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2017, 12-14

The Dark Tower – Jake’s Rescue

Dark tower. I am with Jake. I am in Jake. I am Jake. There is a really stinky ugly gross disgusting guy that is leading me through what seems to be a maze of narrow alley ways and junk piles in the city. He is also an asshole. He seems to have named himself Gasher, and he refers to himself as my pal, but I like him about as well as I like intestinal flu. And his disease is something much worse than intestinal flu. He has big oozing pustules all over his face, and the smell of decay is coming from them. I think I might vomit. He keeps telling me to go faster. I tell him that I cannot go any faster because I’m a kid. He says that better not be true or he’s going to have to smack me upside the head. I say if he does that then I’m going to have to rip his dick off. He says to go ahead and do that, because it hasn’t been much good to him for quite some time. He says he can’t even piss without it burning. I don’t really want to hear any stories about his dick. I figure it is probably about to fall off. So I use some energy and move a bit quicker. I know that Roland is following us. In spite of Gasher’s certainty that Roland will not be able to follow, I know he is. We descend through a sewer access cover into some dark tunnels. I have to use my night vision to see where I’m going. It seems the Gasher doesn’t need to bother with seeing at all. I hear a crash back along the path we have taken, and briefly wonder if Roland actually stumbled into one of the booby traps. But that thought doesn’t last very long. Gasher, however, seems fully convinced that the booby trap worked. I see no reason to try to convince him otherwise.

The asshole sure likes to smack Jake. I’m not allowing that. Every time he does, I block it or dodge it. He gets annoyed that. He says I’m being pert, and I had better not be such when I meet Ticky. We finally descend from the pitch black tunnels into a tunnel that looks better maintained, and it is lit by neon lights. We follow that until we come to the hatch of a submarine. Gasher activates an intercom and says he’s brought the kid, meaning me. The guy on the other side asks for a password. Gasher says they should know his voice by now. The guy on the other side insists on a password. Gasher is having problems. He can’t remember the password. He looks at me and says I’m going to have to help my old pal out. I say I don’t see any pals around here. He tries to smack me and I block it. I tell him if he wants a favor that’s not a very good way to get one. He takes the scarf off of his head, revealing a disgusting oozing pustule covered scalp, and that almost makes me want to vomit again. Everything about this guy makes me want to vomit. He pulls a small paper from the folds of the scarf and hands it to me. He says he needs me to read what’s on that paper. The word bountiful is written. So let me get this straight… You have the password written down on a piece of paper, which I’m sure your friend Ticky would not approve of, and you can’t even read it yourself? Gasher tells me to stop being pert. But he doesn’t even bother trying to smack me this time. I go ahead and read the password to Gasher. He passes this on, as he slips of paper back into the scarf and covers up the abomination that is his head. The guy on the other side of the door accepts the word bountiful and opens up.

We passed through an airlock, and another of these patches, and into a room that looks like it’s a refurbished missile silo. There is a guy that reminds me of Khan off of Star Trek sitting casually over large chair in the center of the room as if he thought it was a throne. He voices surprise that Gasher was able to remember the password. The Tick-Tock Man starts talking to me but I’m not paying a whole lot of attention. I’m looking around the room to see what possibilities for getting out there are. There is a woman in there who has a laugh like Bellatrix Lestrange. She looks a little like Bellatrix as well. Ticky is finding her laugh to be very annoying. He tells her to shut the fuck up. He is interested in a watch that I have. But watch is not working, it is going forwards and backwards at irregular rates. Ticky says he wants that. I can kind of see why, he has a small glass case with what appears to be a miniature grandfather clock in it. Ticky says something else and Bellatrix starts laughing again. Apparently he’s had enough of it though. I can barely see him move but he threw a knife that embedded itself and Bellatrix his throat. Bellatrix falls to the ground and bleeds out. Ticky’s wanting to know a lot of information I don’t have. He is wanting to know how to start up a huge number of computers that are hidden underneath the city of Ludd. I told him I have really no idea how that stuff works, but I guess I could take a look at it. He gets immediately pissed and says that I’m not going to get anywhere near them.

I tell Ticky I can’t figure out his computers without seeing them. I see a Oy in a vent. Roland caught up. I hear him telepathically. He says he is outside, there’s going to be a diversion and he needs me to let him in. Ticky is still wanting information. I figure if we needed distraction, I’ll give him some information. So I reveal the fact that Gasher wasn’t able to remember the password. He has a hidden on a piece of paper in his scarf, and he wasn’t even able to read himself. He had to have me read it to him. Gasher announces that he’s going to kill me for that. Ticky is taking my accusations seriously. He wants to see the scarf. Gasher pulls out a knife and backs away and says that he doesn’t really want to stab Ticky, but he will. Ticky does not take that as a serious threat. I look for the button to open door. I can hear Roland telling me telepathically to let him in. Oy comes in through vent and decides to rip up Ticky‘s face. That freaks him out, and he is now blundering around the room yelling and screaming because I think Oy just popped his eye. He throws Oy off, and tries to grab me. I am headed for a control panel, but I don’t make it. I end up in Ticky‘s throne. There’s a gun there. I grab the gun. My thoughts of ripping his dick off for a bit too strong, I shoot Ticky in the balls. That apparently causes an excruciating level of pain, and he can no longer come after me. Now the doors open by themselves. Roland comes in guns blazing. Blows everyone in the room except for me and Oy away.

