Morning of January 3, 2017. Tuesday. In my dream, I am living in an unknown residence. I am only vaguely aware of my family as they are now. I am in a cold indoor environment in the wintertime (even though it is very warm in real life). To my right is a large hot water heater of an unrealistic design and which nearly reaches the ceiling. There is also a furnacelike feature near the top. I have an object that resembles a circuit board. A few wires are sticking out. By rubbing two wires together I can start a fire and make the room warmer. There is a ramp along the wall. After several attempts to get a fire going, a small fire finally starts. The entire circuit board is soon ablaze. I am enjoying it until I notice a couple of additional flames higher up that may or may not have come from my activity with the circuit board. There is an unfamiliar young male present at one point. He points out that the hot water tank is now releasing sizzling water. I unplug the hot water tank and the water stops squirting from various areas of the tank, especially near the top. I grab a white plastic bucket and fill it with water from the faucet. I fling it upwards but see that I will have to climb up to make sure all the flames are doused. When I get to the top near the ceiling I notice the top of the wall opens into another room. It is like an attic with a low ceiling. An older woman (of perhaps sixty) is sitting close to my side and an unknown young girl is sitting on a couch across the room and reading a book. The fire seems to be going out. I apologize to the unknown female but she does not seem angry or annoyed. Looking down at a table in the implied doorway of this unlikely room (though I think it is some sort of open vent that is not meant to serve as a door), I see a Gold Key “Star Trek” comic book (which is a real-life cover of a comic book I have not had in years). The top of the cover’s image is nearest me so is upside-down. There seem to be a couple of burn marks on it and it also appears mostly in grays. I say, “Oh, I have this comic book,” and the woman says, “I know, I gave it to you”. This puzzles me at first, but I do not say anything else about the comic book. “I had my gloves sitting there,” she says, indicating that she had a pair of gloves sitting on the “Star Trek” comic book. She seems to be implying that the fire had burned them up completely. I tell her that it is unlikely as there were only a few small flames which had gone out quickly. I slowly wake while wondering what else to say. Dream state and waking process autosymbolism fully explained here: Lucid dreams are not the same as controlled dreams. You can be lucid and not in control of either the dream environment or the dream body. You can direct and modulate the dream without lucidity. Dream control is a separate state than maintaining self-awareness in the dream. Lucid dreaming is not a “skill” (and for me has always been a natural state since earliest memory). Neither is dream control, though it does become fundamental upon understanding dream state autosymbolism and how RAS (reticular activating system) mediation works. My dynamic and transient subconscious self in non-lucidity, because of isolation from both my unconscious mind and my conscious self, does not usually possess viable memory of waking life or reasoning skills. The rendering of the hot water heater is a thread of the liminal awareness of my physical body being too warm in my real environment, and is rendered to my dream self’s right as I sleep on my left side (my right more liminally aware of the real environment as a result). The cool fictitious environment is a result of a liminal thread of the conscious desire to be cooler. Additionally, water is autosymbolism for the depth and dynamics of sleep. Liminal dream state awareness is inherent (a liminal realization of being in the dream state, yet without being lucid; a result of synaptic OR gating; my conscious self being aware I am dreaming while my dream self is not) and liminal dream control (the circuit board as autosymbolism for RAS mediation). Synaptic gating is triggered from the liminal awareness that water is sleep and fire is waking (achieving consciousness). However, I non-lucidly sustain and control my dream at this point before the preconscious factor renders a young male to caution me on modulating my dream due to my real-life environment being too warm. (This is a “primitive” but very important biological mechanism, just as the autosymbolic call to wake and use the toilet is). “I unplug the hot water tank”. I moderate my intent of dream state sustainment and reinduction, though I still have a tentative desire to sustain my dream by throwing water from a bucket. I decide to enter the waking space willingly. I liminally seek out the RAS bulwark and find the liminal space divider (that otherwise separates the dream self identity from the conscious self identity). This is rendered as the unusual opening into what is implied to be an attic and is a form of sustained doorway waking autosymbolism. The attic relates to higher thinking skills (and also has an association with the thalamus in contrast to RAS) that are only viable when awake. RAS personification (as the old woman) is rendered. The usual vestibular system autosymbolism becomes the focus but is rendered in static form as a “Star Trek” comic book cover, which additionally signifies the sustainment of the liminal space transition and the lessening of waking start anticipation (which is typically experienced as the falling sensation of which is solely biological). Additionally, I am in the timeless transpersonal stage where it could be said that the old woman and young girl are both versions of my wife Zsuzsanna on opposite sides of the timeline. Personified RAS (transforming into this dream’s emergent consciousness factor) talks about her gloves having been on the comic book. (The fire had gone out, as the waking alert factor is no longer needed.) This is subtle autosymbolism of the knowledge of dream state modulation, as hands and gloves represent potential control of the dream state. There is also the implication of the control of vestibular system dynamics in this case as evidenced by the gloves being atop the static flight symbol imagery. Gloves additionally augment the illusion of physicality. (The dream self does not have a real physical body, and a practice that some lucid dreamers utilize is looking at their hands as a “reality check” to see if they look unusual or have the wrong number of fingers.)
Music has never really played that big a role in my dreams, however there was this one time where all of a sudden my home town began to morph into a cityscape on the banks of an unnamed river, avant-garde buildings appearing, towering over me, while this song played.
