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I descend to Atlantis with a dolphin' assistance.
In the air bubble, I land in a strip shopping center next to a road. The shops are all a hospital or doctor center. Thousands of people dressed on blue are swarming in and out, and I feel terrified. I run to the left and right, only to be confronted by more. I did not feel like a medical check up, so I retreat to a Juice Bar.
There is a large queue and I am unsure what to order.

There are large posters hanging from the ceiling, but these are constantly changing. A few posters are chocolate flavored ice, and a sweet drink with pink icing in the shape of a classical rose.
It is called the 'Pink Hispanian'
However, the price tag on it is large. (why am I thinking about finances when I am lucid dreaming?!)
I notice on the wall someone has taped some of their composed cello studies. One is labeled 'What I thought they looked like'
Another was labeled 'What they do'
The main difference is that the latter study had eight lines of music, not one!
Eventually, I must choose something to eat or drink. I cannot find the menu, but the lady at the counter hands me one. Included on the list is 'Watermelon Chips'. Everything is overpriced. She asks me who is going to the hospital. I lie and say my 'wife' is taking the dog in.
However, this is where everything got more nightmarish. I couldn't find my credit card!
I could only find several public transport cards and an Atlantis card, which I didn't know what to do with.
It was blue with numbers on some sort of scale.
Finally! I find several blue 50 cent coins. They have special patterns and I am reluctant to sell them.
They each have written on them in capital letters:
Quangle
Butterfly Boutique
Mozart

I emerged into dream at some unfamiliar place, the sun was shining, the nature was lush and gorgeously green. I was walking and observing... for a long time straight in one direction.
I wondered where everyone is. After some time I saw a three person walking, slowly, one after other. So wanting to be in a company, I changed direction to them. When I came closer I saw that those people were zombies... I'm dreaming! OK, so I will explore. I came closer to them, they were strange, Their skin was covered by short twigs with small leaves... some small mushrooms. They registered me as I came about 2 meters from them. They were slow. I wondered when they will stop to move and enroot. I wasn't interested to battle them, they didn't do anything threatening to anyone... and to me... well, I didn't matter of course. So I took original route and walked away.
After some time I came to the city. Nearly empty. On the streets those zombies slowly walked around aimlessly. They were in various state of change into plants.I saw some zombies walking around broken fence, each of them was wounded by broken fence, leaking brownish green "blood" from wounds. I stopped to observe what will happen next- there was man running through that fence some time later and he got scratched... from scratch small twigs started to grow... he was zombified...
I walked again... I saw big river, so I walked there. I found normal people there. They were trying to get to ships and to sail away from land. I had chosen one ship to sail where other people wanted to go. There was captain- a dark haired woman, she asked people their names, some of them weren't allowed to sail on that ship. She asked me for my name. I introduced myself. She told me that I can sail on that ship, that my wife reserved place for me. I started to examine the ship... and I saw that it is starting to take a water, we were too heavy. I went back to the captain and told her that I will not sail with her ship, because it is too full of people and it will sink in short time if enough people doesn't unship. And I went out of ship. At once, the ship was maybe 10 cm higher so, it wasn't taking water in anymore.
I was walking through some buildings, dark without electricity. People were scared of zombies and tried to hide there. They looked like they were scared of each other too. I found a young girl, less than 20 years old with brown hair in ponytail. She was trying to learn something from scripts- I felt that she has to have an exam. I told her to be calm and relaxed, that all will be much better then.
I went out of building back on the streets. There, I accidentally touched a zombie- I thought that other girl is in problems, but she was zombie already. And I felt as twigs started to grow from my skin... and that my consciousness starts to slip away. Of course I couldn't allow it. I concentrated and blue aura exploded from me, cleaning my skin, and also skin of that girl because she was close and surrounded by my aura too. It looked like she was healed, since she stopped to walk slowly and was alert at once. "Go in peace, you were healed" I told her and walked away.
I came to something looking like small electric plant. A few engineers were there talking, that they need to start electric generator, but they feared to enter the building. So I volunteered. I went inside. I walked through quite empty building to the room, where generator was placed. I went into room and felt something dangerous at once. So I closed the doors from inside, blocked them and shouted to engineers, that they shouldn't go inside, into room (to me), because there is demon inside. I started the generator. Then I located the demon- he/she was dark, unhappy being. He/she wanted to go out, but didn't know how to open those doors. And he/she couldn't walk through wall for some reason. I started to talk to demon, trying to find a solution to his/her predicament. I woke up short time after that- I didn't have time to help...

