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So I'm on this train. It's like an old western cowboy train..and I got all these backpacks..full of god knows what. For some reason they were important. The train stops and it is time for me to get off, it's in a big city in modern times...with a steam engine train..go figure..So I got like 12 backpacks and they are too heavy to carry, I get like 3 of them off the train before it starts moving. I'm hauling ass and throwing the backpacks out the windows.. then the train gets too far and I realize I just ditched all my backpacks in the city and homeless people think it's a U.N. supply air drop and they are stealing all my shit. Last thing I remember was screaming "Fuck! My backpacks!" Never knew what was even in them.

Morning of June 18, 2018. Monday.



I titled this dream “The Second Storm” because of it being from a literal thread of my conscious self identity in vague recall of the storm that tore our roof apart in November of last year. However, our home is rendered as the Cubitis house (where I have not lived since 1978) rather than our present home. In this dream, I become aware of the cyclone or hurricane approaching. I am not as afraid as I would be in waking life. Zsuzsanna is present. It seems to be late morning.

Mainly, I am near the doorway of my bedroom (as in Cubitis). Rather than the roof coming off this time, sections of the southwest area of the south wall, closer to the ceiling, are partially destroyed, leaving a couple irregular holes. A small pine tree is carried through the hole in the wall (though this would not be possible in reality regarding the size of the hole) and blown through my room mostly in an upright (vertical) position, in slow motion, as are a few branches from other trees. I do not think the house will be destroyed. Blue sky and white clouds can be seen through the holes rather than signs of a storm. The roof stays on. I am soon aware that the storm is over and wake shortly after this.

Morning of June 18, 2018. Monday.



In my last dream of today, I enter a short but very vivid scene. I find myself back on the second floor of the King Street mansion, with no memory of my present life other than a subtle recall of Zsuzsanna being my wife. It seems to be the middle room of the east side of the house, where I once lived in real life. Moments before, I had full memory in partial wakefulness of where I was, but this is completely lost upon my short return to sleep.

The room’s west wall is deeper into the room than the doorway, resulting in a short wall to the right of the doorway when entering the room (a fictitious feature which my dream self does not recognize as wrong). I notice an irregular hole in this wall of which is about a foot above the floor. This puzzles me. Over time, I start to realize that something inside the wall is on fire. It relates to the electricity. Smoke billows from the corner of the wall for a short time (which of course would not be possible as the bottom of the wall is solid to the floor). I sense that the wiring, farther inside from the wall’s outer surface, is on fire. I look at the hole and see it is somehow growing (though is not visibly on fire). (This does not make any sense, as is often the case with dreams. If the wiring is burning, farther back from the wall as such, how could the hole being growing larger on its own?)

The hole grows downward, elongating and curving right, and soon resembles a reverse J-shape. The hole grows bigger, with a slight sizzling sound. It does not expand outward much, but “burns” downward (yet with no sign of flames) in a line. I decide I need to turn the light off. I flick the switch off and immediately wake.

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A light switch, as with a door, is autosymbolism for reticular activating system mediation of the sleeping and waking process. Typically light, lightning, and fire are consciousness augmentation and initiating the waking process. (Even in real life, if I accidentally drop something on my foot and become suddenly more aware, I will “see lightning”.) However, since early childhood, it has also become analogous to achieving lucidity and dream state revivification through non-lucid dream control or non-lucid manipulation. (Many forms of autosymbolism of reticular activating system mediation can be used to increase lucidity and, by way of the virtuous circle effect and with countless legitimized experiences, result in an entirely different dreaming process than many people experience, including continuous non-lucid dream control where bad dreams are very rare other than when biologically premonitory). In this case, its analogy is simply turning the potential for lucidity off and waking at the same time, as I had already slept a little too long this morning. Otherwise, fire is one of my most common dream features, especially of microdreams and very short dreams. (There will usually be at least one inconsequential microdream of a small fire at the beginning of every sleep cycle, which has been the case since early childhood.)

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Some people, when not wishing to achieve conscious awareness in the dream state, or simply wanting to return to sleep, will have dreams about trying to turn the same light off repeatedly, with little or no success, or of turning off a large number of lights in the same room, resulting in the room being as lit as ever. I have experienced this myself, and ultimately, it is hilarious, despite the intense frustration of the dream self.

Didn't get sleepy until 10:00 P M... Going to bed now...
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(ZZZ)

Round 1 of dreams.

I woke from round 1 of dreams with a surprising amount of recall. The first thing I remember was that this area had no water. I was with some friends, and we wanted to help provide them with water. We had a delivery truck and some sort of water supply... That's all I remember for that part.

I remember one of my friends in that group, or my sister, had this red rocket-shaped toy. They wanted to play catch with it. It bounced around. I didn't want to play catch with it, due to the shape.

I actually dreamed that I was in a church. That was ironic because earlier that day I had said I will never go into a church again. I guess I meant in waking life. Anyway there were some parts I forgot. But there was something about donation basket being passed. I was deciding to put in one dollar or two, and decided to put just one. I wondered if people who saw my amount would judge me, but a dollar was a lot to part with!

There was an interesting scene where a giant Pokemon appeared. I forgot what Pokemon. Maybe a dream original. I was Ash and I had some of the standard Ash Pokemon, one of them being Charizard. I sent out Charizard but also used mind powers to open a hole in the ground, get the big misunderstood creature to go in there, and then sealed it back up. The cracks in the ground even dissappeared.

But it came back out. I remember fighting it with Charizard. I ended up doing this arm movement, like a karate chop with my left arm... Which transitioned into being a very silly joke some how. R M or R K was there, laughing at my joke.

I remember something near a stage. And something with R M trying to sell me something, but as a joke. He was making a joke about advertisers and sales people in the way he presented the item. It was a vitamin or protein thing. I pretended to want to buy it.

Then I remember being in a bath tub. I was just wondering how the type of coffin someone gets place in when they die affects the quality of their life after death. Also, how does where they get buried affect it. The thoughts kind of worried me.

I remember another scene where a woman was sharing. It was like a meeting with lots of rows of desks. New people, male and female, had shared before her. She commented on how it was nice to have the "patriarch" and "matriarch" of the meeting. At that point a guy walked by, kind of like P B, and said, "There's no cross talk in the meeting. Including satirical." Someone else said to him, "You can't interrupt her share, even to announce the cross talk rules."

He pulled out an ACA red book to show us some things. The pages had big hand written "letters" which didn't correspond to letters in waking life. I remember laughing at the silliness and almost waking up.

