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I can't remember much from my lucid dream, but I remember being in a room and knowing it's a dream.
I looked around me and everything was confirming to me that it's a dream. I wasn't excited, I was just calmly aware that it's a dream.
I remember about 30 seconds of just marinading in the fact that I'm in a dream.

Next thing I remember is non-lucid. Being in a supermarket with a girl. The girl was either my ex, or an old school friend. It kinda feels like one moment it was one of them, the next moment it was the other. They kept switching. So I'll just refer to them as "the girl".

Me and the girl went into a shop. We were looking at computer chairs, and there was some sort of fuss about a pen. I can't remember what the heck actually happened but it was chaotic.

I remember leaving the store with a wheeled chair and then coming back and passing the shop, and then giving the chair back and getting shouted at, and then I got all upset because I didn't mean to steal. Then all the staff surrounded me and comforted me. One woman said "I believe in yin and yang and stuff like that" and I said "I do to!" while I'm practically crying. Super weird.

Next thing I remember is running through the building with the girl as we were being chased by some sort of monster. We made it outside and jumped over a bush and hid under the bush.

Next thing I remember is spooning with the girl (except I was the little spoon... I'm always the big spoon...) and we were watching something on a smartphone.

Next thing I remember is walking with the girl, and approaching 3 of my old school friends. I saw my friend who has passed away in real life. In my head I was like, "I knew you weren't dead!!" I went to hug him but he backed off. He was still not talking to me.
(Backstory: In real life, we fell out not long before he died. I blamed myself for his death for a while. This dream is clearly showing I still feel fuckin terrible about it)

The whole rest of the dream I was trying to make up with my friend. I wanted so badly to be friends with him again. I think part of me was still slightly lucid because somewhere inside me I knew I only had limited time to do it.

I remember watching a big TV in an outdoor TV area with a bunch of friends and the girl.
When the TV show finished, people started to get up and leave, as if it was a cinema.
I made eye contact with my friend and I said, "please..." and he said something that basically meant "no I don't want to talk to you anymore".
I started crying, then I got angry, then cried again and apologized for getting angry. He walked away.

This dream is looaaaaded with stuff to interpret. I don't need to record my interpretation because it's clear as day to me, what all of it meant.

I have all the details on my voice recorder. But just making summaries for today.

Dream 1 Summary

There was a van we had to go through before it "faded" due to a time machine thing. Then a Mermaid going to help us go somewhere underwater. Diving in a channel of water. Had to evacuate due to floating buses. Walking through muddier area. Class thing I didn't want to go to.

Summary of Dream 2

Fighting with my Uncle about him smoking in my drive way. Friend from college on the back of a truck. "Hey, look at that sunrise!" Purple and orange sun rise off in the distance, above the tree tops.

Summary of Dream 3

Women walking through a store, doing affirmations out loud. "I'm a good singer." Commented on this to store clerk. He said he knew me from a live stream. Playing a video game with my Aunt. The live stream became my primary means of earning a living. I was setting up phone meetings to auto dial.

Date of Dream: MON 16 APR - 2018



Dream No. 311 - The Family Counsellor

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was searching on the internet and was on the Twitch TV website. I went to have a look at Kevin Miller's channel and decided that I wanted to send a message to him. What I saw though is that if you wanted a reply, you needed to have a “registered account” but I didn't have a registered account. So what I did next was that I called up my friend JH on the phone and asked her to help me make a registered Twitch account.

The next part of the dream showed that JH was over for a visit at my old house and we did a few things together. The last thing we did was make that registered Twitch account. When I checked my dashboard though, it showed that Kevin had actually replied to me a few days ago. It was a smiley emoticon to start off with. Then he answered in four dot points, each numbered, which must mean I typed four statements or questions to him. This reply was among a list of replies he had typed to other people as well.

I felt bad for dragging JH all the way down to make me an account as soon as I found out that a non-registered account was eligible. I decided that I would be curious and check out the features of the new registered account anyway. There was a big button at the bottom of the page, pink background and navy blue writing that said “No WB”. I figured out what that meant... It was if WB was absent; so I clicked on that page button and it gave a list of all these things I could do. I have forgotten what all the sub-buttons were specifically. They were things like “destroy the page” or “damage another account”.

I clicked one of the buttons and the scene took me to being in the kitchen of my current house. My mum was there on the other side of the bench. She said to me something like, “you can eat those but it's gonna hurt”. I didn't know what my mum meant... I was terrified at the fact that she was threatening physical pain just from eating these innocent looking potato/veggie straws in a lunch-box. I took a bite but the only possible pain I could think of was the extreme amount of salt burning my lips. Other than that, there wasn't any pain that I was originally anticipating.

The dream scene then moved again and I ended up by myself outside in this unknown area. A young-middle aged lady had come up to me and she looked distressed. I forgot what she specifically said but she was absolutely terrified for her kids' safety. I walked around with her and when we found her little boy (about 10 – 12 years old), we saw that nothing was wrong with him; but when we came across the girl (about 6 – 8 years old), she had a zombified look about her. The girl's hair was messy, frail and dry and she had such pale skin with really baggy eyes, the centre of them being almost all black and then to top it off, this creepy closed smile.

Now the mother and the boy were walking with me, begging me for help. They finally explained the situation and said that only their girl was affected, resulting in her “changed behaviour”. I was then told that it was another member of the family that had affected them, someone that they called “the queen”. The dream then projected an image of her and funnily enough, she actually looked like Queen Elizabeth. She was the kids' grandmother and the mother's parent in-law.

For some unknown reason, there was a bad vibe in the air but I couldn't put my finger on it. This though, made the mother and the boy really distressed and now they were encouraging to me to run with them and get away... Apparently “the queen” was up to something. We ended up in this wildlife bushland area, the mother was further ahead but I was trailing behind to make sure the boy was okay. I eventually told them that there was someone who could help us all and so I mentioned Dreamy WB; the mother now relied on me to get help quickly. The mother drifted further and further away but the boy was still close to me; so while I looked out for him and ran after him, I started to call for Dreamy WB.

