying to call him. I remember a restaurant. The owner or manager went to the back with his son to take a break. He said that we could serve ourselves. There were shellfish and donuts. I got a donut that looked to be filled with icing. G F commented that my donut must be creme filled but his didn't seem to be. I wondered if the donuts would taste like shell fish. I think E S was there. I forgot the ending of those dreams. I remembered those dreams the least. I must have gone back to sleep the soonest. I remember dreaming of pizza boxes. Some pizza boxes were open. I remember someone said to keep them closed so that the pizza would stay warm. Due to less air exposure. I remember going to some kind of class at a gym. A girl in the locker room was putting her yogurt in her locker until after the class. When I tried to tell her that it wasn't safe to leave it out so long, she said, "It's only a minute." But really, it wasn't! She needed to put that yogurt in the fridge. I remember a part when I was at a gym. I was pacing around near the machines, probably between sets. A guy there asked me something like, "Are you okay?" I said that I was fine but my shoulder was just not doing well today. Then some people appeared who seemed important. The scene shifted to being in a food court. I saw the guy standing by their table like they were important. "Get us some chips," the one guy said. So he ran off to get them chips. Then he got back and they ate the chips. "If we have all this power, to manifest anything at will, why did we just ask that guy to get us chips?" the one on the left said. The guy on the right responded something about pretending to have to live within the limitations of this world some times. I didn't know it was a dream. I was really convinced that these were people who had gained lots of power. I remember being in a class room. There was a song on a youtube video and the chalk board. It mentioned alcoholism, a higher power, and some other concepts. One line said that there must be a future, because if someone touches a power line, people get sick. I remember seeing someone talk to their girlfriend. They said they would make sure to stay up late so they could spend time with their girlfriend. "I will sleep more during the day so I can be up at night," he said. I guess she had a late work schedule. He said that sleep makes him evil. That bothered me because it is a negative view of sleep. I try to see sleep as a positive thing. I don't think any harm can come from sleep, while lots of harm can come from a deficit of sleep. I've had trouble sleeping for most of my life so I need all the encouragement to sleep I can get. I am aware that some people have a really easy time sleeping as much as they want, and wish they could be awake more often. I remember something in nana's living room. R K was fighting with a teacher. The teacher tried to pull me to her side. I also remember being in town and R K seemed to get along with N R. It was late and people were out drinking. I think I saw a van and thought of going to sleep. I remember the front of C L's house. He had some garbage out front. It looked all burnt up. I remember L K talking with me. She said sometimes she smokes. I told her that's bad, and she tried to minimize the harm of it. I continued to push the concept that the smoke travels over 50 feet and infects everyone around. There is no safe level of exposure. And so on. She wouldn't really listen. Then, she was fighting with someone else over some cookies that were at the table in front of me. To spite her, I threw the cookies over the fence. Then there was a thing about how the neighbor's dog would be eating play dough if we didn't pick them up. But I felt so angry that I didn't go to pick them up right away. I knew I could just reach over with the grabber but was feeling stubborn. I remember S S was in this next part. I was trying to fashion an angled platform. I had this metal platform thing and bent it all up. S S came out to bend it back. I remember people walking down an aisle. Gandalf played music on a keyboard kind of thing, and sung. There was a poster with folding panels that swung around. Some panels were behind the others. I think the performance was for some kind of royal people. I remember the dream came back around to picking up the play dough from the other side of the fence. My dad was out there. To get a sense of how to reach over, I went on google images, and tried to see an overhead view of my neighborhood. I showed my dad the old pictures from before the deck was built. He was right near the part of the fence where the play dough was. I didn't want him to know what I was doing. I tried to discreetly get the play dough. I woke up, took my supplements, but couldn't sleep again. Maybe it was the heat. It's only 6:44 A M so that seems a little too early to be up.
