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It started as I woke and went to work I sat into bus. Something seemed to be weird, so I did reality check... But everything looked perfectly normal to me... I thought about that as the bus went to city.
I was ready to dismiss the thought of dream when my friend stepped into bus on first bus station in the city. She was totally naked. She didn't have even shoes. That alerted me again. Because she didn't act as if she was naked. So I concluded that I dream and I went a few steps to her to tell her that we are dreaming this up. But then I thought: This is awkward, it will be better to leave it as it is. It doesn't need to be embarrassing for her, It will be better to not alert her. So I went back.
When I sat down, she wasn't present in bus anymore. And I thought: I was sleeping and dreaming for a while, this isn't dream. The bus went into river- the driver told us that he need to wash dirt from wheels For me it seemed to be perfectly normal thing. I left bus on next station and went to store as I do usually every morning.
I found there a small girl with lighter hue of black skin. With large eyes. I felt sympathy to her, she looked to be lost there. So I asked her where her parents are, whether she doesn't need help. She embraced me and started to cry. So I took her with me. We met some woman, who sent us to one particular house. It looked deserted, but after a short exploration, I found bedroom where young woman with three children slept.
I awoke her. She was startled first but when I told her, that I'm trying to help small girl she stopped to worry. She told me that she doesn't know her. She really didn't look like her mother. Nor her children- or were of light white skin hue. Children started to play together, and that girl didn't want to leave, nor those children wanted to let her leave. But I felt that we need to. So we said our farewells.
Then, we were walking through city and thought about hospital, maybe they could check her identity.

Remarks
Pity I wasn't conscious enough, it wouldn't be awkward to contact friend even if she was naked. I could try to communicate. Even though, it is improbable that shared dream is possible. I didn't find any proof of possibility of that yet.
It never occurred to me that going to police would be much better course of action.

Date of Dream: SUN 3 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 234 - Separated Sections

Dream 234 A – The Phony SES Guy
I can't remember much of this dream. From where I can remember, I was going to the bathroom. When I was in the bathroom, I whipped out my mobile phone as I was going to do some internet browsing on it. Just I am about to get onto a website, an unknown number is calling me. I pick it up and I recognise the voice. This person is claiming to be someone from the State Emergency Service and says that he is checking on me as we as other members of the Victorian community.

I ended up telling him that he must be a fake and that I must be talking to the Australian actor Samuel Johnson. He claims that he “isn't the guy” but he does ask me if I have ever spoken to Samuel Johnson. I told him “no, I sent something and I never got a reply”. He then said to me that he thinks Samuel Johnson should talk to me. I don't remember what happened after that.

Dream 234 B – Interstate Movies
I don't remember this one at all, only a tiny snippet. Details in brief are NB and his friend RK at this unknown cinema... In Queensland? Terrible memory of this dream but I know it happened.

Dream 234 C – Birthday Party Blues
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was on the computer, checking out WB's facebook page. I saw a lot of photos on there from a birthday party she had, her 18th which in the dream was held at a McDonalds. Every time I went to new photo, my heart would literally sink because she didn't invite me and one point, I was about to cry.

When I was just about to cry, I felt this warm aura surround me... Dreamy WB's energy was present and she was comforting me while her appearance, once again, remained a mystery. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



In Dream 234 A, I reckon it's hilarious how it's Samuel Johnson talking on the phone but then he refuses to accept his own identity... Like, who do you think you are?

earlier:
+ in the metro, many platforms, running to make the trains, don't make it in time

+ with cousins who lost a son, I want to hug her but she (and they all) move away from me

+ computer (programming) competition: I'm waxing poetic about the rules, wondering about how those without computers will do, the referee thinks my thoughts are very wise, I go outside and find my computer on the streetcorner and try to gather all my things together, people are walking by and one guy stops to talk to me, I'm dropping lots of pamphlets/papers on the ground and can't seem to pick them up [DREAMSIGN], I'm thinking I should get a backpack to carry them all, the computer's quite heavy and I"m wondering how I'll be able to move it

later:

+ crossing the river which is now dried up a lot, jumping over the streams of water so my feet won't get wet, climbing hill of trash/equipment (including computers) and I get a strong sense of deja vu, enter the bus with trash/garbage, clouds of flies buzzing around abandoned mini-fridges, one guy starts singing, I think I have a better voice and start singing too, someone comments that they like the other guy's voice better

