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I hydrate in liquid form in assurance

of more melting metal shreds

I start off in this dream with some decepticons. I'm with Megatron and Starscream and we are running on a platform and at the end there is a huge drop off to the land below. I stop from being afraid to jump and Megatron who was behind me looks at me and says something to me then jumps off along with starscream. I look down and seen that they landed safely and was looking up, waiting for me. I jumped and as scared as I was I landed safely with them and we are walking with a crowd of people. Some kind of event was going on and I was standing among the crowd and next to me was Heavy arms! He looked like the model kit I had at home. It was daytime and the sky was a bright blue color and I walked to where ever, with the heavy arms looking at me.


The dream shifted and I'm now in a room that looks like it was a dimly lit classroom/living room. I walked in to receive some kind of an award. It was a tan colored diploma looking thing with cursive writing on it. I took it and sat down. Heavy arms was there and I didn't know it and right before I sat down he reached out his hand under me, causing me to sit on it and he gripped me ass and squeezed it. I looked to see with my own eyes and it was the Heavy arms, up close and personal.

I start off Lucid but forgot some of the details but It is night time and I'm walking around outside. There are houses on each side of the street and I walked around a corner and Fount Ninjor but he was currently engaged in a fight with two people on each side of him. He finishes them off and spots me and comes up to me. I asked him about the previous dream where he talked to me about dinner but he seemed confused and a ride comes for him. It was his reinforcements and Ninjor could not stay here with me without the baddies spotting him or me.So he gets into a grey Jeep looking truck. I can see the details of his arms and the back of his head as he drove off with his Sentai friends. Disappointed I made sure to take my focus off of him and thought about my next small characer dream focus. Auric. Though it was not a good idea to try to mess around with him too much I began looking for signs of him. I find a big house with sloped roofs and went into it. It was spacious, lit and had a staircase, going up to the next level. On top of a TV set that was on a glass stand was Auric but one thing wrong about this one, was that he was the toy of Auric. He was faced towards me at an angle with it's cloak opened up "damn it!" I started to walk away but then the owner of the home came from upstairs and spotted me in his home. He was a black man and when he saw me his eyes widen in surprise and anger. He snapped at me and started yelling at me for being in his home. He ran upon me, threateningly and loomed over me now yelling in my face. I looked up at him, preparing to banish him into nothing and I explained to him that this is a dream and I am the host of this dream. If you force me to wake up after you are aware of this being MY dream. Then you'll get destroyed and forgotten. He stopped yelling at me but I can clearly see that he was still very upset. It would not be wise to attack a dream lord now would it? The DC backed down and angrily agreed to leave me be. After that I went back outside and no longer had a reason to be in this dream since it was not cooperating and woke my self up and got ready for the next dream.

I have just experience a false awakening, I get up from my bed and the first thing I notice that is odd is that I have over slept. The window lit's my room and at the moment everything is dark. But that can't be right? I had fallen asleep and it was morning, I am suppose to go to work in the afternoon.

I quickly get ready to get dressed and realize that I felt a bit strange and that this didn't make complete sense to me. The idea of dreaming suddenly came to mind. I perform the finger RC to which it went through my palm. I knew I was now dreaming. I drop my work clothes and decided that I was going to have some fun instead. I open the door in my room and walk all the way to the front door of my apartment.

I step outside and continue walking down the many stairs in till I reach the bottom. I could soon see that it was snowy and as always, I was bare feet and quite cold. I laugh at this as it amazes me how the sensation feels so real. I continue walking outside while noticing the structure of this environment was not the same in my waking life. I could see a man throwing bags in to a dumpster but besides that the entire area was isolated with no people. It was like a ghost town.

I go to the direction to confront the man but once I got to his position he was gone. I could see stairs which led to a facility. I enter in it and that's when I saw people. It look to be a school, many people walk in and out. I decided to cause some trouble by snatching papers out of someone hand and cutting the entire line to get through the exit. But that should be understandable lol.