Thursday... I was probably asleep by 9 or 930. Off comp around 830, pretty exhausted. -------- I got up once and remembered two dream fragments very vaguely. I think one was a forum thread but I forgot what forum. The other seems more involved but I lost them. Fell back asleep quickly. ------------ The next round of dreams I remembered in more detail. In the beginning, there was a big scene with Vegeta fighting Dabura. Dabura was huge, like his head was 5 times as tall as Vegeta. I thought it was waking life and a Youtube Clip. It scared me. I wanted to not look. However there were moments when Vegeta pummeled Dabura. I wanted to loop those to feel more hopeful, even though Vegeta seemed to lose. I think there were more such moments. Something intense happened to the planet. Not sure. I remember trees in that scene. I remember being in a food store. Something with one or two Oriental or Hispanic people. Maybe something with a dog. Not sure. Now my memory gets clearer. I was in a cafeteria room thing. (G), my first girlfriend from when I was about 14, was there. She was dating someone else. We were in a cafeteria with circular tables. I got dessert and sat with (G). Now we were together and the guy she was with was gone. Something about eating the dessert. A little is vague here. I got up to get something else we wanted. Walking to the front, I knocked over the projector rollout screens twice. People seemed mad at me. The thumb tacks went rolling on the floor. People were like, "You'll never find those push pins." But I easily found them. I attributed my ocular focus to something but I forgot what. Then I went outside. I guess I ran one way or maybe just ended up in a parking lot. Not sure. There was something about how it had been snowing. I only had my sneakers, but I was gonna have to run accross the football field to get something, before it was too late. So I didn't want my sneakers to have to be all wet but they would. However it became warm without me noticing. I clearly remember being in a parking lot and hearing (SD) and (JV) talking about dating. As I heard them talk, I started running through the parking lot, back to the building down the road. I ran between some parked cars. Other cars were pulling in. I looked to the window for smoke, but no one was. 'Wow, lucky day,' I thought. Running speed was good. In the dream context, I was thinking of how I hadn't lifted heavy in a week, and this would make me run much faster. I started to jump about 5 feet with one leg. 'Wow,' I thought. 'What a good way of running. I should always run like this.' Not realizing it was a dream. There was a field to my left as I approached the building. I had to cross it to go in. So I went in there. There were four Japanese women with glowing auras. They had a disc they would play catch with, without touching the disc. They floated above it and rotated it underneath them, between their ankles, then above their head, then passed it. The aura was golden and the disc was reddish. It was dark out. I joined right in, feeling confident that I could do it too. Without realizing it was a dream, I levitated and telekenetically passed the disc back to them. At some point I fumbled a little, and the woman on the left laughed. I wasn't too offended or anything, but I wished they would have noticed the skill I did spontaneously demonstrate, instead of kind of judging me. What do they expect? I've never done it before. I ran accross the field some more and back into the school. Someone wanted red volley balls. I got into the gymnasium and there was a whole big hammock (like a 50 by 50 hammock) covered in red volley balls. Maybe it was superhumanly high up. However I was able to knock some down. So someone played with a red volley ball. At some point my friend (E) turned out to be there. Apparently he had been there all along because I was his ride home. It was getting late as I was managing time with (G), time with another woman, a class thing, and getting my stuff to the car. "You could do my bidding," I suggested to (E). "I don't want to do your bidding," he replied. He had assumed I was doing something highly illegal. So I just explained how I needed him to keep (G) company while I got to my class and picked up my stuff. It was late, too, perhaps approaching midnight. He understood that and agreed, since it would speed things up, for him to get home. He was wearing grey, too. I thought (E) and (G) might like each other and that was no problem. With them there in the cafeteria, and (G) not alone any more, I went up to the class. At the same time, I think that (E) and (G) came upstairs and joined us. I felt estranged from (G) and she gravitated towards some of her friends. One of her friends had blonde hair. Then as a group I think we all walked up stairs. I remember sprinting up stairs at least once, maybe multiple times. In a big hurry, very overwhelmed. We got to the upper class room and there was a counselor. It was like group therapy. However, all 6 to 10 people wrote every word the therapist said, for legal reasons. I saw some and it looked like inner child writing, but people were using their right hand. However my dream had still rendered it as inner child writing, which many times it renders handwriting as. There was a form handed out with some boxes for things like SSN and all that. I either took one for later or left it. Sorry this part is a little jumbled. I had to go downstairs and back up. I had a key to get back into the building. It got later and (E) and (G) had to wait more. Eventually I ran back up to the class room with (E) to get what I'd left there. Wanted to take a storage bin but they were all full. So I just got everything in my arms. It was very chaotic. I hadn't filled out the form thing, so I needed to take another to do while I was away. I got really mad when there didn't seem to be another. I began to curse and fume. Then with (E) there, I kinda caught myself. "Sorry, (E). I was just getting angry. I'm trying to work on that." I didn't curse and fume as much any more, and found a folded up form I could take. It was folded up into a square thing. Then we went back downstairs. I forgot what else happened with (E) and (G). I remember seeing the blue bin in the therapist's office with papers sideways in it. Maybe something happened at the end, or maybe it just faded out. I had another mini dream thing where there was concern for some water blasts going accross the land. It showed these two streams of water like a Hydro Pump shooting accross some land. People were concerned that it was bad for the Earth. However, it was not man made, but a natural phenomenon. I think that was it, for that part of the dream. Cool! So I got these down. Kind of sad about the first round of dreams. I didn't recall much anyway but I'll keep my Voice Recorder running just for those small tid bits that I wouldn't want to go through all the trouble of opening up the computer for. I'm happy about this dream. Wow! Now, it's 4:14 AM. So I must have slept until about 3:15. 9, to probably 1, up a little, then 3:15, so, 6 to 7 hours of sleep. I'll probably manage to get one or two more sleep cycles... Hopefully two. ------------ Okay, so now, its 5:56. It took a while to sleep so I must have only slept 30-45 minutes. So now I'm at 7-8 hours, closer to 7. I might have forgot some earlier parts. My memory of it starts with being at my Nana's. Some stuff happened with my Aunt C, Uncle C, Nana, maybe Dad. Not sure. I might have woke up a moment, recalled, something, and fell back asleep. Maybe, maybe not. I remember being in my Nana's drive way and there were some cars there and some plants. I ducked under some plants to escape something and was afraid the plants would make me itchy. Examining them, I saw they probably weren't poison ivy. But still worried. After a computer part, I was in a room with couches. I was one of 8 to 12 actors there, being prepared for a movie. A young kid came and sat next to me. I felt a warmth but he hadn't touched me. I think it made me get lucid or I got lucid shortly after. There was one guy there who was hung over and being abusive. Really not in a good place. bags under his eyes and such. He was especially abusive toward a darker haired guy there. I guess everyone else ignored it. I forgot what else happened, maybe the director was saying some stuff. I tend to hone in on whose being abusive due to childhood. So then everyone seemed to dissappear, and I was definitely lucid. I think one woman was in the room. I felt overwhelmed, like I had been dreaming forever. I have these square wall mirrors from Target. They have no frame, just like 12' by 12' squares. There was one in the same shape but gold, and another green one, both still reflective. The gold one seemed to call out to me, 'Come and pick me up!' But it was more of a feeling. I went over and picked it up. It had a yellow square character on there and a grey square it was on top of. The grey square was just an outline of a square. There were some words like "Im Ib Il" but I don't remember them now. I tried to read them out loud, and managed to pronounce them. I looked at myself in the mirror, crying out. "I have to remember all this!!!" Just feeling overwhelmed by how much there was to remember. I guess my dream-state-self has learned that after many dreams which seem so vivid and memorable, I wake up drawing several blanks on key parts. There is alot of sadness there but we are continuing to make progress on bridging the worlds. Eventually I put the mirror down and noticed the green one. I looked around, being lucid. There was a young person on a computer. I went and sat near them. They were looking up things and I saw words on the screen. They seemed nervous. I wasn't sure what to say. I had sat on their left side. There was a woman at a computer accross the room. I went to see what she was doing. Not really thinking of wanting to fly or eat stuff or any of those possibilities, just being more social I guess. The woman was doing meetup groups. Thoughts of more things to ask her came to mind, as if I had the chance to do the "talk to your subconscious mind in a dream" thing. However, the dream ended. False awakening! The dream ended but it was a false awakening. I had to go to the bathroom but didn't want to!!! I just wanted to write my dream. One woman in the room was playing some hip hop song which said "I want my life back" and other parts. In a male voice. My dream journal chair was as it was. My pillows had blue pillow cases and I was gonna have to arrange them. I got up to use the restroom anyway. There were pots and pans around that I tried to pee in, to save time. But the bathroom was right there, so I went. The lights were on. That could be a dream sign. But I didn't get lucid. The toilet was tiny, like one gallon. I started to fill it up. It was very yellow in color which usually isn't in waking life, more clear. After trying a metal stove pot on the side that was already almost full too, I heard the lyric "I want my life back" and realized I was gonna need to ask these people to turn that off for me to dream journal. I went back out there and I think I tried setting up the chair. The dream details spun in my head and I was trying to hold them. I was relieved when I had an actual physical awakening because all the dream details weren't delayed. I was able to slowly collect them back. Lately when I try to recall dreams, I notice there are other competing thoughts. There usually were, to some extent, but I had an easier time focusing back on the dream. This is no surprise the other thoughts come up stronger, because I am more active in some other areas of my waking life. However, I wish I could be totally, 100% focused on my dream recall at those times, with nothing else "in my way". So I will keep practicing that. In 2022 I will have 10 yrs of dream recall so I will be even stronger then. Now its 6:28. I doubt I will get back to sleep. 7-8 hours is like minimum for me. I'll try to lay back down. ------------ Started the day.