+ outside with a group of elves facing a group of (orcs?), the lead elf (in elaborate armor) launches a pile of flowers/roses like a spear at the other group and I have a "target eye view" of the incoming rose flying straight like and arrow and I think wow it's really flying straight. I look onto a distant hill and see big pits/holes dug there

+ inside a small shower stall the wall is too close it interferes with my movements, I get out and there is a young girl there and we discuss something

+ falling/top-down view on top of a big truck that is landing in a large complex parking/area I'm trying to figure out when I can jump off but it's too high so I have to wait for the truck to fully land/park before jumping off. Sense of deja-vu, I think I've done this before.

Morning of December 3, 2017. Sunday.



This is a set of two dreams of the same sleeping period that need to be approached and studied as a pair, yet where my dream self in the second dream recalls and designates the first as a dream while supposedly being in a real scenario. My first dream is of my current conscious self identity while the second dream is not, which is very strange unless one fully realizes that the personified subconscious (dream self) has no intelligence or viable memory or awareness of time or space. There were other dreams that occurred between these two without any in-dream recall of either of the other two.

In my first dream, it seems to be late at night. I am in the front room (where my computer is set up in real life), though I am sitting beyond the right end of the desk where I have never sat in reality. My wife Zsuzsanna is also in the room (facing east towards our oldest daughter’s door), closer to the door to our porch. Despite the late time, our youngest son seems to be present as well.

In a short time, our oldest daughter enters the room through her room’s door. She says there is someone (an intruder) in our house who is following her. In the semidarkness, to my left, I vaguely discern a tall male figure also coming through her doorway. I consider that I must act to prevent him from doing any harm (though I do not know his intentions and he does not speak). I lift up my left leg, swinging it to the left as he continues into the room, which causes him to trip over it. This is a very strange event, because I perceive my leg as being almost as long as the width of the room (though my dream self perceives this as normal). Additionally, my sense of touch and momentum greatly increases as I feel the unfamiliar male trip over my elongated leg to fall to the floor. I soon awake with a distorted but vivid awareness of my physical body, with a soft hypnopompic kick.

In my second dream, I am in the back seat of a car, possibly also late at night. I am sitting next to the right window. My father (April 26, 1901-February 14, 1979) is to my immediate left and my mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is to his immediate left. They appear as they did in the late 1970s. No one else is in the car. I have no recall that they had died and I seem to be about thirty or younger (though I am fifty-six in reality). I am not sure whose car it is. There is a lot of activity to my right. Across the street is a large two-storey house on the corner. The car is facing the intersection that the house is near, though is across the street from the house. I have a false memory that one of my older half-sisters on my father’s side lives there and that my father’s half-brother (Marvin P) is there with my half-brothers (on my father’s side) as well. (Marvin died in July 1965.) There are about a dozen people in the yard and it seems they are visiting my half-sister.

I talk about my first dream to my father and he nods, saying, “I have those dreams, too”. He goes on to talk about stopping intruders (in his dreams) with his left arm as they come through the doorway and making them fall down. My mother nods and indicates that she has also always had such dreams on a regular basis. My parents seem to have a genuine respect for my interest in dreams.

My parents get out of the car (from the left side) and go around the front of the car to cross the street to visit my father’s relatives. My father seems to want me to go but I decide to stay in the car. I soon wake.

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My first dream is simply a preconscious event with increased RAS dynamics. This means that my dream was rendered solely to create a spontaneous muscle reaction for biological purposes, at least partly to cause partial waking to change my sleeping position. Most of my current conscious self identity is intact here and my physical nature is greatly enhanced in the waking transition. Still, this dream has a real-life source based on an event of years ago when it was our oldest daughter who alerted me to someone “trying to break in”, though that was not actually the case, only that a large rock was thrown at our southwest window.

In my second dream, I am passive and in the back seat of a car, which means I am passive to the preconscious, which is not directly rendered let alone with any conflict. I am on the right, thus I am passively within waking orientation (and in fact, I subliminally choose to wake rather than remain within my dream, which could also relate to a need to change my sleeping position), which explains the passive nature of my dream. Talking with my deceased parents (unremembered as being deceased by my ephemeral dream self) about how they have the same recurring dream factors, while in a non-lucid dream, is intriguing, though without any real relevance. The dynamics of this dream relate to events from when I was only three years old despite the mix of erroneous ages of my parents and me.