I ended up saying things like “Dreamy WB help us! They're struggling!” and “Dreamy WB, you must stop the queen!”. The vibe in the air was getting worse and worse and the boy and I were now treading through tall reeds in a field, the mother no longer in sight at all. I was now multitasking; running with the boy, listening to what he had to say, and then having another attempt at calling for Dreamy WB.

When we were at the end of the reeds in the field, we saw a landmark, sloping up there was this communal area with all these tables and benches about; that's where we caught up to the mother. She didn't say anything much and so the boy and I went back towards the reeds to investigate. Water was rising out of the soil, dirty water; the queen was causing a natural disaster flood. The boy was about to be swept up, he kept running backwards but his legs were only so short; so I took him by the hand and went back up onto the high ground, as I looked in shock at all this area that was now under the queen's dastardly, murky water.

I was now desperate for Dreamy WB and I also did promise her to the mother and the boy. So as I sent them off to rest and recover, I went to actually look for Dreamy WB amongst the crowd of people. There was a larger crowd of people which I tried to get a look into completely; indeed there was Dreamy WB walking behind the two men. Her appearance was the hairstyle as a frizzy top-bun; her clothing was a black puffy jacket with blue jeans and white runners. As I was telling Dreamy WB what was going on, the mother walked up (the boy was nowhere to be seen from here onwards).

There wasn't much time for me to talk. It seems like Dreamy WB already knew what was going on as she silenced me and lead me and the mother somewhere. Dreamy WB had more of a serious disposition in this dream as when I stated I wanted to hold on to her, she didn't look too excited but she let me do it anyway with no verbal complaining. So as she was still walking to the destination, I came up close behind her and hugged her around the waist.

She eventually sat us down at one of the picnic tables underneath a gazebo and finally adjusted to me holding onto her, she didn't hold me back but she slightly leant on me as she spoke; the mother was sitting on the bench of the same side but on the other end of it, her and Dreamy WB were faced inwards to be looking at each other. Dreamy WB then started talking and said something like “Don't take good times for granted; and appreciate both the good and the bad. Once a person stops being bad, the only thing they can be is good”.

She then directed this next bit towards the mother, “You have your other side of the family; seek solitude in them until the queen resolves herself”. As Dreamy WB was saying the last part of that sentence, the dream projected a quick image of the queen again and then went back to the current scene. Once Dreamy WB had finished talking, there was a changed vibe in the dream. The mother began to smile as she thanked Dreamy WB for her advice. In-fact, the mother was so overwhelmed that she was actually crying tears of joy.

The mother then took me by the hand and dragged me off to find the boy. When we found him, the mother was jumping up and down, harping on to me and the boy about how “she did it!”, referring to Dreamy WB. Additionally, the sky was no longer grey and the bushland park was no longer wet; it was dry and sunny and the three of us were cheering together in the reed field that was now lower in its height. After minutes of celebration, I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 311: Competition Results

Competition Night: 15
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

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

+ Previous Total: 8.0
Total Accumulated Points: 9.0

Morning of April 16, 2018. Monday.



(When water induction subsides and my non-lucid dream self is left wandering in liminal space, subliminally attempting to gather threads of my conscious self identity in the waking transition.)

My dream starts out on a public beach, yet at no point am I aware of the ocean. Apparently, Zsuzsanna and our children as they appear now are present, but I am eventually most aware of our youngest son being nearby.

I come to understand that many children had lost their toys in the long stretch of beach sand. Here and there, I dig and I find mostly Lego; a lot of small bricks and a large one at times. I know that our youngest son will want some of them. There are also other parts found from older Lego kits, including plastic Lego figures. The sensation of digging with my hands is very realistic and vivid.

(When my non-lucid dream self is still wandering about in liminal space and reaches an autosymbolic form relating to neural gating and the subliminal enigma of being between sleeping and waking.)

I eventually reach a small square area on the beach that looks like some sort of ambiguous utility structure. It is somewhat like a small transformer station. Inside, on the ground, though there are a couple very small concrete partial floor sections, there are a few Lego platforms that have simple maze features and look as if they were designed to make a miniature maze by putting the platforms together as well as add separate smaller features over the connected platforms. These other pieces are mostly flat, but with sparse raised patterns (though raised less that a quarter of an inch) that imply part of a simple maze. I consider that our youngest son might enjoy them and I take them to put aside as well. I have a large plastic bag to put all the pieces in.

(When atypical neural gating closes off more of my conscious self identity after being at this structure, the maze implying the potential return to dreamless sleep in this case, as I have not yet begun waking ascension.)

Without paying any attention to the change of setting, I am soon digging in the wooden floor, though which is still somewhat like digging in beach sand, of the hall of the second storey of the King Street boarding house (where I have not lived since 1990), rendered as having a searchable essence as in a number of other recent dreams. At this point, even though my current conscious self identity was mostly extant at the beginning of my dream, I am now slipping back into a reversed timeline, where I do not realize I am in the “wrong” setting - and my current conscious self’s memory is now far less viable. Instead of Lego, which is autosymbolism for gathering and constructing my thoughts and identity, and to remember I have a young son, I lose that focus entirely and am now finding stones of an interesting appearance.

Leonard S comes up to see me, though remains at the opposite end of the hall. He seems cheerful and is going to get some additional stones from downstairs. Meanwhile, the King Street landlady comes up to see what is going on and seems somewhat annoyed. She remains standing at the opposite end of the hall from me as well.

(When my dream again subliminally focuses on the waking goal, and fails to initiate conscious self identity.)