Remarks:
I don't understand: why the zombies again? They were different, but why? I don't look on movies with them, I don't think about them, in my opinion it is just very, very stupid fantasy. (Dream zombies are different, I only name them as zombies- not because they are, but because they are moving around without reaction, doing strange things.)
DILD feels much, much less conscious than WILD ...

Morning of July 15, 2017. Saturday.



My dream starts out on the porch of the Barolin Street house (our previous home of where we have not lived since 2008). This is atypical, as the porch setting, though representing liminal space, is linked to the induction stage rather than the waking transition. As such, it begins to rain (water induction, my most common type, as water symbolizes the real-time dynamics of sleep). I enjoy its essence but I then realize that there are several small stacks of comic books in the north side yard, probably only four or five comic books in each of about nine stacks. Many seem to be Harvey comic books, such as “Casper the Friendly Ghost”. They are arranged in mostly an equidistant pattern (of about six inches apart to each direction) on a very low-set table or thin plywood platform. Zsuzsanna is with me. I realize that I have to run and get them so that they are not ruined.

When I go out into the rain, I feel very good, even though I have to act quickly. Curiously, the books show no signs of getting wet as I gather them. After I take them onto our porch, my dream changes, and there are far less threads of my conscious self identity present.

I now seem to be about eighteen years old or younger. My mother is still alive (and I have absolutely no recall of her having died in 2002). Strangely, even though my brother Earl did not die until November 29, 2007, I perceive him (via a false memory and false backstory) as having died when I was a teenager. (Therefore, my mother being alive in my dream and Earl being deceased is a typical error that dreams make all the time.)

The setting is very sparse in detail and so undefined, there is no discernment of whether it is indoors or outdoors or the typical ambiguous combination that my dream self somehow always perceptually resolves. This “impossible” thinking pattern is not viable when I am fully conscious, and remains a distortion native to the dream state only (though I really cannot understand how this could work despite critical thinking skills not existing in most non-lucid dream types).

My mother is present at times, including the very last scene. I mostly look at various Matchbox Cars. These are ones my brother Earl supposedly owned while living in Cubitis. (Although I still continuously have dreams based on variations of Cubitis, where I have not lived since the summer of 1978, dreaming of Earl’s house in Cubitis, which was only a few houses south of us, is quite rare.) Earl is present in some sort of ghost form, but otherwise appears to be normal, as he was in perhaps the late 1960s. He only looks on at my activities at times.

Yet another error in this dream is that I see Earl as being married to his third wife Cindy in this time period (and she is “still” living in his Cubitis house) rather than his first wife Beverly (and in fact, I have no awareness of him being married to anyone else). His ghost form seems to be a natural result of dying; that is, people die, and then they exist as visible “ghosts”, set apart from the physical world, but otherwise just as they were when alive.

I open a long rectangular cardboard box that is a racing set based on Matchbox Cars. There is a blue racing car that I look at for a short time. I do not think Earl will be angry as I look at his collection.

In the last scene, my mother is nearby. I play around with two blue Matchbox Car pickup trucks that are identical except for the position of the wings of the oversized white chicken sitting in each pickup truck bed. I get the impression it might be meant to be an advertising gimmick (possibly for KFC). One chicken’s wings are out and horizontal while the other’s wings are down and against its body. The chickens also rotate to spin around the pickup truck bed, and I start spinning them prior to waking.

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Although this non-lucid dream is extraordinarily easy to decode the native meaning of as most of my non-lucid dreams are, I will presently only focus on the last amusing segment. Chickens are birds that cannot fly very well, so are a typical example of “failed flight” (a form of “return flight”) waking symbolism. This is not negative and has nothing to do with conscious self “issues” as “dream interpreters” (not a real concept) seem to like to pretend via the Barnum effect. Waking symbolism as such is an indicator of the anticipatory (though subliminal) nature of hypnopompia, which is a biological process. As a result, bird and airplane symbolism (and flying in general) has been extremely common in my dreams since earliest memory, for over fifty years, continuously occurring in over one in five dreams in the tens of thousands I have studied.

In this one, there is even an obvious dream sign play, the pickup truck BED, an indicator of being in the dream state, even more so with the oversized chickens on them. Pairs of birds (of various species) have occurred in a number of my dreams. They represent, in most cases, Zsuzsanna and I sleeping together. They are different in their wing status (and in different pickup trucks) in this case due to Zsuzsanna and I being in different levels of sleep (in real time). My mother as my emergent consciousness is likely a vague association with Zsuzsanna prior to waking (as she is a mother to our children). Beds (sometimes in unusual locations) as real-time dream state indicators are also common in Zsuzsanna’s dreams.