People started yelling at me and getting mad and some even started to follow me. So I began to ran and got out of the building and on to a parking lot. At these moments my dream began to get hazy as if it were going to end. So I rubbed my hands constantly and control my breathing to maintain the dream.

Once out there I took the chance to marvel how mystical and forest like the entire environment was. The sky was grey and cloudy with long vines of grass shooting all the way up to the clouds in a particular fashion. Combine with the modern city look made it look really interesting. There was also little puff of white falling from the sky, but not quite like snow. More like dandy lion flowers (Lol I am certain I type that wrong)

Not too long after, I thought I had lost them but as I am waiting to cross the street I see these two guys coming after me. I begin to run some more but they eventually catch me, which is very surprising cause I am unusually very quick in waking life. Not too far from me, I could see kids playing soccer, wish I could have joined them but the guys started punching me. It was like their goal was to make sure I wake up. Eventually as I got knock to the ground I started saying my prays to knowing that I will be awake soon.

As the last guy finish me off with a wooden branch, I could see them walking away as my awareness began to fade. Then everything went black. I could feel my physical legs move and yet my eyes were not open. I stayed like that for either 1 second or half a second and suddenly my physical body was gone from my senses. After two seconds in a Neo style from the matrix. I begin to get up, my dream body felt heavy as I regain my lucidity and I was still in the same spot where the two guys knock me out. They turn around and look at me as one of them said "What??"

All of sudden all the kids including the soccer team charge at me. The entire sky was dark and the city and buildings were becoming entirely black as well. All I could see was the street light and the field we were standing on. I raise my hand in order to protect my self. But all of them were already falling down as if they were shut down or going unconscious. It was really strange.

I didn't understood why I return to the dream or why I was lucid dreaming for a long while(although afterwards when I am in waking life after thinking about it I realize I had done a DIELD by accident) I got worried that something may have been happening to my physical body, so I made myself wake up.

-1-Some earthquakes were going off and triggering the gold farm chickens. Whenever they shook, specs of corn shot outwards.

-2-I was playing Ocarina of Time as Captain Falcon at Lake Hylia. In my inventory, there were a bunch of spare bottles, some of which had green potion, or fairies. I decided to fill all the remaining empty bottles with fairies from the spawner. I pressed a button, and 3 fairies spawned. I captured one and put it away.

-3-I exited a forest into the open just as a thunderstorm started. Very close lightning started to appear. Suddenly, I fell through a portal to a familiar room in a house. Looking back at it, it appeared to be closed. Then, I laid a trail of garbage bags for mom to follow to find where the portal was. Somehow, I got back to the ring of trees, and I fell through the portal again. Then, 80s music played.

-4-I was sleeping outside when I saw a low pressure system in the sky about 20ft above the ground. It looked like it was carrying a band of snow and then it started snowing. Eventually, it turned to rain halfway down. I decided to leave then. Right after that, it came down in a solid sheet and then a solid block of rain. It represented heavy rain in another dream scene that was going on at the same time.

-5-NASA discovered warp drive and built “train molecules.” They made a green ring out of them.

-6-I was very high up in a large tree, talking with a female on another tree. Then, the snow began to slide, and it was very soon a huge, chunky avalanche. It toppled the tree I was hanging on to, and pushed me down the slope. I started to run down, but it was hard to run normally. I jumped and then leaped off of several tree tops, then landed on a ledge before a cliff. I jumped down about 20ft to the first boulder, the avalanche still tailing me. At this point, I wanted to be a wolf, so I decided to start acting like one and ran on all fours, hoping the change would take place. I leaped head-first into a creek, which annoyingly slowed me down a lot. Once I got out, I tried to sprint, but I continued to hit trees and push myself off of them in quick succession. Eventually, I got to the bottom of the hill, where 4 people were playing super mario 3d world.