Eventually, I find a large magnetic object near a fictional window on my end of the hall. (In real life, there was not a window in this location, my dream falsely implying the end of that area of the house, but the door to Leonard’s room as well as a smaller hall perpendicularly leading to the right and the left open to a staircase to the downstairs area.) It is not a stone but some sort of unusual ovular (though irregular) magnetic object with at least three large flat magnets arranged around its surface. They are somewhat like oversized refrigerator magnets. Each magnet features a scene from “101 Dalmatians” from 1961. One magnet features dalmatians, including Pongo and Perdita, the others, the human cartoon characters Roger and Anita.

A similar object is nearby. I consider that the objects are meant to be placed together. However, when I touch them together all the flat magnets fall off from each. I start talking about this event to an unfamiliar cheerful male who is now suddenly sitting in the window. I try it again, after placing the magnets back on, but they fall off again. I am trying to understand if this is “right” or not, but the unlikely scene and erroneous magnetism does not trigger lucid awareness.

The personified preconscious atypically takes on the essence of reinduction (as with the personified unconscious but of which is most often female) and sits in a low-set window rather than standing by or within a doorway, its usual habitat. The magnets did not continue to stick when the two objects were joined, being autosymbolic of the failure of the conscious self to fully initiate (the window otherwise implying the potential exit point for this dream).

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To summarize dream specifics: Water (no longer present in this atypical dream sequence) subsiding from liminal space as the very common (since early childhood) tidal analogy of waking autosymbolism. Seeking to gather current waking life identity. Small transformer station as autosymbolism for RAS (Reticular Activating System). My dream self finds curiosity in the maze-like neural gating potential of the dream state and becomes distracted. Trading one liminal space for another (beach to hall). Personification of neural gating at dream’s outcome, which very atypically represents reinduction rather than waking.

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Even more exams to take care of. My birthday was also about a few days ago (April 12th to be exact) and so we had a barbecue to celebrate, so that knocked the wind out of me. I also got back into drawing a heck of a lot, and I spent the rest of today mindlessly filling out my sketchbook to make something worth a damn...

But, uh, back to the topic at hand.


Day 62:

Nothing to report. ONTO THE NEXT ONE.


Day 63:

Fell asleep at 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:45 AM


Dream 66: Why Planet Robobot Will Never Get Represented

Playing Smash Bros. 3DS online. I distinctly remember playing one-on-one in Mute City, Omega Mode. I'm playing as vanilla Kirby going up against some buffed-up Kirby (No, not a muscular Kirby or anything), but sporting his Planet Robobot mech suit. And he is kicking my ass.

The way he moved was more reminiscent of how the mech suits in Megaman X worked, akin to traditional platformer controls than how Smash controls, dashing and jumping everywhere. His high damage output, combined with his frame, made him near impossible to deal with.

Keep in mind I was playing as REGULAR Kirby.

I kept spamming the side-b until he finally blew up, allowing me to finally knock him off stage. I yelled directly at the 3DS, "YEAH! **** you AND your mech suit!" And I remember being extremely lightheaded after that.

Dream 67: Phantom Fighting

First person fighting dream. Don't remember too much of it, but I do remember this much. Me and two other people are fighting in a dark red and confined space, with paintings on all sides. I remember being knocked back into the wall, only to fall into the painting, completely disoriented. It transported me to a 100 Acre Wood type place (Cause I had Kingdom Hearts 2 on the mind). The dream ended right there.


Day 64:

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 68: Why Did I Hurt That Poor Thing?...

I'm in the living room, early hours of the morning, and my dad is eating breakfast in the kitchen. A blue colored rat with spider-like qualities (That being the about 4 blue eyes it had) and her three children walk in.

Being the unrestricted dream character I am, I pick up and slam the thing on the floor, but it doesn't die. I looked at her kids, and an overwhelming feeling of regret and shame came over me as I saw what I was doing. I stopped my clobbering and just sat down on the couch.

The mother hopped on top of my lap and, like a dog, curled up and fell asleep on me. She was the size of my two puppies, Nemo and Cleo (Sometimes referred to as Nemus and Cletus).


Dream 69: Don't--

I'm in what's supposed to be my history class. In short, it looked nothing like the real thing, except for the arrangement of the desks.

The bell dismisses us but I forge one little thing...my backpack (And my folder). I get lost trying to get back to the class, but eventually I find my way back.

I rush back to the class and see a girl fiddling with my folder. I politely swipe it from under her nose and just as courteously tug my backpack away from under her desk. I then walked out of the classroom and then the dream ended.


Day 65:

Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 9:00 AM


Dream 70: The Flying Dead

I'm in my house conversing with some random dude, who I can assume to be an acquaintance of mine in this unsettling apocalypse. The house is abandoned and antiquated, a thick layer of fog clouding our vision. I'm on the lookout for any zombies inside of the house, paranoia reigns supreme.

In this dream I can be best described as "frisky". I don't tend to stay in the same place for too long and I always have one eye open.

I beat a zombie senseless as he comes out of the laundry room. I then step outside. It's approaching nighttime, a red sunset on the horizon. The neighborhood looks like a fusion of Sanctuary Hills and my cousins' neighborhood up north.

I fly up to the top of a building (Because apparently I can just do that now) on top of a Greek looking pillar, perfectly out of the reach of any zombies. I fall asleep for a bit when 3 to four guys surround me. They're making fun of my stupidity, thinking that absolutely no zombies can get me from here. They then demonstrate this by trying to grab me from under the pillar.

The dream then cuts to me, my sister, and the rest of my immediate family inside of our house. The lights are on, it's the dead of night, and the blinds and curtains are open. I'm trying to convince them to turn off the lights and put on the curtains, all while attempting to do the same myself. None of them were convinced.


Dream 71: Another Failed RC

I'm in the living room. My mom and my sister are talking to each other outside of my mom's bedroom door. I then get the idea to do a reality check, thinking to myself, "Well, why WOULDN'T I be dreaming right now?" I do the nose plug RC, breathe through my nose, but I begin to think maybe the positioning of my fingers is wrong. I couldn't breathe through my nose afterward.

