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Date of Dream: WED 11 OCT - 2017



Dream No. 209 - Mysteries Of The Van

A very blurry memory for this dream. There were major segments of this dream where a past dream guide had come to help me, although there was really nothing for me to need help with. Later on in the dream, it showed that my friend JH had owned some plain white van. I forgot what exactly she did in that van. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: TUE 10 OCT - 2017



Dream No. 208 - Casual Dream Guide

I do not remember the majority of this dream. I can remember that the dream took place in my other grandparents' backyard. At one point, I was running and I accidentally bumped into Dreamy WB who must have appeared seconds beforehand because I only suddenly saw her. Instead of being startled, she made no reaction when I bumped her. Rather, she turned around very slowly and then gave me the hardest, longest hug in dream history. My memory has gone after that scene.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: THU 5 OCT - 2017



Dream No. 207 - Don't Bother Me

I don't remember everything that happened in this dream. From where I can remember, I was doing something on the outskirts of Waverley Gardens Shopping Centre. I did a few laps and about on the second one, WB was located on Hansworth street, just randomly set up there, giving some PowerPoint presentation to Ms L. I came back on the third lap and saw that my water bottle was beside their computer.

I really wanted to get it but then I thought WB and Ms L would both be angry at me if I disturbed them... So the only solution was to fly away with no water bottle at all. This is interesting: As the dream was ending, a scene is played at my house. In the dining room, the water bottle fades into existence. It's like the dream is saying “I'd better give it back to you before you wake up”. Then I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: WED 4 OCT - 2017
Nap Time Range: 4:50 PM - 5:40 PM



Dream No. N206 - Alternate Dimension And Pizza

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was at my old house but forgot what I was specifically doing. Apparently I was shopping at Fountain Gate shopping centre before the dream started. Also, I don't live at the same address as in real life; it's somewhere unknown and completely different.

I was with a few other people and told them about this new dimension that I could go to which would allow me to be close to WB without her knowing. I then invited them to actually come with me; apparently WB herself was also in that group. I ended up showing them all my house near the beach which was a small wooden cottage. There was a lake nearby surrounded by cement pavement where some Home and Away events were taking place... It was actually the real Home and Away cast doing this.

The dream scene then shifted to me being back at my old house again. I was eating some of my mum's home-made pizza which tasted better in the dream than in real life. I then woke up due to the phone ringing.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: WED 4 OCT - 2017



Dream 206 - Review The Missing Area

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, my mum and I were looking around a MYER store with an unfamiliar layout. The clearance for Miss Shop was on level 4 but in the dream, there was also clearance for designer brands on level 1. There was a lady from the brand of Revival that was talking to us... She said that we buy too many things from there. We then told her that we were going over to Review. Along the way, there were so many racks of fancy shoes to look at. There was one rack though that I wasn't allowed to look at... I asked my mum why she pulled me away from it. I forgot what she said in response.

Then we arrived at the Review section which had a massive amount of stock, the whole MYER store was filled to the brim with stuff. I then found out that I had a random $50 voucher from somewhere that I could spend on Review products. We looked at all the cardigans first which had all various designs on them... Nothing like the real life stock though. I had picked a cardigan and my mum suggested to have look at some belts. The belts were very vivid in colour and mostly one style. The belts at the front of the shelf were full price but as you rummaged towards the back, the same type of belt was discounted.

My first choice of belt was a pink one, a colour in-between fuchsia and a candy tone. My mum suggested the colour of the next one which she claimed to be orange. I started complaining when I matched it against my black clothes and said to her, “mum, it's caramel...”. Eventually though, I admitted that I could see orange in there and so it became the second belt. My mum then said I could pick a third belt. There was some yellow and green but it was mostly purple... I ended up going for purple. We weren't ready to purchase the stock yet though. My mum said we would look around the store and see if we could find anything better. In the middle of MYER was this outer mall section, a circular area in which you could look down to the rest of the shopping centre. For a while, my mum and I were exploring the middle to see what other designer brands it links up to.

