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Dream: I was in a gym, rolling (a term equivalent to sparring in BJJ) with some unknown person. I had earphones in and was listening to a song by Flatbush Zombies*. The instructor came over to me, as I was in side mount, placed his hand on my back and signaled for the rolling session to be over. He lined the rest of those in the gym in a line with me and called out the names of those who would move onto compete in a break-dancing competition. Me and some other unknown people were chosen. I seemed very excited to be chosen. I told the instructor it was because I was listening to FZ* that I was able to perform. [My memory of the events that follow are vague...]

My parents are driving me out of the city of Toronto, surrounded by a few high rises, leading onto an overpass. I mention that this was not the way to the hotel where the audition would take place. My parents turn around and we head to the hotel [Vague...]

I'm walking through a thin hallway with the instructor who I assume is leading me to the competition. We end up in a room outside where my friend 'BB' blows dust in my face several times, each time I grow irritated. I continue to follow the instructor who leads me to his black van. He slides the side door open which reveals two large tubs full of compacted keef and one seat which the instructor is sitting on, gesturing for me to come in.

Side notes:
I attempted a MILD, but I don't think I performed it correctly.

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Total Dream Sign Count
Inner Awareness = 2
Action = 1
Form = 4
Context = 2

Total LD's/Dream = 0/5 = 0%

Please comment and let me know if you think I missed some dream sign classifications in the journal entry!

I was watching the sun, it started flickering and turning different colors. It turned pink, and I was like...well that's different. I think I may have willed it to burn out because I kept thinking it looks like its trying to burn out...then everything went dark, the sun died. I turned to some friends and said, "Well boys, we lost the sun" Then it turned back on.
Then the whole dream changed and I was in a classroom filled with women listening to a lecture about the history of slavery... I kept asking what I was doing here? I told the lecturer that this was stupid, and I was wasn't going to watch a power point presentation about slaves but the person giving the lecture looked like a lizard wearing human makeup...or a very unattractive tranny wearing a lizard costume. I got up and walked out and the dream ended. Weird yo.

06.03.2018
05:00 AM

Weird Harry Potter Dream (non-lucid)

I a student at Hogwarts and an evil wizard got access to a magical artifact that can cause mass illusions to those around it. I don't remember much of the details but my friends and I were trying to stop him. Ultimately we confronted him and tried to make a deal with him but he just laughed and attacked us.

06.04.2018
09:00 AM

Weird Gelantamine Dreams (SSILD DILD)

I took 4mg of galangamine and some alpha gpc after a short WBTB. I tried SSILD WILD but it took me to long to fall asleep so I ended up just getting a DILD.

I am playing Runescape and feel super sluggish like I have zero energy. In the dream I am part of a small clan and we are fighting a boss for a new quest. Apparently I am friends with Zezima and he plays on an alt account.

Later on I bowling with my girlfriend and some friends. I still feel really sluggish and weird. I am semi-lucid enough ton wonder if this is from the galantamine but not enough to question if this is a dream. The friends are looking at me waiting for me to go so I do my best to keep playing.

Later still I am with some family at Costco. I feel pretty normal now. Apparently there is a new section for video games there. I ask my nephew to join me in trying it out. I lose him in the crowd on the way over and spontaneously become lucid. I start to fly to one of the freezer isles then remember I have goals. I want to summon Juliana yet again. I am determined to summon her without the reach back method. I try to get her to walk around the corner into the isle but instead comes my friend and his parents. I ask the mom if maybe she is Juliana but in the wrong form. She doesn't know what I am talking about and sounds like my friends mom actually does. I start to fly away and destabilize quickly.

I am at disney land and semi lucid now. Now I feel the opposite of sluggish. I feel really high. Again I wonder if its from the galantamine. We start to ride on of the rides.

Created Monday 04 June 2018

Got a fairly substantial WILD/DEILD loop to note. There were a bunch of other things I'm sure I've forgotten, even for parts of the LDs noted below.