I also remember a part where this military guy was saying how they were poisoning his eggs. But he couldn't escape. He was either in prison or in the military. It reminds me of how I am being "poisoned" by E M I but not able to escape it.

I did an RBFA but re-remembered it all again later.

(ZZZ)

Round 2 of dreams.

I remember being at my house from college, and trying to access the internet. Eventually, I got on, but I could only find a few forums. I couldn't find my usual forums. One forum was about Pokemon, and only had 2 pages. The other was about E M I related stuff.

I guess I forgot some middle parts.

I remember sitting with a group of people. The topic of eating came up and I said how I had worked through O A and Grey Sheet and now I do my own thing. There was a woman accross from me who seemed interested in talking to me some more. We exchanged contact information. We said our phone numbers at the same time, and it turned out that we both had the same first six digits.

I gave her my number and e-mail. Making sure to say it was a land line, so no texting. I remember writing on the top right corner of a sheet of paper. careful not to use the whole sheet. My hand writing came out a little funny. I wrote my e-mail down, too.

Then another guy came along and he seemed mad at me for standing up to smokers. He was physically intimidating and I figured I'd be better off leaving. I remember being at some kind of bar type of place. There was a poison stick in an ash tray, with a line of smoking floating up from it, but it the colors were inverted. I figured I would want to leave around then.

I remember trying to leave. It was like W W. But when I tried to leave there was a stair well thing, with a wooden panel over one side, and a screen near the exit. I hid between the wooden panel and the screen, not sure the coast was clear on the one side. But knowing that on the other side, there was a guy blaming his kids for all his problems. And another guy encouraging him to keep blaming his kids for all his problems! How silly.

When the coast was finally clear, I went out through the screen. I'm not sure if this was when I came up through a hole in the floor of another room. It was like the break room for workers at a restaurant. One of the chefs was in there, and some other people. I came up through the floor in a harness thing. They made fun of me for needing the harness. I tried to explain my self a little but then just decided to leave while I still could.

I remember thoughts of walking along a beach, which would have been near W W. And being stopped by "police" who happened to be religious, so they had a conflict of interest. But they pressured me to go back based on their religious bias. I don't know if I actually experienced that dream, or just thought of it.

I remember Ms. S, a high school language teacher, having some kind of online career going. She was struggling to make ends meet and was thinking of what else she could possibly do. More to it that I forgot...

I remember going to this out door restaurant place. Maybe it was my job in the dream. But I told off my boss. Saying that I didn't want to set tables or whatever it was. And I think some of the conditions were inhumane. I remember seeing T H sitting at a table with a bowl of apples. Each apple had some kind of comb in it, like it was the way of preparing them.

When I woke from those, I was half way in a stream of thought for a while. Once I came to full consciousness I was still able to recall the dreams though.

(ZZZ)

round 3 of dreams.

All I remembered from these was being on a phone meeting. The moderator needed someone to help moderate the meeting for a while. One woman came in to offer to help. I also offered to help. It became competitive for which one of us would get to help. I forgot the rest. I remember being in my house, at a table near the wi fi router, or in my room. Maybe someone was digging or doing yard work outside.

I couldn't remember anything from round 3 when I'd woken up. I only remembered that detail after reviewing rounds 1 and 2 in my mind a little.

I didn't get back to sleep after that. It was already around 6. I tried to go to bed earlier but couldn't sleep until after 10. Well, I am beginning to face the E M I problems more squarely.

Morning of June 18, 2018. Monday.



Subliminal awareness of the autosymbolic nature of the waking process begins. My unconscious mind is personified as an unknown female despite the fact my non-lucid dream self does not possess viable access to my unconscious mind at this level of REM sleep. Errors and distortions abound. She is a subliminal thread of my wife Zsuzsanna, of which my non-lucid dream self does not yet possess viable memory of or contact with my current conscious self identity. She has a daughter who literally but subliminally represents our oldest daughter at a younger age.

I am sitting on the floor in a unique erroneous version of the King Street mansion. The house is mirror imaged to its real-life layout, flipped east to west. I am in the downstairs antechamber while the female mostly remains in the living room on the other side of the doorway. She seems annoyed in building a small structure on the floor in about the middle of the living room, mainly from a set of small blocks of different solid colors, mostly blue, yellow, red, and green. They are about the size of baby blocks, but with a feature on all six sides that is like the knobs of a Lego brick, though there are four knobs on each side of each cube in a two by two pattern. A couple times, as the blocks do not fit into each other, stacks of about seven high topple over. There is a row of about eight stacks at various heights. (This is autosymbolism for failure to initiate viable conscious awareness.)

I am puzzled and somewhat annoyed, though not angry, in trying to rebuild the staircase that goes to the second floor (where I had lived in real life though not been since 1990), which supposedly is to be the real staircase. This is an extreme failure of thinking skills as I am solely working with small triangular pieces of wood. The pieces are only about two inches thick. The two stacks I had made this far are only about six inches high in two rows of about eight pieces each. I cannot seem to arrange the pieces in the correct orientation regarding which edge should face upward. I have several together, but they do not display the form of a set of steps. This indicates that my subconscious self is having difficulty in reaching my conscious self identity during the waking process.

Subliminal anticipation of the waking process continues but increases. This is after the subliminal recognition of a staircase being autosymbolism for the waking process despite its miniaturization in a setting that represents the liminal space of the process, the antechamber (what my landlady called a “vestibule” in real life). Vestibular system correlation personifies, which causes my dream to jump to a new setting, though in the same King Street mansion, still mirrored east to west.

I find myself on the second floor. I develop an ambiguous awareness where I start to become partly aware of my married status and erroneously perceive the house, though vaguely, as the Stadcor Street house in Brisbane (where we have not lived in years), though that was only a one-storey house and was nothing like the King Street house. Vestibular system correlation personifies as Glenn, one of our landlords from Stadcor Street. He has never lived in America, but my dream self does not consider this error. I have a vague awareness he is married to my landlady (only vaguely recalled as Zsuzsanna at this point, but this does not trigger the realization of my erroneous associations) even though in reality he had a male partner.

