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Morning of November 6, 2017. Monday.



In my dream, I am seemingly implied to be in our present home, though it is very different. For a time, our youngest son is watching television and our youngest daughter is also present. (In my dream, our television seems to be in the center of a much larger version of our kitchen and facing north. In actuality, it is in our lounge room and faces south.)

At one point, there are distortions in the television screen. There is too much red dominating the overall image. I read the instruction manual and there is information about adjusting colors. It specifically mentions that the small elongated knob for adjusting red is to the right of the knob for adjustment of the extent of black and that the knob for red must be turned to the left to decrease the color and prevent it from being too bright or bleeding into other images. There are a number of small plastic knobs on the back of the television.

After a time, I notice that it appears to have worked. The picture looks a bit more balanced. However, I eventually notice that features that are supposed to be red (including some sort of oval timer superimposed at the top left of the screen) are now a pale purple and I consider adjusting it again.

Our youngest son watches a show about video games and their characters. I notice that the television is on its side so that now the image is vertically rectangular, yet fits the scenes that show people standing, as their feet are correctly downward. This seems strange to me. Eventually however, the television is back in its previous position where it is viewed as normal widescreen. Still, I had placed it on the floor yet consider it is not really watchable while in that position. During this time, I had not adjusted other knobs.

I adjust the knob for red again, slowly turning it a short distance back to the right, as well as turning a few knobs for other colors. Soon, something happens and the picture becomes smaller and there are now only random horizontal white lines on the screen. This occurs after a sort of popping noise. Our youngest daughter puts her feet against the screen. I consider that I must have destroyed the television by changing the colors too much. I know that it will be very expensive to replace.

I go to tell Zsuzsanna about the ruined television. She is sitting back on our bed. At first, I think she had injured her forehead somehow. I eventually see that she has a black sleeping eye mask partly on though the eye patches are doubled up on her forehead, above the area between her eyes. My dream eventually fades from this point.

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There are a few subliminal dream state indicators here. One is how the television is on its side at one point as relating to how the physical body is different in sleep in lying down - as well as the eyes seeing the environment as “turned sideways” when lying on one’s side. The main indicator is my subliminal knowledge of red being an end marker for the dream state. Red typically only dominates a dream when I am closer to waking after sleeping a bit too long and as such, is analogous to a “red alert” (a more dominating RAS factor). Although I am not lucid, I still maintain this realization subliminally, and deliberately lower the red value in the television’s image. I do this by turning the knob to the left with the knob for black on the left side of that one, black symbolizing being unconscious, so a part of my unconsciousness is aware of this, that is, deliberately trying to go back into unconsciousness to sustain my dream, even though I am not otherwise viably lucid.

This aspect of black as symbolizing unconsciousness is carried over as a dream state indicator in seeing Zsuzsanna in bed though awake, yet having a black sleeping eye mask doubled up over her “third eye”. (The third eye refers to the gate that leads to inner realms, yet I still do not realize I am dreaming at this point. There have been thousands of dreams with very precise dream state indicators as in this dream, where I still did not become viably lucid, though many others where I have.)

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remember dreaming, but no details.

looked at my hands, but they looked normal.

could possibly rule out checking my hands as a dream sign.

Tried my hardest to LD, but no luck.

fragment (hearing only) about Giz tutoring me on how to LD, telling me i wasnt doing it right.

slept early.

got close to an LD. while attempting wild, i felt a heaviness and a sort of feeling like i was getting sleep paralysis.

sleep once again interrupted by dad.

fragment about medieval times and something about Narnia

no LD nor NLD.

sleep interrupted by dad

possible that the dream had to do about a hot pink male MLP pony with purple hair and purple hooves. had wings, but dont remember how they looked like. had the power to make geographically distinct arcs.

D1 - Trying to get away from a monster, it is delayed by a trap consisting of a thread of wire that it is temporarily snagged on. As I pass it catches me and pricks me drawing blood. A baby is born which i'm happy about but the blood contamination means that even though the monster died, it goes on to be born as a baby monster (looks weird like sultarana from drwho). So there are two babies.
I go to a magick conference to try and get advice from someone important about how to get rid of it but it uses it's powers (even though a baby) to make me forget. So I walk out and then on remembering have to try and get back in without an id card. This continues...


D2 - Walking down a steep valley towards a peninsula out into open sea. It is quite steep and I am having trouble with my footing. I can see below there has been some kind of eruption from a small island below, a great plume of grey and white smoke is billowing up, high into the air. Behind me a man tries to stop me going any nearer but I keep on, pushing his hands away.

Morning of November 6, 2017. Monday.



I am riding on a bus in an unknown area, possibly implied to be at night as I am not aware of much light. There are only a few other people on the bus, all unfamiliar. The bus driver is an unfamiliar female of about thirty. She is on the right side and the door is on the left, so it can be assumed to be associated with Australia. However, in my dream, I am not fully focused on my country of location, though mixed features and composites of buildings from two or more countries are common in my dreams. I perceive myself as being about half of my real age and in my twenties.