this takes place in all houses and apt
dream eternity white mech snow gloss

the nano slumps then shatter facee


cop face fuck dream eternity welcome world

dream intercourse

in my distant vanish vortex i crush the atoms


of the opposing face particles as she shatter and melts

i mech in my nano form in my white gloss snow

mech gloss snow white in light white full spectrum enough a enough

i force you to do anything for me

indepth of mech nano suit gloss white form of gross gloss snow effect snow life

waking intent gloss snes gray smoke form

i slid and dash to the right off my left edge


on the edge increase scan form in my intel wetmouth network dreaming eternity

as an unlawful entry over and over as i torment and crucify the sleep form intent

of waking base intent of drug form of my mech nano suit in my white gloss snow suit

i dream of my nano to reach 814 over eight hundred and fourteen dream eternity waking in sleep

in my forums waking over and over disgrace to the public i wake intent of the highest form

of savior of crucifying me into my nano vortex white snow gloss form

in my mech nano i shut down in my snap evaporate form as i evaporte in to more condensce pixels

i dream on internal use of my intent over the edge in my false replica perspective i had full crucfiixion

over my opponet the destruction of the after life of the intercourse in my being the

over lord of existence creates more intel the intelligent over drugs the esscence of over and over


dream states play time is never over i will rape the after life as i used the force i was intent of existence

of world dream of escape of the world in universe over and over the think think

of my dreams over my hologram forms over and over the white gloss of my nano snow form

starts to snap evaporate as i crush into dense into vanish vortex the squadren of my gang

rape face when making creates the dream interface force blow alingment

staff interject flow dripping ex cell across thinking all the vvsss my cum worth

more nutting white gloss snow mech rapture the snow gloss melts as the white light

gets blind sided introduce to a new enemy of worlds crucified into mix of more mixing drugs

mixing my drugs capsules dreaming enter sleep my wake into espace interface drug mix
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into white gloss snapping evaportaing mech melting metal mix melting drug effects the world unifying

thru my being over and over as i dream in eternity waking escape

forming concentration dull strand effect pulse im getting headace the officer says

as i he mind eclispe he wander what he saw he was trying to process if he was getting rape

or if he died standing up he trys to laugh with no fusion of mind and subconscious

he melts away in a snow gloss the white shimmers as he eyes blink as he starts to feel he

feel the pain of his fiction over and over i should of stop him i had the chance to be the hero of the city

of course im the bad guy so i wanted to desire more fiction of more of the state of the glimmer white

i seen earlier today as i fiction his form as the white shimmers blinks the white gloss of snow

the gloss snow melts into a snapping vapor clouding the premise with smoke


i inhale then faint as i start to blink and close my eyes the whole world eclispe then vanish as the universe swallow me whole the dull strain an strands out of my hand dreaming intercourse of internal

lust dream in escape dreaming wake intent dreaming thinking over slept think kept


dreaming in luciidty unlawful pulse comes out of my hand

the unlawful post drain my strand energy as i gress to more profane awareness


the events and effects dull my stranded light pressure pulse

the white snow null into pinch black dust the dust of the blackness

dream on more white light entering and taking the darkness away as i travel in my dream world

the 3d aspect of my world seem so assuring now that ihave all this power i want to use it

to destroy the 8th dimeinson then turn the world into a 14th realm over and over as i age in youth

to become younger and younger the sound of my voice vibrates and shakes the univere a res

of my voice taints the forgotten then seem in the light in wake intent of my fragment form

rebuilding a new snap vanish as i evaporate vortex

i enter the abandon bando then discretlly make my descend should i make my descent or should

i flee away like a little bitch and not know how my exile takes place

waking up in distraught wake callng the police my 8 inches becomes one and one again

I need to pee IRL as badly as I need to in the dream. I'm in an apartment store, and rush into the bathroom to pee. All the stalls are taken, and there are no urinals, so I whip it out and begin to pee in the sink. I'm peeing and peeing and it just won't stop. After a few minutes, it sinks in that there are no urinals, and I look up to see three women staring at me aghast. "He's STILL doing it!" one of them says in disgust. They think I'm a flasher, and I try to explain that I'm not, but the fact that I'm not putting my penis away would seem to indicate otherwise. I just can't stop peeing!