A vague thread of dream state awareness is present at this point, though no threads of viable lucidity. Because of vestibular system correlation personifying as Glenn, who seems very cheerful, I walk through the doorway of the upstairs kitchen, which opens to the porch’s roof. This is from vague recall that a porch can be used to vivify a dream, as it is autosymbolic of a specific level of dream state consciousness of which I had used many times in the past, since early childhood, to vivify my dream or “step into” a more vivid offset dream. This process developed from walking outside by way of the porch’s doorway. Here though, I am somewhat puzzled from being on the roof of the porch, as there is no additional doorway to intensify my dream or trigger viable lucidity (as the option to jump off the roof to fly does not occur to me). Glenn looks up at me from the public sidewalk in front of the house.

“You’ll have to use the catwalk,” he says happily.

I get the impression he had used the so-called catwalk and jumped to the ground from the outer edge of the roof. I study the roof and see a precarious narrow section of wood that is separate from the rest of the roof, which puzzles me. I stand on it, but consider that I cannot get to the rest of the roof (which has some building materials and tools sitting about) even though all I would have to do is step onto it from this supposed catwalk. Even after fifty years, my dream self fails to remember the dream sign of a cat being a “witness” to liminal space and typically near doorways (for the purpose of inducing lucidity in some cases), though the association had been distorted into the word “catwalk” in this case. (No cat is present and my dream self does not think about cats even upon hearing “cat” as part of “catwalk”.) The association with a “cat always landing on its feet” is not present (regarding the vestibular system dynamics of the waking process, which is often a falling sensation, based solely on biology, not “meaning” as “interpreters” falsely propagate).

My dream shifts into a different scenario as a result of considering the nature of the King Street roof (still erroneously associated with the Stadcor Street house) and subliminal anticipation of the falling sensation of the waking process, which does not occur as a result of this shift. Now it is a typical non-lucidly forced “haunting” scenario. I am downstairs again, but this time the setting is an ambiguous composite of the Stadcor Street house and the Cubitis house. I am now more aware of Zsuzsanna as my wife, though it is still not a complete recognition. She still seems to serve the role as landlady.

“How long has…it…been in this house?” I ask her this dramatically, speaking of the haunting, which is mainly nonthreatening. We talk briefly, but I become distracted. I find myself in a dark room with an unknown female. There is talk about ghosts and seeing physical evidence of ghosts in this house. I tell her, “This is the only house I have ever lived in where there is the physical presence of ghosts.” On one level, I know ghosts are not real, but on another level, I have achieved non-lucid dream control and revivification at this point to entertain myself. The old writing desk that Zsuzsanna used to have is present, which results in an increase of thinking skills correlation. Near the opposite side of the desk from where the unknown female is standing, another female slowly appears. It is a ghost. “Can you see her?” I ask the female. She tells me that she cannot see anyone there.

The ghost is a realistic version, as a “real” human, of Velma Dinkley (of the Scooby-Doo franchise), though about twelve years of age. She seems puzzled and very shy and uncertain. “Who are you?” I ask her. “I’m a goddess,” she whispers. I am puzzled and ask her again about five times. Each time, she softly says, “I’m a goddess”. I want to help her come to terms with her death. (This is a vague influence of “Show Yourself” from 2016, seen just prior to sleep, where I expected Travis to hug the ghost of Paul near the end, though he did not). I hug her, place my right hand on the small of her back, and move it up to the middle of her back. As a result, the palm of my hand begins to glow with white light, rays shining into other areas of the room. (I do not recall the association with Zsuzsanna having been born on September 13, though this was exactly one year before “Scooby-Doo” first aired, therefore Velma in this case is a subliminal representation of Zsuzsanna.)

The palm of my right hand continues to glow as I find myself walking south through the Cubitis hallway. I stand in the doorway of the Cubitis southwest bedroom looking into the semidarkness. Several unfamiliar people, both men and women, are sitting on couches that are against the west and north walls. (This is an erroneous setup, as the north wall held the sliding doors of a large closet in reality.) I hold up my right hand and the light spreads into the room somewhat. The others are puzzled. I step through the doorway and wake. (This is a vague association with a security system reading a handprint to allow entry, or, in this case, to exit the dream state.)

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With this entry, I have attempted to explain the dreaming and waking process as best I could for this dream. (This is difficult in a society where most people have no viable understanding of dreams, many still believing in “interpretation” and “symbolism” in the popular sense, neither of which is real.) The bedroom is a literal thread of final recognition that I am dreaming, and so I choose to wake. The light represents attaining consciousness as a willingness to accept daybreak and intelligence of which only the conscious self possesses in waking life.

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I went to bed pretty early and must have been asleep by 8 or 8:30 P M. There was no annoying noise.

(ZZZ)

Round 1 of dreams. The first time I woke up, I thought I was already on round 3 or 4 of dreams. But I wasn't. I forgot a lot in the beginning. Some, I originally remembered, but after RBFA, didn't re-remember.

I do remember reading from a book. Then these 2 guys were reading from it. "That's total hypnosis," they said, in a critical voice. They both had very white, straight teeth. They started pretending to be holding a magical staff. Apparently, they hypnotized themselves so well that magical staffs materialized in their hands. I think one was red orange with a bulb at the end. They did some other magic that I forgot.

I forgot the other parts of round 1 of dreams. My brain is definitely cloudier lately, and my only guess is that I made a dietary change. Cooking my kale instead of having it raw, due to thyroid concern. I also ate more brown rice the last few days so maybe the carbs are clouding my mind. It might also be stresses or worries of my life situations. I hope my mind becomes clearer again soon.

(ZZZ)

Round 2 of dreams. I remember hang gliding somewhere near some caves. I think we went in the caves, too. There were parts I initially remembered, but couldn't re-remember after RBFA.

I remember a part where I was driving in a parking lot. I some how one wheel fell off to the side, and I was afraid I'd landed it in a ditch. But, I managed to turn the wheel and make it jump back out. That's very dream like but I didn't notice.

Then I got to a black metal gate. Luckily it opened, so I could drive through it. There was a woman there, who I think had a child. I think she was asking for directions but I forgot the detail of that.

Some more stuff happened that I forgot. But I remember we got to the parking lot of the local food store. I remember a big delivery truck was open in the back and delivering a bunch of those 10 gallon jugs of water. My dad was telling someone else that they should buy one directly from the truck driver.

I remember going into the store and getting some things. I was looking for a gallon of water. I forgot what kind. I saw that some were labeled "distilled" and that sounded like a good idea, but it wasn't what I had set out to get. Also the prices were like $2.73. A lot for a gallon of water.

When I was at the register buying everything, a woman told me I wouldn't have enough on my car. 'That's not fair!' I thought. But it turned out I had more than enough. I also had some cash in my wallet. Some fives or singles, and two twenties. One old twenty and one newer one. Since I had more than enough money, I gave the woman the newer twenty dollar bill. She was an older woman.