An unknown female is ready to get off the bus at the next stop, which is apparently also my stop. Curiously, the bus driver also checks out library books as people get off, which my dream self does not consider odd at all, though I do not recall any backstory as to where I had actually gotten the books. I do not notice any area on the bus that has books stored.

As I am getting my books checked out from the bus driver, I realize that I am also holding a number of my socks, perhaps about eight pairs, but I have accidentally dropped three or four onto the floor as well as into a laundry bag (that is full of other people’s socks) near the bus driver’s seat, on her left (and in front of me). I am somewhat annoyed upon doing this, as I do not want to lose my socks. I wake around this point.

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As I have studied my dreams all my life and resolved most of them and their basic meanings and components (including literal prescience when it comes to pass, which is very common for me), this one, despite its unusual nature, is very easy to grasp. It is simply a combination of two typical dream state end markers mashed together with a dream state indicator into one situation.

Getting off a bus symbolizes leaving the dream state. A checkout area (as otherwise in a store, library, hotel, or other location) also symbolizes leaving the dream state. Being aware of socks in this case is a dream state indicator as I do not wear socks in my sleep and thus perceive myself as carrying them in the waking transition. Books are a symbol of the emergent consciousness (a link to my conscious self identity of which is not extant in many non-lucid dreams) as critical thinking skills are not extant in non-lucid dreams. Basically, with this dream, my mind simply mixed the two transitional dream state end markers with a dream state indicator (subliminal thread of awareness that I had become unconscious but not with viable lucidity).

The core meaning, with a typical pattern of dream state synthesis (that is, mixing unrelated linear events, in this case as leaving a bus mixed with leaving a library and additionally linked to the subliminal realization of needing to get dressed after waking) should be obvious to a person of reasonable intelligence. One reason why I dream in a continuous cycle as such and virtually infinite mixes of specific markers for induction, dreaming itself, non-lucid dream state indicators, and otherwise clearly defined waking transitions, is due to having sincerely studied and resolved so many of my dreams since early childhood and as a result, have become very familiar with them and their nature as well as augmented clarity of mind with virtually no nightmares other than when health-related (biologically premonitory). There is nothing here (presently) that relates to real life (at least not yet, and I have not ridden a bus in real life in years - though it may loosely relate to the memory of carrying textbooks on a school bus).

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For those who do not already know, the bus driver here is the preconscious, though in this case there is no conflict as my dream self had already subliminally “agreed” to wake. (The biological purpose of the preconscious, a function of the reticular activating system or RAS, is to establish an association with the need to wake and attend to real physical needs or to alert the unconscious self to a real environmental noise or unknown event.)

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Just comin here to drop off a recent lucid. Heads up body horror/graphic.

Spoiler for body horror:

I became lucid when I false awoke and saw that the toilet in my bathroom looked different; there were lots of pipes running in and out of it and into the wall. I then looked in the mirror; looking like a blend of my dream-self and waking life self, but was much younger and shorter than I am now; perhaps about 10 or 12 years old. I looked in the mirror and one eye had no pupil and I thought that was strange.

When I pulled back to examine myself I saw my skin started peeling off in places, coming apart at what looked like artificial seams. Syrupy blood began to ooze from these seams and the skin on my stomach, starting from my solar plexus down my stomach peeled away and my organs spilled out onto the floor. I've had this manner of dream before, and normally when unaware of the dreaming state, it's a very shocking and disturbing dream to have. But when aware of the dreaming reality, it's easy to dismiss as just a bizzare dream.

I tried to stop the disintegration by spinning around in the mirror and looking back at myself. It didn't work, and only seemed to progress the situation further.

I decided I would head outside and try some flying, and didn't even see a reason to bother to try and stop this. I figured in a minute or so I would 'die' and could just regenerate into a new body, or the dream would simply drop the grotesque decay of my body as I turned my attention to other things. I started to head out of the bathroom as body parts continued to fall off. My still beating heart fell out of my chest cavity but was still connected by an artery and left dangling at about knee height.

I headed downstairs and my fingers started to fall off. I then saw a small creature. It looked something like a Jinx Elf, a creature I have created for a fantasy novel I am working on. I decided to ignore him and he just laughed and ran away. It was about when I reached the door that the dream ended.

Miles long store

I'm working in a store of a size of a small city. There is thousands of workers, separate departments, shelves incredibly high, conveyor belts transporting goods and people.

We have 2 toilets and sleeping quarters near our department, so we don't even need to leave. Someone took our second toilet out and put shelves there. I don't like it and I set off to look for it. I walk for what seems like hours. I go so far, that I kinda get lost and I come to some kind of a border, where you need passports to get back into a store. I'm like I just left to find our toilet, didn't take my passport with me. But luckily I'm in my uniform and they let the bus with me and other people in uniform through.

Someone shows me a map of where I am and how to get back to my department. They make a mark with invisible ink which slowly starts to turn yellow. I gather that I need to follow yellow marks on the floor to get back.

I hop on a huge conveyor belt and then on another one. Map shows that I'm an 839 miles away from my department. I ask a guy how the hell did I walk that far?

