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    1. 5/1/18--5/3/18 (L) | Tower, Tornado, Alien Ships, Flight

      by , 05-04-2018 at 03:11 AM (Fantastical Adventures)
      5/1/18
      I was in a store where I met a woman that told me I could take any game for free, as long as I had beaten that game before. I could also take as many copies as I had beaten the games.
      [New Scene]
      I was in the student center, about to go upstairs to room 293 for a halloween-themed class. There was a hexagonal, black tower going straight up next to the stairs. It had purple lights.
      [New Scene]
      Played Wii Sports in my old house. I thought about making the game in Dreams. Later, I played Breath of the Wild, and I was in the eastern sea.

      5/2/18
      -1-At my old house, there were fast-moving clouds outside. Also, everyone in the room (10+ people) vanished at once. I heard a gunshot-like sound in my right ear, which caused some minor pain that one would expect to feel after hearing a noise that loud. I wondered what could have caused that sound, as it appeared to have no source. A character walked out of the hallway and responded, "I'll be glad to answer that!" Next, we both jumped out the window. I got spooked for some reason, so I turned upside down and floated.
      -2-I was walking outside near a road when an alien ship fleet became visible in the clouds. They fired some weird stuff at the ground, and had yellow exhaust. Later, I was in a place with ships and buildings. I had to hide some stuff in a place, but I couldn't figure out where. Later still, when I and some other people had to leave by sitting on the couch (teleporter), we set the timer for 300 seconds. In less than 300 seconds, something the building would explode. The result of leaving was taking off into space with Earth, Mars, and Neptune and placing them back in the solar system.
      [New Scene]
      My family was driving somewhere. There was a large shelf cloud taking up a sizeable portion of the sky. There was a weak tornado off to the right, so I started recording. I should have become lucid then.
      [New Scene]
      A scene with my chemistry professor teaching chemistry in an odd building that perhaps wasn't designed for such a thing. After the lecture, I walked outside in the snow and went across the walkway to another building. So many obvious giveaways there.

      5/3/18 (L)
      -1-Outside my old house, I could fly using imaginary pegasus wings. A friend and I flew up to a cloud and found that it was solid. I dug in to make it more comfortable to sit on. It was like digging in warm snow with adhesive properties, and it only stuck to itself. We then used the cloud as a vehicle to float down near the ground where my younger sister was. I asked her if she could see us, and she could. I didn't do a good enough job with the cloud then. Later, there were a few moments of bliss while flying slowly, but it was hard to keep my non-lucid expectations up. I was briefly lucid at same point in the middle of this.
      [New Scene]
      I flew and walked on the ceiling of my grandparents' house. There was a bear on the floor trying to eat me. As time went on, the ceiling and the floor switched gravity repeatedly in a confusing manner, and also switched locations.
      [New Scene]
      I flew into a well-lit concentration camp.
      Lucid Time: 5-10 seconds
    2. Magical May Competition Night 3 - 3/05/18

      by , 05-04-2018 at 02:27 AM (Journeys through Spacetime)
      Scarlet Rose

      I was sitting comfortably in a chair in the sitting room, when I noticed a rather strange thing happening at the window. AJ was sitting in another chair on his laptop, oblivious to my curiousity. A small yet distorted cat was tapping its head against the largest window. Fascinated, I rose from my chair to observe the animal in more detail. As I did this, I glanced at my hand, and I realized I was dreaming. I was filled with a sudden sense of urgency and impending doom, so I hastily prepared to fly through the window. As my hand permeated the glass substance, A yelled ‘What the !@#$ are you doing?’. Shocked by this sudden outburst, I halted my action and returned to the room. Frustrated, I attempted to demonstrate my ability to levitate, but I was thwarted when I fell backwards onto my backside. Extremely irritated now, I clicked my fingers and removed several objects from the room. Nonetheless, he was not convinced. Finally, I probed my mind into his brain, and distracted his perception towards his game on his laptop. Fortunately, this worked, but it was too late. I glanced through the window to sight a cream car pull up onto the lawn. Further inspection revealed the driver was a short policeman from maybe the 1950s, lacking the typical modern uniform. He stepped out of the car, but I knew he was not arresting me. Instead, I flew through the window, and met with him, and now his assistant, a corpulent man with combed-back hair, a polar opposite to his leader. Nonetheless, they both possessed a grim expression.
      I greeted them, and flew with them over leagues of countryside, to arrive at a magnificent red rose bush. However, once the resplendent yet macabre blossoms were clawed away, one could see a young woman’s mutilated corpse. Her flaxen hair was besmirched with scarlet as her azure eyes gazed unseeing.