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Morning of July 14, 2017. Friday.



I am in an unknown residence that has a lot of rooms of which are filled with junk that I plan to get rid of. The first setting seems to be a basement (or like a basement), yet is seemingly not underground, though it seems to have a dirt floor at times. There are large long shelves in a number of locations. Much of the junk seems to be parts of picture frames, nails, and documents I no longer need or want.

In one scene, I seem to be in the northernmost (northeast) room of the King Street boarding house, where I have not lived (in reality) in over twenty-five years. The bed is aligned lengthways along the west wall, head to the north (an orientation never utilized in reality). For the first time ever in a dream, my mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is associated with the King Street boarding house as living there in my dream. (Although my wife Zsuzsanna and I have been together in many dreams since we met in reality, including as implied to be living in the King Street boarding house even though she has never been to America, I find it astounding upon realizing my mother had never been in this dream setting as far as I presently know.)

I had found an outfit (combined sweater and pants) for my youngest daughter and had brought it into the room. My mother seems angry that someone else had apparently thrown it out but is glad that I had retrieved it for use for my daughter’s benefit.

Later, there seem to be a number of other (unknown) people going through the miscellaneous junk. The actor John Larroquette (as he appeared in the television series “Night Court”) makes an appearance in the final segment. It is mentioned how no one wants most of what is presently sitting about in the large basement-like room.

“In that case, I’ll take these portraits,” he says, picking up two large slightly damaged portraits of himself (which may have originally been left there either by him or someone else).

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Our daughter was somewhat restless this morning. Her clothes appearing in my dream without her was a possible indicator of her being awake while we were sleeping.

My mother seems to be the precursor of my emergent consciousness in this case even though my dream self did not recall that she had died in 2002.

I believe that a dream of cleaning or getting rid of junk is sometimes biological symbolism relating to cellular processes in real time, possibly including a need to get up and use the bathroom.

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The final dream event features coalescence waking symbolism (projected, neutral preconscious). This stems from an analogy with coalescence meditation, of where viewing infinite selves by looking into a mirror on each side is metaphorically resolved as internal unification by then looking forward into the mirror reflecting the one self (in whole consciousness).

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Work frag

I was at mcdonald's working table. A manager said the order I had was custom. So I asked "What's the ask me?". He handed me a slip and said I had to go right to the customer and ask them myself and fill out the slip as it was a new policy for serving customers. I thought it was lame.

Time Control

I went inside a house with two people and followed them up some stairs. At the top and around the corner there was no landing. One guy was on a bed in the corner and was floating in the air. the woman was on a couch on the other end floating in the air. there was a velvet cloth as a walkway to her couch that seemed to be floating. I thought that was an impossible walkway. I became lucid because of that. To make sure I looked down at about a 16 ft. drop and thought If i could drop that without being injured I was definitely dreaming. I jumped down with no hard force hitting the ground.

I wanted to try time dilation. I noticed I had watch where the second hand was ticking. I willed the second hand to slow down. After 30 seconds or so it seemed to slow to a stop wanting it to seem like 5 minutes for every second hand movement on the watch. I noticed the brand was a seiko or something. I remember Jake had one in the dark tower books. My vidion got distorted after as it does when I usually try to dilate time. Before i could jump like I usually do to get out of the distortions I had a...

FA, I still had the watch on and I was just recalling the previous dream. I remember thinking That was a dangerous RC to do and to make sure I was dreaming first to try it again.

Day off today. I was planning on getting up at 2 am, which is 1 hr before my normal waking time. Do a WBTB and WILD. But even before the alarm went off, I turned it off and opted for a sleep in.

I woke up at 4:30am. Stayed up for maybe 15 min. Debated to take choline or not. I chose not to take it, but to go on a sofa and see if I could WILD. I covered myself with my bath robe in hopes to attract my cat, so he would sleep on me as he used to during my so many WILDs before. It worked.

He laid on my legs and despite of him moving, kneeding and purring, I fell asleep. Just before I dozed off, I felt a WILD coming. My head started to buzz and get a headrush. I wanted to help it get me over the hump and into a lucid, so I tried standing up.

Not sure if it worked, but next thing I know I am walking in the town square of my childhood town, in front of the church. It's very crowded and as soon as I realized I'm in a dream, I decide to just go with the flow, walk around and explore. Then I remember just about the only TOTM I wanted to do and I decided to look for a picture or a poster. I see one on a church wall. Walk up to it and for some reason, instead of just walking into it, I start to dig into it. The wall is kinda soft, but a bit resistant. I give up and I think I lose it here.