Soon after, we decided to return to Review to get the items. We looked around the store for a while but soon I started to panic as we couldn't see the Review section anywhere. I said to my mum that I think I knew what to do. As I walked her back to the centre circle, I told her that I knew someone that could help us. At first, I was afraid that my mum was going to get extremely mad at me and so I was wondering how to call my Dream Guide. I then stepped a couple of metres away from my mum and went for it at full volume.

When calling for Dreamy WB, I noticed I was using a muffled voice... It was loud and clear but muffled at the same time. There wasn't a response straight away but for the first time, I didn't sound like a broken record. Additionally, instead of speaking in English, I was speaking in this weird language to the awareness to affirm the request for Dreamy WB. My mum couldn't understand what I was saying, only that I was getting help. So she looks at me to ask where this person is. I said to mum, “don't worry mum, she's coming”.

After what seemed like a long time of waiting, Dreamy WB walked out of nowhere in particular and towards us, the two of us now sitting down. In this dream, she was very thin and lanky, more so than her real life counterpart. She crouches down to our level and puts her arm around me as I tell her what's wrong. Then as my mum gets ready to speak, Dreamy WB actually moves closer to her and nuzzles her on the chest. Now her arms are around both me and my mum. Soon, we all get up and Dreamy WB leads us back to the store. Before anything else can happen, I wake up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



I was surprised when Dreamy WB came up to my mum. Usually my Dream Guide wouldn't get that close to a parent.

Date of Dream: MON 2 OCT - 2017



Dream 205 - Separated Sections

Dream 205 A - Not The Same Driver
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was doing something at Brandon Park Shopping Centre. I went outside one of the exits and thought to myself “I want to be picked up now”. I was standing at the end of the car park, on the nature strip, repeatedly calling for Dreamy WB. This has got to be the most times I've called for Dreamy WB in a dream. I was calling and calling like in Dream No. 93, the first two cars drove right by. Also like in Dream No. 93, the cars were exactly the same colour... The shiny navy ones went past.

A dull black one then came and by the way it was driving, I thought it was going to go past too. It was just swinging out and then it parked right in front of me on the kerb. The back door of the car opened and she was inviting me in, but something wasn't right... She wasn't acting normal. As I went in to hug her, she pulled away from me with that look of disapproval on her face. She then climbed over the box compartment in the middle of the car and got into the driver's seat, leaving me at the back by myself, not even talking to me. I mentally made my conclusion... This wasn't Dreamy WB. Rather, it was WB taking Dreamy WB's car for a spin.

She ended up dropping me off at the top of Gladstone Road, linking to Police Road. I was walking along a granite path and I see something in the ground. I dig and find that it is a completely ruined Mario plush. The worst thing is that there is no nose on it. The nose was completely ripped off and looked like it had been thrown onto the ground. I can't remember anything after seeing the destroyed Mario plush.

Dream 205 B - What About Me
walking around the area of the local primary school. An event was taking place there with Killester girls. I was walking around casually for a while until the dream scene restarted. I was on a bus with a very few girls, being driven to the school.

Once I was there, I saw another bus pull up. I looked into the bus from the parking lot and saw lots of girls in that one. WB was with a big group of them at the back, having a huge conversation and a laugh. In the dream, I could actually, literally feel my heart sink because I couldn't be with them. I don't remember what took place in the school hall. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 205 C - I Work For The AFL
I forgot how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at some random shopping centre when I was asked to do something for the AFL teams playing in the grand final. I was asked to draw up rough sketches to eventually make a PowerPoint presentation of the teams. I was then at my old house in the kitchen, doing some of the drawings. There was this sketch I apparently did of a red teddy bear and it got half a mark from the supervisor. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- Oops I slipped (interact with WB when she's angry 1 time)
>> I hugged her and she pulled away really quickly, not talking to me for the rest of the drive.

I was in my room trying to fall asleep when suddenly Im pulled up and my old keyboard appears next to me. I can see notes light up as it plays a song I use to play but forgot. The way it lit up was familiar and brought back some memory of how the song went. I became lucid but was a bit frightened and tried to get out the grip of what held me.