Created Friday 18 May 2018 Got various things, but only fragments of such. Scrap Group 1 At a mall with family. We were going out to eat, I believe. In my backyard. A menace is there (a wild animal, or a mischievous kid?). I dealt with this by humiliating the interloper, or even assaulting them. Soon, a pale woman in a spring dress and sandals starts yelling at me from the other side of the fence, demanding that I explain myself face to face. I claimed I'd get there immediately. And technically, I did, only, by the time I was there, I'd shrunken myself to bug-size. I tried sneaking by, keeping cover beneath the grass. Yet, somehow, the woman noticed. She gave chase, trying her darndest to catch me, and, when that failed, squish me. At the highway with family, driving during a clear day. An unknown Asian guy, a supposed acquaintance, was there as well. Later, the vehicle chugs, then comes to a halt. In lieu of getting assistance, the acquaintance and myself towed the entire vehicle through brute strength (with everyone else still inside), dragging/pushing it around in a complete sprint. At times, we even lifted it, which became necessary when we (incredibly) hauled it down some stairs in a parking garage. We also jumped over some ponds in a nearby marsh, only barely making the leap each time. The Asian guy seemed to be indefatigable. I, on the other hand, had to take a breather every now and then, much to his chagrin. At the driveway. A big gathering was occurring there. Noticed my brother had similar hair to myself.
Updated 05-19-2018 at 01:36 AM by 89930 (Commas in title)
so I close my eyes and I was trying to do magic power in my dream I was moving my hand in gestures formation trying to make the darkness wrap around me like some sort of anime or cartoon for a little bit I jolt up to see if I was dreaming I was still awake I stare in the mirror with my eyes closes for a bit knowing where I was at then I start hearing laughter I lay down then slip in lucidity I still thought I was doing magic powers and hand gestures then I vanish vortex to 6 boys where they were sitting in a room that look like a hotel and it seem like I was staring at the audience from the laugh track that come on sitcom yet when they were talking to each other they would all starting laughing in unison I close my eyes tighter in my dreams then I become blind for a bit before I see them again now its only 2 boys that I see when my vision comes back one of those 2 boy out of the six picks up a remote and starts to change the channel and then I wake up seeing if I was still doing the hand gestures yet I was hugging my pillow and then after that the dream fades and I forget whats happens
I was with Claire and a guy from work, Kamiel. We were in what I think was an empty general store, after hours. An unknown (human) enemy attacked us, and we were forced to fight. I helped Claire fight her attackers, then moved to Kamiel and did the same for him. But once I'd done that, I looked back and saw they'd somehow knocked Claire unconscious and were carrying her away. It felt weirdly impossible, as they weren't there last time I looked in their direction. I figured this was a video game, and this was a scripted event. Either way, worried for her safety, I rushed towards them but was slowed down by more goons who got in my way. I pushed them aside or ran past them, and managed to get through the door at the end. I knew this wasn't supposed to happen. This was scripted and this space was supposed to be unreachable for the 'player', me. I found myself in a large factory, that had people working on conveyor belts everywhere. They all stopped to look at me. The way they did it felt weird and unnatural, and I knew it was because I wasn't supposed to be here. These characters didn't have advanced AI or animations because the room was only supposed to be visible through a window in the door. Anyway, I saw they'd carried Claire through another double door at the end of a short corridor. I rushed after them, but couldn't open the door. I think they probably 'despawned' a few meters down the hall. I yelled after Claire, swearing I'd come for her. Like many dreams involving her character, we knew each other but I had hidden feelings I was too scared to show. Her getting in trouble unleashed those emotions of caring and worry, and gave me the speed and strength to try and save her. What followed was another 'chapter' in the game, but featuring a main character other than myself. The character was a young boy (8, maybe 10 years old) navigating a dark alley with a flashlight. I knew the game's chapters were being played in reverse, as this chapter supposedly happened before mine.
Updated 12-14-2018 at 06:02 PM by 17412
Date of Dream: FRI 18 MAY - 2018 Dream No. 335 - Separated Sections Dream 335 A - Water Pressure I don't remember much of this dream. From where I can remember, I was at some unknown pharmacy. There was a Super Mario plush toy that could talk and he'd claim to be my dream guide for this dream. He said that whenever I needed him, just to lift him up to me but if I moved his cap from its original position, then I'd have to pay a fee. I walked around to a few places, carrying that small Mario plush toy with me. I eventually returned him to the pharmacy and that's all I can remember in regards to this scene. In the next scene, my dad was driving me somewhere in his car. We came to a really huge body of water on the road and really worried, I asked, “Should be driving through that water?”. He didn't seem phased and continued through. The puddle was so long and deep that the car ended up actually underwater. What's interesting though is that no water got inside the car; the interior was still completely dry. There was one thing though and that was increasing air pressure inside the car. We eventually got back onto land and that's all I can remember about this dream. Dream 335 B - School Production Familiarity I don't remember much of this dream. From where I can remember, I was in some completely unknown area but I was logged into my Facebook account. I was watching a conversation between all the girls that were in my school production in 2016. In some parts of the dream, the real WB physically appeared but I forgot specifically what she was doing. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream Tasks - Re-stabilize in-dream performance from Dreamy WB; she hasn't been appearing lately (Achieved? Partially) - 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? No) - Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No) - Get the bottom of the cause of dream guide hindrance (Achieved? No) Dream 335: Results (Competition #3) 335 A Competition Night: 17 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Mario Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 335 B Competition Night: 17 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 4.0 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) - 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0) + Previous Total: 100.5 Total Accumulated Points: 104.5
Updated 07-25-2018 at 10:58 AM by 93119
Created Thursday 17 May 2018 Got three LDs to note, if two rather strained ones. There was probably another brief LD I'd forgotten in between these. There's also a fragment. I'm sure I had some other things in memory, but that's since passed. Dream 1 - She Ain't Picking Up WILD transition in bed. I had a tenuous grasp of the dream, so I hesitated momentarily. I got bored after half a minute, so I tried bringing my guide, E. But, after many attempts at calling to her, and imagining her form in reach, I just couldn't bring her in. Things collapsed soon after. Dream 2 - Icy-lation Another WILD transition in bed. Again, I lingered for a bit, waiting for something to happen, though it became apparent I had to take things into my own hands. I couldn't move. So, I fell through the bed and into the void. There, I tried bringing in E again, more intently this time, but again, no luck. Eventually, I landed in a mountainside snowfield, an overcast twilight above. This place was bare of life, a cold wind the only company. I looked around only for so long, when I sensed my physical body in bed. I couldn't maintain composure, and was corporally returned there. Still, the image persisted for a bit, silent yet moveable, remaining for at least a minute before I woke up. Scrap Group 1 Unknown LD, of which I lost grasp. This somehow transitioned to below. Dream 3 - Aiding the Red Witch The visuals started quite blurred, but clarified over time. I was wandering around a city during a bright day. Semi-lucid (knew it wasn't real, but merely