Spoiler for It's quite a bit.:

Dream 1 - Meditation Meter

Numerous WILD/DEILD transitions in bed, each waking interlude between them about a minute to three minutes apart. Most of these were preceded by numerous bouts of REM Atonia/Hypnagogia, transitioning successfully into LDs via my rolling off the bed and into the void. In the first of such LDs, I sat crosslegged and meditated. I blurted intentions of doing so for a thousand years, though I was too anxious to go over a minute. Concurrently, this not only caused me to levitate, but also brought forth a counter in view, a grey score box with white text. In a later transition, I was "woken up" by a powerful storm, its gusts blasting the front door out of its hinges. As startling as it was to suddenly feel water droplets impacting me at cutting speeds, I ignored as much in favor of dreaming. Still, I didn't get much done besides walking around momentarily. Another LD had me willfully try invoking the Backyard while in the void, but no luck.

All in all, I could identify three LDs above, though I'm sure there were plenty of others. More detailed LDs occurred later.

Dream 2 - Mega Hag

Scene 1 - Cavern Chase
DEILD transition. The visuals started a bit dim and quite blurred, but clarified a bit over time. I was deep within a wide system of caverns, its brown stone surfaces visible via an unknown source of light. Hardly a few seconds passed before I was suddenly chased by a massive figure: a snarling ~40ft. tall hag, her dark hair and much of her bare grey skin both blatanly frizzled/pruned, as if she'd been living in a muddy lake all her life. Past her savagery (and murky smell), she actually had a decent looking face and figure. Still, I wasn't about to find out what she'd do if she got her hands on me. I rocketed backwards at about her pace, swerving and rolling past stalagmites and similar hazards, as well as her grasp. When the giantess got too close, I fired ki beams at her, though it didn't slow her down for long. On the contrary, this only made her tromp towards me more furiously, her face contorting into a hideous, inhuman scowl. Eventually, the hag caught up. Had no choice but to take her hand-to-hand.

Things distort. Immediate transition.

Scene 2 - We'll Get Them Nazis!
The visuals were brighter and a bit clearer. I was swimming in the middle of the ocean, cloudy blue sky above. Still lucid. I was unwittingly strangling someone, a mustachioed Nazi officer, or the corpse of one, at least. After tossing the body, I noticed a small yatch (one far too contemporary in appearance for that supposed era) passing by, of which was occupied with the dead man's comrade's. So, I swam after it. Upon catching up, I capsized the boat with a simple throw. Even so, I took pains in ensuring that neither of the men were injured from the vehicle's propellers. I then spotted a beach in the distance, storm clouds looming over its shores. As I made my way there, the dream collapsed.

Dream 3 - Guide's False Aspect

Scene 1 - Damp, Tepid Aura
The visuals were a bit dim and slightly blurred. I was at home, walking downstairs in the middle of the night. Got aware within seconds. Halfway down, I called for the kitchen light to turn on, though I got the stove light to turn on instead. Once downstairs, I tried summoning my guide, E, several times, imagining that she'd appear on the sofa, though that didn't happen. Just then, the light flickers out. A figure opens the sliding door next to me. Enter a glowing specter in the form of my guide, its damp, tepid aura giving away that this wasn't who I called for. Suspenseful string chords blared in the background. But, I didn't give in to fear, and only pretended as much. The ghost, of course, ran after me, though I didn't get very far before she caught me. She then made numerous attempts to bite down on my face, kept away only by a wrist's length. Much like the above-mentioned night creature, she took on an uncomely, monstrous appearance. I willed her back into a superficial near-facsimile of my guide. Really changed the context of what was going on...

Immediate warp.

Scene 2 - Don't Stand So Close To Me
The visuals were very blurred. I was in an unknown room, seated on one of many folding chairs in the area. Lots of people were around partying. A few of them got too close for comfort, especially some black dude with glasses. Uninterested in any of this, I walked off to look for something more amusing. Didn't take long for the dream to collapse.