      After the horrific scene, I was somewhat mentally disturbed, but I reaffirmed to myself that I was the detective. I flew on, and realized that the strange behaviour of the cat was intrinsically related to murder. With this thought in mind, I decided to visit a feline psychiatrist. However, I was denied entry, as the man had an exceptional phobia of policemen/detectives. Moderately irritated, I took the opportunity, to transform into a cat, whilst partitioning some of my body to a disturbed female cat owner. Although it may seem paradoxical to be two creatures at once, I was experiencing sight as the cat, whilst I controlled the owner remotely. Finally, after impatiently waiting in the reverberant stone waiting passage with towering ceilings, I could see the psychiatrist. He looked like he came from several centuries ago; he looked like Charles I. His assistant, a man similar to my mental depiction of Mr. Collins from Pride & Prejudice, after having a very strange conversation, notified ‘me’ that the insane psychiatrist was prepared to see me.

      In the cold chamber of an office, I imitated the cat’s behaviour, whilst my human part made some meaningless noises. The psychiatrist then proceeded to explain the symptoms. “This disease is contracted from riding an infected horse. Only from someone else’s horse, not one’s own”

      I suddenly recognized who the victim was. I cast myself back to a few days ago. I was in an unknown town in England, with some sort of festival taking place. One of the spectacles was the ‘bullet gallery’, where supposedly one could look at historical bullets in history. in personal DJ
      Now, they proceeded to complain of the poor quality of the gathering, and consequently, blamed me. Frustrated, I had ignored them.

      Now, in a vaguely sadistic mode, I transformed back to a detective.

      NOTES:

      Updated 12-14-2020 at 01:57 AM by 91855

      Tags: detective
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    3. Log 1100 - DILD In WILD's Clothing

      by , 05-04-2018 at 01:28 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 03 May 2018

      Got a fragment and a DILD to note. There was a lot more non-lucid portions to the latter, and I'm sure several other dreams besides.

      Scrap Group 1
      At a beach with family. We left at dusk, at a time when the tides were rather strong. Warp. At home. Akuma and Ryu from Street Fighter were visiting, apparently to ask me for new pairs of sandals, of all things. Furthermore, me and my brother Arnie somehow knew how to make geta's for the two. That would've taken at least a week's work to get done. In the moment, I could only loan out my nephew's sandals to Akuma (the guy was laughably short).

      WBTB by meditating. Certain distractions kept me up longer than I would've preferred.

      Dream 1 - DILD In WILD's Clothing

      Scene 1 - Another Inner WILD
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was upstairs in my sister Estrella's place. Seems I had to take care of my niece, Annette. I felt extraordinarily exhausted, enough so to just drop strait to bed. Both Arnie and Estrella passed by eventually, muttering disparaging remarks under their breaths. Meh.

      Somehow, I was of mind to start a WILD. I quickly fell 'asleep' with complete awareness, and with my eyes opened, no less. Took the next minute to meditate, which caused the others to fade from view. I then shrunk myself for the fun of it. Next, I jumped down, and made my way out (or rather, under) the door. Things destabilized. I rubbed hands and concentrated while awaiting a transition.

      Scene 2 - Missed That Kiss...
      The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in an unknown bedroom, dawn light peeking in from a distant window. Just about everything there was white, including the floor, the walls, the shades, and the bed covers.

      I shrunk down once again, first to the size of an action figure, then to only about an inch high. Next, I leaped onto the bed, the creases on its sheets like small hills from my perspective. While gadding about, a gigantic woman steps in view, a nice looking blonde in white pajamas (of course). Perhaps too alluring for someone who'd just woken up, but I digress. She approaches, seemingly unaware of me, if not for her mischievous smile. Indeed, she seats herself alarmingly close to me, and in such a manner so as to shake the mattress as much as possible.

      We greeted each other silently with a mutual gaze. The lady allowed me to climb on her palm. Then, to my surprise, she drew me closer to her pursed lips.
      But alas, I quickly lost hold of the dream, causing another unwitting transition.