thought it was a dreamlet or daydream). Later, I was psychically alerted of some world-threatening emergency. I rushed through a busy alleyway towards a large bus stop, the site of the crisis. There awaited a live-action version of I-No, the villainess from Guilty Gear XX. But, instead of being the source of the problem, she was actually in charge of stopping it, and was, in fact, the one who drew me towards the scene. From what I gathered, a force was controlling the minds of the masses. Anyone so enthralled was then set on a rampage. Said force had already spread throughout much of the city, and would have continued uncontrollably, had not I-No barred it from doing such. Once I arrived, the Red Witch demanded I interpose myself between her and the possessed, while she performed a spell to put an end to the madness. I internally questioned her intent, knowing she didn't care for anyone but herself, nasty personality notwithstanding. Still, for someone as scary as her to deal with such a threat, it must've been serious indeed... I leaped past I-No, then ahead of the few remaining innocents huddled beneath the bus stop, where I formed an energy shield. Numerous stones were hurled towards us. Feeling their impact upon the barrier finally triggered lucidity. Anyway, I sensed I couldn't hold up the shield for long. I glanced back expectantly towards the witch, but she was clearly still preoccupied. "Not yet, meat puppet!", she hissed as she frantically meddled with glowing runes floating near her. Hmph. Well, I thought it best to take a more offensive approach. So, I yelled "Animate Object!" (as per the D&D spell), and put a street light under my command. I had it swipe through dozens of the possessed, then stamp onto incoming vehicles. But, it was later mysteriously toppled, leaving it completely inert. After that, I set up a Storm Pillar trap (another D&D spell) nearby, though it was unintentionally invisible. Nonetheless, it proved otherwise effective, zapping any foes that passed through with unseen electricity. The hostiles' ranks were growing too thick. No choice but to get my hands dirty. After drawing a small sword from nowhere, I charged at the crowd, slashing and impaling with impunity. One unfortunate fat guy was even disemboweled. Either way, it seemed the possessed were not stymied by pain, stopped only by the most crippling wounds, or death. Excitement initially got the better of me, but I eventually felt remorse in having to resort to such violence. After all, these enemies were victims themselves... Suddenly, the floor collapsed, sending me and those around plummeting to unknown depths. Things get unclear. Lost lucidity. There's a scene involving a rather bloody Tales of fighting game, which my brother Brandon and I played. The dream ended after that. Scrap Group 2 In an unknown apartment suite. My brother Bud was there. I watch a video showcasing glitches in Guilty Gear XX Accent Core Plus. There's two involving I-no, a damage scaling bug, and a trick which allowed her to use Megalomania, her boss-only super. Later, some Guilty Gear Isuka combo videos with Anji. Time skip. I'm walking around an urban street near a gigantic school. I super jump dozens of stories up, yet even this wasn't enough to scale the entirety of the building.
Updated 05-18-2018 at 03:48 AM by 89930
Ok. 8:37 getting off the comp for bed. --------- Okay! So, it took me a while to fall asleep. Maybe an hour, but I made it. I had one mini dream of a little wet cloth touching a side of a bath tub. There was some kind of special word in it. Then I woke up a little, recalled it, and fell back asleep. The next dream was something short. I recalled it and fell back asleep. Now I can't remember what it was. This next one got more involved. It seemed to be about my appointment tomorrow with (J). So where did it start? I was looking all over for my paper. I remember running in the woods. Running in the woods, thinking this will fix my dopamine receptors. At the arboretum. I remember it felt cool to run, and feel my lungs breathe. The paper had his phone number on it. I hoped it was the right number. I called, and it turned out to be. But, it was an older woman. I was also running around upstairs to close the windows. Wind was blowing in. I didn't want to lose all the heat once it got cold at night. My Nana, Aunt C, Uncle C, Dad, Mom and sister were there. Maybe others. I remember using the land line phone and thinking of my cell phone. Hm, this memory is a little more jumbly than I thought. We were on a hill. The hill led down to a shore line on the beach. I remember my Uncle and Dad saying something on the hill. It was night. Wow, I feel sad now. I thought that was gonna be alot more detailed when I wrote it. I think it ended with my Dad having these really weird legume type things. They looked like extra big, golden brown pieces of dried rosemary. And then there were these other things. White circular things with some spiky top. He said they were for helping go to the bathroom. They seemed too hard. Anyway, I think I took a few. He was going to give them to someone. Something with my lap top in there maybe. We confirmed the appointment. So I woke up and recalled that. However, I fell back asleep. This time by mistake. The other two times I chose to go back to sleep since it has just been a moment of a dream. I dreamed of my room mate from college. I had been taking college courses but also playing guitar for 1.5 hours a day. Learning lots of songs, really fast. I remember thinking of how I played some impressive songs at a party. I was out in town, near buildings and pavement and side walks. I was zooming in and out of something with a stair case, on my phone. There was a rapper doing a song. I can't remember the words now. It's the first time I thought of it. But I knew who it was. The top of the stair case seemed to change. Then I sat at the top of the stair case. About to do something else on my phone. I grabbed a pencil and tried to use the eraser side as a stylus and it made giant gashes in my screen. 'Oh no!' I thought, and tried to rub the screen clean. Nope, there were deep, deep gashes in the screen. I thought of asking my Dad if he could find another one of these Samsung Galaxies on sale at Amazon. But not sure how I'd do my hand-writing app with all these bumps. I tried to run the stylus over them. It didn't seem like good news. I felt angry or sad or grief. I looked at the pencil eraser. There were some metal parts exposed that looked razor sharp. I felt like someone had planted it there to trick me into scratching up my phone. Then I woke up in my physical bed. What a relief. Phone screen destruction night mares used to be alot more common. But then they went away so I stopped using it as a dream sign. I wasn't prepared! Oh well. I also had a moment of maybe dream journaling in the dream. It said a name. I thought, okay. That must be what I dreamed about in that second round of dreams. But maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. It was what I dreamed of dream journaling is all I am sure of. Okay! It's only 12:03 AM, meaning I slept 2-3 hours so far. Weird, it felt like more sleep. Okay, back to bed! Wish me luck falling asleep! ------------- Okay! I just woke up and recalled another round. Here it is. Nana's. My memory starts with me at Nana's. I remember being with my sister in Nana's room. She was on the chez lounge. I think there was something with my Mom and Dad that's vague. Maybe a spill in the bathroom. I remember standing in a big sun spot in Nana's dining room. "It is so warm in this sun spot," I said to my sister and others nearby. There might have been a big plant there. I think Nana's front door was open. I think there was alot more to that part which got forgotten as the dream went on. In the next scene I remember, I had some kind of pie thing. Someone else was taking it. I only remember this vaguely. I got lured to this opening to a trail where bees flew around. I saw the bee go for my pie. I think one of them, I protected myself, and its upper body imploded. So only its thorax was flying. (I don't harm bugs in waking life. Guess I felt threatened in the dream.) There was another bee, so I ran. I wish I could remember the part before that. Blah. When I ran back into the field or courtyard thing, there were spider webs sealing off each exit. They appeared quickly over the entrance I'd just come in by. It was brown dirt and outdoors. I decided to get a stick and gently move one web so I could go out. I was still running, I think from the bee. (I also usually avoid breaking a spider's web in waking life due to all