Dream 4 - Meditation Meter MK II

DEILD transition in bed. Once again, I sat crosslegged, and began meditating, this time willfully bringing the above-mentioned interface. This displayed two different counters, one counting the duration of my meditation, and the other some abstract attribute (willpower, or somesuch). The latter started at an excessive negative number, something in the near minus hundred thousand range. As time went on, this number incremented positively, slowly at first, then at an exponential rate. I was satisfied when it reached the thousands, and lost track.

Not too clear on the rest. I'm sure I was back in another cavern. Don't recall how this ended.

I’m sitting at a table by a window in what seems to be a coffee shop/bookshop, looking down at the streets below—a couple floors below, I’d say. The people in the room are seated at couches on both sides of the tables, and it seems to be pretty full right now. The street below is has broad sidewalks on either side of the road and mostly tall buildings with shop windows along the side of it I can see - a city center vibe. And while this is supposedly Prague—it seems I’ve come here for a week or so—it doesn’t resemble anywhere in particular.

It’s early evening. The streetlights have come on and snow is falling, and I spend a while just watching people go by. I think about how I could watch the snow fall from where I’m staying as well. It would also be nice in its own way, but there wouldn’t be anywhere near as much going on.

4.6.18

Dream: I was watching kids play ball hockey in what seemed to be my grades book gym. I must have been the coach because one of my kids scored to win the game so I ran into the court, picked up him up side ways and pretended to ram him through the rest of the players like an battering ram. All the kids were laughing. Our team was gathered together celebrating the win when I noticed a kid weeping. The rest of the team noticed as well and the mood changed from happy to sad. I asked him why he was upset and he said something like he didn’t feel included. I took him outside the gym to talk so he wouldn’t be embarrassed. I gave him some words of comfort and said something along the 'swearing is fun' to cheer him up. He laughed so I picked him up but he was heavy which I told him and threw him in the snow. Now that he was all cheered up we walked back to the gym.

As I enter the gym I notice it is an ice hockey arena with grown men playing hockey. I can see their faces clearly when suddenly everything transforms into a football game. The players play as though it’s rugby rules with constant lateral passes.

The surrounding area now turns into a tropical beach with the outskirts of a big city and an ocean a few yards after a small cliff and a rock plateau. I noticed my friends were gone. I also noticed at least somethings moving along the plateau a large (they turned out to be crabs) rabid man ran to the front of the pack and snatched one to eat. I turn back and realise I don’t know anybody. There’s a man sharpening a knife under a long tarp near the street. I can tell he’s bad. I offer him something to look through like a telescope or binoculars but when he opens the casing to look through his face his shot with this thick beige mold like really thick oatmeal which I hope kills him. He starts laughing maniacally. I realize I had gotten that strange material from my friends who were trapped under the surface of the ground but had turn to zombies with purple and blue shiny eyes. My attention returns to the man sharpening his knife, but now he’s crawling on his stomach as if he has lost the use of his lower body. He’s purple, silver, and shining. I’m trying to walk away but it feels hard to do so. I run into the city which is decaying except a place possibly called “Waysayckers”. I ask the guy if I could train martial arts there 24/7 but he tells me there’s no way he’d let that happen. I see a kid with small stickers or patches polka dotting across his go doing front kicks.

Fragment: Moving into a house with roommates from my 3rd year of university and partying, smoking weed, drinking.

Fragment: Sleeping in the same bed as Steve, looking at photos of me cut-out and dressed in real cloth.

Fragment: Preparing soup lunches on the floor for my family

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Dream Sign Count
Inner Awareness = 1
Action = 0
Form = 3
Context = 1

Total LD's/Dream = 0/4 = 0%

Please comment and let me know if you think I missed some dream sign classifications in the journal entry!

I went to bed around 8.
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After my first few hours sleep I woke up and thought through my dreams. I actually sat in my chair and recalled them sitting with my lap top instead of laying back down. To ensure I didn't have the RBFA. My chair reclines so its comfortable enough to kinda think of my dreams without strain, but it's not gonna let me fall asleep under most conditions.

I forgot the earliest stuff. I remember something from my Nana's. Something with my cousin J, and Nana, and maybe Aunt B. Probably other relatives, too. Something near the pool.