The dream than shifted and I appeared in bed again but lost lucidity.I walked near the door than heard a light bulb break. Thats when a narrator voice appeared saying that the light was coming closer because of the disappearance of electric tech. Again I became aware it was a dream and held the door knob. I felt like I couldn't control my thoughts. The door than began to rattle but I kept it closed.

For the third time the dream shifted. I was still lucid on my bed but vision was going dark.I did my best to remain calm but suddenly a dc who seemed like Eye fell through the ceiling than body slam me. I woke up after that. Lol

Pervert

This dream was kind of odd. I was in a supermarket sliding through the aisles on an invisible sled. I almost knocked down some boxes and soda but I managed to turn away in time. When I got up I was approached by an old woman who said that she had won 140$ dollars and wanted to give it to me. I didn't want to take it but I ended up taking it because I felt itd be rude to refuse.

She than offered me a plane ticket after giving me the money. I took it but than gave it back telling her to enjoy the vacation with her family instead. As i walked away she began to follow me than change into Marge from the Simpsons.

Next thing I recall I was in a new apartment cleaning a room with bleach and water because somehow I blew it up by mistake. I couldn't do enough for it though so I left. I was told not to worry about it so I went to the store.

When the dream shifted again, I was a blond girl wearing a shirt that showed my belly and had my purple pantsu sticking out of my white shorts.For some reason it look like I had a orange tan too. I was waiting for my boyfriend to come out of the room so he could drive me home. But when he came in he try to convince me to stay. I told him I'd stay for a bit.

But than he wanted to show me a game he apparently made that involved me following his words as I observed a cartoon. What he said to do made me think that he wanted to do it with me. I almost fell for it but than told him to stop and that I was going home. He looked at me disappointed and brought up that i could listen to the song he made for the game instead. However, when he sang it, it turned out to be perverted and made me want to leave sooner. I told him to stop and to just take me home. He finally decided to let me go and went out the room to get ready. As I put on my white sneakers I notice my shirt was open. I closed it and when he came in saying he was ready to go with me, I woke up.

I am at a gathering and have been given a multitude of chocolates. All the presents are in wrapped paper like flowers. One is an arrangement of normal chocs in blue paper, one I remember was chocolates mixed in with strawberries. Anyway a woman tries to muscle in on my presents and I try to escape from her. I fly up onto the top of the building. It is night time and I can see down below a canal (like Camden here in London).
She follows and is clinging to me, so I fly down under the water in an attempt to shake her off.

[note: yet again dark waters and chocolates 2nd time]

Morning of October 22, 2017. Sunday.



In the last segment of an otherwise sensual dream of the usual daily sequences, I am aware of Zsuzsanna eventually standing directly behind fancy batwing doors, inside the building we had made love in, as I am now on a public footpath. The batwing doors actually seem to have the evenly divided silhouette of a bat at the top as well as stained glass panels very similar to the Barolin Street house windows. The setting seems to be a three-storey hotel of an 1800s style, though there is not a clear essence of being in the distant past. There is a vague association with Brooklyn, though the location is otherwise unknown. She is wearing an old-fashioned but very fancy red corset. She is also wearing a black cowgirl hat with at least four diamonds horizontally across the front. She seems very cheerful.

Even though I am not fully lucid at this point, probably just on the threshold of active lucidity (and my conscious self identity is mostly present), I still start to vaguely reflect upon the waking symbolism elements though not fully in recalling what a dream is (a common ambiguity that cannot be resolved in conscious afterthought). I recognize the doorway waking symbolism (a doorway symbolizing the exit point of a dream) and consider the flight symbol element (the “bat wings”). Red is usually the last color (or dominating color) seen prior to waking, though usually only when I have been sleeping a bit too long. The cowgirl hat with diamonds symbolizes the activation of the emergent consciousness factor. Just as I start thinking about “lights on” or “lights off” without fully realizing what I am contemplating, I wake.