I am going on a trip with some other people—vague impressions of preparation, of using a computer in a lab to take care of some paperwork I need for it—some kind of registration, maybe.

It seems to be a long trip. We are traveling by car, and after a while, we stop at a gas station. I go inside to find something to eat and am pleasantly surprised to discover they have marzipan here. I pick out a couple small bars of it, along with some other food for the road.

A little while later, I’m in a room belonging to my friend Nina—it seems to be in the same building, with the gas station just on the other side of a door. I’m examining some small statues on the shelves. The statues illustrate the “eight ways of dying”—which actually seems to signify ways of living, the idea being that they’re lifestyles that don’t really deserve to be called living.

There are two complete sets of the eight, and they both go about illustrating them in different ways. I looked at all of the statues, but the only one I remember vividly was the eighth one of the second set, which I was looking at as I woke up. The key symbol seems to be a snail, representing an unthinking, animal-like life. But while the sculptor of the first set has just portrayed the snail, the sculptor of the second—who seems to have a more fanciful take on things in general—has portrayed the snail crawling over a human corpse in a colorful stage of decomposition. Where’s Nina so I can ask her about these, I wonder.

I can also vaguely remember a couple other statues, also from the second set. The second statue showed a woman lying on a massage table surrounded by jars and bottles and things, and the fourth didn’t seem to have any living figures at all, but looked like a mineralogist’s work table might—rocks of various kinds scattered over it and a jar of rocks in the center.

15.4.18

(Note: I think the Buddhist ideas here are pretty clear, but it may be less obvious that it’s also drawing pretty heavily from Plato.)

I wrote it out in full in my own notes. But I just made a summary for online because my actual Dj entry was 3,581 words.

Summary of Dream 1

I got up from taking a test to use the rest room. When I got back, more time had passed than I thought. I had to get a make up test. I got to an office where someone was typing in a pass word. Then it linked to her dream views blog. Her dream goal was to put an animal inside a ghost and see if it could walk around. Then she wrote that it was too violent.

Summary of Dream 2:

I was in a writing competition at my high school. I turned in an entry about Golden Light and Healing. Then someone tricked me into downloading something not so good on the computer. My Dad got mad at me. The trickster came into my room and I told her to stay out. Then I got the chance to explain to my Dad how it was all her fault. However, deep down, I knew I downloaded it somewhat willingly. There was also a part where I was on the phone with a friend, talking about how important it is for everyone to write their dreams.

Summary of Dream 3

Goku and Frieza were in space. They went into a big green ship. I sat at the table with my friends, and we all had plates of food. I realized it was a dream, and said to them, “Hey, it’s a dream! Did you all know that, too?” And they said yes. Then the dream faded. I resumed in the ship but not lucid. I fought some green and white robot things. Someone was trying to charge a gameboy to my account and I wouldn’t let them get away with it. Then I was being pinched, and attacked with a knife, but protected myself.

1st dream: I dreamed that I saw kaedin and his family. They looked really happy. And then he wanted me to meet him at a resteraunt to grab a bite to eat. When I got there he had his hair cut in a very feminine way and had lipstick on. I asked him how his day was and he said fine. And then the cat came out of the bag," Katelyn I'm gender-fluid." I tried to hide my suprise, " Well you look great!" He looked away shyly.

2nd Dream: I was running. It was dark and I was sweating. I had met a guy for a date and he had brought a friend. I should have known then that something was wrong. The air was muggy and hot. Suffocating me with every hot laborous breath. When I woke up I was soaked in a pool of sticky sweat I almost didn't notice the shadowy figure by my bed.

I had many dreams this morning, pretty much all focused on landscapes and scenery. I didn't actually record them throughout the night so I thought I'd share here, sort of going through my thought process.

I was playing minecraft I believe, a new update that introduced a large height limit and bigger and taller biomes. The mountains were large, the cliffs were tall, and the grass was spread wide. There weren't as many trees as one would come to expect. As I flew around and explored the view became more lifelike and less blocky. There was a real neat sheet of ice that went from a lake all the way up this mountainside. I tried to get a better look at it, but I was distracted by the other cool things around. Everything I saw gave me a sense of amazement, even though there was not much really to look at. I saw a big row of some sort of structure. They seemed to be cave entrances, or dungeons or something of the sort. There must have been over 50 of them side by side, and they had redstone mechanics to get inside. I left them alone and flew higher to better investigate the way this mountain was built.
I think the dream above was influenced by this post from reddit, even though the two look nothing alike.

I woke up somewhere around here. Realized I was in the same position I had been when I went to sleep. I was on my side facing the left which is the opposite side I normally lie on. I normally find this position hard to fall asleep in. I turned over on my other side and feel back asleep

I now found myself trying to explore more of the area I was in before, however it looked nothing like it did before. I wasn't in minecraft anymore. I was in a wooded area of a mountainous forest. There was a lot of debris and trash lying around. It was kind of like exploring a place long abandoned. There were the typical rusted cars and fallen trees that looked like someone made them into shelters. This particular dream felt like it happened a few times throughout the night.

I woke up from the previous dream lying again on my side facing to the right. I lied on my back and went back to sleep.

I was now at the waiting room at the Dentist. I was called in at the same time my dad was in the other room. The dream skipped past the actual cleaning part, and went straight to when the appointment was over. I was standing outside the door of the dentist's room and my dad had come out of the room he was in. I could hear my dentist tell me my teeth were good and to keep doing what I have been doing with my teeth. She then said she still had some work to do but I walked away.. I said to my family that she was clearly lying. She even paused before she said what she did. This is something a dentist actually did tell me once and it caused me to actually stop taking care of my teeth for quite some time. I knew my teeth were bad, yet the dentist in the dream was being lazy and also didn't want to hurt my feelings. We left the building before mother could get her teeth checked.

