I find myself in the middle of the night in a car. As I am about to start the engine I see a man who is driving from left and then right. He bumps in to the back of another vehicle and flips to the side of the road. I get out of my car to call 911 but I could see ambulance already on their way. I take a few minutes to run to them but eventually they drove right pass me and to the scene. As I run back to the scene I was introduce to this detective. She tells me we are going over to a part where we suspect dangerous criminals live. I ask her have you done this before and if she'll be okay on her own. She said yes but if she needs my help she'll let me know. We both pulled out our guns and enter the forest in till we appeared on a road. As we are walking on the road we hear a bullet zoom right passed us. It came from twelve clock , I look at the tree's in the distance and could see a man in a tree made house holding a sniper. I tried shooting at him a couple of times but then someone at the far left in the woods also began shooting. I begin wondering if we were cornered so I told lets take shelter at this abandon cabin not too far from us. The weather was clouded grey but now began to rain. I look out the cabin windows and could no longer see them at their original positions. I assume they were coming to us inside the cabin. I pulled my knife out and enter inside the first room closet to the door. I told her to hide in the closet that would be straight across the hallway all the way down. So that when they open the door she would have a clear shot. I decided to leave the room door I was in slightly open so that it could possibly distract them. Even if they enter I would take advantage of the situation by hiding at the side of the door and use the knife in a close up fight. The door opens and I could hear someone footsteps can closer and closer to my room. Then the door brushes against my shoulder, I act on my instincts and turn around to stab him in the neck. I am surprise when I see it is my brother. Unfortunately I had already stab him as he drops to the floor holding his neck. The shock and confusion made me realize there's no way I could have just killed my brother. I become lucid and told the detective with me that I am going to go get some air. I look out the cabin window and jump while now flying through the tree's. My then flying turned in to floating so I decided to land at a near by road. I could see people who appeared to be near by neighbors talking to one another while making jokes. A woman who resembled a video game character was having trouble starting her car. I approach it and took her out of it as it was car I wanted to test my driving on. She then runs from me and I notice there's no key. If I had better dream control I would have been able to start it off. I walk towards the neighbors to see if they had any cars. When I got to them I was puzzled to just hearing them repeating the same phrases to each other and then laughing about it. It happen over and over again so I decided I would rather not talk to them. I then had a false awakening.
Morning of February 23, 2018. Friday. In the first part of my dream, I am sitting on the floor of the Gellibrand Street apartment’s porch. (We have not lived there in years.) I am looking through and reading some coupons relating to free offers. By writing down four letters which appear on the coupon, KLRS, and then the next letter after each, underneath, LMST, it somehow causes a package to be immediately sent to our front door, though I do not open it as I focus on the unusual nature of this puzzling technology. I begin to ponder on how the company would know what I wrote in a notebook in my own home. I later write LMPR, and MNQS underneath. (Throughout my dream, I clearly read and write uppercase letters which remain the same, which is atypical of the dream state, as writing typically changes in many dreams when looking back at it again.) A handwritten message appears above the letters relating to the activation of a special offer. Similar events occur a few more times. I begin to wonder more about how this is possible. The setting changes (without my dream self paying much attention) to an unfamiliar location. It is a large room with a table. Dennis (an older half-brother on my mother’s side ) is present. (I have not seen him in real life since 1994.) I tell Dennis about the companies and clubs that somehow cause handwritten messages to appear in my notebook. I look through my notebook and, for a time, cannot find the evidence, though I eventually do and show him. One message is on what looks like black embossing tape with white letters. It easily comes off the page. Dennis is curious, but I consider he may not be convinced of this inexplicable technology. “Watch this,” I tell him. Instead of getting a code from a coupon, I make up a sequence. I write NOPQ, but decide to change it to LMNR, as I consider the code would probably not have four letters in a row in alphabetical order as such, even though they are otherwise in an alphabetical sequence. I then write MNOS underneath. A handwritten message appears out of nowhere that displays something like, “Thank you for activating your membership.” I use NORS, OPST underneath, and a similar message appears. I ask Dennis, “How are they doing this?” He does not reply. I use MNOS a few times (with NOPT), each time on a different page, and the same message appears above what I had written, relating to benefits of membership activation, though I eventually get, “You have already activated your membership. Thanks for your participation.” I start to consider that there may be hidden cameras everywhere. This seems to “explain” it, though I forget about the unlikelihood of writing appearing on paper from no discernible source. I write MNOS again and NOPT underneath. A large moving image of a Doberman Pinscher’s head appears on the wall. It is as if a film is being shown; the aspect ratio is square. The dog is apparently barking, but there is no sound. I perceive this as some sort of function to express a warning about repeatedly using the same code to activate something that had already been activated. There is no sense of threat at any time or any genuine wariness. In fact, I find it somewhat amusing even if it is inexplicable. Again, I ask Dennis, “How are they doing this?” There is now also an unfamiliar male in the room who I do not see as an imposer or related to the inexplicable events. I consider that he may be puzzled as well. Dreams are mainly ascending reticular activating system mediation (and modulation when the dream self by way of subliminal conscious self intent attempts to remain asleep) between transient dream self and whole conscious self identity, primarily being autosymbolism for consciousness reascension while subliminally exploring the dream state. Why so many people completely ignore this truth in favor of asinine pretense (often focusing on negative dynamics even where there are none) has baffled me since childhood. My development since early childhood, in understanding the dream state (and dismissing the tripe of books on the “meanings” of dreams while even marrying my literal “dream girl” in real life), has resulted in an extraordinary virtuous circle effect