Now it is time to get out. An alarm is blaring everywhere, and I think this whole place is about to come down. There is a voice in the machine. That is the voice of Blaine the mono, Blaine the pain. It is asking if we know riddles? I know I used to have a book of riddles in my backpack, but that got dropped along the way. Roland collected it. So my answer to that question is yes. Roland’s answer to that question is also yes. A silvery sphere appears to guide us out of the underground disaster area. We follow the sphere, but in addition to the place falling apart, all of the people down here seem to have gone mad. Many of them are committing suicide. We come to moving platform, and write it the rest the way. It transforms from a level platform into a movie set of stairs, and escalator, and we emerge at what appears to be a train station. There is a monorail parked here. It’s a large pink monorail, although it has no cars attached. We have found Blaine the mono.

2017, 12-14

The Dark Tower – A Bridge to Doom

I am walking with the others along an old road. For while it is hard to see anything around us, because the road sits down below ground level. We finally come to a bridge. It is a large suspension bridge, although it doesn’t look like it is in the best of conditions. I think Eddie might be sick. He says the heights have never been one of his favorite things. Roland asks if he thinks he’s going to be able to make it? He says now is the time to admit that if it is the case, and we will find another way. I can see that Eddie is looking across the bridge to a point where a lot of it is broken away and it looks like we will have to cross on top of a large curved pipe. That doesn’t look particularly easy. After considering it for a bit, he says he’ll make it just fine. I tell him if he needs help I will help him. And also his Witchblade will. If he slips and falls, it will not let him fall. It will shoot a tendril or rope to grab hold of something more solid, and then it will pull him up. So we start across the bridge.

Eddie is doing his best not to look down. Roland and Susanna both seem OK, although Susanna seems a little uneasy with her artificial legs. She has gotten used to walking on them, but this is something new. Jake seems to think this is fun. He seems to have no fear heights, and he is making his way across the bridge as if there was nothing wrong with it. We are making our way across to quite easily. We come to the part where we will have to walk across the curved pipe, but there are cables to the sides of it so that we can use them as hand rails. Jake runs off across the pipe. That’s when he decides he’s made a mistake, when he looks back and sees his little Billy Bumbler struggling with it. Oy is having trouble getting purchase on the curved pipe with his clawed feet. Jake is trying to urge him across. Eddie seems to be doing OK for now, so I go forward and try to scoop up Oy learned my arms. He doesn’t seem to want to be touched by anyone except Jake. I told him that I can carry him across the gap. Jake is also trying to reassure him, telling you it’s OK and let me pick him up. Finally he lets me scoop him into my arms. I look back and ask Eddie if he will be OK? I say if he has trouble, I can come back. He says he will be OK. So I carry Oy across the gap in my arms.

There is an asshole at the other end of the bridge now. It is the asshole Gasher wants to take Jake back to his Tick Tock Man. He’s holding a grenade up over his head and saying that we had better cooperate or we will all ride the handsome. I think that means he’s going to blast all of us into the next world. The idea that the grenade might be a dud comes to mind. The asshole says that he wants to take Jake with him, but everyone else will be able to leave. People are getting angry when Roland seems to be considering complying with it for the time being. Probably because if the grenade goes off, even if the blast doesn’t reach us it will probably destabilize the bridge enough to make it fall. So everyone would die. Eddie says the grenade might be dud. That seems logical considering it’s probably pretty old, but it doesn’t seem safe to count on that. Plus, I am remembering from the books that it is not a dud. And then Jake says he should make the decision for himself. He doesn’t wait for Roland or Eddie or any of us to come up with a plan, he heads off across the rest of the bridge towards the asshole.

The asshole says he thought we would listen to reason. Eddie is saying that Jake should stop, there’s no saying that Gasher will let us leave even if he has Jake. He tries to say he’s not that much of an asshole, if he was he would have told us to throw our weapons over the side. But he didn’t because we’re going to need them in the city. Oy, still in my arms, now wiggles his way free and goes chasing after Jake. Jake catches Oy in his arms as they meet up. Asshole wants Jake to throw Oy over the side, but Jake’s only response is fuck you. I am thinking maybe I could telekinetically contain the explosion if the grenade kills off. I start to follow Jake so I can get a better view of the hand holding the grenade. The asshole says to stop right there or will all ride the handsome. He moves away from the end of the bridge and disappears between a couple of buildings. Just a little bit after that I hear a loud explosion. The grenade wasn’t a dud…