I put my dick away and run out of there before the cops show up. I run outside looking for somewhere more private to pee. Down the street there is some sort of NFL billboard with a talking robot dude which provides a bit of cover, so I go to pee there. The talking robot sure swears an awful lot as I go. For some reason my penis keeps getting longer every time I look at it. "Impressive", says the robot, "want me to hold that for you?". I actually think him holding the end might be a good idea, since it's now so long it's difficult to keep straight, and the pressure is making it hard to pee.

At this point, it's almost 5 feet long, and I'm considering cutting it off since it's obviously some sort of alien parasite.

End up at a friend's house, still peeing non-stop, before I finally wake up and pee for real.

I'm captaining a starship, and recieve 10 warnings from what I assume to be my future self. We avert the crisis, then I realize it was not my future self that sent those warnings, but a PARALLEL self! I don't trust this parallel self has the same ideals and self interests, to I take measures to insulate myself from such interference.

I was in my old middle school gym playing a basketball game. Something unfair was going on and I was upset about it. I was screaming at the crowd and I remember Donald Trump was there with a large group of people like secret service. The basketball game ends and everyone clears out of the gym except my team. The lights go out. Donald Trump comes back in and starts shooting my team members with a silenced pistol. I remember thinking that he now had the power to kill people he didn't like. He comes up to me and shoots me twice in the chest and I fall to the ground.

Many years go by. It turns out I'm actually still alive with my teammates, and it was really a sleeping dart of some sort. We wake up and the gym is abandoned with a lot of trash on the ground and in the stands. We walk outside and the entire place is covered in grass and there's just fields of grasslands covering up what used to be buildings that were inhabited. Suddenly, a flying aircraft that looked sort of like an alien UFO flew overhead. We all hit the ground. Looking up, it felt like the robot was looking for life but couldn't find it.

Need to get back into the habit of recalling because this is a poor showing for what is by far my best lucid ever.

It consists of multiple adventures held in different worlds with a hub world that resembles a gradually being torn down apartment complex.

First adventure: On a bus with a pretty girl in a somewhat normal city. Billboerds stand out to me for some reason. We made love and I used dream control to create and control fire for a bit. We had sex at some point in the journey. Ended by arriving in the hub world.

In the hub world I fulfilled a long time goal of meeting my shadow self. I dont remember too much of the encounter but he waved at me, a tiny bit cautiously and I think we ultimately had a friendly meeting.

Second adventure: With a collection of people. It became obvious that they were all clones of each other from about three base designs, especially when I saw a couple seated at a table look identical to another couple at the opposite table. One of these designs had two faces with one at the back like Quirrel, the other was unremarkable and the final one had a ridiculous number of jagged teeth. The last of these not only gradually overtook the rest of the designs like a virus but began infecting other body parts like her chest and hands and eventually even inanimate objects. I used dream control to tear open a portal in a wall that resmbles those cracks in time in doctor who and used to escape into a cupboard in the hub world.

Third adventure: With the pretty girl again. Gave her a hug that lasted for the entirety of our second journey. She acted annoyed by my deliberate clinginess. During this journey I tried to test out perception and persistence by looking away at objects and seeing if I could still hear them and if they looked the same when I turned back to them. For the most part I could and they did.

Fourth adventure: Wanted to go the the Zombiu world again. Only partially succeeded, given I was on the run from clowns, but at least it was raining. Opened up a portal to leave and wound up in the same cupboard as before.