I remember walking down the beach, on the side accross from the other state. There were people, doing various things. One person was commenting on someone far away, eating too close to a garbage can.

I don't remember a lot else from walking down that beach, but there was more stuff. When I got to the end, there was someone smoking. Then I walked up, kinda angry and saw more people at a table, seeming to be about to smoke. So I "gave them a piece of my mind" by saying, "I'm sick of your crap" or something like that. I forgot exactly what happened.

I remember walking away from there, afraid they were mad at me. I was a few blocks from the block I lived on, since fourth grade, but I turned up 2 earlier streets coming from the lower numbers. D G was on that road.

He was residually mad at me from before, so we fought. I managed to pin him down and thought this would be best so that he didn't escape and hurt me some how.

I had been holding him down with weapons but let him get up. P B and 2 other guys came along, one a replica of P B. F S H. Then there was something with these pills we had to take. They were like retainer brite pills. I remember thinking of when I should take it, then remembering, "Wait. I'm supposed to just take the medicine, not try to analyze how and when." P B was to my left, and had a thicker pill, which was supposed to be the "negative ion" of the one I had. it was thicker. The word Hydro Chloride comes to mind and my pill may have been something with an M.

I kinda remembered something with A J or J M, my Dad's friend's kids. But, only vaguely...

In this last part, we were at my college house. Y J was there. It was a party. There was some winter holiday sounding music, saying, "Please be (religious chracter), Please be (religious character), Please be (religious character) tonight." I wonder if I will remember the tone. I was sitting at my desk kind of annoyed maybe.

There may have been something with a pool somewhere in there.

Okay! Good to get those typed before going back to bed. Would have like to have recalled more but its okay for first round of dreams. Back to bed.

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It took my a while to fall asleep that time, but I finally did. I had some restless legs but not enough energy to get up and exercise. I dreamed that I was in my room. And had some foam thing next to my bed that wouldn't stay up. I was on the phone with M from Florida while trying to turn on my lap top. The room was kind of dark. I remember the lap top screen.

M was saying something about how people apply the same stuff to dating as they did to church and they have to stop that to have any success dating. I think I was afraid my dad heard the conversation. I woke up, recalled it, and then RBFA.

(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ)

In this next dream I was driving one of the silver cars. I parked somewhere. I was wearing my orange glasses to drive as well as jeans and a navy blue shirt. FSH.

I remember getting to this building that was made for people to come hang out. Like a "boys and girls club" but for any ages. I remember walking in, and seeing some older people there at first. Forgot some of those details. At some point I became lucid but its not clear to me now exactly how or when.

I remember talking to some people from there, but I was afraid the indoor lighting would keep me up at night. Still, I liked the fact that people could see my eyes, without my orange glasses. I figured I'd put on my orange glasses on the way home and still fall asleep. So that wasn't lucid yet. I talked with 2 guys there at first. I've been thinking recently in waking life about how I don't go out much, so in this dream, I felt good about having gotten out more. I was like, 'Oh, yeah, I come here every week! I'm getting out a lot. Maybe I will even find a girl friend here!'

There was a chalk board that said something about how some people think gaming is okay but "believers" and some other people don't. But they have to not interfere with the people who like gaming.

I know I got lucid at some point. I walked through one room and someone was on a computer. I still had my clothes on. But suddenly, I was naked! 'Was I naked all this time?' I thought. 'No,' I remembered. 'It's a dream and my clothes must have just dissappeared.' I still tried to get some privacy.

Around the corner there was a woman. "Don't come here! I'm naked!" I said. "Wait," I said, knowing it was a dream. I basically asked her to psychically make clothes appear on me. It didn't work. We interacted some more, and I woke up.

I laid there and recalled them, and had another RBFA! But it's okay because my memory held up pretty well.

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In these dreams, my sister and I were on a picnic blanket at the beach. There was something with Eckhart Tolle's voice, too. But I remember looking out accross the water and it went on forever, no sign of anything on the other side. And there was a brilliant orange glow to it, like a sun rise or sun set. When we looked up the beach, that seemed to go on forever, too.