I let those go to RBFA as well.

(ZZZ)

Round 3 of dreams. My brain was still pretty foggy by the time I woke from these but I got better recall than the last round.

I remember this part where I was filling out some charts. There was a teacher giving instructions, like, "one, up, one, down..." and I would write a number one, then an up arrow, a number one, then a down arrow... I also made a cloud and some other shapes in various boxes. When I zoomed out, it made a graph.

That became a video game. It was a side scroller similar to Mega Man Z X. At first, I was playing on a low level.

Next, I re-started the level. Still on a low level to begin with. Some how there was a glitch and a giant version of one of the regular enemies appeared... But there was another glitch that I had this "spinning top" move that made me take no damage while slowly whittling away at the big beast. Eventually, I defeated it, and gained like a million E X P. It was a big dark blue thing. I was on a slanted level.

I watched myself level up, in amazement. It reminded me of the time I used the 500000 something multiplier for E X P in pokemon myster dungeon. I defeated one Shellos and stood there watching Bulbasaur level up all the way to 99.

My Mega Man Z X character got above level 50. I watched these enhancements rapidly appear on his suit. He got some kind of motorcycle or other vehicle, and an awesome sword.

I think there was something about going up to the clouds. And then arguing with a woman over whether I was allowed to use those powers... I forgot the basis of the argument. But it was something adversarial or antagonistic.

RBFA.

(ZZZ)

Round 4? of dreams.

I remember something about scrambling to find a bowl. I was in the kitchen. We had the clear bowls but then the first one on the stack was dad's white one. I didn't want to use it but I was in a hurry. I think when I looked away and looked back, the bowls had switched position, but I didn't become lucid from that.

I remember being in the big food store near the bank that I go to... To get spinach and kale. I was near the bags of spinach and kale, checking the expiration dates. They seemed different than they would be in waking life, but I didn't get lucid just yet. One said May 34. 'They must have meant to write June 4,' I thought. There was a store clerk I think I remember. The other dates made me take a closer look but I didn't get lucid... Yet!

I remmeber having a dream of flying over a beach. I gradually became lucid during it. I think it was supposed to be like a video game. I was shooting at these green crab-like things from the sky. Before fully realizing it was a dream, I blasted one right before it got to its crab hole. Once I became more lucid, I cast a red heart-shaped body of energy over the crab hole. This was to heal them and make friends instead of destroying them to make enemies. I remember waking up briefly after that and thinking it through. I might have even rolled over to the other side before falling back to sleep. RBFA.

(ZZZ)

Round 5? of dreams.

I remember seeing a woman dressed in a blue uniform. Not like a police officer but just a blue uniform. She was waiting for a ride in front of my house. I remember she sat on this big boulder that's not there in waking life. I felt bad, like maybe she would want a chair. Eventually, a man, also in a blue uniform, pulled up accross the road. He was in a red jeep. She got in and they drove away. I wondered if it was my business anyway, whether or not the woman got a chair to sit in.

I might have had another brief awakening after that, or between others of these dreams. I remember waking up in a dream, as the phone was ringing. It was around the afternoon. 'Wow, I slept in!' I thought. My dad was at the door. "It's a call for you." The caller I D said "Nathaniel Branden". I thought it was my friend from Texas... I already had a phone in my room, so dad didn't have to bring that to my room. Anyway, I think I answered. I must have thought about dream recall somewhere along the line.

I forgot some middle parts of these dreams.

I remember my sister was sad. She had opened a giant cube of chicken bullion and some was sanded off the top. She was sad because someone had already made a thing of chicken broth, so she had opened it for no reason. "Why don't you just make another thing of chicken broth, and freeze it?" I suggested. I remember the pot of chicken broth was on the top shelf in a cabinet. I also remember drinking a cup and chewing on some carrots and other vegetables. It tasted good.

In these next parts the context was that I was sleeping at my nana's. My mom and dad lived in nana's room. So did my sister and I. I had a mattress on the floor near her fire place. There were lots of other guests staying in the house. J R and C were living in the red room. I figured my Aunt C was in her room. I had dreams within this dream and referred to this context as "waking life" and the dreams within it as where I was getting lucid. That was how it shifted my mind.

Anyway, I was laying on my mattress, thinking about my previous dreams, when my mom walked by. She plugged in some kind of loud hair iron and it made lots of noise. "What's that?" I asked. "Don't complain to your mother!" She said, or something else scolding like that. First of all, I can complain to whoever the F I want. Second of all, I wasn't complaining, just asking. But if I was complaining, ain't nothin' wrong with it!!! Anyway, that part ended.

Between scenes of these dreams I remember returning to my dream bed. Within the dream layer 1 thing, I was laying on my right side, just like my physical body was. Except, I had severe sleep paralysis. I started to hear sounds that sounded like my sister being tortured... And wanted to help. I figured it was an attack by misunderstood entities, not physical, so i wanted to astral project out and defend her. However, I was frozen. I was "physically" frozen as well as my astral body being totally stuck. I tried to relax, and felt more misunderstood, but seemingly ominous feelings. Eventually I relaxed enough that I fell asleep in layer 1.

I had a false awakening in layer 2. My sister was showing me a card she had designed. It had a character drawn and colored in red and gold. At the bottom of the card were some box letters that I can't quite put into words. But they caught my attention. "I wrote those letters because when you look at them that way, you will be cursed with nightmares," she said. I didn't know layer 2 was a dream yet... 'Why would she do that to me?!' I thought.

I popped back into the dream of sleep paralysis in layer 1. 'Oh! That was a dream, too.' I thought. The misunderstood sounds and ominous feelings returned. I also got the feeling that I was gonna be stuck in this dream for some misunderstood reason, which led to feeling fear. I tried to relax, after realizing my layer 1's "astral body" was still stuck... And decided to just re-play my dreams in my mind.

Eventually, I "fell asleep" in layer 1, and had another "false awakening" in layer 2. Because I had been thinking about my previous dreams, a laptop materialized in front of me which had the outline of my dream journal entry all typed up. I didn't stop to think that I hadn't really typed anything yet.

Then this white-grey, misunderstood entity type of guy appeared to my left. He said he was here to "get me" or something like that. I felt him get me in like a bear hug and start taking me somewhere. 'Ahh! He's taking me to be tortured!' I thought. I tried to resist.