that hard work they did.) When I turned around, a big furry mongoose snake hybrid poked its head out. It was brown. It didn't come at me though. When I turned around again another animal thing came out from the other side. There may have been a Pokemon part. After some unsureness, my memory starts at a library. I remember red stair cases. I remember night mode on screens. I remember wanting to print something. My friend was using the computer by the printer to print his book. He told me I should get his book. Sorry, I wasn't really interested. I sat down, waiting for his book to finish. Some spiritual advisor guy sat down near me, talking to someone else. It sounded like program talk, very white-light and that kind of thing. I started doing hyperventilating breathing and punching my legs, also growling. This was kind of because I needed to and also to be sure to make those pasty program people remember anger. I was angry about something. I forgot what it was now. I also remember looking at all the library shelves, and what stairs to go up. When I sat back down, I noticed a black hand gun was on the table. No one seemed to notice it, so I put it into my bag. In the context of the dream, it was my gun, but I wasn't planning on hurting anyone. I wasn't sure why I had it. I must have got up, done something else, and come back. When I came back, the gun was out of my bag again, on the table. Was someone taking it out of my bag as a hint? Then, the guy behind the counter put on his headphones, and brandished a silver night stick. "You might wanna go use the bathroom," he said, hinting that I should leave my bag there again, so they could finish confiscating the gun. "It's not what you think," I tried to explain. Then I woke up briefly and recalled it, then fell back asleep into the same dream. I was pretty relieved when I woke up and found that it had just been a dream. When I got back to that, I was going up stairs in the library. Looking for tissues to blow my nose comes to mind. Oh, I had alot of boogers. I had so many boogers all over my hand. I also saw lots of boogers rubbed on the wall so I figured I'd rub my boogers there too. Afraid the people would be suspicious why I'd left, I got ready to explain to them, how I was embarrassed about the boogers. Once I got further up, there was a big vat thing with fluid. I heard DG saying that he got a full time job through this new government program. That's what it was. There was a new job program from the government, giving people more jobs. I was not interested, but DG was excited about it. He said how he was working a full time job, and taking classes at night, to advance. This seemed silly to me. Trying to cram in too much. I guess I went back down and my back pack was there. I think I typed some things or tried to manage my print-outs. I forgot what MK's book was about. But I know the pages were coming out in night mode. I was afraid I'd have to return another day to print. This seemed not fun because I wanted to have it done. Then I guess the library was closing. Some people were upstairs. Another image or scene pops to my mind so vaguely though. Just on the tip of my tongue. Ah, no way of unraveling it. BZ called something down to me. So BZ calls something down to me. I reply with, "You dirty rotten smoker!! Why don't you quit smoking?" Something like that. So he came on his way down. The group of them got down stairs and came towards me. I thought of my gun in my bag, just in case, but was afraid to pull it out. In case it would just get me in trouble. BZ became C and C walked right towards me. I started apologizing and gave him a hug. "I'm so sorry I called you that. I am just so upset about the smoke. But it was mean." We hugged for a while. He was kind of pinching a nerve in my back but he stopped. His clothes didn't smell like smoke, as I feared they would. Because we were both males, the body positioning was a little awkward. I began to realize this after a while. So it got kinda awkward and so we kinda backed away. I guess that showed that by not having a gun, I had to use other means to make it safe for myself, like making amends. But if I'd had a gun, I wouldn't need to make amends. (I don't own guns in waking life.) Then, it shifted, and lots of people started to stampede through. It became a long corridor. (I'm getting a little flash back of an earlier scene but IDK how to unravel it!) There were lots of African American people. Two men had silver or chrome teeth but with braces on top of that. I was like, "Awesome teeth!" And then I saw Ira. I was like, "Awesome teeth, Ira!" Then two women were to my left. More elderly women. One gestured toward the other, and she showed me a big tongue ring. It was like a straight poke-through piercing. I said something like, "Cool, thanks for showing me!" As I ran with them, I remembered that I want to recall that earlier part with the bugs. I had a sense I'd have an easy time remembering all those dreams. When I woke up, that proved not to be the case... I got the library parts but had some blank spots for the other earlier parts. You know that feeling when you know for sure there was a dream detail there, but just not what it was? I figure if I know it was there, there's gotta be a way to unravel it. Okay, now it's 2:40 AM in waking life time. I got 2-2.5 hours of sleep or 5-6 total so far. Hopefully I will get another 3-4 but just seeing how it goes. A lucid would be nice! But most importantly, whatever it is, I just want to remember it very, very thoroughly. ------------ I remembered in the last dream, someone definitely conned me into giving them something, before the bug part. It might have been CR. Couldn't unravel further. Does anyone have experience with unraveling a really distant dream detail? Okay! I'm up with more dreams. My memory of these starts with Walter White from Breaking Bad, sitting with his back to a wall. He was saying how he and his wife would do anything to get out of depression. I felt like I had an answer. There was more before that. At least 2 big scenes. There was something with an app. It said "Inner Child". It was a way of doing a phone meeting but from a special app with special features. Something about costing 3.99 or so. The screen was green. I was thinking the app wouldn't help, because for phone meetings, people could do those free. No one would go to ones they had to buy an app to go to. I forgot what else had happened earlier though. Then I guess I was in the app without having paid. I was being shown various talks and forum threads. There was a talk going on where they talked about how harming a child is wrong. And if the child is crying, the person causing it should stop. But they often don't. As I heard this, I cried deeply, realizing my trauma. I was sitting in my dream journal chair on recline, in front of a monitor. My sister and Dad were around. I was walking around at times and my sister wondered why I had to have that on, it was unpleasant to her. I had stationed little pieces of paper around the monitor area and heard my Dad (in my mind) complaining about the pieces of paper. They had trauma recovery stuff written on them. I felt bad that it might upset my Dad. He always seemed to "function" like a machine, no matter what, but if he began to heal from trauma I am sure that he would break down. Either way I think its something that can't be bypassed. I had been digging my feet into the ground unconsciously. When I went to sit back down, the whole bottom portion of the chair had caved in, because it didn't have the pillow underneath it properly. (Long story of how I designed my special chair). I saw that the legs of the chair had indented the tan carpet, and I had pushed it backwards by a foot. So I tried to adjust it back. 50 Cent was doing a rap about Jay-Z and another rapper. Something about it was humorous. I tried to scroll back to loop the 5 minutes of the audio that was giving me so much catharsis over my trauma. I remember the pieces of paper with words, in the cups. I was sad about my trauma but also glad to be having the tears, since I want to heal. I am unable to cry in waking life due to brainwashing but I've had some healing weeps in dreams. Okay, so then, I think I woke up, and recalled all 3 scenes. The one I just said, the half of the one before it I said, and maybe the rest of the earlier parts I was unable to unravel. I must have drifted to sleep again, this time lucid. I found myself on the beach. I was with (A). In a kind of house thing but it only had the beams on each corner and roof... No walls! So we could see out to the beach all around. I guess it was for