as seen in this dream, even though my dream self remains puzzled about the communication from my conscious self. Yes, that is what is happening. My conscious self is sending threads of communication (by way of the ECF, emergent consciousness factor, in RAS mediation) to my dream self to enhance skills which typically do not exist in the dream state (though some asinine individuals make the ridiculous claim that one cannot read in the dream state at all). It has nothing to do with “messages from the subconscious”, as my dream self IS the subconscious (and the subconscious is a dynamic band that has no viable temporality or consistent intelligence). Aside from that, only the conscious self has viable reasoning skills, including coherent perception of the written language, and yet here, my dream self maintains (again through the virtuous circle effect of having devoted much of my life to dream state study and enhancement of the dream state) some extent of control and feasible discernment regardless of not being viably lucid. The dog in the final scene represents the obedience factor (as I have explained in my journal many times before) as well as this dream’s WAF (waking alert factor) by way of my subliminal attempt to sustain the dream state. The wall is a liminal space divider between dream self and conscious self identity. The (transpersonal) preconscious personification (the unfamiliar male in the room) remains passive in my dream self’s subliminal activity until I wake.
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Date of Dream: FRI 23 FEB - 2018 Dream No. 285 - Student Struggles I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was doing some sort of tax assessment in TAFE, but the place didn't look like TAFE at all. I found the assessment very hard and at the end of it, I feel I didn't do well. To make things worse, I had received some sort of letter. When I first opened it and had a read, I didn't know who it was from. It was only after I got up to the second paragraph and kept on reading, I realised it was from my parents. The content of this letter was shocking and I had soon come to the realisation that the parents had infiltrated my diaries! It was in the second paragraph that the wrote about Murray, making fun of him and cursing him too. I didn't read the paragraph to detail because I was in such an outrage... I skipped straight away to the third paragraph to see what else they had come up with. The third paragraph was worse, they were now ridiculing and damning Dreamy WB! So they now knew everything, all my secrets! I didn't read the whole of paragraph three either... I quickly shut that letter and was now internally fuming at them, thinking to myself, “you will pay...”. The first paragraph wasn't about any dream guide though. The main reason my parents wrote that disrespectful letter is because they knew that I didn't do well on this tax assessment. I was thinking that it would only be a matter of time before I would find some way to get them back. What I didn't mention is that there was small fourth paragraph but I didn't read anything from there as I was at my limits after the mockery of Dreamy WB. Apparently there was a second tax assessment and so therefore, I was worried that I was going to get another nasty letter from my parents. Though when I started this assessment, it seemed way easier than the first one and the only think I had to do was work out the percentage rate for something. At the end, I found out that I had received 10 marks out of 10 and soon after, that's when the second letter came. There was nothing bad in this letter but there was no apology for the earlier mockery of dream guides either. I was then at my house and both my parents were still going on about the first tax assessment. My dad then led me outside into the backyard and started having a go at me by himself. When were down in the pergola area, my dad ended up pinning me against the brick wall, restraining me while verbally bullying me, including the threat of keeping me locked outside forever. While he was doing his thing, I just said to give me a minute while I did something. I managed to pull my head out of the restraining lock far enough in order to call for Dreamy WB. He actually asked me what I was doing, I did tell him, but made no mention that I was calling “the dream guide”. Also, he'd know who I was talking about if I called for “Dreamy WB”, so instead, for the entire procession, I called out for “Miss T”. At first, my voice didn't seem loud enough to reach her. It felt like I was getting nowhere and that I would most likely wake up before reaching her. I had to keep dismissing my dad's hassles and telling him, “Just wait, I'll attend back to you in a minute”. Eventually though, my voice got to a point where it was loud enough and despite my dad being present, I confidently called out. As mentioned before, it first felt like I was getting nowhere but then I felt some hope. My dad was still nagging me from behind but my eyes could help but widen with a sense of energy and enthusiasm as I perceived Dreamy WB's energy getting closer. I looked out to all the houses on the other side of the backyard fence and I had caught sight of something in the distance to my left. It was a giant black silhouette slowly, rockingly marching down the Greek guy's backyard stairs. At one point I got so excited that although there was no interested party around, it was more for myself, I yelled, “She's coming!”, while pointing to her. Dreamy WB looked giant from a distance but when she got close enough, she was a reasonable size, just slightly bigger than my dad. So now that Dreamy WB was on the premises, my dad went back to hold me in a complete, tight lock while continuing to verbally bully me. Still in the completely black silhouette form, Dreamy WB laid one hand on my upper back while she used the other one to pry my dad away from me. My dad wasn't going to give up; once Dreamy WB had loosened me from him, he tried to scramble to get a hold of me again. As usual, Dreamy WB wasn't going to put up with any of my parents' nonsense. She ended up carrying me and we raced my dad to the back garage door. As we got there first, Dreamy WB struggled to get in as my dad was trying to push past but she eventually got in and shut the door on my dad. Using one hand to hold me while she used the other one to keep the door shut while my dad pushed on it from the outside. I'm pretty certain she had visions of her own, giving my dad a taste of his own medicine and locking him out there. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
I just wanted to record this fragment of a dream I had 2 nights ago. I saw Slash with a crowd of people around him. Slash was shaking everyone's hand. I stood and watched for about 10 seconds before walking through the crowd to meet him. I said "Slash! Oh my god man, you were my inspiration! Thank you!" and I put my hand out to shake his hand. Slash reached out and gave me a hug. I said "Oh my god, so much love!" And that's all I remember from this scene. It was a pretty awesome moment. Although I remember thinking, "Weird, he looks a lot like my uncle Stuart." The rest of the dream heavily involved my family. And the whole dream was filled with themes of love.