The Eckhart Tolle voice was joking about how it must be India. But it was silly because there was no indication of any particular location. It was just a beach somewhere in the world, presumably near the ocean. I'm not sure if I became lucid there.

I "woke up" to another dream from that one, and I was sleeping in my room at my current location. Only it was like being kids and my sister shared a room with me. We both woke up at the same time like, "Wow! We just had a cool lucid dream of being on the beach!" So the context was that we had both been working on lucid dreaming together, and sharing dreams.

We carried our bedding accross the hall to mom and dad's room, which in waking life is just dad's room, accross the hall from mine. We were gonna sleep on their floor. Mom seemed unsure about this but it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. To sleep on mom and dad's floor and tell them about our dreams.

So, I woke from those, and recalled them, and didn't RBFA. My recall was overall pretty good and the dreams were very interesting.

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It took a while to fall asleep again, but eventually, sleep happened. I remember there was a pizza, but it was for other people. I ate some anyway. Then they came back. I thought I would be in trouble. This part is kinda vague.

There was a bunch of stuff in the middle of this dream. I remember walking around, hoping to find where A J N worked because I would move to that state and see if she was single.

I remember pacing around the house and turning. There was some other stuff, but it was too vague. There was a significant amount of it though, and I had become lucid.

Where my memory picks back up, I was walking around with my hands in a sort of clasped position (one palm holding the other hand, with the palms open?) and a woman told me I looked pathetic that way. And that I should stand more proudly, basically. I told her my mom said something similar. (Was that in the dream?) Anyway, I continued talking to her, when this old man with a big white beard appeared. He looked like of like Saruman the White from Lord of the Rings.

The woman seemed to not notice him. "Do you see that guy?" I kept asking her. I think I was lucid. The guy with the white beard started trying to dance with me, and she didn't acknowledge him. But then eventually she did. I think the woman had brown hair, and was wearing red. There was a white fridge in the room.

I woke up from that briefly, and thought about it. But then had a DEILD.

The first thing I wanted to do was recall the previous dream, because it was so long. (I guess it was REM rebound.) So, I tried to find a place to lay down. There was a table I tried to lay down on but it wasn't that comfortable. I decided I would need a cushion, and went looking.

There was a room with a woman and a baby. I think I talked to them a little. Then, I got the cushion. There were plenty of cushions. I laid it on the table and almost laid down to do my dream recall, when I decided, 'I am in a dream already! I will just let the chips fall where they may in terms of recall. And for now, I will just explore the dream.' So I walked into another series of rooms.

Each one had a woman and a baby, I think. I walked through one, through a door to another. Through a door to a third room, and I got to some place kind of new. It was playing Here as in Heaven by Elevation Worship. The music was really faint but it took a while to realize what it was. I think the words were the same.

I remember seeing these little machines which dispensed Jelly Beans. 'Dream food!' I thought. 'Gotta go get some!' But I felt like I wasn't allowed, for some reason. I went anyway, and dispensed some Jelly Beans with the little knob thing. I ate a hand ful. They were super sweet and tasted exactly like my memory of Jelly Beans. I don't think I've had Jelly Beans in over 5 years, maybe even 8-10 years. But I clearly remember thinking that this was exactly how I remembered them tasting. 'They are taking a while to chew,' I thought. I wanted to eat the next bite. I thought about Steve Pavlina's Dream Food article and how the Dream Donuts melted in his mouth within moments, allowing him to eat the whole thing easily. But these Jelly Beans were stuck in my mouth and I was getting bored. Also, this cookie thing appeared. A few of them. They were square with some kind of bumpy frosting. They looked like pop tarts. I remember looking up to see what the music was coming from, and the dream ended.

I had a false awakening of being on my dream journal chair, on my lap top, ready to dream journal. My dream journal chair was where my exercise bike is in waking life. Instead of my note pad file, it showed a video screen of another guy's face. As if I was on Skype, but every word I said, he mirrored it, to where I thought he was reading my mind and then saying what I was going to say before I could.