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This pair of dreams is just a tiny example of how erroneous and skewed memory is in the dream state to the point of being an unexplainable enigma. In my first dream, I am of my present life in a well-rendered realistic sense. In my second dream, even in treating the first dream as a fully recalled non-lucid dream scenario, especially without realizing I am dreaming in the second, I inexplicably have no recall of my present life in the second dream. (My parents being present do not even trigger any sense of reflecting on my personal status). Yet, how could this really be the case if my first dream was fully of my present life and recalled in my second dream? It is a paradox. Since childhood, I have been trying to work out how such common dream state paradoxes are possible. It simply cannot be resolved in conscious afterthought.

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so this dream starts off as light an dark matter jus swirling around in space so I try to make universes while my eyes are closed so the swirling light and dark matter can do what eva it want to the bending of my will so I start crushing the darkness over and over the shutter of light flickers back and fourth then its a sudden shock everything just becomes a abyss nothing in life matter but this blind wake everything is nothingness and I want to return to the darkness over and over again as the dark matter makes up its own life I find myself upon light where I'm looking for a burning tree as I'm staring everywhere I find myself engulf in clouds under the blue moon light as I'm looking for this tree I see dream false replica forms trying to find the burning tree as well as the burning tree keeps burning it says you will attain magical powers if you find the tree that everlasting and burns for eternity as I was in the darkness the tree started to become on fire as the dark matter nightshade becomes thicker and blacker the tree goes out as the fire was never burning at all as the fire goes out on the burning tree

the abyss takes control then starts forming a fiery shade of black abyss as a tree disenagrates an turns to nothing but ashes as thy burning tree ends the story of the darkness sets in forever as the dark an light matter become more blind to itself the story of darkness never ends as the burning trees starts another fire of shame

so starting off the exile plane is the lowest vibration in the astral dimension your already in the exile plane its like waking up and getting your keys and going to the store this is the astral form of the exile plane or like exiting a theater the movies this is what the exile plane is all about exiting dream form to wake up back in still infamy now a lot of people live in still infamy and there nothing more to do but tv and computers wrong so when you dream that your in exile like alone and never being able to have contact with anybeing beside yourself you have to make up dream worlds and astral dimensions this plane of existence is by far the best dimension of all astral planes to make it to the exile plane all you have to do is wake up exiting a dream you past had yet you have to always remember how you got out of that dream an woke up upon still infamy now in still infamy we sleep we watch tv we play games this is how you control the exile plane its reality amplified by dreaming now to induce a exile plane dream all you have to do is think and your in the exile plane. NOw for the dream false replica body this is where your dreaming and you wake up in your dreams as someone else that's happens a lot for a lot of people how to notice your false replica dream form is for how you to decide how you want to dream in the after life in the false replica dream form you take on different characteristic then your usual reality form as your dreaming in this body you take control of their entire aspect of their life as your own yet its always the same thing over and over you have to notice when thus happen your exiting dream to wake up in still infamy for a reason if you were to plunge in a dream where you kept dreaming you would of never made it to the exile plane yet in the false replica form you know the difference between you and yourself

Morning of December 2, 2017. Saturday.



It seems to be afternoon. I am in an unfamiliar restaurant with my mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) and Marilyn (older half-sister on my mother’s side, April 25, 1942-February 13, 2014). They are facing each other from each side of the booth and closest to the window. I am on Marilyn’s right. I have no memory of their deceased status and no viable link to my current conscious self identity. My dream self seems to be about twenty-five years old (though I am fifty-six in reality). I could assume the location as La Crosse (America), though there is no direct focus or thought about where we are. There is no backstory. (The restaurant scenario indicates mild hunger during sleep.)

My mother wants me to buy a Dutch sandwich for her from the restaurant directly across the street (perceived as west of where we are, which subliminally aligns to the street as west of where I am in bed in reality). Although I already have some money, she gives me about a dollar and fifty cents in small change, which is apparently what one costs. (My mother never said “Dutch sandwich” in real life as far as I know, and I never bought a sandwich for her in real life. Apparently, a Dutch Sandwich is the term for a tax avoidance strategy that some multinational corporations use to lower their corporate tax liability. I have no familiarity with this term.)