Heh. Puns... Anyways, yesterday was pretty surreal in terms of the 'stuff' that happened. Glad to be back. Day 9: Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM Woke up at: 6:45 AM Nothing here. Day 10: Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM Woke up at: 6:30 AM Oddly enough, even though I slept for, like, 8 hours, I felt oddly refreshed upon waking up. Though I felt like I was in the verge of collapse at Band (Which was only an hour later), so... Yeah. Dream 01: Bar Fight In a rustic, old bar somewhere, I was locked in mortal combat with some black jumpsuit wearing thugs. I don't remember much about that fight, the only notable thing being Torbjorn chasing after a giant alcohol barrel. I'm guessing he worked there or something. Later on, my sister and my brother-in-law pull me and my older sister aside to talk about something. We sit down on a wooden booth. She gives us both a lecture about how this generation is scatterbrained and can't focus on one thing. I mock her, reminding her of the fact that, generally, she was also pretty disorganized. I think I remember saying, "Hay gurlfriend, hay gurl, hay, hay, h a y ~ " to her while she was telling us that. Dream 02: Vick Eventually, I find myself inside the Thinkspace. It's a grayish-blue gradient void that holds nothing inside of it. Except for Vick. Imagine the guy from Hotel Impossible, only swole and wearing a wifebeater shirt. And with a really bad attitude. Look, I don't really believe in ghosts, imaginary friends, tulpas, or whatever the hell you call them, but this guy was most definitely trying to fit himself into the 'dream guide' category. He pulls me aside to give me some tough advice. "Back then you at least had SOME pride, SOME push. Even if it was a DIFFERENT kind of drive, I don't want you to die on the hill you're heading." I don't know why I named him Vick. Maybe he introduced himself as something else but faulty dream memory distorted it into the name Vick. I'll take his advice to heart. Dream 03: The Cow-Pig-Crystal Planet I'm out and about during the night, along with my family. My mom is driving the car as we exit the neighborhood. I think my brother or something tells me something about an exoplanet that could support life. The scene switches to my room. There's a card next to the old Wii I have, which shows a diagram of the planet. On it, it shows a picture of a human, a cow, a pig, and a crystal. The human is crossed out, but all the others have a check mark next to them. So this means that the planet is hospitable for cows, pigs, and gems(?), but not for humans. Of course, I think it's stupid, but I keep the card anyway because it looks nice. Dream 04: Freaky Big-Headed People I think my SubC may have an affinity for creating fictional races. Earlier a woman in a previous dream turned into a white-skinned, red eyed, green haired, and yes, peach-nippled alien creature; which I named the Dreamwalkers. Now there's a race of native people that...Well, you'll see. "This incident was more like a "from me to you" kinda thing. Not exactly real journalism." The dream begins with a stereotypically Boston sounding man (Presumably a journalist) giving his thoughts on the discovery of the exploitation of a native people in the U.S. It also shows a newspaper headline, all in black and white, which indicates that it took place in the 50s. In the modern day, my art teacher (Mr.L) decides to travel south to meet these native people, probably out of empathy. Once he gets there, in his old pale-green truck, he goes to talk to one of the women who interviewed the reporter of days gone by. I (The observer) come to the conclusion that these people age much slower than humans. I also see that these native people look like those heads the Olmecs made. These heads are much bigger and much more artificial looking than our own, much like those heads. They're farming tea leaves, it seems. The girl looks no older than 10 or 11 years old, and is very soft-spoken and polite. She wears a ragged, white dress and a pair of cheap sandles. She is fluent in both English and whatever language those people speak. For some reason, Mr.L and the girl have to stay outside while they wait for some Bighead to finish doing something. A timelapse occurs, and about a day and a half passes as Mr.L gets more and more drowsy and impatient, while the girl looks completely fine. I'm willing to guess these people also don't get tired, which would explain why they would be perfect for exploitation. Hey, I'm not supporting it, hell no, but I can see the 'logic' behind it. The young girl questions why Mr.L is pacing around, and he retorts, "Look, I'm not going to stay up any longer. This is starting to become an annoyance; an iced tea annoyance. Look, don't 'bag me up' or something. Just hurry up so I can get out of here and go to sleep..." I'm guessing he got what he wanted, as he gets in his truck and goes back home.