I'm walking through a storage area. Look up and there are palets stacked 10 high and a bit leaning, leaving just a very narrow and winding passage through there. I hope an earthquake won't hit at that time.

I get to talk some girls and I find out they work in the thin mints isles. I'm like whoa, this place is huge, if 5-6 people stack just one item and it has so much shelf space. We make a plan to get together later.



Ophelia
I remembered this when I got up, all I remember now is what I wrote down.

Ophelia
work watter
I leave
it's you

Adam and I were at the fair. We didn't do much but walk around and gawk at all the oddities that surrounded us. We got a daiquiri and wondered aimlessly among the crowd. After we got a caricature done we started to leave. Suddenly I spot a young man that looks scarily familiar, to my sudden suprise I realized he was one of my dc from ages ago. I believe he said his name was james or john? Something of that nature. As we leave I can't stop staring. The resemblance is too uncanny.

Adam and I were walking around town whenever I spotted a tea shop. We walked in the antique tea shop that had china tea cups and kettles and whatnot and it was going out of business. We start to look around (and apperantly we'd been in there a couple of times just looking around) and there was a book section so I start looking but there was one that I really wanted to find and Adam was trying to help me and the old lady owner was super sweet and nice but also kinda creepy becuase she was following us around in the store. And I was looking at this book when the cover (it was a young girl) moved and started to shift positions. Thinking I was seeing things I looked closer at her and then I woke up.

I was on a hill where I saw a woman standing facing away from me. She was wearing a blue dress, it looked as if the sjy itself had wrapped around her, with fluffy white clouds dancing across the fabric. The grass green and lush beneath her feet. Suddenly she turns and faces me. Her skin is pale and sickly, her lips are dripping with scarlet,glossy blood. "Where are my children," she asks me. I start to nod my head no. "Where are my children," she asks louder. I start to push myself down the hill backwards on my belly, the grass dry and itchy on my skin. She lurches forwards, "where are my children," she shrieks. I start screaming that I don't know as she grabs ahold of me. I then wake up.

At a point I had a DEILD ,I became lucid ,but lucidity was too low as usual, my visual aquity was unstable, all I remember that I was marvelled at how detailed a dream can be ,I was on a hillside, in a forest, then the dream changed and I lost lucidity.
Edit: I remember looking out the window, seeing a way , left the house, and looked around , the dream started to collapse ,I ran back but now there was only a white car, not my house.

In the next dream I was in a class, and I was talking to some people . A girl made some remarks about how that girl( she said the name of an old schoolmate I had , but she was another girl from another place) secretly likes me and have a crush on me , I thought is just a joke, why would she like me at all .... Then she said it herself ,calmly, wasnt surprised at all that her secret is out, then we made out for a while then I continued doing whatever I did...


Idk how I did not get lucid by this surreal scenario... a girl liking me, me being in school again..eh

This was few days ago. Quite a powerful dream, not sure why. Long and detailed, full of feelings.

So, I'm either living or house sitting this large house. I go to a guest house or garage for a few min to get something, and when I get back, the house is full of people.

I don't know them. They are all behaving civilly, but I feel danger from them. They invaded a house, like "occupy house", haha. They have an agenda, but I don't know what it is. They will leave after they get their wish. I'm trying to call for help, but they took my mobil and all communication devices. Other than they, they are just sitting, walking around, not even talking much. I try to talk to them, but they ignore me. I'm getting frustrated from complete lack of control.

I go to neighbors, and they already called the cops. I see them coming down the road with sirens on. I start to cheer and yell "suck on this, assholes" , but cops roll by to another incident.

Now I'm in a large, industrial setting. Same people milling around. I throw something in the corner and it starts a growing fire. I don't want anybody to get hurt, so I rush over there and extinguish it with a hand extinguisher. But another smaller fire already started from the first one, I rush over there and again, use the extinguisher. It sprays only about a foot away, but I KNOW it will be enough.

Commotion starts and I get shot 3 times in the chest. One of them is a doctor and even if she doesn't have her tools there, she treats me as I'm laying down. I don't want any help from her, but I think I need it.

I did really awful things in this dream. Not sure I should put it here. I might censor some of it. I was running around a series of dark corridors. To the right was a dressing room for boys, and to the left was the one for girls. Children, that is, aged 8-14, something like that. I was... killing them. With a knife. It was very dark, and I managed to kill only one boy in their dressing room. The corridors and rooms felt oddly abandoned and dark, which I found quite unsettling. I thought I was in a nightmare or horror game for a second, until I remembered I was the monster and had nothing to worry about. When I moved on to the girl's side, I found a room where one girl was sleeping. Next to her, her father was sleeping. Guarding her. I realized if I killed the girl, her father would no doubt attack me. So I decided to kill him first. While he was still asleep, I pushed my knife into his neck. He died gurgling, unable to resist. The girl woke up and saw her father die with the knife in his throat. She was quite young and didn't quite understand what was happening. I told her her father was just going to sleep, or something like that, to calm her down. The goal was to kill the girl next, but watching her wimper over her dead dad filled me with such regret, I just wanted to undo everything I'd done. I woke up right there and then, feeling confused I could commit such evil.