I felt really scared. Whatever this entity was, I was really misunderstanding him. My fear drove me to attempt to call on a religious name instead of attempt to dialogue with the entity. So, I called the religious name I could think of, which I associated some some ability to rescue me. Sure enough, I was delivered to a church type of place. I regretted calling on the religious name, since I knew for me it was a fear-based decision, and I missed an opportunity to get to know whatever "shadow" part of myself was arising.

There were some religious people up in the front. There were some quotes on the wall which I forgot. Friendly snakes and mice were going around. There didn't seem to be any negative connotation with the snakes. I did see one chase down a mouse who was running down its hole, and suck up the mouse, to eat it. It was just nature, though.

I went up near the throne thing and there were 3 people there. I knew I needed the bathroom. So I asked one guy who seemed to be in charge, if he could come with me back to "layer 1" (which I thought was physical world) so I could use the bath room, then take me back to the dream.

I boil had developed on the underside of my left big toe. It was a big bubble of skin and it hurt to walk on. The guy up front said, "That's your Inner Child." It made sense to me. I thought it was more of the psychic spell that I had been put under, and would be on my body back in layer 1 as well, which I thought was layer 0. Anyway, I headed back towards the bathroom...

As soon as I left the church place, the Misunderstood returned. I was kind of glad because I'd get another chance to try to understand and accept them. I felt the Misunderstood start to try to physically restrain me, and thought of a way to show the Misunderstood some acceptance. It worked. I woke up after we interacted a little bit. It was a friendly interaction once I chose to try accepting it. It was kind of personal so I will leave that part out of the public dream journal entry, but suffice to say, it was very constructive. I realized the number one thing I want to do if I get lucid is to ask for help "talking, trusting, feeling and remembering." I think "talking, trusting and feeling" is the ultimate experience for me, so that will be my ultimate dream goal for now on.


I was able to stay still for a while after waking up and recall the dream in good detail. After that, I couldn't sleep any more. It was 7:45 A M by the time I got up, which is great. It means I slept a lot. And sleeping a lot is good!!!

The first Dream I remember from the night is there is a building a small house I'm inside and outside of this house and there is a hole in the corner of the building that was dug by a small animal like a rodent and I'm looking at this hole and thinking about

I have a false Awakening in a room in the house which I don't know I'm lying in bed it's very light these sheets are white in the walls are white and my deceased wife is asking me that I saying that I have to earn some money and I'm not sure what it is that I need to do comma. Then outside there is a project across the street we need to move a building from one lot to another and I'm thinking boy that's going to take a lot of work we're going to have to we're going to have to deconstruct it ourselves and move the bricks level by level in layer by layer it's going to take a lot of work. Then I'm doing a Hulk jump onto the top of it one of these tall buildings nearby maybe perhaps a semi Lucid moment

I'm inside of building I'm in a bathroom I have to do some maintenance on the toilet and I'm trying to run wires in the holes where the toilet seat attaches to the toilet body and I'm having a lot of trouble getting the wires to fit there two wires that need to go through one of these small holes and these are data cables and I'm not excited I'm having a lot of trouble doing
Also inside this home I noticed that the one point there is a severe water leak water is dripping down from one level on to another this is a fairly common dream sign and I need to rush around to get to the source of the leak and to turn it off.
I'm rushing through this house at some point I find myself lost in a large open area with multiple floors visible I cannot find the path way to the place where I need to go I can see the different levels I can see the construction the stairways in the hallways there's a s. There is a large middle open area and I'm calling out that I'm lost and I don't know where to go into people the young man in the young woman show up and are helping me to find my way

Perhaps a continuation of this building dream I'm meeting someone perhaps a nun and there is something about performing a recorder concert

Fragment of looking at faces up close perhaps any lucid and I'm focusing on them and trying to recognize them and I sort of realize I'm in a dream

Created Saturday 16 June 2018

Got two DILDs to note, plus some fragments.

Scrap Group 1
A clip from a sci-fi movie, I think? An experiment going horribly wrong?

False awakening. I overheard the others up and about in the middle of the night. A few of them said highly unlikely things (namely, conversations about non-Hebrew deities). Although I identified as much, I was too tired to get anything done.

Dream 1 - Shadow Trial

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was entering a highschool. Reasoned there must've been some fundraiser event occurring inside. A noticeboard in front gave a curious indication of Eddie (from Guilty Gear) making an appearance, giving me all the more reason to proceed.

I spent a good while floating through the hallways. Along the way, I passed by the lunchroom, where a massive queue had formed. Whatever was inside must've been good, though I wasn't up for keeping still. And yet, somehow, I stumbled into the food prep area. Seemed there was a good variety of baked goods. The workfolk got wary of my presence, so I hurried out.

A while later, I ended up in a poorly lit open area in the upper floor (an empty storage room or attic, perhaps?). Got spontaneously lucid. So, from the shadows, I summoned Eddie, who first appeared in the likeness of Zato-1 (his host in the above-mentioned game) before taking his monstrous form. I wanted the creature to follow, only, he required my doing something for him first. Namely, that I endure a trial of survival. To start, the Forbidden Beast conjured a field of giant shadowy drills from the ground. Some lucky maneuvering let me avoid them all. After that, the hazards melted into black liquid. Wherever I turned, geysers erupted in sequence to bar my path. I rushed past these to higher ground.

The dream collapsed soon after. Made a DEILD attemtpt, though I lost consciousness two minutes later.

Dream 2 - Telekinetic Reprisal and Orange Metal Plated Vest

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in a condo suite during daytime, the place appearing well furnished and organized. On a desk in one of the corners was a decades old computer system. The tenants there, two retired women in casual wear, had hired me as an electronics repair man. These weren't kindly old ladies, but rather, a pair of overbearing bitter shrews, caustic sarcasm spewed out with little provocation. It wouldn't have been too terrible, had they not placed obstructive (if not impossible) mandates towards when, where, and how I worked. Any screwups (inevitable, given the conditions) were met with increasingly disparaging remarks ("I could do better than that" was common), and, I'm sure, pay cuts.

Once at wit's end, I finally got aware. I promptly made my way out, thinking and blurting out that the above task wasn't at all fun. Woulda left things as it was, had not one of those hags made some smartass comment (don't remember, but it really got under my skin). In retaliation, I severed a few of their belongings with telekinesis, then used the same power to (harmlessly) hurl the two old bats at the ceiling.