Almost all of the details of this dream faded from memory when I woke up. All I can remember of the earlier parts was of a complicated plotline that seemed to involve three main character and ended with everybody getting onto buses. I was watching everything take place, and I knew that something was going to happen soon—some conflict, I think. I now had a sort of abstract representation in front of me, a rectangular box filled with a blue sand-like substance. It was arranged in little wavy lines, most of them going only a short distance before being interrupted by other little wavy lines going in different directions. I traced a wavy line going all the way from one corner of the rectangle to the opposite one, cutting across the other lines. This would allow the people in the dream to move into action quickly once it became necessary. Their reinforcements would be able to arrive in the same amount of time as it would have taken them to travel along only one of the hundreds of tiny lines. 22.2.18
Receiving a phone call from a dodging bank person. Someone told me to avoid them. I then went through my scattered paperwork. I noticed a cut on my finger, red with a line of blood. I healed it and was relived. On my way out a woman with little clothes on rushed past people outside on the street. A passer buy noticed she had dropped her wallet. She tried to chase after her but the lady was to quick. I jumped in and ran up the steep hill after her. Unfortunately it was a very steep hill and she was now on a bicycle and on reaching the top she had disappeared. I searched the trails on both sides of the hill. Wondering what to do I inspected the wallet and found maps of the countryside and many more of other trails (The maps should the heights of different areas). The woman was clearly a serious trekker. I met up with the woman who had been trying to follow. I woke up.
I am at the movie theater and it appears empty. The way it was structured was interesting as it was possible to drive inside the theater. So I am driving around and being a new driver I am almost crash in to this woman. I then drove around in till I found a movie I like. I enter inside and everything went quiet and inside was empty. I decided to relax at the top of the theater. I could hear someone coming up to where I am seated. I was then approach by a man who seemed to be disturbed and likely suffering from some sort of mental illness. He threatens me with a wooden popsicle and demands I leave. I tell him I don't want to be bothered and told him I would go somewhere else. He doesn't like the way I walk from him so he starts to make signs of an attack. I manage to dodge one of his hits and push him away. He then becomes angry with me and pulls something out of his shirt while further making threats. I assume this to be a gun and began running down the stairs to an exit. It was at this point my awareness had rise enough to become lucid. I open the movie door's as I could hear him take a shot at me. As I am outside I decided to wake up as I have a busy day in waking life to attend to.
I had a dream I was brought to a pond where an older asian man said it was mine. Next to what was apparently my family's new home. Many small sardines were poured into the clean pond surrounded by light grey stone. I was happy and watched as people came by to view the beauty of nature. But than...I started to get hungry and thought "a few might be good for lunch". However, i changed my mind when i thought about how they deserved to live life happyily in the pond. The people also liked them. Next I walked around and was told that i had to run a obstacle course. Specific colors would hint whether i run, slow down or walk. I followed green, yellow and red, till i came to a stop and returned home.(red, light, green, light, 1,2,3 game? Lol) The house now almost looked like my old house. Before i entered my yard though a old man who was acting like a derranged rapist tried to jump me. However, my dad and I fought him back. He was hard but i kept hitting him with a broom till he fell to the ground. A portal than appeared of a woman in a hospital pleading with us to stop hurting her husband. That she would take us to court. I than heard another lady crying in pain in the hospital. Woke up after that. Notes: This dream, i think, shows how complex some decisions are for me.