      Various forgotten, non-lucid scenes. Something about being in a hotel room with family. Don't recall how this ended.

      Updated 05-04-2018 at 03:13 AM by 89930 (removing cruftl fixing typos)

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    4. 880 words + pictures :)

      by , 05-03-2018 at 09:42 PM
      2018-05-03 -.pdf

      ^^ please click pdf above ^^
      (if you want to read them )

      I tried to do this one in A5 and I think it looks nicer this way. Thanks naturespirit. Plus being set as "portrait". I kinda like narrow margins.
    5. On the Island with a mansion

      by , 05-03-2018 at 02:46 PM
      I was with my mom and some other lady on an island in the middle of the ocean. The island was pretty small but we found an old abandoned mansion and we started living in the basement to take shelter from the weather. The mansion was completely wooden, looking super dark, almost black, as a cause of being so old. My mom talked about sending packages of food in the mail to my younger sister.

      We started getting mail at the mansion, and my mom saw a package one day and said "oh no, the package didn't go through and they sent it back to us." So we opened it and McDonald's meals were inside, and they were still hot so we ate them. It tasted pretty good, I was hungry in the dream so it was really nice.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    6. Dream - Murderous Manhunt & Your Birthday Sucks

      by , 05-03-2018 at 04:43 AM
      Date of Dream: THU 3 MAY - 2018



      Dream No. 320 - Separated Sections

      Dream 320 A - Murderous Manhunt
      I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, there was this guy that just moved into one of the houses further up my court. He came outside in his front yard and I ended up talking to him. Things started to take a negative turn when he criticised me for the way I apparently treat my family, especially my mum. The man grew a violent look on his face and so that's when I felt I had to run.

      I went back into my own house and entered the only room that had a lock on the door... The main bathroom. I had to be as quiet as possible in hopes that the man wouldn't know where I was and come after me. I locked the door just in time as I heard the man aggressively stomping towards my location anyway. My mobile phone was on me and so I was going to open the screen to see Dreamy WB but not even that felt safe to me after a second thought. Thank goodness I had my wits about me; the man tried to open the door but he couldn't. He then tried pulling it so hard that the dream made me go in motion with the door. I was petrified after this, my heart was literally racing. I heard heard the man profusely crying as he stomped away.

      A few minutes later, I hear a knock on the bathroom door and I open it. My mum looks really angry and my grandma is standing in the background with her arms folded over and this cold look on her face. My mum said something like, “how dare you treat that man the way you did. It's like you thought it was some murder scene!”. Inside my head I was thinking “yes, I did literally think it was a murder scene and I have the right to be safe”. I was disgusted at my mum due to the fact that she was oblivious to the idea that this was actually a stranger in my house.

      Later in the night, I was checking my DreamViews account and someone posted a concerning thread; I have forgotten the person's user-name but it was the man that I had encountered earlier. The posted, telling the entire DreamViews community what I done to them. In addition to that, they posted a few photos of them crying. Then they threatened me with some “options to apologise”. He gave me two options but I forgot what they were specifically. At the end of that post, he said, and you'd better do it before you wake up.

      It was the next day and I get a thread reply saying that he was shocked that I chose option 2 (which was the easier option). I was peeved with him and so I left him a reply with attitude, saying something like “well at least I actually did something rather than leaving you to wallow in your own stupidity”. The dream ended after that.

      Dream 320 B - Your Birthday Sucks
      I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was with my parents but I forgot what we were doing. My brother had to go somewhere near Fountain Gate shopping centre to meet his friends. While that was happening, my dad decided to drive me down to the beach but once again, I forgot what the specifics of the scene were.

      There was a tiny additional segment that I can remember; it was talk that my birthday party was coming up. My brother said that he and his friend RK said that they didn't want to attend my birthday party because it was a waste of their time and that they would rather spend their time wisely at Schnitz. That's all I can remember about this dream.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None



      Dream 320: Results (Competition #3)

      320 A
      Competition Night: 2
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Dream Guide: None
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

      320 B
      Competition Night: 2
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Dream Guide: None
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



      Points For This Entry: 1.5
      Calculation Details:
      - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
      - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