Next, I ran off to a nearby stairway. I shrunk myself to bug sized, and hid out for a while. Figured the women would call the cops, and indeed, I did hear commotion relating to such, though I never saw it. When the coast was clear, I (literally) climbed up the stairway. As I did, a woman and her daughter passed by. I kept behind the railing, and though the girl noticed, her attempts to convey as much were met with disbelief from her mother.

After that, I walked through a balcony-hallway, my size concurrently restored to normal. There, I met up with various family members, of whom I identified mom, my brother Arthur, and nephew Hussein. The group commented about a man in a "metal plated orange vest", who they claimed was very dangerous. When asked, they indicated that he was just further down the balcony across us. I flew towards there, but got lost in thought. Things destabilized, and the dream collapsed.

I'm lying on my back on a strange boat that fits one person. I steer by moving my feet; there's no steering wheel or anything like that, the boat just obeys me. I'm in my hometown, on a very familiar and small road. It's raining heavily. The scene is unnatural, apocalyptic even - the entire town is underwater. I see no other soul. It's dark and silent, other than the constant rain making noise.

I steer the boat forward with my feet and mind. On some level I'm aware that I am causing this flood. I start thinking "What should I save? What should I let the flood destroy." and think this is good for the whole world. A fresh start. Pretty dark.

I steer the boat towards an apartment made of glass walls. I go through the glass into the flooded apartment. I see several beautiful women in other rooms of the apartment, silently staring at me. They looked sad. The scene is weird enough for me to finally start questioning my state. I become lucid and try to get up from the boat. I haven't moved my upper body the entire dream and can't do it even lucid. I lose the dream.

I no longer count lucid moments as lucid dreams, so I won't tag this as such.

The dream starts after school. After lunch, where I was talking to M, Finn and Jake were walking through my neighborhood to Rhode Island. Either that or my neighborhood was in Rhode Island. Anyway, they heard about a cat named Stan who needed something from my mom or someone who looked like her, so they went over to his house and there was a baby on his living room table that was crying so much that it was suffocating. It eventually became completely and entirely blue, but went back to red. Anyway, Jake went upstairs to the room where whatever Stan needed was being extracted from the person. There were three progress bars that read 100%, 50%, and 100%. As soon as that happened he rushed up the stairs and took her body in order to keep it as his own, his body probably given to my mom. A battle ensued and Finn and Jake won. Stan ran off, I said something about hating every family guy episode after the cat became evil (after episode nine, which was this one), and then I woke up.

Last night before bed there was an annoying motor in the neighbors yard. Eventually it went off around 9 but by that time I was so agitated because I'd already been trying to sleep. And it was torture. So I had a crap night of dreams and a crap night of sleep. I hate the world.

(ZZZ)

Round 1 of dreams. I remember something with S S and his dad, J S, and walking around a store. Something with some shelves. Something with a house in a neighborhood. Vague.

In one scene someone was chasing us. I remember they were behind a fence. And it showed them seeing P S's face in a scope. I had long hair and was following someone in the woods, talking with them.

RBFA. I might have woke up once before that and thought of some dreams but went back to sleep.

(ZZZ)

Round 2 of dreams.

I remember dreaming that there was another building near the A C A meeting in H. However it was laid out with more like city buildings than the actual town. I had found some kind of library or day time community center to hang out at. It reminded me of something in another dream where I went in and joined the people. Anyone could come join, there wasn't too much rigidity around membership.

I remember a library or computer lab part. Then I was sitting with some people at some tables. One table had all guys in camoflauge suits, like that was the "military" group. One "military" guy was standing up telling everyone about "morals". I realized that the "military" guys were just a bunch of control freaks and what they called "moral" was really just arbitrary, or the way they preferred other people to act. But, they would enforce it with military force. So I was considering leaving. I didn't want to speak up just yet in case I could enjoy a different group in the building.

They started to say how a child should be beaten for not following their rules. Now it had gone too far. I was going to speak up that that's wrong, but another guy did. But then someone next to him said, "Yeah, beat him!" I got up and looked at the military guy who was standing up. I gave him a look like, 'This is totally wrong.' And left without saying anything. While I was in the stair well, I considered speaking out next time... Even if it got me kicked out of the place. I realized its more important to speak out, even if I become alienated, than to "silently enable" wrong crap to continue happening.

However, I also realized I could identify with wanting someone to be punished. However, I don't want children to be punished. I want the damn smokers to be punished!!! So I did realize there was that identification there as I walked away.

When I got down stairs I helped a guy named "Kevin" bus the tables. It was nice to be involved, and doing something, but without the constraints of a formal job. "Kevin" and I talked as we bussed the tables. He offered me a 100-point card to play the games there. I wouldn't accept it because I didn't want our friendship to be based on me expecting that from him. I just wanted to be friends. He insisted but I insisted more in turn and so he kept the card.

There was another guy there who asked where I was from. I told him I was from the meeting accross the road and found the place during the day. He seemed okay with it.

There was another part where there was a dance at the community center. There was a woman who was named "Food-O-Saurus" and she was extremely obese. She had been my date the previous year. The dance was coming around this year and I wondered if I should ask her to be my date again. I didn't want to because... I guess I wanted to be with someone who was more in shape? (Trying to say that in a nice way.) But I felt kind of bad for not asking her.

RBFA.

(ZZZ)

Round 3 of dreams.

The first part I remember is driving around the streets of some city place. F D, my uncle's friend, was smoking a cigarette. I saw the smoke all over the place. My car windows were up though. I waved to him and didn't have a lot of anger come up. But I wanted to find a parking spot.

I was afraid that his smoke would permeate the whole parking lot. There was a spot right up front near the handicap spot that I tried to back into. The people in the spot next to that one were getting in or out of their car. I tried to back in.

Eventually I got into the building. It was another community center kind of place. in one room, B Z was teaching a kid how to make music for free using audio software. Instrumentals and stuff like that. I paid attention too, hoping to learn something. I remember looking through some file folders. I figured I would tell M about what I learned, since he made songs too.

Then there were some bags of spinach. On the spinach bags there were quotes about something related to hating smokers. I remember putting the spinach from one bag into a blender but some kept falling on the floor. I couldn't tell how it was falling. But it was mainly because it was a dream.

Then the kid was telling B Z about how Stephen Colbert would take over the world. He had these shoulder harness things with spikes on them. Then it showed a dance performance. The woman was wearing something like that. She levitated into the guys arms some how. Or just levitated her legs. The guy was crying tears of amazement at her dancing skills. I remember seeing their faces. I remember the woman had some kind of wire going around her body. Maybe connecting to the shoulder pads.