Here were my dreams. Lucid parts in this color/bold. First round of dreams. A little came back to me after I laid back down. Something with a dimensional Bug. something with my friends brother T S. T S wanted to go somewhere and I wanted to help him but it wasn't the right time. I had an audio player that was supposed to be for sale. I was supposed to be able to get a lot of money for it because it would gain a lot of value over time. i was excited to realize I had such a valuable thing. I couldn't really sell it because it would keep gaining value. There was something about my car. I was parking it in the R A parking lot in G C but I wasn't supposed to. I think I was leaving the car there to go somewhere else. Going up this hill. There was a woman saying stuff along the way that I didn't agree with. There was a woman who was a smoker. She was saying, you're not exploding now. I said, well, I don't smell it, so, good job. (I usually get angry when I am subjected to other peoples cigarette smoke and this comes up a lot in my dreams. ) Something about a lady talking about a cult when I was around this part with the trees. I had some trouble getting back to sleep, but eventually, I did. Here is the next dream. I am watching something on television within the dream. Well, I am actually participating in something within the television but then later I find I am actually outside the T V watching it from my bed in my room. I realized it was a dream. I gained some control of myself within the T V screen world. Within the T V screen part, I was involved in a conflict with some people. I didn't want to continue the conflict so once I became lucid I sort of held myself back from continuing the conflict. There were 3 other people in the room. I don't remember it that well other than that. Okay so then after that, I saw that I was in my bed, not in the T V screen any more. Somehow I still knew it was a dream though. The change in scenery didn't make me think I had woken up into physical world. It took some effort to get my body up out of bed but it felt like really getting my body up out of bed almost. I got up towards the front right corner of my bed. My dream journal chair wasn't where it usually is. The blankets were still blue and my room was a really close replica of physical world. I put my hand easily through my room door. I don't think it was astral projection but it could have been some kind of a mix of an L D and an A P. I was scared to go out of my room or explore more. Then my vision went away. This scared me at first but I just told myself to just relax. I spun but it felt different than in other dreams when I had done it. Next thing I knew I was floating up into the air. I thought of the ceiling of my room and felt myself easily pass through it. Then I thought of the attic, and the roof of the house, and felt myself easily pass through those. My vision returned and I was in the night sky, flying on a giant flying house. I was holding on to a big brick chimney on the side of the flying house and I seemed to be able to drive the thing. I wasn't able to look at the sky for some reason, but I could see a long row of identical houses all lit up when I looked down and to my left. I tried not to make anything a problem. For example if I couldn't see, I just relaxed. If I couldn't look up, I just looked where I could. At first I was scared to be flying but it turned out to be fun. Eventually the flying house tilted and I could look up. I saw a bunch of big stars and a night sky. And I saw 3 full moons! . The flying house flew me closer to one moon and it zoomed in a lot. It looked more like a lattice arrangement of white bars from close up. The house was doing a great job of flying. I was aware that from my waking life I had some factors in play for good lucid, dreaming and I felt confident that the dream could last long. I asked the house to please fly me up into outer space. We started flying up into the atmosphere and I felt the house slow down. i got scared and thought I might be pushing it too hard. I was flying above a big dark body of water at this point and I didn't want to fall in. I was afraid it would either be cold, or scary. (As I think about it now, deep sea exploration was another one of my L D goals so that would have been fine with me!. ) I asked the house if it would like to turn around and go take a break before we try again to go to space. I really thought that there would be enough dream duration and continuity for me to get back on the flying house and go to space after I landed and did some other things. I forgot about my shorter dream attention span and I forgot to use any stabilization methods so I didn't get a chance to fly back out. But here is what happened in the rest of the dream anyways. Also, I did think that even if I fell in the water, I could get out or just be fine in the water. But I guess I wanted my best chance to get to space. The flying house brought me back to the beach. I thanked the house and then sat down in the sand to play with the sand. I guess that was kind of a stabilization technique because I was engaging the dream. I decided to try to recall the dream so far so I'd remember it better. So within the dream I started to tell myself out loud about what had happened so far. It was pretty clear. Then I started to eat some of the sand. It got stuck in my mouth and I had to spit it out. I was in this jungle gym thing made of metal bars. I heard two women nearby talking about how someone had just smoked and they didn't like it. I knew they weren't talking about me. But I felt bad that they had to see me spitting out the sand like that, so I went to go apologize. It seemed to take a moment for them to hear me. They had two little kids with them. There were also two dogs, one brown, one black, both with spiky looking fur. I didn't see the dogs faces but I looked at the dog's back a while figuring out what it was. When I looked closer, their faces were covered in tan dirt or sand. They said something like, "Its okay, It didn't bother us," but I still wanted to apologize very apologetically. I also wanted to tell them about my dream so far which is something I like to do within the dream to help my recall. I think before the dream ended, I was in this room. And I was wishing that instead of thinking the house was tired, I could have said, come on, flying house, I believe in you! And my power of belief could have helped the house be able to fly to space easily. Like maybe I projected doubt onto the house instead of confidence. Then the dream sort of collapsed or faded away and I was back in my bed. my body felt very heavy and pretty much paralyzed. I thought through the dreams and then flicked on my voice recorder to record them once I was ready. I felt this would be a good warm up L D and hoped for another chance to L D in the next dreams. I got another L D in these dreams but I lost lucidity. It was cool while it lasted though. I guess I didn't reach very high levels of lucidity, but just like a low level lucidity. I had a dream where I was writing down a dream. I put a big piece of a chocolate cake in a bucket of water. My black earmuffs were there. Meg and Dad were there. There was something about how I had to choose the fonts to type a video. I brought the water with chocolate cake in it over to the kitchen. The red knife was there too. In the last dream there was a lot of stuff. The first thing I remembered was getting some kind of garlic pills or garlic powder. I was in the back seat of a car with my sister. We were talking. The back seats were tannish brown. I didn't fully remember this part. Earlier on in it, there was a part when my Mom was there and she found out I was into lucid, dreaming. So she was kind of getting on my