      + Previous Total: 1.0
      Total Accumulated Points: 2.5



      My pesky subconscious is trying to make sure I don't win the comp., my recent dreams haven't been too vivid (even though I have been doing exercises in my diary) and after checking the thread, there is no single achievable task anywhere in Dream No. 319 or 320! Come on KarlaB18, lift your game!
      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. this isn't a dream

      by , 05-03-2018 at 03:23 AM
      apparently i haven't been on here since Before I Left For College
      oh boy have things changed

      a lot of my experiences since i started college have shaped my dream life into something far different than it used to be. more and more often i find myself both dwelling on the past and jumping far into the future. because of a rough first couple of years at university i had long periods of short, sharp nightmares that come back to me sometimes even now. because of a lot of soul-searching and self-reflection many of my dreams deal with fears i have only recently realized i have. because of an abusive relationship my dreams sometimes bring me back to a time and mindset i am still trying hard to overcome.

      i am so different now, and seeing my posts from so long ago i can't help smiling at who i was before. i'm like, twenty years old. i turn twenty one in two weeks, but sometimes i feel pretty ancient. my dream journey is beginning again, and this time it is with purpose. initially my interest was just that; an interest. now i think i would like to utilize my dreams in order to overcome my fears. i haven't been vigilant about reality checking, or about dream journals, or about anything non-academic, to be honest, but i think that this new dream goal is important and will help in my efforts to begin living a healthier life, mentally, emotionally, and physically. wish me luck.
    8. The Dark Tower – City of Ludd

      by , 05-03-2018 at 12:38 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2018, 05-02

      The Dark Tower – City of Ludd

      I am on a bridge that is high over a river. The bridge is falling apart, there is a large gap where only cables are holding the bridge together. Roland, Susanna, Eddie, and Jake are all there. Jake is holding his billy bumbler Oy and carefully making his way across the gap. Eddie seems to be having more difficulty, he’s afraid of heights. I go over to help him get across. Susanna is doing fine on her Witchblade legs. I tell Eddie his Witchblade will save him if he falls so there is really no need to be afraid. While we are trying to help Eddie a man has arrived at the far end of the bridge. He looks like a leper. The leper calls himself Gasher and says he will use a grenade and take the whole bridge down if Jake doesn’t go with him. There is some arguing but then Jake says he will go with Gasher willingly, Roland says he will come to rescue Jake.

      There is a break here, then I am back in the dream, but this time I actually AM Jake. I am following Gasher down a long narrow alley and he is going a bit too fast for Jake. My arrival caused a bit of a slowdown, and that pisses Gasher off. He stops and moves to strike me right in the face. I catch his arm as he swings and twist it around to pin it behind his back. I growl at him that I am coming with him because I gave my word, but that does not mean I will put up with any of his abusive shit. I twist the arm a bit harder before saying he should try to hit me again if he wants to experience his last days of existence with only one arm. I finally let go and we continue. We reach a sewer access cover and he tells me to move it. I lift the metal disk easily and throw it aside, again displaying that I have more than enough strength to handle Gasher if he gets any ideas. I can see he is having trouble hiding the fear from his eyes.

      Another break, and now I am in a train station and there is a monorail engine on the other side of a locked gate. Roland, Eddie, Susanna, and Jake are all here now. They are punching in a code on the number pad beside the gate and it slides open. The train is talking and says we’d better hurry or the gas will get us. Eddie asks why do that, Susanna says so many will die, but the train just laughs. I tell them I will take care of the gas and maybe restore some semblance of stability to the people remaining here. Everyone does a double take when they see I have appeared from nowhere. Susanna says she never sees me coming, I’m just there. I tell her that happens a lot. They all get into the train, which is Blaine the Mono and Charlie the Choochoo all in one, and the door closes. Blaine tells me I was too slow. I say I didn’t want to get on now, I’ll catch up later. Blaine didn’t seem to know what to say to that.

      As the train leaves the station I take to flight over the city of Ludd. I look down into the streets where a lot of people are in full panic over the noises that came from the speakers earlier. I see a purple gas coming from the sewers running under the city. I focus on the song Blitzkrieg by Metallica and use it to create a vortex that pulls all of the toxic gas into itself, condensing it all into a small ball about the size of a tennis ball. I then focus on the song Full Moonlight from the Devil Hunter Yohko soundtrack and that creates an orb that looks like the moon which hovers over the city and bathes all of Ludd in its silvery light. I see people are no longer panicking, and that is a plus. I won’t get to see if it brings those psychos to their senses and makes them stop killing each other, they never knew that was all for Blaine’s entertainment. Sick Blaine. Now I need to get MoSh and get back onto the train but instead I wake up.
    9. Log 1099 - Morbidity and Fury

      by , 05-02-2018 at 11:46 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Wednesday 02 May 2018

      Got one dream in memory today, part of which I had lucidity. There's a lot more to it, I'm sure, perhaps even another lucid scene...