Eventually I told him, "Look, I'm sorry, but I need to dream journal." I think that's what I said, unless I some how decided that talking to him was enough of a dream journal, or became lucid. Not sure. Then a moose appeared. "A moose just appeared," I told him. He made a dog appear. The dog jumped on the moose's back and suddenly the dog had antlers but the moose did not. Then there was a puddle I think they drank out of. The moose got antlers again.

I woke from that back to bed but I was in the phase again, really. I heard some ringing, but highly doubted anything else would happen. No way I would have another dream.

But, I actually had one more false awakening of going to use my dream journal chair. I just don't remember what happened in it besides the room being light. When I appeared back in bed, I think I was still in the phase, having a stream of conciousness. I was trying to do dream recall but it wasn't working because I was still in the phase, and just didn't know.

Eventually I found myself physically awake again, and realized, "Oh. This time I am really awake." And then proceeded to do dream recall. The giant gap of missing material from the middle of that first dream was sad, but the rest of the memory was good. That's to be expected with REM Rebound. The dream is too long to fully remember. That's why sleeping regularly is ideal for dream recall, because it's easier to remember a dream of average length. (I think.)

I got up to go #1, and then instead of typing, decided to lay back down. I realized it would be a gamble to RBFA but that if I was awake enough to recognize what a gamble it would be, I was awake enough to remember the dreams next time. It worked, and I'm lucky!

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I slept some more and had more dreams. I don't remember the exact order and there was a bunch of RBFA.

I remember a part where I was over my neighbors' house. It was drizzling. I had gone into their garage or something. I forgot why and I don't think I knew why in the dream, either. One of them asked me if it bothered me that they had some red wine. I said it didn't bother me but it kinda did.

One of the last dreams was pretty complex. I had laid there a while, and eventually I felt like the dream transported me back to a previous scene of the earlier lucid dreams, which was exciting. Now that I think of it, I don't remember this being a repeat, but I felt like it was. There was someone gambling. They kept bringing up their tokens and winning a lot. But they said the person at the desk never complimented them for their wins, only put them down for their losses. I remembered R from my job in the Mid West.

There was a part with D W. I had a giant thing of rice. I offered him some. He took two globs and pretended to eat them but then spit them out. It was all meant to be a joke.

My memory is weirdly blanking out. There was stuff I had in my head but it's vanishing. Maybe it will come back if I lay down.

(ZZZ?)

Well, actually I didn't fall back asleep. I remembered one scene where I was in a room and there were women there. I had a stack of money from 1, 5, 10, 20, 50, and 100 dollar bills. I put it out on the table to kind of show off. I might have been lucid. I remember there was a 55 dollar bill which seemed funny to me. I also remembered the skee ball table thing where the guy was getting the tokens, and feeling like I was predicting things within the dream.

earlier:
+ in a kitchen, visuals vague, some guy is there, I'm handling and observing a clear plastic package of foot. It is like Orzo or rice crispies (small eliptical shapes) packed in a two-part clear plastic container. I'm wondering if it's spoiled. I pry the two plastic sides apart and some of the pieces of food are a different color. I try one and I think it has indeed spoiled.

+ walking the path / ducks. On a (covered?) slightly curving dark path with family. Come across a duck pond, there are new ducklings there. I point them out to my kids. My son S1 is about 9 years old or younger and is gushing over the ducks, "Thank you so much, Dad, for taking us to see the ducks!" he's saying over and over. The duck pond area is dark and on a tight curve of the path.

+ tennis inside a court surrounded by a high nets all around (all 6 sides), I'm encouraging my deceased wife and I to just hit the ball as hard and high as we can

later:

+ in CH garage, look up the driveway, a girl (or 2) are driving away in a small car, I call out to them not to do, but to wait for me. Up on the street I'm looking at the L's house modifications, trying to understand the changes they made, it's like they made the house longer. Around the side on F street, I feel like I could fly to look more closely around the side, the back side of the house seems entirely open now

+ Cousin Sus and her card of all her cards and gifts for me, showing kids how to nail and screw wood, Sus again shows me her kid's electronic experiment kits and I observe them and talk with (unseen) kid about (TTL?) chips, input/output signals, power & ground, I'm looking at the sets and see a bread/patch-board full of wire connections, I think these are not 5V circuits but might be full-power line voltage circuits and I doubt that I know how to work with them.