I leave the restaurant, but instead of crossing the street, I continue north in an odd state of faux lucidity (with thoughts of finding my wife Zsuzsanna, without remembering who she is, for a lovemaking session). (Faux lucidity is when I might do something I would do in a lucid dream but without being aware that it is a dream. It is different from liminal dream control, apex lucidity, and normal lucidity.)

My dream self falls back into the current scenario of my dream and I decide to buy the sandwich. I cross over to the west side of the street with the intent to walk a block and come back around easterly after walking south for about a block. As I walk along the west side of the street rather than the sidewalk, an unknown Hispanic male walks near the middle of the street to my left. He is carrying an unrealistically long telescope in a case, similar to a tightrope walker using a pole for balance. It seems nearly three-fourths as wide as the street. (There are a few other unfamiliar people walking along to my left.) He accidentally tips it up on the right and bumps the back of my head without realizing it. I do not alert him to this and he walks on ahead.

I enter the other restaurant. I see a large alcove near the entrance (to my right as I walk in). An unknown female is there. She is sitting near a low-set counter (north). It has about nine sandwiches for sale, sparsely arranged. I stand on her left. (Zsuzsanna is sleeping in this orientation in reality, that is, to my right.) I ask if there is a Dutch sandwich here (directed at the cashier behind me on the other side of the room, not this customer). This customer tells me that she has bought and is eating the last one. On the opposite side of the room are two more unknown females who work there and of whom are behind a high-set counter near the cash register. I absentmindedly walk out of the restaurant with the bottom half of one of the other sandwiches without paying for it. Mayonnaise is on it as well as minimal lettuce. I soon realize what I am doing, walk back in, and give it back to the female closest to the cash register. The purchase area is similar to the Coney Island Restaurant in La Crosse I had frequented years ago (and of the same directional orientation), but my dream self does not note this.

She tells me that she will make two Dutch sandwiches that I can buy and starts to make them in an area near shelves (about four tiers) opposite the service counter. The other female (more to my right as I face south) asks me about “feather sticks” and if people generally consider them as “lighter”. I assume she is talking about feather dusters, so I nod in agreement. However, she talks about cooking on a gas stove, which puzzles me. She had apparently said “feather steaks” and was asking whether they are “lighter” when fried using a gas stove rather than (presumably) an electric stove. (“Feather steak” could be considered as a flight symbol, which means that the preconscious is inducing dream state waking symbolism, especially as this is a checkout scenario which symbolizes emergent consciousness activation and my dream’s implied precursory exit point, though my dream self remains unaware of this, likely involving RAS, as it is also similar to “feathered serpent” and with “steak” rhyming with “snake”. A snake is the main biological waking prompt via RAS depending on the dream type and depth of sleep. The reference to “lighter” additionally relates to waking symbolism, hovering, and RAS-related inner ear dynamics that typically biologically manifest the falling sensation upon waking.)

The other female has my sandwiches ready. They are not in any sort of bag and are atop each other (two-tiered construct, symbolizing conscious self identity over fictional dream self identity, which I am vaguely aware of but without a viable trigger). I get out my money to pay for them and see that I am holding several coins (in my left hand) that look more like small disks of sliced salami. I go to give her what I assume to be a dollar coin to start with, but it is apparently only twenty-five cents (as it is about the size of an American quarter). I tell her that I am uncertain of the value of the “coins” because it is not clearly noted on them. (At this point, I have a vague recall of Australian one and two-dollar coins while still puzzling over the variously-sized miniature salami slices as “coins”, though this is not enough to trigger any thread of emergent consciousness despite coins and cash registers at a checkout being a known and very familiar dream state indicator and precursory end marker since childhood.) I decide to get out my wallet and pay with an American five-dollar note. The change I get seems like normal coins, which I put in my right pocket with the “salami coins”. (Getting out my wallet at the checkout is analogous to trying to link to my conscious self identity via my fictional dream self near my dream’s exit point, as an ID is kept in a wallet in real life.)