Decided that it was time to leave this world and wake up. Rather than simply will myself to wake up, I left the now dilappidated apartment (which was filled with various characters, some of whom I had met on my adventures) with the intention of waliking out of the world and waking up that way. After a mostly forgotten journey (I may have simply "snapped" to the next scene), I came to a collection of beautiful waterfalls which I new marked the boundary of the world. Rather than walk off. I noticed an outpostt nearby that I made my way to. Inside, for some reason, I began fiddling with a ventillator fan only to break it. Unable to fix it traditionally, I used dc to reverse time for the components successfully fixing (if you call transforming them into an inflatable pile of lego that my dream self thinks is a good enough job fixing) all but one: the fan cover. Instead, I used dc to instantly knit a sort of mini tigger onesie that I put over the fan. Afterwards, I continued on my journey but snapped back to waking mid way through.

And several more adventurres that have sadly been forgotten.

This serves as quite a few milestones for me. 1. I was persistently lucid throughout the whole thing in that I always had an awareness that I was in a dreaming world. I even caught myself losing lucidity at one point and willed myself to get back to peak lucidity. 2. I possessed all mental faculties and "felt" as intelligent as normal during the whole thing. 3. After a single false start with the fire thing, my dream control was exceptional. There was not a thing I could not do 4. Even though it was only one dream, the apartment hub felt like a persistent realm with a chronology to its existence and its changes. 5. First time I had sex in a dream without immediately waking up. 6. Longest lasting lucid dream, being a few hours real time and roughly a day in my mind. 7. I've had a dry spell for quite a while, so, ending it with something this good feels absolutely wonderful.

All in all by far my best lucid dream yet.

my sleep patterns have been all kinds of messed up recently, so while I'm trying to fix that here's a short, sweet entry:

I was being chased by this person in this maze of a thousand rooms. Each room was completely different from the previous, and it was actually pretty cool. I was going so fast, opening a new door that would lead to a new room each time. I stopped in one room, and there was a table with a bowl on top. This is when I kinda had to take a poop, and I sorta realized I was dreaming. I thought to myself, "hey wouldn't that be funny if I took a shit on this fancy ass table?" So I got up on there but I think I woke before I did the deed.

Afternoon of January 9, 2018. Tuesday.



In my previous entry, “Known Key Symbolism 2018: Common Liminal Space Settings (1)”, I explained how a porch, a parking lot, and a store checkout are known forms of dream state symbolism that typically mark the last segment of my dreams during the waking process (and of which have featured in thousands of my dreams as such since childhood). As also stated, there are many more, though typically that which symbolizes liminal space in the dream state is that which symbolizes liminal space in reality (just as that which represents a liminal space divider in a dream is that which symbolizes a liminal space division in reality, for example, a fence, a wall, a presumably closed window or door, or even a ceiling if one becomes focused on it, even the contrast of ground and sky in some dreams). This entry relates to another common factor of my dreams, what I now mainly refer to as dream state indicators (referred to as dream signs in most older entries, though others use that term in a slightly different way).

In the hour or so leading up to going to bed and going to sleep, what do people do? Many people take their shoes off. They probably get undressed. They are eventually typically in bed, sleeping, often in a dark room.

So why are people puzzled when they are not wearing shoes (or cannot find their shoes) when in the dream state? Why are they puzzled about being undressed, including being undressed in public? If the physical body is undressed, why would someone be surprised about not being fully dressed while in the dream state regardless of the dream’s setting?

In this entry, I will mostly only write of first-level dream state indicators without getting into the more complicated factors. Some of the more obvious dream state indicators (for me) are:

Not wearing shoes or being undressed in public (of which I am typically not only unconcerned about, but which I often initiate deliberately in lucid dreams, including in public places, since I recognize it is just the dream state - and to indulge in additional levels of sensual connections to Zsuzsanna in this “other state”, which of course is literal and literally willed in such a case)

A bed, including a bed in an unusual location (especially in a known liminal space setting)

Appearances of pillows, bed sheets, and bedroom features

Features that exist in our bedroom in real life, including features that are not inherently associated with a bedroom for other people