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Despite my dreams usually having the same core symbolism since early childhood, they are intriguingly rendered in a virtually infinite number of combinations. For example, I can easily compare this dream with “A Bat Not a Mistletoe” (from December 2012) where, instead of the doorway waking symbolism utilizing sensuality and batwing doors, what was believed to be a mistletoe turns out to be a rubber bat nailed directly above a regular doorway.

Both dreams redundantly synthesized the “return flight” element (that is, return flight waking symbolism, a factor of over one in five of my dreams since early childhood) with doorway waking symbolism. The flight element in both dreams is static and artificial (divided wooden bat silhouette in this dream and rubber bat in the 2012 dream), which relates to anticipatory knowledge of the waking transition as of the involuntary abdominal movement in waking rather than my more common back spasm waking event. Dreams are biologically self-premonitory this way, though the (ascending) reticular activating system (RAS) does sometimes seem a vessel for control in some cases, which I have experimented with at times since early childhood, but with usually unpredictable results, with the problematic ambiguous nature of triggering it just by thinking of it, the aspects very similar to trying to control the dynamics of a sneeze.

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The last dream I had this day was of me in Willy Wonka's factory; it was the Gene Wilder Wonka and as far as I know, all the kids from the movie were there except Charlie who I was in place of.

First, I remember the part just after the room with one door; Wonka opened the musical lock, opened the door and people were speechless. The stairs were much different, someone suggested that Veruca and her father go first and they did; people followed after that. I looked over the railing and was a bit confused because the chocolate room looked more like a supermarket at this point and I said something like "Are we early? 2-3 weeks early?" and an explanation was given. This was going to be a supermarket, more or less.

I went downstairs near Veruca who was laying on her back on the floor. I looked at something in a box and I recall seeing an Apricot product there initially and then Veruca started shooting some foods/candies quite accurately with a gun or a dart gun. I commented that she was good at it and then the products on the shelves shifted and I was confused. A little bit later, I walked up the aisle and saw the Dried Apricots again; I also saw some sort of sexy lube behind a box and walked a few more paces before I - literally - saw canned mold on a shelf. I woke up shortly after seeing the mold.

Several dreams in the late morning/noon, all pretty weird and cool. In one, I was given a disc by someone (an old woman?). I think it was a heavy metal album. I asked someone in reality (or I thought it was) to immediately Google the band and album name to see if it existed. I think I was trying to prove a theory I had about dreams. Super meta, right? Of course, the person Googling wasn't real either. He messed around on his desktop (opening and closing irrelevant programs) and wasted my precious dream time. I woke up before we got any results.

At one point I met an old schoolmate of mine, Yannick VM. After interacting for a bit, I think he realized I was no longer as big of a dick as I used to be, and he got a little less cautious.

So, once again, I was leaving (?) SCHOOL. Nine years later and I'm still having nightly dreams about schools. Fuck. Anyway, I left the place running. I ran on some kind of wooden walkway through what looked like a park. Eventually I ended up... back in a fucking school. I was an adult though, but I still feared running across the courtyard the way I did would draw attention from the teachers. Then, the scene changed. The environment changed into a desert. The school was still there I think, but swallowed up by dunes of sand. The sand had a red hue. It reminded me more of the Australian outback than the Sahara, Gobi or American deserts. I was sitting in a dune buggy now all of a sudden. I was feeling the sand, running it through my hands - amazed how 'realistic' it felt.

I think I was with my brother, investigating a crashed semi truck. I was listening to ASMR at the time (while sleeping), and the girl talking in the video was "translated" in the dream. Some of her sentences were kept intact, but some were changed or added completely. The things she said were pretty comical. It sounded like a radio playing in the background. Oddly, I could also see images that accompanied the person speaking. While doing things in the dream. So I was seeing two things at the same time. The mind is amazing.

Old notes, most mean nothing to me over a week later. I do remember both of my deceased grandmothers, in a box (?). Then a scene in which Ben Affleck and Will Smith duked it out in a fist fight. They were bare-chested like professional boxers (no gloves though), and way more jacked up than the actors probably look in real life.

Other notes say "old Noah", and "dead empty service", but with a lack of context or memory these notes mean nothing to me now.