2017, 12-14

The Dark Tower – From The Outside

This is another dream we’re not a lot seem to happen, there was just a lot of talking. I am with the Dark Tower people, and everyone seems to be telling their stories. I am wondering why I am even there, unless someone is going to attack it seems pointless. Roland is talking about their ka-tet, how they were all meant to come together. That just results in me feeling more like an outsider since I’m not truly one of them. So I just sit there listening, without actually contributing anything. Roland is saying that it seems everyone else can read each other‘s minds to a certain degree. He says he can’t do that entirely, because he’s not a full member of the ka-tet. I want to tell him that it’s not him that doesn’t belong here it’s me that doesn’t belong here. Finally it gets dark out. Everyone else goes to sleep except for Roland, he is standing watch. There is a large city up ahead that I know to be the city of Ludd. I hear drums playing from within the city. It sounds like a distant rock concert. I can’t hear any of the instruments, but the drums would be audible furthest away anyhow. My imagination seems to fill-in guitars and vocals in the background though I can’t quite hear what the words are. Roland asks if I’m OK? For some reason I don’t just say yeah. For some reason I say that Eddy got out of his prison that was heroin addiction, Susanna got out of her prison from her mental illness, and yet I’m still in mine, I guess you could call the dreams a work release program? And there’s no escape pending. Roland says we are all in a prison of some kind. He says he did not choose the quest for the tower, it chose him. He may have preferred to settle down, there was a woman he knew long ago he would’ve liked spend the rest of his life with. That’s not what Ka had in store. At the same time, there’s no reason to give up. There’s no telling when a door might open up into my prison or his prison and let us out.

2017, 12-14

The Dark Tower – River Crossing

I am with Roland, Susanna, Eddie, Jake, MoSh. We are all making our way along a very old road. In the distance up ahead I can see what looks like a city. It looks like the type of city I would see in my own world, but it is clear that is not where we are. Eddie seems to think it looks like New York. I am not sure what city it could be, but I get a bad feeling about it. Part of me thinks we should go around it, but another part says there we have a train to catch there. We cannot go around. Before we get there however, we approach a small town. The town looks to be abandoned with many buildings that are falling down. Roland however says that he has a feeling there are people there. Eddie asked if they’re friendly? Roland asks if a strange dog may bite? In other words, he doesn’t know. We start making our way through the town at a rather slow pace. The purpose is so that they don’t feel threatened by a quick approach, but also we don’t look like we’re scared and easy targets. We come to an intersection. It crosses at right angles to the one we’re on. Roland picks up a rock and throws it at a metal box that’s hanging over the street. There is a loud clang, a bell rings, and a flag pops out of the box. It is a green flag that says go. Eddie thinks it is an old version of a street light, Susanna thinks that Roland just did something stupid, MoSh seems occupied with something that he sees off to the left. He is looking at what appears to be a large courthouse or church.

As MoSh is watching the building, a couple of people emerge. One of them is an old man, and he is leading an old woman. The old woman seems hesitant and nervous, but the old man seems quite excited to see us. The old woman keeps asking if we are harriers? The old man says no, he’s never seen a harrier with a weapon like that. He is indicating the guns sticking out of Roland’s holsters. The ones with the sandal wood grips, clearly they are distinct weapons of a gunslinger. We approach the two, and the man looks at the guns in awe. He says that we are no harriers, but there is a gunslinger with us. Roland speaks to them in a very respectful manner. I think he is using what they call the high speech, but I can’t be sure since my translator translates everything pretty much equally. As he speaks to them, the old woman’s face lights up. She says that he is a gunslinger. I take a closer look at her and see that she has no eyes. That is how come she did not know for sure he was a gunslinger until she heard him speak. Roland lets the blind woman feel one of the guns. We follow the old people back through the courthouse. Behind it there is a hidden oasis. They have a beautiful garden back there, and I can see they also have areas where they grow their own crops. They keep it all well hidden from the main streets so that roving harriers do not become aware of it.

There is some more old people there. Two of them are twins, and the first thing that pops into my mind are Fred and George Weasley when they tried to cross Dumbledore‘s age line and became old. There is an elderly woman there who seems to be their leader. She is no doubt the village elder. She asked us if we will come break bread with them, and then palaver. She says she can see we are on a quest, though she knows not what we are seeking. Roland says that we are seeking the Dark Tower. She makes the sign of an evil eye, and says that is an accursed place. She says no one who has gone seeking the Dark Tower has ever returned. I feel like telling her that we are going to change that, but I don’t see the point. I noticed that MoSh is talking to a couple of the people. I can’t hear what he saying though. At this point the elder and one of the some of the others lead us through into a beautiful garden. It is here that we sit down and prepare to have our meal. There are no seats or tables, but it is very nice setting. The woman who is the leader announces our presence to everyone who is gathered. She announces Roland’s arrival as the return of the light. It is clear they hold gunslingers and very high esteem.