case about what good is lucid, dreaming and why don't you just get a regular engineering job. Every time she asked me one of those hard questions, I would get up, go for a walk with my headphones on, and come back to her with an answer. But then she would ask another hard question. I think i was lucid during this portion but I don't really remember that much or how lucid I was. If I was lucid, I was thinking how it is cool that the dream is giving me this chance to deal with these challenging issues and that I should try to engage my dream mom. I almost didn't want to deal with it though. I was telling my mom about how I had something in a dream and she was like, you had what? But I was like, no, it was in a dream, not waking life. But she still made a big deal of it. Something about a couch. In another scene, there was a friend of my Nana's at the head of the table. She had something that looked like a cigarette in her mouth but it wasn't. I was like, is that a cigarette? Because it would undermine my Nana's cigarette quit. But she was like, no, and showed me what it was. It was a lollipop or a pen or something more abstract, I don't fully remember. I was at this ice skating park. I was giving a woman a piggy back ride in my ice skates or roller skates. I was going up to a basketball court and saw one kid who looked like A S and another smaller guy who looked like A S. I was like, look, it is both "A S's"! . I was in this room with one prominent lucid dreaming author and researched. I called him Dr. so and so as we stood in a big square formation of people and held hands. The whole room was holding hands, not just us. But the lucid dream teacher told me not to call him doctor, just call him by his first name. I thought that was pretty cool of him but insisted I call him doctor. Also, in that room, I saw S S D, a teacher from high school who taught spanish. I was happy to see him because he was a teacher who always inspired me a lot. In a next part I went into this under ground cavern thing that was like an under ground office. There were some kind of fraternity guys there getting ready to do some kind of computer thing where everything had to be really precise. Some kind of magic card thing or something. At one point I went down there to get something I had left there but they said I couldn't be there. I forgot it again and had to go back again to get it. It was weird climbing in and out of there. The last time I went down and got my dinner, I climbed back up. It was very late. It was raining really hard. I was surprised I hadn't eaten yet considering it was so late. Then I was walking down the main road in my town by the C S Deli. This guy with longer hair walked by, from the grocery store, and someone else was saying how he shouldn't leave his truck over where he left it accross the road. Next thing I knew, someone was getting in his truck and driving off with it. They slammed their own grocery bags in the door of the truck. The truck looked orange, yellow, pink or green. it was kind of like a big van type of thing. The guy seemed annoyed that they stole his truck. So we were going to try to get his truck back. White grocery bag in door of truck. I was helping the guy get his truck back. I was walking down the road he lived on and passed some really interesting colored houses. THere were two brick houses. On the second brick house to my left, I talked to a couple. They were a bit older. The man, sitting on the left, said something like, you don't want to go to that guy's house. Something about how the neighbors didn't like him. But I didn't let that stop me. i wanted to help the guy since I had witnessed the incident. I was at this hard ware store looking for the truck. There was a barrel of shovels that had some different monetary amounts and a time slot posted on each shovel. Like a few shovels said, 12 to 1 P M, 55 dollars an hour. 10 to 11 A M, 40 dollars and hour. I figured they were different prices for guys to work on someone's house depending what hour they got. The shovels were different colors. We were in a van or a go cart kind of thing and a guy who ran the hard ware store was helping us out. There was a heavy set guy who drove down to our van in a go cart thing and was talking to someone else in the car. He spoke very intelligently and I was astounded at the way he spoke to this guy who was having trouble. It was very skillful. When he was done, I exclaimed that he was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. However Someone else in the van was saying how he didn't need to use all this psychological psycho babble. I was saying how the guy didn't even sound like he was being that psychological to me. Just very attentive and he responded so well to the guy in distress. I forgot what exactly he said but i remember being amazed at his brilliance. Then a dream version of another well known lucid dreaming author was sitting accross from a younger guy. It seemed like some kind of talk show. Maybe they were just sitting and eating together. But the younger guy presented some out of the box ideas and the older L D teacher was shooting down his ideas in what I thought was a really mean way. This kind of upset me. I have listened to a lot of interviews with this particular L D teacher and he has always been really nice. He was also older in the dream. But it was definitely him. Sometimes I can't remember the persons appearance but I remember a felt sense within the dream that it was that person's prescence. The L D teacher was also sipping some alcoholic beverage and I don't think they use alcohol. Then they left the table and I was the only one there. Someone had left honey underneath one of the chairs. Like a pile of honey. Somehow it hardened up. One of the women on staff there looked pretty bummed about this frozen honey mess. I told her she just had to fill the entire room with water and it would dissolve the honey. I was a little pre lucid because I wondered if honey hardened up like that. But I figured thats what honey always did, I just never knew. Then I was in a room in a house, I guess my current house. I was reaching my hand underneath the heating vents by the floor to feel for dirt. I only felt carpet or towel there. Then I got afraid there would be a bug and pulled my hand away. In the next part there was a set of Pokemon cards. I got it for a low price or as a gift. Someone was telling me not to judge the cards because they were mainly commons and uncommons not really the coolest rares. But the idea was just to accept the cards as they were and try to appreciate even the common and uncommon cards. Usually I would totally ignore commons and uncommons and just go for the rare. A change of heart came over me within the dream and I was able to appreciate the cards as they were, even the simplest common card, as a work of art. In the back of the binder there were mesh pouches with a zipper with stacks of cards in each. I got excited when I saw these because it meant there were more cards for me to go through. There was one reverse hologram alakazam that looked cool to me. Then there were these kids. Only kids of a certain age so there was a limit to what they could be exposed to. On a red piece of construction paper someone had drawn some lines in white that looked like a rocket ship. SOmeone else was making an innuendo about what the rocket ship looked like. Referring to a certain countrys kind of rocket ship. I forgot what country. I thought through the dreams, slept a little more, then activated the voice recorder and got them down. My dream recall was really good for such eventful dreams and I woke up feeling really heavy in all my limbs which is a good thing I M O. It means deep sleep I think. I didn't go back to sleep after that.