I was in a car, with a former classmate of mine (Nathan) and a few others. There was a discussion going on between Nathan and the others, and it was getting pretty nasty. I feel he was being bullied. Despite the fact he hates me in real life, I felt sympathy for him. I wasn't sure which "side" to choose.

School again. I was in a large, strange room deep in the school building. Looked more like a large cave than a room. There was a giant statue in the room, at least 30 foot tall. A person was holding a speech to a bunch of people, me included. Then, there was a shootout. I was being shot at by several enemies, but time moved slowly so I could dodge the bullets (looked like a scene straight out of "The Matrix"). I shot all 10-ish enemies faster than they could blink. Then, it turned out it was all an "act", a scene for a movie or something. All the bullets in my gun were blanks. I unloaded my weapon, and noticed the last round was real. But it wasn't a normal bullet. It was made of glass, and filled with a green liquid. I think I moved it too abruptly or dropped it, because a mechanism triggered and the liquid turned red. The bullet made a beeping noise. The beeping got faster. I got out of there like lightning and ran for the exit. Right after I had run out of the building into the open air, the whole building exploded in a massive fireball. My carelessness had killed dozens of people. Including my "co-star", a girl I had (fake) shot during the scene we were playing earlier. She appeared in front of me as a ghost, and she scolded me for killing her. Another girl appeared in a flash, a fiery superspeeder (like the Human Torch of "Fantastic Four") and ran into the school. She hadn't realized it'd blown up. She wasn't hurt though, thanks to her fire-based ability. An eclipse appeared (the landscape looked very fake suddenly, like a badly animated Photoshop), which signified I'd fucked up badly and there would be consequences for my actions.

EDIT: During the shootout in this dream, there was another point where I could not pull the trigger. It wasn't "heavy" this time, rather the opposite, loose - like the springs inside the pistol's mechanism were broken.

Yesterday I had a dream I was in the forest with a group of campers. We were getting ready to sleep but than it started to rain. I got up quickly and looked to see the place flooding. We hurried towards a place with higher height but than a big yellow fish that looked like a shark appeared and dragged a guy under. I wanted to save him but I couldn't swim and had no weapon. The fish than came for me and pulled on my feet but I fought back and managed to get to the edge before the dream shifted.

...Something about being at a old nursing home. I became lucid there and ended up summoning Dawn. We talked than ended up going somewhere else that seemed to be mostly sky but it did not last long and I woke up.

Notes

I know I had the fish dream cause at times I think about how we live in a predator X prey world. There are humans who prey on animal body parts and torture them just to make money which I find horrible. It makes me feel less bad about them having a way to defend themselves but I still dont want innocent people to be hurt. Life is so complex at times but it'd be too much to worry about all these problems.

On a brighter note after googling yellow shark I found out they exist but their rare.[Not sure if the fish in the dream was one but it looked like one)I decided to post another photo and found out about lemon sharks. It turn out their color does help. Interesting.

The appearance of giant mushroom clouds on the horizon everywhere announced the start of a global thermonuclear war. I was at the sea, near a small town. The environment reminded me of the northern coasts of France (around Normandy). I was stuck outside with a group of others. We decided to go back to town, where there was a fallout shelter. I had a thing called a "light-knife", a small kitchen knife with a blade made of pure light instead of steel. Very sharp! I cut myself on it, and could feel the pain "echo" in reality for a few moments before I realized it wasn't a real injury. A girl asked me where I got the knife, and I told her I found it about a kilometer back, on the ground. The girl left the group to go look for another one. After a while, I felt a little guilty, as I realized she would never find her way back. I decided to split off too, and go look for her. But I couldn't find the girl, and more nukes were detonating on the horizon all the time, convincing me to return to the others. I was a good kilometer or two from the town, but for some reason, I couldn't move. It felt like running, but a strong "resistance" slowing me down to a crawl. Same phenomenon that makes it hard for me to pull the trigger of guns in dreams. Stranded, alone and exposed to lethal radiation, I got scared and desperate. I yelled for help. I woke up.