putting a tent over as needed. We were talking about something when I realized I was in a dream, and became lucid. He had a bowl of pasta with red sauce and parmesan cheese to eat. He sat up on a table and I stood on the ground there. I think I was talking to him first while he ate, but I wondered if I could have some food, too. Being that it was a dream, I would have loved to have had some italian food! I think I was telling (A) about my previous dream. He took a turn to speak, but while he spoke, he prepared his next bite of food, stirring around the sauce. As he finished speaking, he took a 2-3 inch diameter chunk of parmesan cheese to eat, and ate that. There were other big chunks too. He looked alot like (A) from waking life. There were some big meat balls in an oven. The oven was open but they seemed to be baking. Nothing seemed for me though. (A) said, "Looks like your pasta got really solid." And pointed to a brown rock near by, on a beam counter top thing. It was definitely a rock. But I wanted to have some fun here. He knew it was a very solid and hard rock. I looked at it, got ready, felt some doubts, but went for it anyway. Like I had intended, it became powder in my mouth. It was like a semi-sweet powder. (A) was pretty amazed. I offered him to test the remaining rock if it were still a rock. Sure enough, to him, it was a solid, hard stone. But I was able to bite it. "You must be so wise, that you're teaching me something, without acting like you know you are," I said to him. I meant that I thought he was lucid, too, but acting like he wasn't, to teach me. It felt like more of a shared dream than a subconscious dream. This is where it gets really interesting. And more what i feel are third-party entities come along. In the distance, I saw about 5 men with black hand guns approach. All wearing some soldier uniform, one brighter yellow green, one greener, I forgot the rest. Some helmets. I felt some fear as they approached. Being lucid, I got ready to fly. There was a beam I would first aim to jump to, then a roof higher up, which I could escape from. "Come with us," they ordered me. 'No,' I thought, and jumped up to the beam. I felt heavier, and hadn't flown yet in the dream. Maybe they were making me a little less able to fly. I aimed for the roof and jumped up. Got up about 10 feet but I would have needed another 5 feet. Looking down, I saw two of the men had the hand guns pointed at me. "Get down here like we said, or we'll shoot!" I didn't want to feel a bullet if I moved another inch. "Okay, I'm coming down," I said. "I'm coming down!! Don't shoot!!" I added, afraid they would just be so reactive that they'd fire anyway. I was afraid to go with them. It didn't seem like a good place to go... Where as I could talk about my trauma healing dream with (A), I felt my body go cold and numb when I got near these "dream agents" or whatever they were. But, I was gonna just go with them, I guess. I half expected it to be a long dream of me being imprisoned, questioned, something like that. When my feet touched the dream ground, I simply woke up. I don't know if I would have woke up if I'd have kept fighting, trying to fly away or deflect the bullets. If it was a shared dream with (A) it probably seemed kinda weird to see all that, if he woke up and remembered. But I could see how if (A) was non-lucid, the "dream police" would come to get me for doing alchemy on the stone. Still, I already did it! So, too late. I've heard of these dream police when showing off dream abilities. Maybe it's just a schema. Or maybe its an actual thing that happens "out there" in the shared-dream field and by accepting the reality of it, I can learn how to... Work around it, fight it, deal with it, etc. What do you think? Now it's 4:31 AM. I hope to sleep at least once more but maybe even twice. I think I've accumulated 6-7 hours of sleep by now. Need more! ----------- Alright! I got me some more dreams. First I dreamed of being in a restaurant I worked at growing up. Only it was criss-crossed to where the manager was someone from a different restaurant I'd worked at. It was early in the season. A couple had sat in the front at a square 4 top. T (The manager) had already taken some of their orders. I was surprised that he had memorized everything. The people started to tell me that they wanted wine coolers. They already seemed to have cups so I was confused. I sat down with them and said, "I haven't worked here in a year!" My voice sounded different. I remember the windows in the front, and the dark brown. I forgot if anything else happened. I woke up, recalled that, and went back to sleep. "No way I'll forget that," I thought. However, I almost did forget it... after I woke up and recalled the next dream, it took me quite a while to dig that one back up. Well, I fell back asleep, and had another dream. I was on the computer. Then I decided to go on a forum. Before I could make it to the forum, I woke up. I woke up and recalled those, then recovered the memory of the restaurant dream. I decided to let myself go back to sleep before recording because they were short dreams. My last dream I dreamed about a computer again. I dreamed I was in my back yard too. So, I woke up, recalled those, and got up and typed. Now its 7:20 AM meaning I slept another 2 hours. So now I have 8-9 hours of sleep under my belt. It still seems like not enough, and that I could sleep more. I will see if thats possible and if not, start my day. ------------ Well, looks like its time to start my day. I can always nap if I'm tired. That was really nice to have a full night sleep again.
Morning of May 16, 2018. Wednesday. In my dream, I find myself looking at Facebook. The technology is not rendered correctly. There is a monitor at first, but this dream becomes of the usual “paper technology” type. I notice a comment on my timeline. It reads, “Stop posting fake pictures” - in reference to real photographs that Zsuzsanna and I had posted of our youngest daughter. This annoys me. I respond by writing, in handwriting with a pen, on a page in a spiral notebook, though somehow also going to my Facebook page, “You are a moron” and “That is our daughter, you moron”. I eventually write a number of longer sentences. He is from another site (a music site for musicians) that I used to post on that no longer exists, though in my dream, there is also a vague composite association with a classmate from the 1970s and who is also on my friend’s list. In actuality, the poster is fictitious and not realistically based on a real person on my friend’s list. His username in my dream is “beasts” (written exactly as such in lowercase and plural for some reason), which I see written clearly several times (even though print is most often not consistent in the dream state). There is a vague association with a real poster by a different name, but he has never been confrontational in this way. By the end of my dream, it continues to follow the same typical association with computer technology being rendered on paper, yet somehow working with the Internet. I flip through the pages of my spiral notebook, looking at other instances of when he made comments on other people’s posts, and which the paper somehow “refreshes” the comments without my dream self discerning the impossible erroneous association. It also has the usual “activation” by sweeping or pressing my finger on the page as if on an iPhone. This is the usual thinking skills correlation as waking process autosymbolism. I even had a carryover to my dream of the next day (“Pet Brontosaurus and Fake Mad Magazine?”), where my subconscious self perceives a Mad Magazine as fake, which, because it is the dream state, is indeed “fake” when compared with the consistent validity of waking life. The influence may also come from the rough association with a real poster calling Facebook “Fakebook”. Curiously enough, I was, as is often the case, vaguely aware while in my dream of the RAS factor and its personification as the otherwise fictitious Facebook user “beasts” (as the RAS function is often also rendered as a wild animal depending on the dream, its core form being a snake). Somehow though, this unusual type of synaptic gating did not entail lucidity of any kind. In dreams, I am often aware of the presence of RAS or the preconscious (and even the meaning of a dream’s autosymbolism while still in the dream, as distinct from hypnopompic disclosure) and it almost always has the same mood and essence as in early childhood. Yet curiously, this is often not enough to trigger in-dream awareness of the dreaming status itself (though does sometimes serve as such).