+ I'm talking to a guy who I'm going to prank, he's a complainer (about safety?) so I tease him about all the stations that are set up around the place. I jump with him from the 2nd-floor deck down to the ground below and some famous guy is there and I'm still pranking this guy with the help of the famous guy, I'm saying how he's not hurt we didn't jump down from too high up

1st dream- I was in a convertable with this guy snd we were driving pretty slowly throughs town. When all of a sudden this girl comes from a four way stop into our lane and just stops in our way. So the guy driving being an asshole barely taps their front bumper and stops (becuase technically the girl is at fault here). And she has the audacity to get out of her car screaming," you wanna fight, do you wanna fight." And me being extremely annoyed," lets go bitch, leeeeeeees goooo." So I get out of the car amd she goes," tracks truce." Which basically means no hair pulling. And me being the savage I am in this dream go," This is all real motherfucker." Before I elbowed the shit out of her. Just repeatedly elbowing her. It was pretty fucked up.

2nd dream-I dreamed that I had all of this paper currency in front of me and was constantly trying to organize it for some reason. And I couldn't get the bills in the right order and it was constantly bugging me.

Night of June 3, 2018. Sunday.



This brief vivid lucid dream was triggered by a lapse into unconsciousness while I was contemplating liminal space while still semi-conscious. I was actually thinking about a telephone and its autosymbolic meaning in representing potential communication between dream self and conscious self, though was visualizing a rotary telephone sitting on a table with my dream self in the room and my conscious self on the other side of the wall. It is rendered as a simple sketchy diagram (with the correct waking orientation layout, the dream self room with the telephone on the left and my conscious self’s room on the right).

Eventually, I am within a vivid lucid dream. Zsuzsanna’s cell phone is sitting on the top of the couch and very soon catches on fire for no discernible reason. I find this intriguing and immediately wake.

No mystery here, as waking processes of shorter dreams since early childhood have often involved fire suddenly starting as consciousness initiation autosymbolism, not quite as common as vestibular system correlation though sometimes combined in waking process synthesis with such as a meteor or falling and burning airplane and many more forms of inherent autosymbolism of which is unrelated to waking life in most cases (other than when prescient or as a literal carryover).

This is additionally validated by the cell phone being in the fictitious location atop the couch where I had just otherwise had my head in reality prior to going to bed (thus my lucid dream self was focusing on the last place my physical brain was before being in bed in addition to thinking about communication through liminal space of which the cell phone represented).

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Morning of June 4, 2018. Monday.



I find myself swimming and breathing underwater (as I have always done in such scenarios) inside an unfamiliar house of which is mostly empty of furniture.

There is a clear memory of an unknown man having told me about an experience with a shark. His son had been playing with a shark and also had fishing line wrapped around him that was also wrapped around the shark. There is a vague puzzlement as to why anyone would play with a shark (perhaps they were both naïve), but there is nothing said about the boy or his father being in any danger. The man described how he had gotten his son back, but had not been able to get him back solely from pulling on the fishing line, which seemed to puzzle him.

I eventually notice a shark remaining in one position above me, close to a wall and near the ceiling. There is a long length of fishing line trailing out from its mouth, curving through the water in at least one figure eight pattern, some of the line through its gills and some over the dorsal fin. The other end of the fishing line ends near where I am floating near the center of the room. I do not feel endangered in any way.

I consider pulling on the fishing line to see what happens, but I decide not to and swim around for awhile, exploring the mostly empty house. There is a peaceful feeling despite a shark being present, though it never moves from its original position.