The meal, which proves to be a wonderful thing, starts off with a drink that is some kind of a spiced cider. Roland warrens Jake not to drink much or will be carrying him out. I don’t generally like alcohol, but the stuffs pretty good. I noticed for the first time that there is a Billy Bumbler following Jake around. I hadn’t noticed Oy was with us. The people bring us food, and I feel rather bad about eating any of it since I don’t really need to eat in the dream state. But that seems like a rather lengthy thing to try to explain to them, and if I don’t explain and just refused to eat I’ll appear rude. So I decided at some point after this I will restore some of their food supply in exchange. I guess it’s a good thing that I came to an acceptance of eating some of their food because the desert is some kind of amazing cake that I don’t think I could’ve said no to. Soon in the meal is done, as if to announce its completion Eddie let out a loud burp that is acepted as a complement to the chef. The chef deserve lots of compliments. Then most everyone else leaves, because they say it’s time to palaver. The elder is asking if we won’t stay the night, but Roland seems to think we need to move on quickly. They’re also suggesting that we should go around the city, which they have named blood, but Jake seems convinced that we have to go through it. I remember from the books that we have a train to catch.

The rest of the time is spent exchanging stories and getting as much information about Ludd as possible. There is a single bridge leading in, and once inside there are two groups, the Greys and the Pubes that are always fighting and will no doubt both want to take Jake. There is also talk of Blaine the Monorail. Stories of this train indicate it can go faster than the speed of sound. These people tell of seeing it go by on the railway in the distance and then hearing a huge explosion shortly after it passed, which sounds like a sonic boom to me. They say the train hasn’t traveled for many years, though they can’t seem to agree on how many years. The blind woman insists she has heard a train leaving Ludd and heading in the opposite direction. While the other people in the town don’t seem to believe her, I am thinking she is right… being blind would enhance her hearing and if the wind was blowing right she might have heard even the distant sounds of the train leaving. My mind has wandered somewhat while listening, and I notice MoSh is nowhere to be seen… I wonder if he wandered off or woke up. I don’t have much time to wonder before I wake up.

2017, 12-12

Glory of Love

I dreamed of Altaïr. Nothing much happened during the dream, at least not action wise. But Altaïr wants to get married. Although the bigger question is why in the world would he choose me? He says the one thing he would like to do more than anything else would be to find a way for me to get physically out of this dimension. He says using door that is death is not acceptable, but a door like the one on Roland’s beach or in the haunted house would be. He says that if he can’t get me out of this world, then he’d rather come here. To have the chance to prove that I’m wrong. Prove that I’m wrong when I say that no one out here could ever love me. Prove that I’m wrong when I think there is no love left in this world. And if that second part somehow proves to be true, then he wants to bring love back through the love that he feels for me. I just fail to see how that’s possible considering I’m so fat ugly out here. But he is said he doesn’t care how fat I manage to get, and he says he could never see me as ugly. Besides, he seems to think I might still be able to learn at least some of what it takes to be an assassin, including parkour, and he says that there’s a lot of exercise in doing that. And, of course, doing it with him would be fun. I wish I could. There is no way of making that a reality. I’m stuck here, and he stuck there. Although I wouldn’t consider him stuck.

Altaïr is singing a song to me. That seems surprising at first, but I think he knows very well that I am more receptive to music than to normal talk. “Tonight it's very clear, as we're both standing here, there's so many things I want to say. I will always love you, I will never leave you alone…. I am a man who will fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love. You keep me standing tall, you help me through it all, I'm always strong when you're beside me. I have always needed you, I could never make it alone. I am a man who would fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing togetherthat we did it all for the glory of love. Like a knight in shining armor, from a long time ago. Just in time I will save the day, and take you to my castle far away…” It enters my mind that Masyaf could be considered a castle… so he really does have a castle! Now if only he could really take me there… “I am a man who would fight for your honor, I'll be the hero you're dreaming of. We'll live forever, knowing together that we did it all for the glory of love.”

Altaïr repeats that he wants to get married, even if it can be only in his home world. He wants to get married at Masyaf, to literally take me to his castle. He says we should do it, and invite everyone we know that we can trust and share dreams with and everyone we know from the dream state that we can trust, there’s room at Masyaf! I’m not really sure what to say, I have realized I’ll never get married in the physical world, but doing it in the dream worlds… Altaïr says he thinks my birthday would be the perfect time to do it. He says to at least think about it. I don’t need time to think about it… my answer is yes… YES!

Wow, it's been quite some time since I wrote things in here! I've gained a renewed interest in journaling my dreams lately. My mind got a bit rusty on recalling at this point, so I can't recall as many details for certain as I used to. So let's see how that evolves.

I had a dream last night that seemed to be all about halloween and horror. The color scheme was very dull and bordered on black-and-white. It featured me, my sister and my friend from Hungary. We were dressing up, but I only clearly remember that the friend was dressed up as Dracula. (I watched the Dracula movie from the '30s a couple weeks ago, perhaps there's a relation to that)
There was also a rather disturbing scene where we were driving in a dark forest in a car, and the car had a towing crane. In front of the car was my sister dangling on the hook of crane, wrapped in bandages and writhing in pain. We didn't seem to be particularly bothered by it.

Well, that's all for now!