Created Thursday 05 July 2018 Got a decent DILD and two fragments to note. I probably could've remembered more of the last fragment, if I wasn't so distracted. Scrap Group 1 At home. I was 'daydreaming' about my guide, E. Suddenly, I was in the shower with her as a tiny figure, almost accidentally getting myself squashed. That cat then woke me up. Dream 1 - Unusual Sense of Fulfillment Scene 1 - Happiness Without Success (and Some Bumps) The visuals were dim. I falsely awaken in bed in the middle of the night. Got up and went to the lounge, where I realized the dream. But, I was too exhausted to continue, and dropped dead on the floor. Rewind with rapid awareness. I get up and head to the front door. Tried just walking right through, but couldn't. Things were hazing up. I pretty much banged my head on the door for half a minute before I simply opened it. Upon taking one step outside, I began to thoroughly rub my hands/the environment, going on for a minute for absolute certainty. This gave me extreme clarity and stability within this state. I slowly walk out of the complex. While sightseeing, I attempted various personal tasks/stunts. No luck with any of them, save for unexpectedly finding that I was then fully dressed in casual wear. And yet, I felt oddly content, perhaps even fulfilled. After a simple 5-minute stroll through part of the block, I decided to head back home and go straight to bed. Home again. Awareness lost. I rummaged around in the kitchen, when I heard someone knocking on the door. My brother, Theseus appeared from upstairs to answer. There, I overheard him loudly arguing with supposed neighbor's of ours. I ignored most of this. Later, I walk out the place again. Seeing myself in underwear granted me awareness. That's when my 'neighbors' directed their gripes at me. They complained that my previous walk frightened their grandson, of whom was playing outside. Why a kid would be doing such in the middle of the night is beyond me. Anyway, I assured them the impossibility of such, what with it being my dream, and all, and headed back inside. They responded with nasty insinuations of my character, greatly upsetting me. Things get unclear. Lost lucidity. I complain about the above with my siblings. This looped back, along with part of the stroll. There's thoughts of having revenge against those neighbors, if not acting out on such. Unknown transition. Possible reentry. Scene 2 - Come Fly With Me Similar visuals as above. I was walking around the neighborhood, this time accompanied with my brother, Adrian. Soon, I noticed the last parts of "Come Fly With Me" sounding in the backward, instantly resparking awareness. Per the song's title, I grabbed my bro, then flew us past the trees and far above into the night sky. Not too clear on other things. I know I head west, and probably mention a trip to the water park. Unknown transition. Scene 3 - "Showing Off to Grandma" The visuals were brighter but slightly blurrier. I was in a forested area, hurrying through a daytime thunderstorm. Adrian was with me yet again. Soon, we arrived at the side entrance of a mansion, supposedly a place we occupied. We take a moment to take off and rinse our outer garments before entering. Something about this retriggers awareness. We look around the place, passing an entire banquet hall, as well as a space filled with mannequins in fancy late 19th century wear. Then, while turning a corner, I met up with my long deceased great grandma, who appeared far more active and in better health than I'd ever seen her. This gets me to float around in a meditative pose, though with some difficulty. Mom then appeared, and feigns outrage at my "showing off to grandma". The dream collapsed soon after. Scrap Group 2 Playing through and reviewing a CPS2 Marvel game. Marvel Super Heroes, maybe?
Updated 07-07-2018 at 03:35 AM by 89930
Morning of June 30, 2018. Saturday. The setting is unknown but implied to be our present home. I had been given an audio tape with music on it, from an unknown young male. Zsuzsanna is present. The music is like a mix of dub and progressive rock and has a science-fiction theme. The tape is about as wide as reel-to-reel tape. It is shiny white but otherwise has the same texture. I attempt to play it by putting it in a large device in which one end of the tape goes up at an angle, about a foot away, onto what looks like an oversized spool for a sewing machine. This is set up inside a cupboard near floor level. It plays at times but keeps getting jammed. I notice that it is irregularly encircling the higher spool to my right. The rest of the audio tape in transit is not touching anything as it winds around the higher spool from the other part of whatever I am using to “play” its audio. I get annoyed, take it out, and realize that it will not play correctly, as it has a buildup of gray spots on it, which I call “gray oxide”. I am slightly annoyed at being given a older audio tape that will not play correctly.