Seeing someone else (or even an animal) sleeping (though note that dreaming I am sleeping, regardless of the setting, while actually feeling tired, means just that - that my physical body is overtired in real life - this not being in cases where I happen to be in bed or otherwise “sleeping” in the dream state without that augmented sense of tiredness)

This last indicator is so common, I came to typify it (around the age of eight) as “The Sleeper”. (Still, there are cases where The Sleeper is linked to a prescient thread, as when our oldest son got very ill on September 26, 2017, or with my detailed dream that came just prior to our roof being torn off by the storm a couple months back, even including the large tarpaulins being put over our house and the unusual appearance of this sudden and totally unexpected storm.) In some cases (such as “The Dead One” from February 13, 1971), The Sleeper is perceived as a corpse (though in that dream, Brenda came back to life but coalesced into the unconscious space, which is different than waking space coalescence that involves the dream self coalescing back into the conscious self identity).

Dream state indicators can also be related to false awakenings, for example, writing down a previous dream in a dream journal (in a dream) or talking about it with someone else. In some dreams, I have actually, as my dream self, relayed the meaning of a dream without realizing I was in the dream state at the time. False awakenings of this nature are so common that I often do not even document them unless there are unusual or interesting variations. (They occur in a different level of unconsciousness anyway, so are typically not related to the dream that they followed other than writing it down or talking to another dream character about it in the offset dream.)

It should be clear that the nature of liminal space settings of the waking process is completely different from the nature of dream state indicators (though sometimes dream state indicators are rendered in liminal space, which I will explain in another entry). Liminal space settings (and their inherent symbolism) are typically a result of the waking process, whereas dream state indicators are subliminal remnants of having fallen asleep. Thus, on one level, they are opposite factors though which typically occur during the same waking transition.

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-1(L)-This started with a scene with a female driving a truck straight down a road. Then, something took control of the truck for a second, causing it to swerve off the road, off a cliff, down steep slopes and off another cliff. A few seconds later, the female DC in the truck arrived back to where I and some group were; on the road.
-2(L)-In this epic dream, I got to play Splatoon in live action. The map I started at was very tiny. The first weapon I picked was the Splattershot(I think). Once I was dropped in, I thought that death meant actual death. But then, I got shot with ink and exploded, triggering a respawn. (During this, I was dream-blurred) I died again, walking around the rectangle, trying to get a shot to an opponent on the other side of the net. [Skip] Next, we walked to the adjacent map and got ourselves ready. I was wondering what weapon I should use. After a couple seconds, I picked the Splattershot Jr., but then I noticed a green gun that I had never seen before.
|The gun was shaped like a cone, tapering off at the front. Then, the game started. Shots came out of my gun at roughly 150 rounds per minute. It shot a straight line of ink a very short distance. It also had another firing mode: one that shot a constant line of ink an even shorter distance. I was under the impression that, at point blank range, it would kill very quickly and efficiently. Instead, it did nothing besides make some electric particle effects. |
Shortly after the game began, 3 inklings were sitting down, lined up, and doing nothing. I tried to shoot them with the “laser rifle’s” 2nd firing mode, only for it to do nothing. So, I pointed the ink beam at some TV monitors nearby. Also, during the game, it was announced that, for a very short time, Splatoon and Xenoblade Chronicles X would be available for $13 each.
I counted 7 LDs in this DEILD chain.
Lucid Time: 35-140 seconds

Afternoon of January 9, 2018. Tuesday.



Three common waking space settings (in my fifty years of dreaming history since earliest memory) are as follows:

Porch

Parking Lot

Store checkout

(There are many more, which I will provide information on in future entries.)

The fallacy of “interpretation” (often incorrectly referred to as “meaning”) works like this: A random member of society (even an “expert” or “professional”), who almost always lacks the understanding of what a dream actually is (or what is occurring unconsciously), will see one of these three settings and pretend it has a concurrent meaning related to real life, in the pretense of nebulously “indicating” something about real life. That would be a good trick since the above settings have occurred on a regular basis in my dreams for over fifty years, typically in the last segment of a dream sequence.