I had a dream where someone was bullying me, I could feel the menace in the air and tried to move away and get in a car.
But the guy just followed me then two of his friends appeared so I was kind of surrounded (or so it felt). They were leaning against my car in sand coloured overcoats, so I couldn't get it. At this point I lost it and hit their heads off the car killing them. I then throw them over the edge of a bridge into the river below but thought they might be found to easily so I brought them back to life and brainwashed them and the other guy into not being a pain/forgetting everything.
Next I was in a small room, I often get this in dreams, a room where there feels to be no room! the walls and everything were squashed up.

Date of Dream: THU 14 DEC - 2017



This is a bit of a different journal entry. Some aspects in this entry are recaps of specific events in waking life, due to my so short lucid dreams. I am not classifying this as a lucid dream as it does not meet my criteria.



Dream No. 242 - Sayonara Lucid Dreamer

As this journal has been written at night time, I've completely forgotten the non-lucid aspect of my dreams. The first lucid took place right at the end of the non-lucid dream. I was at my other grandma's house when I raised my hand in front of me and noticed six short fingers. Straight away I said to myself “I'm lucid. Yes I'm aware that I'm dreaming now”. As usual, the next stage of the lucid dream was to call for Dreamy WB who is my dream guide. I was diligent in calling for her but then the dream starts playing up on me!

Yes, the dream actually starts blurring in this wave-like motion, like with water in a lake. I notice the dream is trying to kick me out and so I say to myself, “You must stay asleep”. No matter what I did, it's like the dream and I were wrestling and the dream won in the end. I discovered that I woke up in the early hours of night, around 1:45 AM. I found out that through the course of the night, I tried to enter lucidity another three times but got kicked out immediately for all of them.

In one of the four attempts, I think it was either number two or three, I actually got to Dreamy WB in person shortly before being kicked out so I was able to make note of her appearance. She had her hair tied back into a frizzy pigtail and was wearing a light blue, short sleeved t-shirt with plain black shorts... I didn't pay attention to what she was wearing on her feet.

It was 9:30 in the morning when the last dream got the better of me. Since then, I gave up and decided to stay awake, preparing my thoughts for the day ahead.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Morning of December 14, 2017. Thursday.



The first part of my dream is unremembered other than undefined patterns of passive family activity. My dream self (personified subconscious) is already in the waking space when my dream becomes clear and vivid.

The typical waking space is rendered as a porch (my most common real-time liminal space symbol since early childhood, which symbolizes a specific state of unconsciousness between dreaming and waking), although it is the Barolin Street house’s porch. We have not lived there since the beginning of 2008. The personified subconscious has no concept of time or space (or any critical thinking skills). As a result, I do not regard this error of residence and accept it as our “real” and present home. I am uncertain of the implied time, though it seems to be night.

Three unknown visitors are at the porch door, which is open; two males and a female. However, the entrance to the porch is incorrectly rendered on the south end rather than its real location at the front, which is east. In the role of my personified subconscious (which is just a distorted filter, not a “mind” with any semblance of intellect), I do not “know” anything, and accept it as “real”.

I do not see the three visitors as intruders, which means that my dream self (at least at this specific point) is ready to coalesce back into waking consciousness. (This is a subliminal mechanism. I am not lucid.) They start to talk about a dead fish that is on its right side (facing east) on the inner porch ledge. It is to my right when facing the doorway.

The dead fish is a mooneye. (I have not seen a mooneye in real life since 1990.) Although I am not fully aware of this symbolism while still in my dream, there are four distinct levels of meaning. One, it is an artifact of water lowering waking symbolism (though there is no recall of water induction and no apparent WLWS in this particular dream, making it implied by habit without the direct discernment). Two, it means my glymphatic system’s functions are starting to lessen in nearing waking. Three, because it is a mooneye, and is dead, it is an association with nearing daybreak (waking transition; the sun symbolizing the conscious self while the moon symbolizes the dream self). Four, it is a symbol of my physical body being asleep, though its being on the right side is seemingly a subliminal warning that I may be on my right side in reality. (Though I do not recall having turned over during my sleep. I usually sleep on my left side for health reasons, as the stomach naturally hangs to the left and other systems operate better in this orientation.)

I am not sure what to say to them about the dead fish. I do not perceive it as unusual, but I hold no recall of how it came to be there. I mention to the three unknown people who stand just outside the doorway that “some are big enough to eat”, but they start talking about roe (fish eggs). Still, they do not seem that interested in the mooneye for such a source.

Meanwhile, I am closely looking at some Matchbox cars while standing near the center of the porch. Two of them are similar. I gaze at them with full intent. They are flatbed trucks (“flatbed” as being a dream state indicator as a play on being in bed). Each holds a small house. (The basic design is the same as one I had in real life as a boy, though it looks about twice as big, though my view in my dreams often magnifies what I am looking at.) I continue to stare at them, deliberately ignoring the three people just outside the doorway. One is mostly blue (that is, both the truck and the house) and one is mostly pale orange. (In reality, the truck was blue and the house was orange.)