There was some kind of phone logo that went by in the sky. It said a, t, t or something like that. With a black background, and red and white lettering. Lots of people were in the crowd.

I recalled those.

I got up around 6 to make the outline of those dream journal entries. Thinking I'd be able to sleep again if I cleared my head. But, I didn't sleep again.

Date of Dream: SAT 16 JUN - 2018



Dream No. 355 - Separated Sections

Dream 355 A - An Anti-Lucid Mind (Lucid Dream 20)
I don't remember much of this dream. From where I do remember, I was at some unknown area which was half way between a suburb and an accommodation complex. Something minorly bad happened, I forgot what specifically, and so I started calling out for Dreamy WB. In some part of the dream, Mr H was there and instructing a bunch of girls but I forgot what for.

At one stage, I'm walking down the footpath and I randomly look down and count my fingers, seeing six of them. I have this feeling of awareness about me but as soon as this happens, the dream tries to fade out on me. I realised this and I also realised I wasn't finished, and so to take action, I said to the dreamscape, “Fine! I'll stop being lucid... You stupid dream”. That action worked, causing the dream not to fade anymore, so I didn't switch my awareness off for nothing.

So then I went back to obliviously calling for Dreamy WB. It took a huge effort as I called a massive number of times and nothing happened. Eventually though, my persistence paid off and she came walking the opposite way down the street to meet me. I have forgotten her exact appearance in the dream but she was accurately clean. She had a casual outfit on and her hair was in either a pigtail or braided style. She hugged me and that's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 355 B - My Brother's New Friend
The dream started with the whole family being in some unknown suburb. My brother had made a new friend from university and his name was Troy (Troy doesn't exist in real life), he had a similar resemblance to my brother's real life friend RK. Although my brother would speak to Troy, I would speak to him more.

We were driving him back to sleep at our house. Now my mum was nowhere to be seen and in my dad's car, it was my dad and brother in the front, and Troy and I in the back. Troy and I got a long really well and we were talking so much to each other in the back seat. For the whole dream though, my dad was angry at me and didn't want a bar of anything to do with me. I would talk and my dad would constantly complain and tell me off.

We all ended up at a petrol station to get fuel for the car. My dad and brother went in to get the fuel, Troy stayed in the car and I went to check out this shelf of goods that was outside right next to the servo front door. I was so amazed at the products on this shelf. There were these bags of chips, the bags were literally as big as a full human body. And then there was this sausage shaped deli cheese that I remember from the 90s. My brother and dad walked out of the servo and I urged them to come to the shelf. My dad ignored me but my brother reluctantly came. I told him, “That's the cheese we used to have at Baka's!”.

The next dream scene was back at our house. I walked into the kitchen to see my mum and say hello to her. My dad walked in and my mum saw that she was angry and so she asked him why. He complained about me for the whole car trip although I didn't do anything wrong. That's all I can remember about this dream.




Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
- 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)



Dream 355: Results (Competition #4)

355 A
Competition Night: 15
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

355 B
Competition Night: 15
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 17.0
Calculation Details:
- First Lucid Of The Night (10.0)
- Was Introduced via DILD (5.0)
- Summon Dream Guide: Non-Lucid (1.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream: 355 B (1.0)


+ Previous Total: 58.0
Total Accumulated Points: 75.0

Just a bunch of fragments and a brief DILD in between.

Log 1142 - Flooded Ruins Simulation, Fleas, Demon Competition, Tiny DILD, New Jersey, Internet Jumble, and Mad Engineer Scraps
Created Thursday 14 June 2018

Scrap Group 1
False awakening. I was floating in a flooded room within the ruins of an ancient stone structure. While trying to sleep again, a whirlpool began dragging me to the depths. I clung on to loose stones, and pulled myself back to the surface. Later, various other figures appeared. One man in particular claimed this was all a video game simulation of his making. He made note of various rules, down to even the amount of points a player could get for cannibalism.

False awakening in bed. I'm all itchy. I find that I was infested with fleas, much to my frustration.

At home in the dead of night. Two dark-grey skinned demons arrived, a male and female. They speak of a less-than-friendly competition between each other, something about helping as many people as possible within a span of time. I flew after one of them, though I'm not sure if I was following or pursuing them.

At a restaurant with a lady. Got aware. I shrunk myself, which somehow got me on her shoulder. Some unlikely mishap resulted in my getting eaten by her. The dream collapsed.

Riding around in New Jersey with family, passing through on our way further north. We decide to visit some relatives there, even if it was a bit of a detour. Had some trouble filling up gas?

At home. Noticed the router was in the downstairs bedroom. What's more, a LAN line was connected directly to the computer there. None of this affected my own connection whatsoever.

I was given first person perspective of a recently graduated engineer. It seemed his connections (especially his former professors) were unwilling to give a good word for him during his job searches. Driven to vengeful mania, he jimmies up some chemical bomb drones, which he sends out to assault and outright murder some of said professors (plus collateral). The madman then fled to the border, and hides out for the rest of his life in rural Mexico. Goddamn, son...

Log 1143 - False Awakening and Supermarket Browsing and Fight Scraps
Created Friday 15 June 2018

Scrap Group 1
False awakening in a different bedroom

Shopping in a supermarket at night. There's an aisle for TTRPGs, which included new D&D material. One of said books had a mount-focused Paladin subclass, the summoned creature taking the form of a giant walking head. Furthermore, this feature allowed both rider and mount to become gargantuan sized. Later, in the parking lot, a ripped shirtless dude picks a fight with me. The match ends in a standstill. As a reward, the guy teaches me how to do a proper German Suplex, which he demonstrated first on a teddy bear, then (harmlessly) with some hapless kid.

I start off in this dream outside. It was raining and I was trying to find shelter. I ran up on to an outside porch but it was too small so I looked around and found a bigger poucher that had a hard wood floor and ran up on it. After that I then spot some animals tiny little ferrets messing around in the road. I get them and ended up taking them off to somewhere and now I'm back at Burton Ave and I let them go there. They are running around and skittering about then thought "what if they hav a home or a nest at the old place. I better return them there before they decided

I was at a school and I needed to find away back home. I walked around outside and found out that I was on the wrong side which was the back of the school and needed to get to the front so I cut through the school and this is what happened.