At some point throughout the night I realized I was actually in a dream. I couldn't see much. The dream felt sort of unstable in that it kept fading to the void. I tried engaging my senses but it didn't seem to help. I touched a wall but couldn't really feel it. I tried walking around and grabbing a ladder but it was starting to feel like I was watching myself do it instead of doing it myself. I got to the top and looked at my hands and they were all blurry. It was like my eyes were crossed. I did indeed have 10 fingers, but I couldn't focus on what I saw. I woke up fairly quickly. The dream took place in a shack on a mountain. Must have been a beautiful view outside, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Another cool dream was exploring a house I had seen. Actually come to think of it the house appeared out of nowhere. I recall being in a very tall cave. There was what looked like mincraft tnt lining the ceiling and walls far away, but mostly it was just a dimly lit open area. Like it was all excavated out for some project. I really felt at home(hah get it) here. I wanted to explore and see what cool things may be in here, but suddenly I saw a house forming around me. I started to get irritated that the cave was disappearing around me just for some stupid house, but I looked around the newfound environment anyway. It was a modern house with all new appliances and glossed marble floors. It was a single story home with perhaps 3 bedrooms 3 bathrooms. I say 3 because when I got to the end of the house there was a bathroom and then a bedroom. I felt disappointed that I had reached the end of the open house exploration without seeing anything that really caught my eye. Until, at least, I saw a small doorway in the bedroom to another room. It was an odd shaped door and it led to another bathroom. I was interested now, and I saw the bathroom had a urinal, claw tub, and a large and expensive shower. I was sold on the house now. This extra bathroom made the whole house worth it.

I was again in the forest, kind of like the one before with the abandoned car and such. This time I had myself a dog. It was either a lab or a mastiff and it was on a rather short leash. It led the way as we explored the area and tried to find civilization. It wasn't long before we got into a town and I had to pee. I saw a street sign with the town name on it but I don't remember now where I was. I gave up on the idea of relieving myself due to there being no way to deal with the dog without the fear of someone stealing him if I tied him up somewhere. The dog and I swiftly left the city and went onto the next, going through yet another forest. I found some tree to wet and we continued our journey. We would up in another town and the dream ended.

I "woke up" in a car without my shoes on. My family texted me to meet them at some restaurant. I got up after a few moments and noticed it was very early dawn and my dog from the previous dream as happily sitting at the end of the road. I noticed a bank across the way and saw my family's car in the parking lot. I walked over and they told me they were going to the restaurant next door, but had to pick up cash first. I agreed to meet them there, but had to go back to the car to get my shoes...

Morning of April 15, 2018. Sunday.



This was the first time where four of my dreams in a row, at least in recent memory, carried the same vague storyline continuity, probably because I not only went to sleep earlier than usual but slept later than usual. It is mainly a dream about studying the factors and components of the dream state itself, though this has been a very common theme in my dreams since early childhood.

In my first dream, I am thinking about the nature of the WAF (waking alert factor), the primary biological function of which sometimes results in a snake being rendered as a result of RAS modulation (the key dynamic). I am on our bed, though our house is rendered incorrectly (to prevent waking life associations). I deliberately sustain the dynamics of my dream (only in semi-lucidity, which is neither viable lucidity nor apex lucidity) and watch two snakes. The first is mostly off the bed and is black, eventually ending up on the floor. A second, a yellow one, is moving behind the other, though it is not implied that one is following the other. I recognize that the one on the floor being black is a reference to deeper sleep in this case. The yellow one is of a level of consciousness closer to the emergent consciousness factor and more rapid RAS modulation. My semi-lucidity holds what otherwise serves as the WAF and I even point it out to Zsuzsanna, who is walking around in our kitchen. (This is similar to past in-dream experiments relating to snakes.) I rewind and reset my dream, and the crawling snake event repeats, so I can study it more and determine at what point the shift in unconsciousness occurs. I notice a slight difference in awareness when the last 25 percent of the black snake’s tail is still on the bed (in moving to the left, to the side of the bed) and the yellow snake is about 75 percent on the bed (coming from my right). I fail to remember that moving to the left is also of the nature of dream state reinduction or in some cases, moving back into dreamless sleep states, depending on circadian rhythms dynamics.

I allow myself to fall back into deeper sleep without waking. From here, a new dream begins, which relates to a futuristic science-fiction scenario. I am no longer of any degree of lucidity other than faux lucidity at some points.

An unfamiliar man is driving a cargo truck. I am aware that it is carrying snakes for a carnival. I remain near a weigh station as it stops and eventually drives on over a bridge over part of the ocean. Eventually, there is news that the cargo truck was destroyed, driver and all, by some sort of beam directed by a government satellite. I watch the event on a computer monitor. I watch the wide yellow beam come down to dissolve the truck. I realize that there may have been another reason for this event. Perhaps it was related to either a mistake made by the people running the security system or because the man knew too much about government operations.

I shift into faux lucidity and try to expose this government conspiracy (which is related to non-lucid RAS mediation, inherent to the dream state, not waking life). Bruce Willis and some other people are listening to my description of the events. The man was believed to have been carrying unauthorized nuclear weapons. I am somewhat puzzled, as I remember that both snakes and nuclear weapons are key factors of RAS modulation while in the dream state. However, as I am not viably lucid, my mind sustains my dream non-lucidly. I go back to the weigh station, which is now more like a store’s checkout (typical autosymbolism for the last scene and exit point of a dream) and pick up the severed head of a green snake as well as a piece of its body. I show them to the other people as evidence of a government conspiracy. Again, the man was not carrying unauthorized nuclear weapons, but snakes for a carnival. At least one had left the truck when it stopped at the weigh station. At the same time, my dream self also realizes that I am making up the whole scenario and that I have no idea what the man had actually been transporting. Still, I enjoy the concept of writing such stories.