I was in this cafeteria room. There was this place to fill up on drinks so I was putting this pitcher under a dispenser for chocolate milk, I think the brand was Hershey's. Some really tall guy comes up to me and starts asking me questions. Apparently this person was really famous. He starts ranting about how they make this chocolate milk and even brings me over to this lunch table with some guys I know and is ranting. He points up to the wall at some point and also asks me about Hershey's pointing at this package of chocolate. I think I accidentally got some lemonade in my drink at some point so I needed to pour it out but I didn't want to look wasteful so I didn't. Another dream I was in this house that had this giant theater room. It was sort of like a sleep over with a bunch of guys there, some from my fraternity and others from my hometown. They were making fun of me for some reason but I was also making them laugh. There were people playing video games and we were transported to this massive battlefield in the game. My raid leader Xun was playing a match as we were watching. He was trying to quick scope people with a semi-automatic gun like a G3. He was hitting some people but also getting killed. I think I had played at some point. The sleepover ends and we're deciding to go on a vacation with my family. So we get in a car and are transported to this snowy neighborhood which looked to me like KC. I think we had a night out or something and everyone got really drunk except for my mom who ended up driving us back home over night. Other things happened in the snowy neighborhood I just can't really remember. My last dream I was in Super Mario 64. My friend Matt d. was showing me a speed run strategy. It started by running and diving into the moat. He was swimming around holding his breath trying to find a key that looked like an iPhone headphone adapter. He gets it and jumps up onto this weird series of platforms that had trees on it and a little hut. He jumps way up there and is collecting a bunch of coins. Then he jumps into a white wall next to a blue shimmering portal and strange music starts to play. He's now inside the castle in the underground running around. Eventually we're outside again. We go over to this massive tree that has a title over it but I forget the name something like "the grand tree." We go inside and my grandmother is in there so now we're talking to her. A storm starts to approach and this tree is now just a tent that is flapping and ripping. I ask her how she lives in here during storms but she reassures me it works. She points to a small room in the back of the tent that opens up and is safer during storms but It just seems like this tent is ripping away.
This is my first attempt at a dream journal entry. I'd like to take an unorthodox approach to this particular dream journal. Rather than give my dreams in full, or focusing on the stories and narratives of those dreams, I plan on focusing on the various beings of these dreamscapes. The "Creatures of the Labyrinth". To start this off, a dream creature from a newer dream: a Cursepeddler. The Cursepeddlers are a species of large, sapient bats, roughly the size of a flying fox, and black in color. They dwell in small shacks filled with magical baubles, curiosities, and sometimes even magical creatures like imps. They hang from their ceiling, selling their goods to those who visit. They even offer the first sale to a new customer free as a "gift". The catch, however, is that a good portion of what they sell is cursed. Not everything is cursed, and the Cursepeddlers themselves will openly tell you which items are or are not cursed, but one has to be careful when making one's selection at a Cursepeddler's store. Care must especially be taken due to one quirk of the Cursepeddler species: they speak backwards, reversing every letter in a made statement. This makes it difficult to follow what a Cursepeddler is saying, and makes it potentially easy to miss descriptions of curses within the description of any given item. Whether the Cursepeddlers speak backwards because they are cursed themselves, or whether they are simply mischievous and trying to obfuscate the cursed status of their wares, is unknown to all save the Cursepeddlers themselves.