Morning of May 17, 2018. Thursday. My non-lucid dream self becomes aware of being in a new variation of the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house (where I have not been since 1978) rather than our own present bedroom. As is most often the case, it is perceived as part of our present home. I am aware of being married and having a family as in real life (even though my family has never been to America). They mostly appear as they do now in reality. My youngest son is the one I am most aware of in this case. Near the center of the room is a living brontosaurus. It is small; only about three feet long. Our kitten from real life is near it. I eventually notice that the brontosaurus has short fur (which I vividly feel as I pet it), which puzzles me somewhat. I start to consider that it may grow too big to keep as a pet and I wonder what will happen to it or what we will do. This also puzzles me but I think about how it may be genetically engineered and so may not get as big as it would otherwise. I pet it for several minutes as it lies on its left side on the floor. Something scares it, possibly the kitten, and it gets up and runs to the north side of the room. It hides under a bookshelf (one of the tall cheap plastic ones that have a space underneath, though in reality, there would not be enough space for a small animal). I reach for it but cannot quite get to it at first. I do eventually, and pull it out to calm it. Later, I notice it is bigger, about the size of a young person. It looks very different and is walking around on its back legs and is wearing clothes. There are a few unknown people in the room, mostly around twelve years old. The brontosaurus looks just like a person at times. I consider how he is able to pull his head down so that his neck is no longer than that of a normal person. He talks at times. A girl calls him a “funny looking person” and the brontosaurus says, “I’m not a person”. My youngest son has about five Mad Magazines, which I had not seen before. They may be recent issues. “Are these from the library?” I ask. Apparently, they are ours. I sit on the middle of the couch on the south side of the room. My son is to my right. My memory of our brontosaurus pet and its transformation is no longer present. I look at the cover of one issue and it is a painting of Alfred E. Newman’s head. Looking more closely, I see that the painted image has a very strange texture, like woven wicker. The paper itself seems to also hold this pattern. I decide that this means it may be counterfeit. “This looks like it might be a fake,” I say. I look through the issue and see that from about halfway through the pages, the texture of the page seems normal. I notice a four-panel black-and-white Don Martin gag, featuring a man and woman walking around in a city, though I do not read it. I look at several other pages without really attempting to read anything. I decide that the unusual nature of the cover and first pages may mean that it was only a misprint. This dreaming and waking process is more specific to the last dream of a sleep cycle and it even begins in a thread that already establishes the subliminal awareness of being asleep (bedroom setting). The final scene renders very common autosymbolism that establishes an association with thinking skills correlation, a required precursor for actual reading. This is because the subconscious self cannot perform viably due to its dynamic nature and illusory nature of the dream state. (Writing or print in non-lucid dreams often changes when reading it again and it is often random gibberish. Temporality and discernment cannot be sustained in an illusory state of unconsciousness). This is used in the waking process quite often, several times a week for over fifty years in my case, though it is not as common as autosymbolism for vestibular system correlation. Note how the brontosaurus, as an animal and illusory pet, hid under the bookshelf, which contained books. After this scene, coming out from under the bookshelf, it became more like a “person”, as human consciousness is required to read with viable discernment in waking life. This is the autosymbolic nature of the waking process that correlates to the last part of my dream, that is, being less of an illusion by way of initiating waking consciousness for reading and thinking skills, which the subconscious (analogous to a “primitive brontosaurus”) does not have. The analogy is duplicated by first perceiving the magazine as “fake”, which it is, as it exists only in the dream. Thus, it cannot be fully read and discerned (and it is even a composite of sorts, as it has the texture of our wicker bookshelf from real life), though from here, thinking skills correlation kicks in and I slowly wake. My son is on my right, the usual waking autosymbolism orientation, as I sleep on my left side (and left-side orientation would naturally imply the return to deeper sleep).
Date of Dream: THU 17 MAY - 2018 Dream No. 334 - Stubborn Dream Laws I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in the suburb of Endeavour Hills. My mum and I were driving to the shopping centre but all of a sudden, the car stopped and wouldn't work anymore. I got out of the car and started pushing it along the road but as I did so, a massive amount of traffic was coming at me. There was this small dirt path at the side of the road that I decided to go down instead. It was an interesting sight because this path actually took me through a lot of nature and there was a big playground along the way though. I eventually reached the shops though. The next scene also took place at Endeavour Hills but it was taking place as a sub-scene. There was this holographic board in the sky like a selection roster for a custom Super Smash Bros. Tournament. After I looked through all the characters, I found out that Murray wasn't there. I decided that I wanted to replace Wario because he had this smug look on his face like he would cause some trouble towards me. There was a problem though; each time I placed Murray on, Wario would come back, Murray would be removed and Wario would laugh. Eventually, I worked out what was wrong. I actually clicked on Murray's icon which was in a separate area and it something like that I had to customise it. I opened the customisation menu and a few options came up; all the options made Murray look really distorted though. I picked one and he was finally, permanently placed on the roster. I discovered that Sly was already on the roster but now there was an extra spare spot, so I thought I'd go and put Bentley on as well. In the dream, Bentley's image wasn't too distorted. The only change with him was that he had a big black moustache in the shape of Ned Flanders from The Simpsons. Later on, my mum and I were back at our current house. I looked down at my phone and saw that Murray had left me a message, his ID picture was of his Sly 4 appearance. He said something like “Thanks to you and your mom for rescuing me earlier”. Note how he used the American spelling in his message and that he not only thanked me, but my mum as well. That's all I can remember about that scene. In the next scene, I was at a version of my TAFE that looked absolutely nothing like it does in real life. My friend JS was one of the big grassed areas with her teacher aid MK and they were playing a game of mini cricket. I then walked passed one of the classrooms and saw SHig teaching a class. I forgot what else happened in that scene. I then left that Chisholm campus and moved to another one to suggest that I was now due to start my bachelors degree in accounting. The first thing I thought to myself was “oh no, there'll be nothing but lifts”. I went to examine the back of the building and I was pleasantly surprised, there were two staircases glued to the outside of it. I then went into the building and saw that there was not only lifts but a ramp as well. One of the staff came up to me and greeted me; a middle aged lady with medium length, bleached blonde hair. We ended up in the bathrooms, on the way to the classrooms and there were these three boys in there. I could tell that they were causing some trouble as they were standing on the lower step and the lady was on the higher step, yelling at all four of us. But I stepped up to the same level as her and innocently smiled at her. She then said to the boys that they should follow the example of the “lovely young lady”. The lady then walked all of us towards the classroom and I eventually was stopped by a sight. Taking a lift was compulsory to get to this classroom. Just as the lady was about to open it, I hesitated and then said, “please wait while I try and do something. I promise I'll be quick”. I then looked around carefully and said something like, “Dreamy WB or Murray, could one of you please come and take me in the lift?”. Neither of them responded. I became scared and vulnerable and said to the lady, “Sorry but I can't attend classes today”. I then left and walked out the building the way I came in. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream Tasks - Re-stabilize in-dream performance from Dreamy WB; she hasn't been appearing lately (Achieved? Partially) - 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? No) - Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No) - Get the bottom of the cause of dream guide hindrance (Achieved? No) Dream 334: Results (Competition #3) Competition Night: 16 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 2.0 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Help Someone In Need (1.0) + Previous Total: 98.5 Total Accumulated Points: 100.5 My dreams are giving me a run for my money at the moment. No matter how hard I try, the stupid dream won't let me have access to any dream guide! It's time I wrote a letter to the Awareness Behind The Dream again and got to the bottom of whatever's going on. At first, I thought it was just tricks on Dreamy WB but now it's Murray as well? That's just poor... And he's even just barely joined the dream guide team!