I continue to gaze at the two trucks. I notice a detail of where the house’s window frames (in their vertical appearance and detail) and the vertical borders of the truck’s windows (looking at them from the side as they are facing right) are slightly closer to the front in one than in the other. (This relates to subliminal awareness of nearing my dream’s exit point, and waking symbolism is typically oriented to the right).

From here, I am suddenly aware that the three people are coming onto the porch. I teleport to the end of the porch and slam the door on them (indicative of the subliminal desire to remain asleep for a little longer). However, I notice that someone had left a set of keys on a table to the right of the door (even though there is no recall of the other people having been inside the porch). I open the door manually, apologizing. The female comes in and gets her keys and leaves again, the door remaining open as I wake.

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This dream has the dynamics of the typical waking space scenario, common on a regular basis since early childhood. The other three characters were, in upward hierarchy order, the personified preconscious, the personified interconsciousness, and the emergent consciousness. In this case, the emergent consciousness symbol was an unrecognized (while in the dream state) form of Zsuzsanna. She is the only one (other than our children) allowed to have “keys” to other levels of my unconsciousness. This is typical doorway waking symbolism, a door representing either the dream’s exit point or in some cases, access to apex lucidity and extraordinarily vivid automatic control of the dream state (and “summoning” mode, whereby all dream characters fully serve the dreamer via conscious self will), which for whatever reason, many people apparently cannot do. It may relate to my advanced understanding of the dream state since early childhood (and never falling victim to the fallacy of “interpretation”), whereby the majority of people totally lack the knowledge of what a dream actually is. I should also include here that, the large Barolin Street house was actually moved, via trucks, to a new location after we moved in 2008. Thus, this feature is also a subliminal thread of real-life factors of the past - of which I did not realize while in the dream state, even though it was probably meant to be an interconsciousness clue that I was in the dream state.

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Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:00 AM

Fell back asleep at: 6:00 AM

Woke up,again, at: 7:00 AM



Nightmare:

I'm in my room, reading notes on this particular bug that, if ingested, could cause a slow and painful death. The scientists shown on the paper are Albert Einstein and Michio Kako for some reason, though both aren't exactly biologists. They both have opposing viewpoints: With Einstein's being grim and Kako's being optimistic.

I'm drinking out of a cup of water and there I eat it. I accidentally swallowed the nightmarish bug, causing my body to slowly go limp. I inch out of my bedroom and make my way over to the restroom. I can barely stand on my own two feet, and slowly approaching death's bed.

I look in the mirror, a foggy one. The whole room was humid. Someone probably took a shower before me. Anyway, I wipe off the fog from the mirror and see myself, barely keeping my head up above the sink, with droopy eyelids that show the tissue behind them.

Then I wake up.


NOTES:

1. A very vivid dream. I remember waking up with a sense of dread today and it took a few hours for it to wear off.

My school does a career presentation on space. However, the presentation is actually just a three minute YouTube video that I’d supposedly previously seen in (third?) grade, so I do not pay any attention to the video. My princip comes up and scolds me rather harshly about this.

Later, I see a claw machine at the entrance to the school. “Clever bastards,” I said. They had made he claw machine so that you could only view it through one place, preventing me from judging the location of the claw if I were to choose to play.

My science teacher and I go outside. It’s raining. I stick my tongue out, and it begins to genuinely sting as though it were beginning to freeze.

I say something to my science teacher, and and run to the entrance of the school, open laptop in hand. It gets wet, and the frame begins to bend.

I wake up.


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This dream, though unspectacular, was interesting to me for a variety of reasons.

1) The dream basically called me out on my laziness.
2) It was a rather logically set story
3) I actually felt pain, which is the first time I’ve ever actually used any sense other than sight and sound in a nonlucid dream.

Morning of December 13, 2017. Wednesday.



My beautiful wife Zsuzsanna and I are sitting together on a wooden bench at the end of the Shorncliffe Pier (formerly known as Sandgate Pier), looking northeast towards the ocean’s horizon. The time of day is uncertain, but it seems to be late morning in the final stage of my dream.

We are under the shelter at a later point, undressed, and being intimate. My semi-lucidity (partial awareness of being in the dream state) results in a lack of concern about several unknown members of the public, both male and female, being present, but not paying that much attention to us.

Later, we are closer to the shoreline (now about ten feet out on the pier). I observe what I first assume to be six North Korean males (perhaps in their thirties), waist-deep in the water. As they are walking towards the beach, they are guiding, in pallbearer formation, a damaged half-submerged wooden boat; a shellback dinghy; with a visible jagged hole in the side facing us. I am somewhat wary of their presence, but only for a short time. They gaze at us as if very annoyed.

Looking back again, I come to realize (though this was an actual transformation, not a presumed error in my original discernment) that they are Australian SES (State Emergency Service) volunteers. They are not looking in our direction now and their emotions seem informally neutral.

The water is lower, revealing a number of large stones. Zsuzsanna goes to look for some plastic toys between them that are still muddy from the storm (emergent real-life association, unrelated to my dream’s backstory), and to wash them, and I slowly realize we are now in our house, though our porch is erroneously perceived as being a rock pool (ambiguously perceived as being indoors and outdoors at the same time). I then wake.