Morning of September 9, 1966. Friday. I am apparently on a spaceship, though there are no others around except for a couple of adult males who are talking near the end of a hall until they go around a corner (a common event in early childhood dreams). As I wander around, not being focused on much of anything, I see what I first think is a baby lying on the floor on its back, though partly covered with a ragged blanket. I soon consider that it is probably a plastic doll that someone dropped, but upon closer look, it is a heavy metallic statue of a man in a combat helmet, though unrealistically rendered somewhat as having a baby’s body proportions. Later, a young girl with a lion shows me to the “front door” so I can go home. She is carrying the “statue”, which is now a ragged cloth doll with no apparent face, which is smaller than what this oddity had been minutes before. The “front door” turns out to be a semicircular ceiling (somewhat like the essence of a cave rather than a building or spaceship) that first seems to display outer space, though eventually I see the buildings of La Crosse and my apartment building. My dream fades from here. The night before (September 8, 1966), I had watched the first episode of “Star Trek” ever shown on television; “The Mantrap”; as well as the “Tarzan” episode “Eyes of the Lion”, which came directly before it on the same channel. This “Tarzan” episode (as well as movies like “The Lion” from 1962, which also featured a young girl with an adult male lion) had influenced a number of my dreams later on despite the fact I had confused it in my teenage years with “The Haunted Lighthouse”, an episode of “Lost in Space” that also featured a girl (Penny), a lion, a cave, and “going back home”, though that did not air until October 18, 1967. In the “Tarzan” episode, a young blind girl who lived in a cave used an adult lion as a seeing-eye animal. (I am still wary of lions in some dreams, depending on my level of unconsciousness in relationship to my dream state awareness level, as it is a natural factor of potential RAS modulation as the waking alert factor, and additionally as emergent consciousness coalescence, as a lion can swallow the dream self, though this coalescence factor has been re-symbolized as hugging in some dreams, by way of virtuous circle, as with “Changing the Lion of Coalescence into my Wife Zsuzsanna" from December 3, 2016). I can easily see the autosymbolism of this dream. The soldier statue was implied as a RAS modulation precursor, as RAS is often aggressive if I subliminally decide that it is not time to wake yet. However, I eventually accepted consciousness reascension and there was no conflict. Learning the nature of the dream state at an early age was very beneficial, as nightmares or even “bad dreams” are extremely rare, other than when biologically premonitory. This online dream journal entry was reformatted from the source material, abridged, and clarified on Wednesday, 21 February 2018.
Sorry for the late upload, the WiFi was cut because my parents didn't pay it in time. Thank goodness it didn't go on longer than it did. Day Seven: Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM Woke up at: 6:40 AM Dream 04: If Marvel Made Overwatch(?) The dream takes place in the first person camera perspective, much like a movie. The subject matter was, of course, Overwatch. I think I was playing a story mode of sorts, with (Oddly enough) live acted cutscenes alongside the more stylized Overwatch gameplay. I remember playing as Soldier: 76, shooting a big ol' Roadhog as we both try to get to a closed room. It then switched to a cutscene where 76 says he will "Open the gates to the outside world, and there's no coming back", conversing to (Of freaking course) Teddy Cruise as two guys try holding him back. Teddy is struggling to get out of their control, but the gates open anyway, and a bright light floods the room. It then switched to an interview segment with Teddy Cruise remarking about how the light was so bright, he might actually be partially blind in his right eye. Guess the directors at Blizzard or something must've really hated him. Day Eight: Nap Fell asleep at: 4:30 PM Woke up at: 9:30 PM Dream 05: Tension Brewing Talk about day residue. Yesterday, my English class was talking about the 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing, going over an article and a poem about the event. It got real heated, real quick, and I think it's safe to say all of that transferred over to this dream. I'm in a classroom, just doing my work, then I come to realize the teacher is literally not without a racist bone in his body. The kids aren't making things any better, as they too just reciprocate everything he says, jokingly or otherwise. It's just a hostile environment overall. Dream 06: Pointers from the Subconscious I dreamt I was designing one of my characters, a time travelling 80s video game protagonist stereotype named John Jones. In the dream, he's wearing an umpire's outfit, complete with a baseball base as a shield and a baseball bat as a sword expy. Dream 07: Perspective I'm at school, again, but this time I'm walking inside the hallways. On my way to the 'I Wing', one of my old friends, D, walks up to me and says hi. We exchange words, catch up with each other for a bit, and go our separate ways. We never really talked that much in the waking world, so I wondered why she was one of my designated 'dream friends' for this one. Hmm... But there's no time to ponder that fact, as I am now inside my World History teacher's body, personality, everything. In the hallways, I'm trying to calm down two 6ft tall students from beating each other up or something. It was so weird having someone else's thought patterns in mine, but probably something I want to put a pin on later. Day Eight: Night Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM Woke up at: 6:40 AM Dream 08: Alpuppies Back at my house, I exit out of my Mom's room to find that my dogs are fully grown...And fully terrifying. My two puppies (Nemo and Kleo) now resemble llamas than, y'know, dogs. I take them to go pee outside, where they poop, pee, and spit all over the place. The dream ends soon after.
Updated 02-21-2018 at 04:04 AM by 93490
I am in a non lucid dream, playing basketball with people I do not know. We play for a good awhile and then something that resulted in a school assembly happen. I did not know what was happening but it seem like people were celebrating for the students. I drop the basketball and decided to get in line with the rest of them. One guy talk about his son and how he was almost involved in a murder but now has change his life around. I didn't really understand anything around me, but I had this intense desire to continue playing basketball and this was ruining it. I eventually woke up out of it and could see only black. My eyes were closed and I decided I was a bit tired to get up so I let them stay that way. Before I knew it I was in a dream again when I opened my eyes. My front door was slightly opened, suggesting that someone must've been inside. I could then hear my mother voice and realize that she is an my apartment talking with my father. This can't be happening, I knew I had to be dreaming and woke up soon after.
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