As I turn to my left to leave (atypical waking orientation, though Zsuzsanna now sleeps on my right for the first time in years), I notice I am not wearing shoes. I am not sure how or when this happened. I soon find and put on my left shoe, which is near the counter under the attached stools. I accidentally put a girl’s shoe, black with a buckle, on my right foot. (This is a childhood dream association when Brenda was a prescient stand-in for Zsuzsanna.) I realize this, yet accidentally put on a different pair of wrong men’s shoes after taking off my correct left one. (The different sizes of the shoes infer that my feet are actually changing somewhat in size, but my dream self does not notice this. This is similar to teeth falling out, which has no meaning but validates the dream self’s body as being fictional and in a state of cessation and with the inability to speak coherently while unconscious.) Finally, I am satisfied at wearing the right shoes and walk out the door and wake. Thus, the final marker here classifies the ending as doorway waking symbolism, which is common, where a doorway symbolizes the exit point of the dream state. Not wearing shoes is a typical dream state indicator as I do not wear shoes in bed. There are apparent shared dream state energies (or at least subliminal acknowledgment of the dream state), as the girl’s right shoe likely relates to my wife Zsuzsanna being asleep at the time to my right.

The man with the long telescope is a second-level dream state indicator. It relates to seeing outside the dream state (and is a subliminal form of the emergent consciousness as a precursor to either waking or becoming lucid), but in this case, there is no trigger despite the exaggerated length and even bumping the back of my head. (For example, in an experimental lucid dream from the 1980s, RAS activated by each of my eyes quickly extending out diagonally upwards, each becoming a telescope, symbolizing my connection to discernible consciousness outside of my fictional dream body). The vague association with a tightroper’s balancing pole is symbolic of RAS and mediating between dream state awareness and whole consciousness as related to inner ear dynamics and “not falling” (not waking with the biological falling sensation or hypnopompic kick caused by the shift from unconsciousness to consciousness, the reverse of becoming dizzy and passing out when awake).

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earlier:

+(f) crawling through an underground bunker, we'll surprise them when we surface

later:

+ playing chess, planning combinations, I have the opportunity to win some material with check, the question is if he castles queenside will I be able to castle or get my king to into protection in time

+ 3 girls outside in sunlight (at a bus stop?) they talk to me, I "accidentally" kiss one of them on the arm lightly, they lead the way to their table, their grandparents are there (I'm leery of them?) then there's a laundry drying rack, I take off my shirt and I don't want to give them my best shirts to wash, there is also my robe but I want it to be ready for me to wear in the morning

+ work meeting: everyone is talking at once and I can't understand anyone, so I should "ONLY ONE PERSON AT A TIME" and "quiet!" again later when I can't understand still

+ exercise cafeteria: like sushi boats but women are sitting around the table, I take a piece of fish in sauce on bread and eat it, the attendant (hidden under the table) places another long piece of brown bread for me to take

+ girls with odd/exaggerated eyes, I believe this is because it's a show on TV and the editors have used photoshop to manipulate the eyes to be exaggerated in size. Go outside and there are two very cute girls in boats/bicycles parked on the side of the road. I see our white minivan is across the street and down the hill. Our group is walking/stumbling to the van across the street, one of the adult men seems to be very drunk, I'm looking for a way to cross the street to get to them.

Date of Dream: SAT 2 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 233 - Separated Sections

Dream 233 A - Hardware Town
I can't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was walking around a random area in Dandenong on a hot day. I was doing something by myself at Bunnings in the first scene. The second scene is where NN discovered I was in the area and so called me on my mobile phone, asking me if we wanted to catch up. He offered to meet me at the Mitre10 store (which does not exist in real life). Originally, he said we'd meet at 11:45 AM but I said that wasn't early enough, then he said 11:30 AM which still didn't suit me... So we negotiated on a time of 11:40 AM. That's call I can remember.

Dream 233 B - The Legend Of Karla
I was in a completely unknown area with three other girls. I only remembered one of them from real life. There were these random enemies coming at us and the girl insisted that she and her friends deal with them... Little did they know that I was a powerful figure in this dream; my elements had returned. The girl was so insistent dealing with the enemies by herself but I jumped right in front of her and activated fire which came in the form of an invisible hot breath.

For the rest of the dream, the girl stood back and was speechless at what she was seeing. The enemy was white with a bluey-greenish tinged round crystal on its head. Fire didn't seem to be doing anything, so I changed the position of my mouth to unleash ice. What I thought was the ice position unleashed a fast wind, which I deemed to be Earth. I discovered that in this dream, in order to release ice, I had to blow. When I blew, a sharp whistling sound was produced and cold air came out, which eventually knocked the enemy over and then it disappeared.