      WBTB, then insomnia, before this dream started.

      Dream 1 - Morbidity and Fury

      Scene 1 - Smooth, Fuzzy Frohawk
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in the bathroom. While shaving, I noticed my hair had randomly changed into a mishmashed frohawk, fuzzy at some parts, and smooth in others. Took about minute before I figured out the dream. Things destabilized. There were various forgotten scenes before a transition to below.

      Scene 2 - Corpse Curiosity
      Stuck at the void. Still aware. I got morbidly curious of how people would react to finding a corpse in public. While remaining a disembodied spectator, a scene formed ahead, blurred at first, then mostly clarifying over time. This depicted a large arborous park in the middle of a city, overcast day sky above. Exposed behind a bench and trash can was the body of a dead woman, 40's, average build, slightly tanned skin, dirty blond hair, and in warm-colored formal wear. There were no apparent wounds, nor signs of decomposition.

      Passerby's appeared within a minute's time. At first, people didn't seem to notice her, or perhaps they just didn't care at all. Later, a mother and young child seated themselves on the bench. It took the kid's inquery, then horrified reaction, to finally get people to acknowledge the tragedy. Before any emergency personnel arrived, a pack of reprobates started openly looting the dead woman's belongings.
      This disturbed me enough to lose awareness. Unwitting transition.

      Scene 3 - Toy Air Counterattack
      The visuals were a bit blurred. Semi-lucid (knew this wasn't real, just not necessarily a dream). I was walking between the aisles of a toy store. Notably, I was an extraordinalily tiny figure within this enviornment, perhaps no bigger than a sugar ant.

      Soon, a woman (gigantic from my viewpoint) passes by. In fact, this was the above-mentioned dead lady, only very much alive at that point, of course. I float up to eye level, where I waved and shouted a greeting at her. Upon noticing me, the woman was driven into a snarling rage, swatting and striking at me without relent. Reactively, I created a fighter jet, forming it such that I was already flying it. I swooped around the angry giantess, dodging her attacks. Concurrently, I blasted her when given the chance, taking shots at and behind her joints. These may as well have been toy munitions, for they had no effect, save for enraging the woman further.

      One bad turn, and the jet was caught in the giant woman's hand. She then made the unusually diligent effort to try and peel me out of my vehicle. Well, whatever she had in mind, the dream ended before she could act out on such.

      Updated 05-03-2018 at 12:14 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    10. 1,424 words

      by , 05-02-2018 at 05:36 PM
      2018-05-02 -.pdf

      ^please click pdf above to see it with images

      If anyone has any feed back on my formatting or anything like that please let me know. I'm just trying out different things.


      if you would rather just read the text, without images, here it is below!

      Spoiler for DJ entry without images:
    11. The Past is No More

      by , 05-02-2018 at 01:40 PM (Inner World حلم Gamma Waves)
      It is grey with much cloudy weather, I go outside and begin to run to no where. I then see a bear with a yellow shirt and yellow shoes. I then decide to run the opposite direction of it as I knew it would try to eat me. I became lucid at this point and look back to notice it has a ridiculous run about it. I don't understand how a bear could run like that but I made it in to this van and took cover for a few moments.

      Before making my way to the old house I use to live in. I closed the door and recalled that in previous dreams like this, the door would never close all the way even when I would shut it. I look back and could see the door was still open. I slammed it in and gave a huge relief. I then woke myself.
      Tags: bear, running
      Categories
      lucid
    12. Dream - The Paris Rats & I Know Who You Are

      by , 05-02-2018 at 12:16 PM
      Date of Dream: WED 2 MAY - 2018



      Dream No. 319 - Separated Sections

      Dream 319 A - The Paris Rats
      This dream wasn't too vivid. From what I can remember, I was walking around this complex full of huge sheds. It's when I was inside them thought that they looked more like the interior of old houses or a garage with house furniture in it. As I was walking through them, I managed to catch sight of WB in the distance who looked really angry towards me. There were some similarly aged family friends with her who were giving me all these piercing glares as well. As much as I sighed at their snarky attitudes and ignorance for who I really am, I walked out of there and the dream moved to the next scene.