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Autosymbolism explained:

Being underwater: Instinctual awareness of being asleep. (Being able to breathe underwater is proof that I have subliminal awareness that I am dreaming.)

Shark: Instinctual in-dream awareness of RAS (reticular activating system) and its waking process function.

Not pulling on the fishing line: Liminal dream control (dream control without lucidity) based on lifelong understanding of dream state autosymbolism. (If I had pulled on the fishing line, it might have initiated RAS.)

The memory of the story: I was wondering if my youngest son was sleeping well in his room before I went to bed. This carried over into a projected backstory in this dream.

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Lucid dreaming (being consciously aware of being in the dream state) and control of a dream by way of dream self modulation over RAS are unrelated despite the myth of lucidity being related to dream control still being widely propagated.

This dream is obviously modulated by my dream self (by way of the virtuous circle effect in having a deep understanding of my dreams for over fifty years), yet I am not lucid. I use the term “liminal” in a different way than some other writers. Technically, there is a subtle difference between subliminal and liminal regarding the dream self’s perception, but when I write “liminal dream control” I am describing full control of a dream without any awareness that I am dreaming or even recalling what a dream is. This is a specific type of synaptic OR gating.

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I am in a fairly large subterranean cavern. It is very dark, with the dark stone walls and the dark water of indeterminable depth. Somehow, I am afloat on the surface of the water (whether by myself or on top of something). I pull out my phone to use its flashlight, but the screen’s luminescence is enough to enable to water, stone, and sparse vegetation along the walls to come eerily into view. I am slightly upset about this, as I wanted to see it first or only by the flashlight? Now, I am by a stone wall. It is featured enough to enable me to start ascending it, and I do so. The ridges are just close enough and just good enough, though they are a little small to be completely secure footholds. Still, I am too high to easily come back down, so I continue to the top. I climb up and over and am on a stone walkway traversing this wall. I follow it and find myself inside of a room (it looks like the office at Dad’s house? though blended into this area). Makayla is here, seated at a desk. I find it bizarre that I came up from a subterranean cavern and found myself here.

I am on a boat with Melissa. This boat has physical inclinations of being a speed boat, though there is a mental connotation of it being a much larger vessel, due to an array of items abundantly stored about. We are lying on a seat or some other space that is free of the mostly organized clutter. There is the open water to our right (I believe this boat is moving at a moderate speed) and the helm mostly visible a few yards from our heads. The semi-enclosedness and silmutaneous proximity to the open water creates an interesting feeling. Melissa is naked, her legs slightly splayed. I am comfortably between them, gently but aptly going down on her. I think someone is now up by the wheel of the boat, so we move to cover ourselves up a bit, though not completely.

I am on a trip or something with Dad, but we don’t feel to be too far from home. We’re outside, in an area that really reminds me of the Anderson Park area by Mom’s. It’s a neighborhood area, but with dirt trails and natural/small farm areas. I am seeing the area from on a map and zoom onto a street up ahead. I want to go to the end of this straight dirt trail, turn left, and onto the short dead-end street. Either we are there or I am seeing it from a satellite view on the map, but I see the few houses. They are fairly close together, though separated by leafy trees. Their brighter colors coupled with the area, the trees, and the sunlight filtering in creates a very pretty scene. Dad and I are walking and come to a pool of water about 15 feet or less across our path. I think it’s shallow enough to walk through. I stop to take pictures of the clouds, trees, and sky that are being reflected in the calm layer of water.

I have a child. This child is a newborn, though I’m not sure who birthed it. It almost seems as though it was not birthed, but rather simply came into existence. It almost seems that I ‘birthed’ it, by no literal means of the word, only that it’s existence came to be only through myself. Regardless of origins, I am holding it, with its small naked body and longer, black hair. There must have been some gestation period though, as I was assuming this child was a girl. But now it is being made known to me that the child is male. As I hold him, my reaction is a quiet yet jubilant “hell yes!” I am warm and content in the satisfaction of having a son. Later, I am apprehensive in the realization that I still have to work full work-weeks and slightly saddened and embarrassed that I still reside at home.