In my next dream, there is still some memory of my previous two dreams. There is confusion about picking something up in a restaurant and something to do with my yellow notepad (without a cover) of which I had been writing results of my dream experiments for the last month or so. I find several notepads as well as being given one by an unfamiliar female who works at the restaurant counter and had come outside to talk to me, but none of them are mine. Some of the notepads are only half the length of a real one (which is autosymbolic of my conscious self identity not being fully extant in the dream state). Some of the notepads have writing, but it is not mine.

I walk into the restaurant. My notepad related to dreams, which I now have automatically (though there are still missing pages implied), also has what are supposed to be “real” notes about the previous events and the evidence the cargo truck had only snakes. I now become aware that I had been hiding from those who had apparently destroyed the cargo truck in my second dream of this sequence. James Franco is sitting at a round wooden table. I tell him not to talk to anyone about me or the event from my previous dream. “But why are you hiding?” he asks me cheerfully, “You are famous”. I realize that he is implying that there are too many people who know about the truth for the government to target only me. However, I then consider that the majority of people in the general public are completely oblivious to any semblance of truth. I vaguely remember that virtually no one in the general public has any understanding of the dream state or of dream meanings (a view I hold in real life), regardless of endless popular falsehoods. This is confirmed by seeing one unfamiliar girl trying to “interpret” her dream (writing in a yellow notepad) at another table. I become so annoyed, I briefly wake, though while allowing myself to sleep for another half hour or so. (My preconscious, James Franco in this case, being cheerful and not with any conflict, was a precursor to this choice, as there is only conflict by way of RAS mediation as such in the final dream of a sleep cycle to initiate the waking alert factor). During this dream segment, there was also a clear focus on government satellites, of which could direct a weapon at anyone in the world. (I am only vaguely aware it is a direct reference to RAS modulation in ending the fictitious dream self identity during the waking transition. In fact, the cargo truck’s destruction is even called “RAS modulation” via satellite in my dream.)

From here, in the fourth dream, I am near a two-storey building of which is implied to be a girl’s school in England and otherwise looks much like the Victorian School of Art and Science at Stroud, Gloucestershire. The girls, including the ones on the second floor, each walk out from a different window and walk about and hover in the air before returning to their bed each time. I am apparently looking for a girl who knows what the dream state is, as that would be the only sensible goal of coalescence. (Why coalesce or even communicate with ignorance?) In reality, a dream is primarily a state of unconsciousness of which the Moro reflex in infancy evolved. Each has a yellow notepad (though they do not carry it with them), and one is the same unfamiliar girl as from the prior dream. No one seems to know this. Each girl is dressed in a very similar manner, in mostly what looks to be a Victorian costume, which seems to be part of some sort of theme day. In summoning this essence, I vaguely understand that I am merely recognizing public ignorance of dreams, which typically always “looks the same” and of which is very outdated.

Part of my dream self’s focus and features in these dreams came from major distortions of “Pay It Forward” (2000) and “Oz the Great and Powerful” (2013), which Zsuzsanna and I had watched several hours previously.

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Date of Dream: SUN 15 APR - 2018



Dream No. 310 - Separated Sections

Dream 310 A - She Sings On X-Factor
I don't remember much of this dream at all. The only scene that I can remember is being in some random unknown place and seeing this huge parade of people walking past in the building. I caught sight of WB who was dressed very eccentrically. I made an attempt to catch up to her before she left and it was a success, as I caught up to her parading beside EGor as her line partner. Although she was the real WB, she had behaviour patterns more common to Dreamy WB.

Her hair was styled really dramatically with her afro being multicoloured... More specifically, patches of aqua, white and then this gold glitter sprinkling over it. I asked her what she was doing and she gave me a lengthy explanation on how she got onto X-Factor, I forgot specifically what she said though. She was very friendly towards me for this scene. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 310 B - Finding A Friend
I don't remember much of this dream either. From what I can remember, I started off in my bedroom of my old house. I remember that I was doing something and my parents would keep catching me out, I forgot what exactly it was I was doing though. That scene repeated a few times with a few different variations of me running away from them.

I then ended up in the backyard of my old house. I have completely forgotten the intention of this scene. Faintly, I recall that there was this character that I know nothing about, which was going to my ally for the first part of this scene... Classified as the first world (reference to areas from Mario games). Once I had completed the tasks set for me in that scene, it was time to move onto the second world, which was weirdly though sill taking place in the old house backyard

For the second world, I received another animated character as my companion but yet again forgot who or what it was. After completion of the second world, I spoke to myself for a short while and within that speech, there was a tiny bit of reference to getting Murray back. I eventually figured that I couldn't get Murray back yet at this time and there were no stranger characters coming to help, so I thought to myself, “what do I do?”.

The next world I went to wasn't in my own home and rather was somewhere completely unknown. There characters as I said before weren't appearing anymore and it wasn't the right time to get Murray back yet. I decided that it was time to call Dreamy WB for assistance in this world. As she was appearing (in her Oktoberfest outfit), I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



I've been having some very inspiring thoughts over a couple of nights and have even done some slight planning if the idea does come to fruition. I'd like to host a competition for the month of May; it still rewards lucid dreamers more but it is also friendly to non-lucid dreams and is mainly the focus on encouraging consistent recall and increasing overall quality of dreams. It's one where everyone will be able to score decent points and people are not heavily disadvantaged if they can't get lucid over a long period of time. (criteria is for instance, the same task but a lucid dreamer might get 6 points for it, whereas a non-lucid/standard dreamer gets 3) I am thinking, there will be teams for this and there will be the Beginners, Intermediate, and Advanced leagues based on lucid criteria to keep with the DreamViews competition tradition. May will be my chance (June as a last resort) because I will be busy with a work experience placement at the end of June and first part of July. Then after that, my university degree starts which will gradually cram my free time as the term progresses. I'd really love to do something like this... Tell me what you think.