I'm walking around a house when I become aware that I'm dreaming. I remember the task, "Declare that clapping your hands always changes one fundamental rule of the world. Test it out until you have visible results." I give my declaration and begin clapping while continuing to walk. At first, nothing happens. Then, I notice that every time I move, a trail is left behind for a few seconds before disappearing. I continue clapping and find I can walk through objects with no resistance. I continue walking and walk into a bathroom and look into the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I begin losing lucidity as my appearance begins morphing into an increasingly frightening image.
I've been tripping balls for much of the morning/noon but remember almost none of those dreams. The first 'episode' I had was when I saw a street scene (a vision, nothing happened and I wasn't there physically) at what I knew was the sea. Like, the coast of Belgium. Probably somewhere between Blankenberge and Knokke. In the second dream, I walked onto my balcony, which was covered in snow. I briefly wondered why there was snow in the middle of summer, but I didn't care too much. I noticed when I picked up some snow, I did not feel the cold. I proceeded to rub snow all over my body (I was bare chested, it's hot as hell right now) and noticed I couldn't feel anything at all. It felt amazing.
1,464 Words. I slept surprisingly well. I went to bed around 9 and didn't hear a single fire work all night. I watched the third Hobbit movie before bed and ended up finishing the whole thing. I did some waking life recall afterward. My dream recall still felt low tonight. I remembered something from my first round of dreams but couldn't re-remember it. I remember something about only being able to sign in from 9 P M to 4 A M. There was something with a vending machine. There was more to this. It was some kind of school or job thing. I don't rememeber now. I remember getting to my cousin J's house. I was at the back sliding door with some other people, waiting to be let in. I was with Uncle R and some others. One of them just let themselves in. I wasn't planning on being so bold. The house was arranged with 5 beds. One in the center and one in each of the 4 corners. Behind each bed in the corner, there was a fireplace, which had a fire going. The ceiling was opened to the sky. When I mentioned it, they showed me that they could pull some kind of fence thing over it to close it. I remember laying on one of the couches upside down, on a comfortable cushion, talking to some people there. We were asked by someone like M S's mom to go pick up some black vinyl tape and labels from the store. So, we went there. We got just one roll of the black vinyl tape, but they wanted more. So, we went back to get 4 more. I realized I had put a different name on the labels than they had asked. It was because the default name on the labels hadn't changed. 'Oops!' I thought. There were some bird house things we could clean to earn some money. I tried to do it. There was gunk all over the sides. Someone said we didn't get paid to clean that part. I remember a girl near a fence. I forgot if she was calling for help or trying to re-join us. 3 guys on the other side of the fence approached her. They got under the fence and captured her. I think I woke up around then, used the rest room, and took some supplements. I tried to form some memories of the dreams and fell back asleep pretty quickly. I remember being out kind of late. I was playing Pokemon battles. Near each of my Pokemon, the speed stat was listed. I noticed I had 2 Pokemon with 238 speed, which is relatively high. Their speed was lower. They had a Lugia who could cut half its HP and get some kind of power boost. They used it on one of my Pokemon, but I knew they couldn't do it again. Well, I feared they would Roost off the damage and do it again if I didn't take the chance to defeat Lugia. I sent in someone faster. Suddenly, they had a new Pokemon out. It was a dragon type with 100% HP. I looked through my moves, knowing I was dragon type, too. 'Oh no!' I thought. 'No dragon moves!' Then I saw it. A special 105 base power dragon move. 'Lets try it!' I said to myself, knowing that if it didn't do 100% damage, I'd have to take one of their dragon moves in return. It was like the last few percent points of their HP hesitated to go down. But they went down to 0%. I was so relieved. I think after that, Lugia was their last Pokemon, and it was easier to defeat, having much more speed. I remember thinking about or seeing a card game. I was thinking of some kind of endure-reversal stategy, but using cards. I think I had a Marowak card. I ahd been borrowing someone else's Pokemon. They offered me some more Pokemon to continue battling. I wanted to keep battling, but I realized I had already had soda and tea, so I didn't want any more beverages like that. "I just need to brush my teeth and get a water," I said. It was almost bed time anyway. I went to do that, hoping they would wait for me. When I walked into the other room, it was like the dining room in my college