When rendered as settings in a dream, these elements are typically symbolic of the dream state itself and the waking transition, and as such, often have nothing to do with “interpretation” or waking life. I know this from having continuously studied my dreams for over fifty years. There is no doubt in my mind, especially as I am aware of my own dream self and its viewpoints as I move through such waking transitions, with the actual understanding (though subtle) at one level, of what I am experiencing. That is, I am otherwise (though vaguely) lucid enough in waking space to understand the symbolism. (For some reason, just as with other common factors of my dreams, the majority of other people do not seem to experience this. Consequently, from a very young age, I have believed that much of society is either missing a major part of the thinking process, or, using the example of mathematics; people simply are not interested or consider it too difficult or unfamiliar.)

To quote (verbatim), the first text that comes up on Google with a search relating to liminal space: “Liminal spaces, such as waiting rooms, parking lots, stairwells and rest stops, make you feel weird if you spend too much time in them because these spaces exist for the things that come before or after them. Their ‘existence’ is not about themselves.” However, this is not entirely true. In contrast, “The Beach as a Liminal Space” (chapter 28 of “A Companion to Tourism”) and “Porches and the vocabulary of liminal spaces” (Ruth Walker) relate the positive factors.

“In anthropology, liminality is the quality of ambiguity or disorientation that occurs in the middle stage of rituals.” (Wikipedia.) Certainly, a dream could be viewed as a type of ritual in its waking process and the symbolism that represents the waking process, as a person is between dreaming and waking. This is what such symbolism actually means in contrast to the belief it has an “interpretation”.

Are there specific differences in meaning regarding whether my dream ends on a porch, in a parking lot, or at a store’s checkout? Is it just incidental to the nature of being unconscious and the mind trying to make sense of the shifts in unconsciousness during the sleep cycle? The only time I have validated any sort of connection is when my dream has a prescient thread as such. (Still, prescient threads are most commonly linked to the known symbolism of the dream state itself, something I have found peculiar since childhood.)

I could note that, while a parking lot is often considered an open space (excluding enclosed or multi-storey car parks), a porch and a store’s checkout are usually enclosed spaces. (A carport, originating in my dreams from the years I lived in Cubitis, also represents typical waking process symbolism, especially when that house’s door was used as my dream’s liminal space divider or purposeful exit point, though a carport is more open than a typical porch.) However, the dream state perception (irresolvable by my conscious self) sometimes presents the essence of being indoors and outdoors at the same time, which is different than when I feel the essence of bilocation based on setting dynamics. Even so, this ambiguity so present (and dominating) in some dreams does not occur at all in other dreams. It depends on which neural patterns are active in the waking process.

A store’s checkout as a preparatory symbol in leaving the dream state has an additional factor in some cases. Such a waking process is sometimes more focused (depending on my dream) than other waking transitions. For example, it sometimes has the additional feature of a wallet, which symbolizes the transition of the temporary fictional dream self coalescing back into the conscious self during the RAS mediation (as the cashier can be understood to represent the preconscious in such a scenario), because a wallet “holds identification”. However, porch scenarios also often include RAS mediation or a dominant preconscious “intrusion” (though not in every case, as it depends on the stage of the sleep cycle and whether it is the first or last dream). A parking lot, other than in certain childhood dreams, is less likely to have RAS mediation, resulting in a less dynamic waking process. All three settings occur in different stages of sleep, which validates their connection to the dream state itself in most cases (again, other than when there is a prescient thread).

There are also forms of liminal space of which are perceived as mobile, in which case vestibular system symbolism links to the RAS mediation, which may depend on sleeping position, though is typically more about temporarily ambiguous perception of the physical body while unconscious (especially as the dream self does not have a real physical body). For example, an elevator would be a waking process symbol, though as with other types of liminal space settings, it can also serve as induction (as it is deliberately used in some forms of meditation and hypnosis as such), that is, deeper into the dream state and sustaining it while also vivifying it.