Dream 310: Competition Results

Competition Night: 14
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

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

+ Previous Total: 6.5
Total Accumulated Points: 8.0

I had this next dream about an hour after the first one. It was Halloween... in the middle of the day. Ed, Edd, n' Eddy had found a horse and made it their trusty steed. At one man's door, a father's child was prepping himself to answer the door, telling one of the eds "okay, I'm ready" and asking them to slap him in the face. One of them did it too hard and killed them. Next, the kid's grandfather died of a heart attack. The family resembled the Fitzgerald from the amazing world of gumball. Once that was over, they were off, with Eddy beating the horse to get it to go. They met Rolf at a crossroads where he challenged them, as his GIGANTIC horse spun around in circles. The scene faded out and then back into a sewer, where you could hear ed saying "nice, BIG girls in the sewer!" The place seemed to be partially re-purposed to some kind of set of stations meant to make men better than before in every way.

This dream starts with me listening to my cassette player. Unsatisfied with the quality, I decided to go to the record store, where I found like twelve jensen cassette players kind of just on the shelves.

Fragment 2: There was a theater in the middle of a desert like area a mountain where me, C, and K, as well as some other theater were listening to a grindcore song being played through a projector. My friend's reactions were as follows:
What even is this? - C
This song fucking sucks - K
As soon as the song was over, I got up and said "still not better than dream theaterIN MY OPINION!"

Fragment 3: my nephew/mmkk's brother was listening to what he thought was a cassette player. It had similarities to a mini cassette player, but more digital looking. I told him that that's not even what cassette players look like, but he didn't listen. I then got out my phone, which for some reason, had Kim Jong Un and Robbie rotten or someone like him over the gay flag as the wallpaper, and tried to find an app to prove him wrong. No luck. There was also a fragment where I was sitting across from N in a classroom somewhere in there.

Round 1 of Dreams

Videos

The first part I remembered was this You Tube kind of thing where people could post up their own videos. I had thought of a way to name my own videos. There was a woman with brown hair who had come up with a way to get people to think they had to pay her to post a video on her channel. I realized it was a scam and posted my videos myself, without having to pay her.

Bar

I was at a bar with my Mom and Dad and some other people. My Mom and Dad were not really together but they were still splitting a drink. So my Mom would come along and pour some more of my Dad’s drink into her cup. It was a yellowish kind of alcohol. My Mom was with another guy I think. Then one of them started pouring some of the alcohol in my glass. I did this rap like, “Yo! You ain’t pourin no alcohol in my cup, yo! What are you thinking?”

<<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>

Meditating

There was some idea in the dream about how its good to dream but then it helps to meditate during the day. They explained it in a way I never heard before. I can’t quite remember it now.

Aisle

I tried to hide the lap top in the fridges in the food store aisle.

Bosses

There was more to this part, but I can only remember it vaguely. But there were two boss guys. I was telling them, “You’re the Big Cheese. You’re the Big Cheese.” I wonder what else happened. Some kind of argument or something.

Pellets

There was a guy telling me how in the olden days, they put pellets <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> so it made a clicking noise. But they don’t do it any more. I think I was mad about the inhumane ness of it.

Job

Something about consulting a guy about a job. They gave me a job and paid me some money ahead of time, just to start. I was like, “That gives me good incentive, so thanks!”

Animation

I had to do animations. My plan was just to get something off google images. Then get an animated mouth, that would move with the speech. I wonder if that exists. Like a computer program that moves a mouth along with speech. Then I could just paste that moving mouth over the google image, and I’d have a little animation thing. But then I started to realize such a computer program might not exist, and I might fail at this assignment.

Planets

There was this thing in this rock circle valley place. An elder was saying how if someone does something in their term on one planet, that causes destruction, then if they go and do the same thing on the next planet (without learning from their mistake) in the same term of power, then… That’s frowned upon. It showed <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> and a dorm <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> with some people around there.

Conceptual

There was another part that was really vague or conceptual. I remember feeling like it repeated. It had to do with recording the above dreams within the dream and knowing I could find it in waking life. Like really believing that was possible. I don’t think it was a Lucid, Dream though. But there was something about patterns. I couldn’t really explain it once I woke up.

Round 2 of Dreams

I biked and stretched in the dark before going back to bed, hoping to ensure that I’d sleep. I made an attempt at Wake Initiated Lucid Dream which got me to sleep but didn’t get me to a dream. I remember it felt like forever I was laying there trying to stay still. And I was making it, little by little. But then I got the “big rollover signal”. That was really, really uncomfortable, but I realized, it, too, would pass. And it did. But I didn’t remember any dreams when I woke up from the sleep. Maybe something about dreaming about dream recall?

Couldn’t Sleep

It’s about 4:38 A M now and I couldn’t sleep since probably 1 or 2 when I woke up from the above dreams. I tried biking and stretching in the dark, meditating, and eventually gave up on sleep, and came to the computer. To type the dreams so far and type some older dreams in a neater format. Now I feel sleepy again and hopefully I get a round of two of dreams.

Round 3 of Dreams

Eventually, I did get back to sleep. I forgot earlier parts of this but it turned out to be an interesting and unexpectedly dark Lucid, Dream chain.

Excluded

The earliest part I remember is some of my old friends were standing in a circle, wearing Navy Blue. They excluded me from the circle. <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>I guess we fought a little but I’m not sure.

Classroom

I was in my bed for a moment, then in this class room. <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> was being mean to me. I chose to retailiate. I actually knew it was a dream at this point. <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>Then I realized everyone else there would gang up on me. I felt real fear of them actually causing me dream pain. I put my fingers on my forehead and did an instant transmission. It popped me back into my bed for a moment.

Whirlpool

Then the dream popped me into this big whirl pool of cold, cold water. I remember feeling the cold. It was swirling me all around. I couldn’t get any closer to the edges because it was pulling me towards the middle. Attempting to swim to the sides ended me up with swimming in place at best. There were these platforms I was hoping to be able to get onto for safety. Eventually I appeared back in my bed for a moment.