I then discovered that we were on Skabb's ship, just like the plot of Spyro The Eternal Night and what was also accurate was that I didn't have electricity available to me yet. The next enemy didn't have any distinct colour to it but it was breathing fire at me. I thought that to defeat it, I had to breathe ice to counteract it's nature... I was wrong as ice was doing nothing. Fire in this dream was first hot air from me but in this scene, it came out as spouts of bloody red lava from the enemy. When I breathed fire on the enemy, it was also bloody red lava which was bubbling as it hit the enemy.

The enemy eventually collapsed but I found out that I had lost the ability to use fire. I had a solution, I told the girls to wait while I just lay down on the ground and literally fell asleep within the dream. I was hoping that like in Spyro The Eternal Night, I would enter a dream and in this case, Dreamy WB would come and assist me to retrieve my element back. When sleeping, she didn't show up... Rather, I could see the girls all moving around me and looking confused, wondering why I had fallen asleep on them. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- The Ice Age (Use your ice abilities in 3 dreams)
>> Paralysed the lady with cold air and then shot her out the door (184)
>> Using ice to charge the blue symbol on the pillar (186)
>> Attempted to use ice on the enemy (233 B)
- Black Friday (Use your fire abilities in 3 dreams)
>> Breathed fire on the lady and afterwards, the room became surrounded by the remaining energy of this element (184)
>> Using fire to charge up the orange symbol on the pillar (186)
>> Defeated the enemy with lava from the fire element (233 B)

Dream where I was visiting my old college professors and hanging out on my college campus.

Date of Dream: FRI 1 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 232 - Double Winged Spider
Nightmare!

The first part of the dream took place at TAFE. I was in the tax class on Monday morning, when I was bound to prepare for my birthday celebration. I thought to myself that I wanted to go somewhere to have a shower. It ended up being on Tuesday that I had a shower at the TAFE after that tax class... Yes, there was actually a shower unit at an education institution. The birthday celebration then took place in the second and final class on Tuesday.

The dream scene changed to me being in front of The Glen Shopping Centre where I was standing up on a stage, facing the road and all these people were standing in front of me. KG was announcing to everyone that I was going to become a bus driver for PublicTransportVictoria. I am then actually driving the bus that aids the Glen Waverley line. The first half of the route ran smoothly but the second half was messy.

For the second half of the run, I told the people I knew how to get to the city but only by one specific way I knew. One guy came and told me off because I wasn't sticking to the designated route map. Everyone eventually arrived at the city as promised and we were all standing on this rocky coastal area, facing all the buildings. I am whispering something in Croatian but the same guy that told me off earlier comes to me and says that I'm being disrespectful. I was actually surprised that he heard me because I thought I was really quiet.

The dream scene than changes again. I am at my current house in the front room when I see this weird looking spider hanging off the roof. Upon further examination, it was actually two spiders tangled into one web, making it one living being... It was apparently called the double winged spider. As start walking away from one corner of the room, the spider starts swinging backwards and forwards, ultimately coming for me in that direction.

I get to the other end of the room and I find I'm trapped. My brother is now there, cornering me beside the heater as well and he is giving me some sort of weird smile. Both parts of the double winged spider jump on me and start biting me. I now thought my brother was behind this act, so give him a taste of his own medicine, I go to bite his nose, sticking my teeth there and pressing them into him, while I stressfully call with my gritted teeth, alternating between both her names, “Dreamy WB!” and “Miss T!”. I eventually woke up to curtains thrashing about and really bad gusts of wind at 6:40 AM.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



At first, I wasn't sure whether to classify it as a normal dream or nightmare. I wouldn't think of it as a nightmare because it didn't have a gory or generally traumatising vibe to it. But then the majority of nightmarish aspects are there in that the look on my brother's face was really twisted like I've never seen before. Also, when I called for Dreamy WB, she didn't come... I exited that scenario by waking up. Thirdly, I don't usually retaliate in nightmares... I run. But this time, I defended myself by trying to bite my brother and the most horrifying thing is that he's the most innocent in real life... So the dream has really messed him up. Very odd dream, I hope not too many of these occur in the future.