Well, I think I was asleep by 830 or 9. And then I must have woke up at 1245 or 1. So that's 4 hours of sleep. But now its 1:44 AM and I couldn't sleep. I tried 2 body scans. My only dream I remembered from that time was something with text, on a forum, about how to deal with my anger towards smokers. And something at a location of the trail I was at yesterday. So I got up and I'll do some reading/writing until I get tired... ~~~ Okay now its 3:35 AM. Wow, I sure had alot of energy. Spent like 2 hrs doing my different work online. I was very productive and I guess I just had alotta energy. But now I feel sleepy and gonna lay down... ~~~ Its 4:08. I tried listening to Eckhart Tolle to help me fall asleep. after ~20 mins I just knew it wasn't happening. IDK What's going on with me. Up again. ~~~ Now its 3:40 PM. (Not AM) I napped from like 1:30 PM to maybe 2:15 then nap again until maybe 3:30. I surprisingly woke up from a dream and remembered it, which is rare during the day. There was a scene in the beginning with a convertible car, and 2 parents? Maybe the parents asking me if what I was doing was really good for me. I tried and tried to remember it, but couldn't. I think I remember a female dream figure and some vine thing. I remember a bit later of a part with trying to play a video game. One character had a spoon with a picture of Bowser on the inner-part of the spoon, with horns. He put it over his face. It was meant to be a mask and/or a trophy. He was going down the stairs side ways, and had got half way down. Playing Super Mario 64 on Youtube and had got 164 stars. He was considering going back up the stairs before going all the way down. Concern about symmetrical leg usage. I woke up and recalled that. I am still going over it in my mind but the rest is just on the tip of my tongue. But there comes a time when I'm like, okay. If I was gonna remember it, it would have come to me by now. Time to give up. ~~~
Quite a few things to note, including two LDs. The rest are mostly scraps, though. Scrap Group 1 Various WBTBs between each dream. False awakening in bed. The sound of the back door opening spooked me. I'd fears of intruders breaking in, maybe crooks, or even of horror movie villains. A large figure then creeped in bed. Luckily, this was a friendly female spectre. Still, she did take the time to play tricks on me. Something about me and my brother Michael talking about Killer Instinct. At home. My niece and nephew were there, only now, their hair was an unusual orange. Made the poor guess that they must've been out in the sun too long. Their cousin, Leo, was also visiting. Michael took charge of them all. Later on, Leo fell on the floor, hollering in pain from a twisted arm. Michael lifted him up, and placed him in the nearest bed. Meanwhile, I gathered towels so as to fill them with ice for the kid's injury. Dream 1 - Magical May Dreaming Competition 2018 - Day 15 - Part 1 The visuals were dim and blurred. False awakening in bed at night. I overheard dad making a commotion in the kitchen/living room. Very concerning, but also suspicious, given the time frame. Thus, I figured the dream out. I didn't roll off like usual. Instead, I 'projected' another body, sending it from out the bed and to the front door. I could see and feel through both forms, half from my left, and the other half from my right, but this quickly got disconcerting. So, I rubbed hands, until I was completely anchored to the 'dream body'. Next, I tried phasing through the door, but something kept repelling me. I resorted to go through it by jumping backwards, which worked perfectly. Outside under a cloudy night sky. I launched myself up high and towards the eastern horizon. Dawn light slowly emerged, and with it, a vastly more vivid sight. Concurrently, I could hear Silent Forest Zone Act 1 from Sonic Lost World sounding in the background. The music might've explain my encountering a broadleaf forest below. I land on a clearing to ponder for a bit. Out of spontaneity, I conjured Eddie from the shadows. He had this big, goofy smile on his face, more a caricature of his normal self (well, as normal as an amorphous, shark-looking shadow beast would be). Actually, as I looked around, the environment had a more whimsical, cartoony appearance, huge leaves spinning all around me in the background. Anyway, I shouted orders at Eddie, commanding him to become a buzzsaw, then a drill. Looked kinda weird to see this frontward rather than side-to-side as in the usual games. I then took off again on my own. Later on, I arrived at a prairie, the sun fully risen, and the visuals realistic again. I soon landed by a dated shopping center, approaching from the back of the stores. Remembering the contest, I called out to various DV members, including KarlaB18 (though I initially mistakenly called her KarlaB12, and at times, Carlie). When no one showed up, I started shouting their names in feigned outrage. In hindsight, probably didn't help. There were some passerby's near a bar, many of those folk of college age, though I couldn't distinguish anyone by sight (and didn't think ask). I then tried the chocolate cake TOTM. I tried summoning a piece of chocolate cake. Darkness swirled around my hand, but failed to solidify. Things destabilized, and I woke up. Dream 2 - Magical May Dreaming Competition 2018 - Day 15 - Part 2 Scene 1 - Realized The Mix Up a Bit Too Late The visuals were a bit blurred. I was working in my old job at the gas station (again?). A former co-worker, Rita, was there as well. While in the registers, a tall balding guy said he had trouble with pump 17. This threw me off a bit, as there was no such numbered pump. Then, out of nowhere, an enormous queue formed before me. Furthermore, the orders between Rita and I had somehow got jumbled up. While trying to sort this mess, I got lucid... if only for a few seconds before the dream collapsed. DEILD back in. Scene 2 - Warp Blast of Disapproval Similar visuals. I was at home, upstairs. Got aware once I remembered being in bed. I overheard my in the nearby room speaking with mom, the two talking a lot of smack about me for whatever reason. I tried just concentrating on other things, but they got obnoxiously loud. So, I fired a ki-blast at their direction, a warning shot aimed towards the ceiling there. Somehow, I got warped in that very location. I slid down to the floor of the oddly empty room. Got lost in thought. Things destabilized, and the dream collapsed for good.
Updated 05-17-2018 at 03:07 AM by 89930
I'm in my front yard with my neighbors. The idea is that the girl from stranger things (millie) is going to be at some conference and I want to go see her. Later on in the dream I'm on this tropical island in a giant field. There's a massive volcano in the background. There's a woman speaking out loud about giving birth. I find myself walking under this wooden tower. All around me are naked women laying down in different sections, almost like pods or maybe parts of the grass that are shaved down to rectangles absent of grass for the women to lay in. It was strange because none of the women looked pregnant, but instead were sunbathing. I was tempted to look at their bodies but at the same time was trying not to look. The volcano in the background exploded and huge portions of lava were raining down onto the field. I thought that everyone was going to die and this was the end. I walked down a hill close to a darker spot that opened up. There was a girl there that was bending below me. It felt like I was having sex with her but it didn't seem to work.
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