Blue-tiful

Then the dream popped me into this place with lots of people from before. I was flying. I still knew it was a dream. I thought <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> was coming but it turned out to be <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> who was also excluding me earlier. Then I saw a female dream figure. She was very pretty but her face was fuzzy and blue. Maybe kind of like Avatar. I think her eyes were yellowish. I went up to her and said, “Do you remember what happened in my first Lucid, Dream from earlier? Please help me!” I really thought that she would actually tell me what had happened. She replied, “I don’t know if I can help.” And then preceded to tell me something else. Then I told her she was so beautiful! <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>

Left out

I continued to appear back in bed then pop back into the dream a few times. Each time, I was like, “yep, still dreaming.”

Then I was around all these people from high school and college again. The women there were really well dressed, and looked to be paired up with other guys there. I still knew it was a dream. I was thinking to myself, “Wait, how is this MY dream, and yet I’m the odd one out? I should be like the alpha male.” I started trying to say that to everyone but I realized, it might not be MY dream. However, I did express that I felt like no one thinks I’m cool, or that I felt un cool.
<<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>

Babies

I walked through the area some more and saw babies laying in a bed. They were crying, and cuddling with other babies. I was surprised that the babies were sort of cuddling instead of the parent holding the baby. Then I tried to hold some of the babies. But a baby came up from behind me! And started to choke me. I couldn’t breathe! I started to try and fight in, panicking a little bit. I still knew it was a dream, but didn’t seem to have much dream control.

Paralysis

I appeared back in my physical bed. I sat up a bit in my “non physical” body, feeling sleep paralysis. I opened my dream eyes but didn’t want to! I didn’t want to see what I expected to see. Even though I was lucid, I was still not up for it. I felt very overpowered by the dream thus far.

I looked toward my desk and saw the air kind of twist and bend like something was about to appear there. Something scary. I closed my dream eyes and just relaxed though. That seemed to help. I rolled out of body, falling onto the floor. Then it ended.

(After I woke up, I realized that if there was some entity coming for me, and I rolled out of body, it might have possessed my body. But I am still here, in my body, the next morning. There is no other entity in my body.)

Kitchen

I appeared in a kitchen. It was a different kitchen than <<SECRETZ0RZ!!>> but I justified it by making a story that we had moved. So I didn’t know it was a dream anymore. But I was still conscious, so it was like a false awakening. I was near a fridge, eating pizza. The cheese was falling off the pizza or something. I thought I had woken up into Physical Matter Waking Consciousness, but still expected a “hallucination” to come get me.

App

I remember trying to dream journal. But this app kept making noise. When I tried to pause it, it wouldn’t pause. It was like an app for a workout because if I pressed the pause button, it would resume in a few minutes. It appeared that this was its programming. To resume playing after a few seconds of being paused. Duration depended how many times pause was pressed. So when I double pressed it, it was 10 seconds. I tried to press the stop button, a little square, but nothing seemed to work. I thought of just putting the phone volume down manually so I could record my dream.

My Dad was in the kitchen part, too.

Pizza

I re appeared in my bed again and thought the dream chain was over. But no! There was one more. I dreamed I was eating pizza. I had two slices, one stuffed slice, with crust on both sides. It was like a 10 inch slice but very thin. The other piece was like normal size but the cheese was missing! This reminded me of the previous dream. But I didn’t know it was a dream at the time. I took a bit of one of them. It tasted good. The big slice was on the table a little and I was afraid it would get dirty. I woke up from that dream still chewing with my physical mouth! Then like, “Oh, I’m in bed now!”

Notes

It took some time for me to think through those and record. After getting insomnia, I was really drowsy. But I guess I recalled a good amount.
<<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>
Round 5 of Dreams

Fields and waves

I was in a class setting that reminded me of fields and waves. The professor was teaching something. I thought it was boring. There was something that reminded me of the cartoon, “Dexter’s Lab.” It involved a serrated clamp going to an electronic device. And then it was like “Jacking In” From megaman Battle Network. Kind of surreal or abstract.

Shelves

<<SECRETZ0RZ!!>>Overall Notes

I am just practicing grading my dreams like in competitions, so, here was what I would have got tonight:

3 dreams recalled, 3 points.
First Dream Induced Lucid Dream, 10 points.
Lucid, Dream Chain, 2 Points.
WBTB, 2 Points.
Interact with DC, 2 Points.
Ask for advice, 5 points (asked for help in recalling dream).
Fly, 5 points.
Instant Transmission, 10 Points (to escape people in class beating me up).

Total = 39 Points.

FRAGMENT

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I was in a plane with my family, we were probably on a flight to America. (We're going there at the end of the year in real life)

I was sitting next to my sister on the plane.

The plane started to go down and turn on its side. My first thought was "this is quite a steep turn". Then it got so steep that I knew we were about to crash.
My sister fainted and fell into the middle isle of the plane.

I jumped into the isle, sat down and picked up my sister and put her in my arms. My thought was "If I hold her just right, I can cushion the impact and maybe she'll survive". I pretty much expected to die.

Down the plane went. The farther down it went, the more I adjusted myself to give my sister the best chance, and the more I braced for impact.
The plane pulled up at the last moment and I then knew the impact would not be as bad as I first thought.

CRASH.

Next thing I remember is carrying my sister down a street with hundreds of people running about, and bombs going off.
We were in some sort of Eastern, war-filled country. Sandy streets, sand-coloured buildings.

My mum was running beside me. I was worried about my dad and the rest of the family, but I trusted my dad to deal with that. All I cared about was getting my mum and my unconscious sister to safety.
I looked up and saw a missile come towards us, so I shouted, "This way!" and I turned left and my mum followed. We escaped the missile.

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