Date of Dream: THU 30 NOV - 2017



Dream No. 231 - The Local Chase

I don't remember how the dream started exactly. I felt like it started from the point where I was already being chased. My mum, dad and brother were after me for something and all I felt I could do was get away. They were chasing me around the local area, up Haverbrack Drive. I eventually turned right and go down down a hill that led to the creek track. It was while going down the hill that I started to perceive Dreamy WB's energy... Without even calling her. It's like she already knew that something was wrong.

During the remainder of the chase, Dreamy WB would help me in different forms. Part way down the hill, it felt like she was carrying me and I could see an arm around me... Therefore a partly visible, physical form. Down the second half of the hill, I couldn't see anything, rather I felt like I was being propelled by something invisible. I would run for a few steps and then when I got pushed, I felt like I was a surfboard floating on mid-air. Although her forms were different, one common aspect was that I never saw her face to face... So she always had a sense of mystery about her.

Her energy died down as soon as I got on the track and they got a lot closer to me again. For the first part of the track run, they were hot on my tail. It got to a point where the track was diverging into a lot of paths, three of them to be exact. They were all catching up and so I had to decide fast. I assessed all the paths and it seemed like the middle one was the one to take. I said to myself that the middle one had the most shade and where there are trees, there's Dreamy WB.

As soon as I entered that path, the propelling motion took place again. When Dreamy WB thought I'd gotten far enough away from them, she'd stopped propelling me and chucking me about like a ball. I now found that I was able to run faster than before but the path was now dirt and it was very bendy and hilly. No matter how fast I ran, I never lost my balance and fell. While running, I literally asked myself, “why are they chasing me?”. The dream had moved scenes on me.

I was at some random get together with random people who were apparently family friends in the dream. I had approached a blue square table with food on it. There were some white plastic chopsticks which I used to put a piece of chocolate cake onto my plate. I then used the same chopsticks to grab hold of a lollipop. Once I looked up again, I could see that all my mum, dad and brother weren't happy with me, so I dropped everything and started running.

The chase scenes were repeating themselves. In the exact same way, I ran up Haverbrack Drive. Dreamy WB was carrying me in the exact same way, mysteriously without revealing her appearance, just the brown arm. Only this time, when Dreamy WB was about to transition to her second method, I woke up. So I think the reason they were chasing me was because I used the same chopsticks for both the cake and the lollipop and they didn't like it.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



I find it quite interesting that when I asked, "why are they chasing me?". The dream actually ended up showing me. This is progress because a couple of weeks ago, I said I wanted to know the intention behind bad things in dreams. And then what's really cool is how the dream repeated itself in exactly the same way with the exact sequence of events, like it took me back in time.

Date of Dream: TUE 28 NOV - 2017



Dream No. 230 - The Useless Outskirts Of Town

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was walking around in a suburb with not many houses around. I was looking for a toilet but was annoyed because I had to go all the way to the centre of town... No houses in this area had a toilet. I then remembered that there was in fact one house in the area with a toilet and it was Dreamy WB's. A subconscious message came to me that she lived nearby in the woods. As there became more and more trees, I knew I was getting close. I eventually saw this small wooden house with a scruffy looking fence on an almost bare block of land.

The dream scene transitioned to me being inside the house as if Dreamy WB had already let me in. I told her what I needed and she led me into a room with two chairs where she and I sat down. We ended up talking to each other for a very long time, for what had felt like half the dream, but it was a nice moment and we spoke about a lot of different topics. She then told me the reason for having a toilet in her house. She then said that the toilet was just next door and I could use it whenever I wanted to. I entered the toilet by myself. The dream scene then changed completely.

I was in my own house and my dad was constantly coming after me. He wanted to hurt me by trying to stick thumb tacks onto my bare back. He was able to prick me with a few of them but they didn't fully pierce through. That scene ended when he cornered me at the fridge. The last scene was my mum and I at some unknown place... It looked like the place in Dream No. 223 where my mum fell into the porridge.

This time, the patio was surrounded with some vermilion tinted water. Both my mum and I lost our balance and fell backwards into the water... Or did we? We didn't enter the liquid, rather we were bounced off of it and ended up back on the patio, standing. I looked down at the water, examining it and why it didn't swallow us. I came to the realisation that Dreamy WB was still an influence in the dream... She rescued us. My mind pictured that she took control of the water, hence the vermilion mirage illusion on its surface. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Morning of November 30, 2017. Thursday.