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• Dream self mode: Corporeal with enhanced physicality
• Conscious self identity: Viable (although we have not been to Shorncliffe in real life in years), although perceiving myself as perhaps 30 rather than 56
• Induction symbolism: Water as symbolizing sleep
• Induction buffer: Shorncliffe Pier over ocean
• Dream state indicators: Being undressed and fully intimate in public (first-level dream sign, based on the subliminal awareness of being in the dream state, though I am semi-lucid here)
• RAS mediation symbol: Presumed North Koreans, seemingly defeated but presumed unpredictable
• Vestibular system symbol: Outer edge of Shorncliffe Pier
• Preconscious symbol: (Personified) Presumed North Koreans (precursory; transmuted by way of semi-lucidity in acknowledgment of waking being a biological necessity; preconscious does not initiate conflict when dream self recognizes or triggers waking symbolism or circadian rhythms factors)
• Emergent consciousness symbol: Boat leaving water
• Interconsciousness symbol: Australian SES workers
• Exit symbolism: Half-submerged boat being carried from ocean (illusory physicality “leaving” dream state)
• Waking transition symbolism: (Liminal transmutation) North Koreans to Australian SES workers
• Waking symbolism type: Water Lowering Waking Symbolism (WLWS); getting closer to the shore over time also symbolizes waking and circadian rhythms factors
• Additional personal notes: Our (present) porch as symbolizing the waking space is ambiguously combined with WLWS.

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Date of Dream: WED 13 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 241 - Chaotic Canberra Camp

In this dream, it was a whole group of Killester girls as well as some Camelot students on a camp to Canberra. It showed the bedroom I was in, in this unknown complex. I said to myself that I wanted to try and get to the room on the other side as there was something special about it. That room was connected to the back of my room, so I could always see it, I just couldn't get to it. CF was one of the girls in my room and so I was talking to her about things. I then stepped in the corridors to try and find a way to the desired room.

As I was walking, I saw Killester girls from a mix of year levels, including WB. I wanted to talk to WB and so tried to go up to her. Before I could reach her, she started sniggering at me to her friend OL and actually flew away. I started chasing after her as I had meaningful intentions to talk to her but she obviously didn't know that. She kept it as a game and led me on a wild goose chase so far that it ended up all the back at the local track in Mulgrave, Victoria. Still, she kept disregarding me and flying away, so much so that we had made a whole revolution back to the hotel in Canberra. It was at that hotel that I caught up to her and stopped her... She said nothing and only had this look on her face like she was pretending to listen.

I knew she was still being ignorant, so I shrugged my shoulders at her, gave up, and then drooped away. I found some rear exit to some patio at the hotel. When I came out onto the patio, I saw an entrance to that room I wanted to go into earlier. I entered that room feeling a sense of relief and satisfaction. I came to the realisation that my brother was staying in this room. After talking to my brother for a while, the scene changed.

It was now solely Camelot students in this scene. It was back in grade 4 but the age groups of the students were as they are in 2017. We were due to return from Canberra and so were getting checked in at the airport by the teachers. Although there were three classes, Miss De. was doing all the check-ins and the other two teachers didn't seem to exist in the dream at all.

Apparently we were going to be marked out of 30 for this Canberra trip and we would lose 7 marks automatically if we did not take this medicine she was giving out. I didn't want to take it and thought to myself “What a stupid trick. What kind of school gives out compulsory medicine on the spot?”. Still, 7 marks was a lot to lose and so I took the rose coloured tablet from her and walked around with it for a while.

I was standing in this archway when JS comes up behind me and asks what I'm doing. I told him I was trying to see what ingredients went into this medicine. I then look at a side-wall in the passage of the archway and white computerised text appears, telling me the proportion of ingredients in the tablet. My mind finally made up that the medicine was safe to take and so I tell JS, “I've decided to take this silly thing”. I then put the tablet in my mouth and chewed on it, feeling the contents crumble and dissolve. In the meantime, JS had walked off and so I was on my own again.

I went back to the centre of the bottom part of the airport where Miss De. was waiting for everyone. She said to the students that normally they would take the stairs to get to the plane but this time, we had to take the lift because we were taking off right from the very top of the airport. As soon as I heard the word “lift”, I started freaking out. There were three lifts in total, so the group was split up into three to go up in equal numbers.

I approached Mrs. W, telling her what was wrong and for someone to help me in while I would have my eyes closed in there. She said to approach one group and the students in there. I did just that but every time I tried to utter a word, someone would start talking to their friends over the top of me. I got frustrated and so I just stood there right in front of them with my arms folded over, tapping my foot on the ground multiple times.

I eventually tried again and went to JS in the group but this time, I didn't have the confidence to start speaking. Mrs. W then appeared right behind me and said something like “Oh I'm gonna tell them now”. She then moved over slightly to JS's ear and whispered the word “elevator”. That made JS look confused and then he looked at me, prompting me to say what I wanted to say. I couldn't get out of it now... I finally ended up telling him.