I come up a hallway and as I do, I pass up a room witnessing a nearly horrid event. I was in a factory and there were about four or five men there there dressed in white clothes. The room was big, dark and strange with an open ceiling to the sky. There was a steel making machine there that had a door open, leading into a room full of hot, glowing metal. Someone went up there to close it but slipped and almost fell into the room, landing sideways with his head in the room. He quickly got up, slammed the door shut and collapsed from on the steps he was on. I heard yelling as they quickly ran up to him and caught him,before he hits hid head on the concrete and die anyhow. They righted him up and he walked with them off to go get help from the burns on his face and upper torso.

I was now in the dream and I was peering into the room at the event as it unfolded and got out of there when they brought the man near me. I didn't want to see is injuries up close and avoided him. I turned around and went down a hallway that was fully lit like that of a school. In fact I had to find away to get back home because I had missed my ride since they only wait so long. It was Night time and knew it was beyond coming back. I went back into the school and to my horror saw Jason Voorhees walking up from the woods towards me. I ran into the hallway and avoided him just as he tried to grab me. I knew that it'd be impossible to escape if he caught hold of you. As I ran down the hall I saw that Jason was now on this motor chair thing and it was much faster then me. I ducked as he swung the machete at my head, nearly decapitating me. I started to go into the room where the other people was at earlier but was afraid that if I went there, Jason would kill them, so I avoided that place. Jason got off of the strange chair thing and I can see his masked face. I kicked him in the face, damaging his nose and saw that his clothes began to bulge and break as rotted skin seeped through it. Ew! I kicked him again and ran back out the way I just came, towards the double doors, leading outside. As I ran own the hall I spotted someone sitting on the floor up against the wall, slumped over. It was the burn victim. He had been injured by jason now and I was so hell bent on trying to get away from him that I didn't even realized that the men were actually here. He came to life when I got near him, thinking he was dead. I pulled him up by his arms and we both ran the rest of the way down the hall. Jason was a melted mess, dropping bits of maggots and dead flesh on the ground as he continued after us but collapsed right at the double doors where we ran through.

No that Jason was gone. The man I was with sat down on the steps, in front of the doors Jason died at. As that was happening some school DCs show up one being a teacher in an orange shirt and some other student who had shourt brunette colored hair that stopped at her shoulders. She looked to be Indian and the teacher was talking to another unseen person saying. "These two." She pointed over at Me and the indian girl. "These two are always the ones to get left." Then a bus pulls up. After that I look over at the man and seen that he had become too weak to hold himself up and laying on his back behind him was what was left of Jason who is now a pile of innards that looked like intestines and brown blood. That man was laying it and I can see that the stuff. I ran up to him and can see he was still alive and was in pain from the innards. They were corrosive! I quickly picked the man up in may arms and ran on to the bus that I knew was there to take me home. As we rode on the bus the man became better and it was now daylight. I was looking out the back of the bus that had windows there and we had stopped at a red light. As we waited I saw a young boy out in the yard hitting at bees. He hit one at me and somehow I got stung and I yelled at him about it. The man on the bus says. "I know where he lives. I will get him. The bus takes off and we are on our way to somewhere.

Now I'm in a completely different part of the dream. I'm watching Power rangers and there is a Megazord fight going on. A gold and red colored robot is fighting the Megazord from Pertarangers and for some reason in the drea he is known for the wolf Kiaser Megazord. He is winning and is throwing the robot into buildings since this city is abandoned. They get tossed nearly out of the arena. They get back up only to get uppercut and slammed into another building. I get a brief thought about a scene that I have seen recently where a megazord punches a monster down and he falls into an allyway inbetween two buildings the Megazord ans looking down upon him. The people inside to robot decides to surrender, throwing up there hands. But the Megazord didn't see it and gets ready to finish them. The three people inside the cockpit scream for them to stop. They heard them at the last possible second and spared them. The Megazord grabs them by the throat, looks at them for a short time then drops them, turning and walking away. I thought "Man this is the longest Megazord battle I have ever watched." The higher up bad guys didn't like what has happened and the shot a beam down to Earth, hitting the Robot the three people were in. It showed red and gold colored DNA and something got pulled out and replaced with an intrusive white triangular shape and a something bad has happened tune plays. The Pilots got ejected from their robot and and the robot is his own being. He says something in his own voice then goes and attacks to Megazord while it's back was turned. After some time I began to hear a rumbling sound and I realized that the rangers were now pissed and is about to form the ultrazord. I seen the bear ninjazord run in sight for a split second before darting behind another building. Knew the crane was coming out next and know how it like things that are graceful. So I started dancing around gracefully, wanting it to land on my hand but woke up.

Morning of June 15, 2018. Friday.



In my dream, I am in a mostly undefined setting of which cannot be determined to be indoors or outdoors, though it does not have the typical essence of bilocation. It seems near late morning. I am involved in adding to an ongoing model and story about a journey by sea, though the features of this model sit on the picnic table or hover in the air slightly above it when implied to be within the ocean depths. Other people seem to be present watching and listening to my narration, but I do not actually see anyone else.

The ship seems to be a schooner, sailing from left to right in my view. I talk about the dangers that might be encountered. I slowly add an unrealistic number of rocks. The model schooner is about four inches in length.

As my dream nears its end, I add more and more squid, which hover in the air (though implied to be below the ocean’s surface in this model) which are slightly bigger than the ship. A couple of them roll up (left to right) and transform into snails that continue to hover in the air in the seascape’s implied depths. I slowly become aware that I am dreaming and had been non-lucidly testing vestibular system correlation, which I have been doing more of in my dreams in the last few months. (This correlates with another recent dream with different autosymbolism based on the same dynamics, where a solid pipe became a hose, and the eardrum was represented as a hissing valve I “popped”, more related to the illusory “ears” of the dream self.)

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The majority of my dreams since early childhood have vestibular system correlation autosymbolism of several different types. (This includes flying, falling, hovering, and rising dreams, which are unrelated to waking life, despite the multitude of people who continue to propagate falsehoods about “symbolism” without understanding that dreams are autosymbolic.)

Although this could be considered an extension of the usual water induction process, there is no water present (though WLWS is implied). It additionally includes the hovering factor of vestibular system correlation as well as the visual rendering (by way of the virtuous circle effect of developing a deeper and deeper understanding of dreams and clarity of mind stemming from both lucid and non-lucid dream control).

The vestibular system correlation is represented by the transformation of squid into snail and visual analogies to the inner ear; that is, semicircular canals, vestibular nerve, and cochlea.

What little waking life relevance (always literal) is present is based on my youngest son’s friends recently to leave the region on an oceangoing yacht, where they have otherwise lived for a long time.

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