My dream occurs in two main parts. It has the usual distortions and absence of viable conscious self identity. The only conscious self threads relate to knowing I am married to Zsuzsanna. The rest of my dream self identity ambiguously perceives itself as a teenager, and my parents are still alive.

In the first part of my dream, I am in the kitchen of our present address (erroneously perceived as of Cubitis, where I have not lived since 1978). The layout of the house is different. Zsuzsanna is present and we are rearranging everything (which we had been doing a lot in real life lately after the storm tore the roof from our house, though that memory is not extant in my dream). There are two special pictures that present a three-dimensional impression. One is very large and displays a two-storey house. The other is similar to the pattern of our present bedroom curtain but features only one cheetah.

I marvel at the large image of the house and its three-dimensionality. (It faces north when aligned to our present home’s layout.) As I change my position in the room and move my head, there is vivid imagery that looks as if the Venetian blinds in the house are closing and opening, depending on where I stand, though this relates to the angle I am viewing the house from, not the blinds actually moving. At least one bright light is on inside the second floor of the residence where this intriguing Venetian blinds effect is seen, which involves at least three windows. There is a sense of both pleasure and awe. (The windows are about five inches high.) The joy I feel is probably based on liminal realization of modulating my dream with threads of my conscious self, yet my dream self not actively comprehending this factor.

I am then looking at the image of a cheetah (about eight inches in length to start with). I am able to manipulate the image by moving parts of it with my fingers, to make it smaller or larger or change the proportions. It does not become distorted no matter how I move different points of the image. Its three-dimensionality is similar to one of those toddler’s board books with the additional features implied to be fur or other textures (such as “Touch and Feel Wild Animals”). The clusters of fur on the cheetah image growing and shrinking depending on how I alter the image with my fingers fascinates me.

Later, I notice my father standing by the doorway of our shed (our present shed, not the one in Cubitis). He is dressed in an unusual colorful outfit and has a large white beard. I go out and see that he is trying to move several large parts of machinery, one that looks like a small motor. Not being lucid, I still use a type of telekinesis. I am aware that the combined weight of the objects is quite heavy, yet I touch one (the smallest object) and all the other objects connect to it as if magnetic. I effortlessly lift everything and my father seems grateful. I realize that this means I am a witch. I place them out in the backyard through a fictional doorway on the east end of our shed.

From here, there is an incorporeal and unseen male character that is somehow only partially present. There is brief talk with him about a fairy being a great wizard. My father walks to the west end of our shed (where the main door pulls up in reality). It is open to the street. There are at least two black horses facing north that I lightly pet. My father expresses no distrust or wariness of me being a witch.

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A shed or warehouse represents liminal space during the waking transition in a specific part of the sleeping period and is a factor of memory recall and storage. Horses as this dream’s end marker represent my “return” to my physical body in waking. The health or condition of a horse often relates to the health of one’s physical body or recent mental states (or that of someone known). (For example, after a classmate died, I had a terrifying dream of a horse falling down and suffocating in front of me, after it came through the doorway of our homeroom classroom, both a result of his death, and the unsteady state of my emotions at the time.)

In one of my dreams of yesterday, I was a guardian angel “from the future”, helping a fictional character rendered as the actor Jonathan LaPaglia to fulfill his supposed destiny with his future wife. Then, in this one, I am a powerful witch helping my father. I manipulate imagery (though that was implied to be the nature of whatever technology was present) and effortlessly lift heavy objects by mental will (and not only do I lift them, they stick together magnetically in a very long cluster nearly as wide as the shed). There seems to be no difference between a powerful witch and an angel in some cases, at least from my dream self’s viewpoint. (My wife Zsuzsanna has appeared as both an angel and a witch in my dreams, including prescient dreams from before we met.)

The Venetian blinds represent the virtual division between the dream self identity and the conscious self identity. The fact that I am not surprised by my telekinetic abilities validates liminal dream state awareness and liminal dream control (that is, with no realization it is a dream, yet having endless powers to create and control my dream state experiences). I certainly would not have this expectation or act as such when conscious.

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