      I was walking around some unknown outdoor area but I could tell that it had just been raining. There was a huge puddle filled with muddy water, almost big enough to be a lake. Out of it jumped one of the rats from the Sly 2 Paris episode... An enlarged version of it with the exact same appearance and even clothing as in-game. The rat also had the exact same move-sets as in the game; I fought this rat by slapping it constantly and I won. I came across another puddle and it was a Sly 2 Paris frog; same deal, I slapped it up and won. And then the third time, it was another rat; slapped it and won. I forgot what happened for the remainder of the dream.

      Dream 319 B - I Know Who You Are
      I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was looking through some Discord “stream-chat”; this website was a mix between Facebook, Instagram and Discord. On there, I saw a cartooned image of someone that was claiming to be SkipDip, who in real life is supposedly responsible for Logan's current ad struggles on YouTube. I sent a message to SkipDip and I said to him, “If you don't stop flagging Logan's YouTube videos, I will freeze all your assets and the only method of capital gains tax you'll have access to is the frozen indexation method”. That's all I can remember about this dream.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None



      Dream Competition #3 (2018) - Housekeeping Details:

      Dream Guides (Worth 10 points if lucidly summoned):
      1. Dreamy WB/Miss T
      2. Murray
      3. Mario and/or Luigi

      Emergency Team (Can act as dream guides but are only 5 points if lucidly summoned):
      1. Sly
      2. Bentley
      3. Dreamy Logan (Probationary License)

      Scoring Template...
      Competition Night:
      Lucid or Non-Lucid:
      Dream Guide:
      Emergency Team:
      Eligible For Competition points:

      Points Calculator...
      Points For This Entry:
      Calculation Details:
      Total Accumulated Points:



      Non-Lucid Fragment = 2 paragraphs or less (unless stated that the dream finished)
      Full Non-Lucid = 3 paragraphs or more




      Dream 319: Results (Competition #3)

      319 A
      Competition Night: 1
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Dream Guide: None
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

      319 B
      Competition Night: 1
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Dream Guide: None
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



      Points For This Entry: 1.0
      Calculation Details:
      - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
      - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

      + Previous Total: Nil
      Total Accumulated Points: 1.0

      Updated 05-03-2018 at 11:59 AM by 93119

      Categories
      non-lucid
    13. Alien Salvation

      by , 05-02-2018 at 11:02 AM
      Morning of May 2, 2018. Wednesday.



      My dream begins with the very common circadian rhythm correlation of the “something wrong with the sun” factor.

      In late afternoon, I am in a distortion of my Cubitis home, on the east side of the living room, though it is implied as our present home. I become aware that the sun is becoming too hot for life to continue on Earth. Thus, this is a typical “end of the world” theme (though these are rarely nightmarish for me in the way described by other people), which has occurred on a regular basis for over fifty years. I perceive much of the solar system as being oriented above and beyond the house to the east, with the implication there is no detail rendered elsewhere (such as beyond the other side of the world or to the west). This is surreal, as there are vestibular dynamics where I seem to “fall” into outer space in a dream within a dream and then shift back into my original dream’s setting without waking or with any perceived concurrent threat or concern other than the prospect of the sun eventually becoming too hot. It is as if my dream self is subliminally testing the autosymbolic (vestibular) design of my dream before deciding to continue (even though I am not viably lucid).

      I am aware that the sun’s heat will be increasing exponentially, and that in a few hours it will be about 6,400 degrees (or 80^2). A number of unknown people are present. Some of the others talk about surviving for a few additional hours. Apparently, they believe they can live for an extra hour or two, or longer, by staying in a building with an air conditioner that remains on. We all go out to find a safer location.

      There is a surreal scene where I am temporarily inside an upright hollow rectangular prism. Someone else is near the top looking down at me, as I am looking up from within it. There is some sort of ambiguous association with it being a vehicle. It seems nighttime at this point, but soon switches back to afternoon.

      While in an unfamiliar building on the third floor, I watch equidistant soap bubbles float by outside. I realize that this means aliens are present (subliminally influenced by comic book story I had not thought of at all in years). I consider that the aliens are here to save humanity, even though I only see the spaceship briefly in a dream within a dream. Some of the others suggest that we need to go underground, though we remain on the first floor for a time.