In other entries (at least on my main site), I will go into more detail about known symbolism (of which I am absolutely certain about). I will relate more about how I have been able to understand most aspects of my dreams and sleeping anomalies since childhood, though still present alternate possibilities when they might feasibly (that is, intelligently) exist.

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Date of Dream: TUE 9 JAN - 2018



Dream No. 260 - Find My Dream Guide

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I entered some pharmacy store where I saw Murray in the entry way as he appears in Sly 4. I asked him straight away “Can you please assist me in finding my dream guide?”. He looked like he wanted to help but he didn't know what to do, so he told me sorry.

I continue to the back of the pharmacy where I see this guy that looks like he works there. At first, I go ahead in asking, “Can you please assist me in finding...”. I stopped suddenly as I thought about the possibility of the dream kicking me out for an undesired dialect from me. I firmly affirmed to him “I just need some assistance”, to fool him into thinking I just wanted something from the shop. But then I changed my mind again; this man had such a pleasant look about him with no underlying creepiness. So when he asked “What do you need assistance with?”, I told him, “Finding my dream guide”. He gave me the widest, friendliest smile and actually transitioned me onto the next scene.

I found myself amongst all these well-trimmed, rolling hills of grass and peaceful greenery and in the distance was some sort of mansion. As I got closer, the land became flatter until I was on the actual property block. It is then that I saw Dreamy WB approaching me but she was not human. She was this really dark, nearly black but not quite, metal alloy figure in the shape and carved features of the human.

She had absolutely red glowing eyes and her figure was surrounded by a layer of the blackest, void-like shadow. Now you'd think she looks absolutely terrifying but I wasn't phased at all. It's like my mind was set to the fact that the dream was keeping her prisoner, so I knew that the dream could take over her mind and make her anything. The only negative emotion I had in me was a sense of doubt, internally asking myself, “Is this the true Dreamy WB?”.

But then what stayed consistent was this feeling of that familiar warm energy. And then Dreamy WB spoke and that's when all sense of doubt was removed. I forgot what she spoke about with me to begin with but she led me into her “backyard” and introduced me to a little girl who was also under the effect of the voided shadow veil and piercing red eyes. I studied her enough to see that her nationality was Asian and she would have been about 5 or 6 years old. I was thinking to myself, “the dream's making Dreamy WB have kids?!”.

Eventually, I mentally came to the conclusion that she couldn't have naturally had that child because the race of the child would also be African if that was the case. Dreamy WB was talking to me about many things but I forgot what about specifically. She eventually took me to a trampoline, which was supposedly in her backyard that wasn't fenced. Me, her and the kid were lying on this trampoline while she continued to talk about things. After a fair bit of a conversation, the dream moved scenes again.

I was in this unknown room and my brother was supposedly doing piano practice; my mum was sitting on the side listening. I don't remember all the exact details of this scene. I was sitting as still as I possibly could but sometimes, my bones would uncontrollably make a noise. Every time that would happen, my mum and brother would tell me to be quiet even though I wasn't making a noise vocally. At one point, a bone in my knee cracked and so my brother stopped playing for a while.

I ended up getting frustrated that no one was taking me into consideration, not excusing for the uncontrollable bone pains. I got up and walked out of the room but that's when my mum got really angry at me and start heavily storming towards me. I had made it to my bedroom before she came barging in through the door to scream at me. I told her, “It's seems like you only care about NB and not about me”. She was trying to cover up her action with all these different reasons but I didn't believe her. When I gained the capacity, I whispered to myself, “It's time to report this issue to Dreamy WB”. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dreamy WB's appearance was nightmarish; typically expecting an instant wake up. But I was completely calm; it's like I focused on what was on the inside rather than her looks. Appearance-wise, the dream got her feature shapes correct, so her figure was accurate, just not fully human.