house. They were calling someone on the couch "William Hung" and saying that he had a lot of facebook friends. But they were kind of mocking him. I went back to the kitchen, and W H was at the door. He said he would give out free Pokemon cards. I just had to fill out a form. He showed me the form. It was kind of lengthy. It had a place for my social security number, but with four spaces instead of three. When I told him I might need more time, he eliminated part of the form, leaving me only with a questionnaire page. I remember W H lit an indoor vapor poison thing and it lit up blue at the end. I thought it was a regular poison thing and tried to grab it from him, to put it out. When I grabbed it, I could feel that it was more solid, like a pencil, because it was the vaporizing kind. We fought about it. I remember looking at the water dispensers on the silver fridge. I said even vaporizing poison indoors spreads toxins, even if it doesn't smell. I remember they went on some elevator things. They were doing some kind of space mission or research. I remember spying on J V as he poured a cup of coffee. I wondered what kind of sweeteners he would use. Because his dad was a dentist, it seemed like he was hiding the sweeteners. I imagined a white sugar or artificial sweetener packet. He kept trying to make sure no one saw. I remember something with vaccuums. I used one vaccuum to clean up all this gunk. But then the vaccuum was leaking, so I had to use another vaccuum to clean up after that vaccuum. I vaccuumed out the inside of one vaccuum with the other vaccuum. I remember a dream scene where I was looking at dollar bills. I was commenting on how they look very old fashioned. I didn't realize that was a dream memory until this morning. I thought it was waking life. I remember Bilbo stowing away in someone's luggage. When they got to the person's house, Bilbo was talking to himself. "What do they see?" He asked. "My behavior." So his plan was to use his behavior to deceive whoever it was. He wanted to leave before they found him, but then they found him. The person thought it was funny that Bilbo had stowed away in their luggage. I remember a drawing I had made. It seemed special. I wanted to take a picture of it. I tried lighting up my camera and using a flash on my phone. I remember angling my head to look past the camera. I was thinking, 'Wait, no, I have to look through the camera to see what I'm photographing.' I remember lots of slush in the driveway. It was morning. Some people wanted help from a young girl there. I guess I was supervising the kids. I pushed the slush around in the driveway. It felt like moving all the slush would take forever. Well, that was it for tonight. I wonder if I need to start writing the dreams before going back to sleep again. Or if its something in my waking life practices.
Morning of July 5, 2018. Thursday. I am again living on Barolin Street (with minimal threads of my conscious self identity). I am giving a speech across from the Barolin Street house (which is no longer there in reality), slightly north of it. I am standing at an outdoor lectern. There is a small audience of perhaps twenty people. (This dream, like a number of other dreams, illogically has the lectern or podium near the street and facing the street, with people implied to be on or near the street rather than in a yard, where it would be more logical. However, this is more about the autosymbolism of a street being more relevant to the dreaming and waking process.) I get into a very long speech about dreams and their nature (without attaining active lucidity). I explain how I cannot accept that people really believe in “interpretation” in the conventional sense (especially from another person). I relate the falsehoods of psychoanalysis and the great fraud of Sigmund Freud, explaining my view that he was the greatest and most despicable con artist of all time. (Freud and his associates coldly and cruelly rejected Jung and Silberer, hindering a greater understanding of our psyche.) I include the detail of how Herbert Silberer, who at least knew that hypnagogic dreams are autosymbolic (even though normal REM dreams typically are as well), hung himself because of this conspiracy and how the game of “interpretation” (in its two main fallacious forms) has dumbed people down ever since (other than those like me who understood dreams from a very early age, as well as created and controlled them to an extent). It is an example of the “Barolin effect”, I say. Later, I realize that it is supposed to be “Barnum effect” not “Barolin effect”. I decide to inconspicuously correct myself while on another subject. However, I end up saying “Barolin effect” again, but no one seems to notice or acknowledge my error. Looking across the street, I see the somewhat deranged and confused ex-alcoholic that lived in the halfway house near us in real life years ago. I then decide that “Barolin effect” is suitable to describe such people. Curiously, I was also subliminally aware that P.T. Barnum was apparently born on today’s date in 1910.
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