When I had finished, everyone else had seemed to disappear and it was just me and him. It was a glass lift and so the dream was showing my position from the outside, looking into it through the glass. JS was casually holding my hand and I actually had my eyes open. The dream ended there.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Created Tuesday 12 December 2017

Got several things to note, including a few LDs. If my memory were up to par, I would have had a lot of other things as well.

Dream 1 - Behind the Wheel - A Street Racer's Autobiography

The visuals were a bit dim. I watching a Youtube video on the humorous self-documentary of an Asian immigrant street racer. This was mostly monologue to the footage of his driving around in various highways. There was talk of his fascination of the sport, his struggles in getting recognition from (less-than-reputable) US sponsors, and his immigration to one of the southern states. He then comments, "And that's when I stumbled upon another problem: most of the roads here are shit." Then appeared clips of his local highway, the road long worn. In fact, there were long spans in the road to which he easily could scoop up loosened tarmac like sand.

Not much else occurred before the dream ended.

Scrap Group 1
Something about The Evil Within 2. That secret agent lady (only watched a few videos, so the names haven't stuck) is in a talk show, where she reveals the reason for her defecton from the evil organization. Apparrently, her mother got cancer at some point, after which the two developed a much closer bond. This made the agent realize how far gone her morals have deteriorated during her tenure.

Dream 2 - Sky Highway Zone

Scene 1 - I'll Celebrate Some Other Time
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was a guest in an unknown home, participating in festivities.

Later, I begin feeling exhausted, enough so that I barged into the nearest bedroom for rest. But, numerous interruptions kept me from sleeping. This starts with my brother in law speaking about certain issues with his supposed father. An impossible occurrence, I knew, but besides getting suspicious, I didn't do anything.

The last of these disruptions involved my cousin Wyatt (who appeared in his teens) along with one of his friends supposed friends, a kid I've never seen before. The two quickly make nuisances of themselves, conversing loudly while sitting on the mattress to watch a nearby TV. It was only when one of them almost kicked me off the bed that they'd acknowledged my presence. I resigned to dropping in the floor, certainly the more comfortable place to sleep at the time.

Per chance, I began a WILD attempt, beginning with meditation, as usual. Cue rapid transition.

Scene 2 - Tired Drive Awareness
The visuals were very dim. I was driving an SUV around a forest highway during the dead of night. Several family members were in the back seats. I looked up at the stars, noticing how quickly they revolved. Was I going too fast? I then identified how fatigued I was, far too much to drive safely. That's when I remembered the previous occurrences, and realized the dream. Suddenly, the surroundings changed, appearing as a hypnotic, striped array in tunnel view. Things began fading. So, I felt out the vehicle's ceiling. Then, to the tune of Sky Sanctuary Zone from Sonic and Knuckles, I forced a warp.

Scene 3 - Mode Change!
The visuals were brighter. I was still driving a vehicle, only now, the road before me was spiraling sideways within the clouds of a blue sky. Despite the path set, the vehicle itself kept a forward trajectory, gliding off-road when necessary. Still lucid, thanks to the above song anchoring such.

I thought of tasks to do, and recalled the powered armor TOTM. Before starting, I phased off the moving vehicle. From there, I uttered "Change Mode!" in a thick Japanese accent. Concurrently, I willed a third-person view to see myself get armored, though I only appeared as mostly a blur. I did at least witness my skin taking on a white, ceramic plated form. Furthermore, Egg Reverie from Sonic Mania replaced the previous song.

Back to first-person, from which I immediately took flight. I moved around my limbs, noticing a natural, unrestricted motion of such. I soon identified cold air subtly blowing all over me from within the armor, and the unusual illusion of spaciousness that brought, if only compared to how tightly the suit clung onto me.

It seemed the view from my right eye was dulled. But, I realized this was because of a scanning interface, so noted by markers being placed over various vehicles passing below me. This made me curious on weaponry. I tried finding a good target, but everything I found was moving too fast, not to mention unjustifiable to engage. After a minute of waiting, I decided to just blast the air. A green laser immediately shot from my right palm, puncturing holes through the clouds. It streamed for a quite a while, though I dared not aim at anything substantial.

Things quickly destabilized afterwards, and the dream collapsed.

Scrap Group 1
Many, many dreamlets, a few of which had transitioned to dreams, though all but the one below are forgotten.

Dream 3 - Burning Phoenix

The visuals were blurred. I was scrounging around in the kitchen. Noticed my brothers and nephew watching the TV intently. On screen was an episode of Steven Universe. There was an ongoing high-speed chase, during which several characters were bouncing around in the back of a van (Greg's van, probably).

I then gained awareness. To rid distraction from the program, I hovered up in a wreath of flames, then blazed through and away from the living room (like so; I even yelled out the move's name)There was some noticeable delay at first, which was corrected about halfway through the maneuver.

I got distracted by random thoughts after that, and can't recall anything else.

I’ve been busy but still keep some of my memorable and mundane dreams in mind.Its too bad that most of it goes down the drain but it’s the moment that counts.