      My dream becomes more vivid and I am now in a distortion of the Loomis Street house, near the back door. A doll walks in from outside. It is about a foot high. It does not talk but makes clicking and humming noises as if to analyze a person’s status. A teddy bear also walks in as well as a stuffed elephant (with a floral print) walking on its back legs. They are all the same height.

      In the final moments prior to waking, I consider that the friendly and helphful aliens are very shy, so they sent in these devices to make first contact and to study people for a time before taking the human race to another planet to ensure survival.



      The “alien” association is caused by the transient dream self not being correlated with the conscious self identity while in REM sleep (as the non-lucid dream self has neither viable contact with the unconscious, such as consistent memory of personal history, or the conscious self identity as in waking life, though most people do not have the ability to realize this at all, hence belief in nonsensical forms of “interpretation”). This is not quite as common as more mundane RAS correlation factors. This is resolved by the introduction of the dream state indicators, teddy bear (first-level dream state indicator) and doll (autosymbolism for the physical body being inactive in sleep - more specifically, my subliminal awareness of Zsuzsanna also being asleep). An elephant, the last “toy” to enter the room, is autosymbolism for the waking alert factor in this case, due to how it “trumpets” (initiating the return to waking consciousness). Once my fictitious dream self subliminally accepts the dream state indicators, RAS modulation begins the waking process. Additionally, this is also a form of doorway waking symbolism, as the “toys” walk in through the back door from outside. (There is no personified preconscious factor as the “toys” hold this role.)


      Updated 11-17-2019 at 07:30 PM by 1390

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    14. The deepdown.

      by , 05-02-2018 at 08:35 AM
      I visited the deep down this morning. I can’t renember the details, only the emotional residue. The deepdown feels like home, you know everyone, you are the perfect age . Sometimes people say they have a yearning to return to heaven they can’t quite explain. I believe the deep down is my heaven. I felt like if I was going to die, it is okay. I’m not afraid, I am just returning home. Where I am loved, where everyone knows me, it is a kind of neverland. The nights are always a shimmering summer haze, perfumed with the balmy scent of youth, crickets singing in the firkds under open starlight, lilac bushes in full bloom, fresh cut grass in shady corners of midnight lawns and the smell of anticipation and endless possibilities. My parents are young. My friends are young, I am who I am but I also return to being the primal part of who I was. I love my time in the deepdown.
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    15. Magical May Competition Night 1 - 1/05/18

      by , 05-01-2018 at 11:39 PM (Journeys through Spacetime)
      I was walking down a dark corridor while carrying a very heavy cello, and vaguely suspicious, I reality checked. Consequently, I realized I had seven fingers, and was, therefore dreaming. The cello was encased in a white case, then sheathed in a dark blue bag, contrary to my usual instrument. Irritated from lumbering the cello across the corridor, I decided to shrink it to the size of my palm. With that obstacle dealt with, I proceeded to fly through the solemn left wall, to reveal an expansive and lush university campus.

      I approached a vast green space obstructed by an antique white tent, seemingly unoccupied. Consequently, I summoned three miscellaneous dream figures, two men, and a woman. The leftmost person was male, and with greasy silver hair adorning his rodent-like expression, augmented by his unpleasant eyeglasses. The other man was situated next to him, except he was bald, and although his face was leaner, it possessed a sarcastic leer. Finally, the woman was of perhaps forty years with dark hair, except she had an unnaturally long face, seemingly exacerbated by compulsive usage of chewing gum. Although I was slightly disappointed by my audience, I proceeded to proclaim my abilities in the dream state. They did not believe me for an instant, and with indignation, I held my hands shoulder-length apart, evoked the element of air, and held it for around half a minute. During this period, I breathed the concentrated purity inwards. The experience was like drinking water, but with a fundamentally different taste, or the lack thereof.
      The turbulence in the room had disturbed my audience somewhat, and they cowered with their arms over their eyes. Before long, I had breathed in all that was necessary. I exhaled.

      The concentrated power I had unleashed had destroyed my surroundings completely. Floating in nothing, I recalled one of my personal goals: to create a mythology based on dreams. For my first stage, it was the Creation. I witnessed a narrator narrate the proceeding.

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