2017, 07-13

Night Raiders

I am outside on a dark and moonless night. I peer into the darkness, using night vision to see what is going on around me. I see a village like one out of a fantasy RPG close by. I also see that there are a number of people sneaking up on the village. The people sneaking up on the village looked like armored warriors. Even as I am thinking that the attack begins. All of the warriors hidden in the dark charge forward, crying out loudly, words I can’t understand. The village doesn’t have any defenses that I see. Sleepy villagers come out to see what is going on and get cut down. I am not going to let this happen. I charge into the open myself, creating a fence from the tendril ability of Alex Mercer to keep the attackers from progressing any farther. They try to cut through the tendrils with their swords but that is ineffective. People are gathering on both sides of my fence now.

There is a lot of commotion going on and soon someone comes forward who appears to be the leader. He asks what the meaning of the holdup is and then sees me. He orders me to remove this strange barrier from his path. I say no, I won’t allow him to attack this village. He identifies himself as Theon Greyjoy and says he’s the prince of somewhere called the Iron Isles. I comment he must not be much of a prince if he finds attacking defenseless villagers to be amusing. He says he doesn’t need to explain himself to the likes of me then orders his soldiers to kill me and remove the barrier. For some reason I am reluctant to kill these people so I decide to scare them instead.

I make a very obvious display of shifting my arms into Alex Mercer claws adding some tendrils reaching out from my body and moving around me and glowing red eyes to give the impression of something demonic. A man attacks me with a sword and I use tendrils to take the sword from his hands and bend it in two, breaking it as if it was a child’s wooden sword. The soldiers are now calling out that I’m a sorceress and a monster and as I advance slowly they are in quite the hurry to retreat. Theon drives his sword through my middle but I feel nothing. I pull it out and melt it down with intense heat from my hands. The wound immediately regenerates. That’s all Theon has to see before he turns and retreats with his soldiers. I call after him that if he comes back he will see the full extent of my powers. Everything fades to black and I wake up.

I was in my old house and there were people staying over. One was a friend of mine and another was a guy who seemed like he was intelligent. After talking to him I ate some star burst candy than went to shower but my grandma, who was oddly speaking English, said she was going to shower too but than she let me go in first. Putting my clothes down I saw her sitting near the tub observing me and told her I would just wait for her to shower than left the bathroom. But she followed me into another room where there was a plastic box filled with shoes and a dove that had the yellow, light blue and green color of my parakeet. But instead of a violet cheek it had a purple tummy. "Poor dove"I said than took it outside to release it but I wondered if it could still fly. My brother said not to worry and I watched it fly away. I was content but than weak baby birds started flying at me than onto the floor and one changed into a metal key ring. What followed was a car crashing into the front and a guy with a gun pointing his weapon at me. I managed to manifest a gun after becoming lucid but woke up.



Prey Vs Predator

This was an old lucid dream but I might as well mention it since the theme was similar to my last dream.

I was in another world, inside a large ship filled with people, including my family. There I was walking around, trying to keep my brother safe from a women who was working for a gang. But she managed to separate me and I came across a group of people standing in a circle. My mom was there and pushed me into the circle saying that I had a beginning, my birth. Than a little boy mentioned that beside me was another who had a birth but died. Seeing the baby deformed and bloody I shouted for them to stop than flew away lucid. The area than changed into a wide open plain where lions roamed along with zebras and other herbivore animals. They looked small enough to be objects but one of the lions almost jumped at me. After that I noticed JadeGreen looking to plant some tree or plant where the lions were. I didn't question that predators had needs to but I flew away from the lion area to look for the zebras. The scene changed into a place with huge escalators though. I flew over the badly placed escalators, almost got crushed than dodged a random train. The scene than changed again and a robot sent bunnies to attack me. That was a pretty weird dream...

I'm at school and my teacher instructs us to play charades with chalk at a blackboard. I'm with two other guys, Jannik and Mikkel. After class we go out and get into a car. I'm sitting at the driver seat and Jannik is at the passenger seat. I ask Mikkel which classes we're skipping and he tells me that it's math. I think about how disappointed my teacher will be, but I can't just leave now, when my friends expect me to drive. Later we're in the car on the roof of a really tall, white building. We try to find a way down, by driving the car around, but can't get the car down.

I'm out driving a car with my girlfriend on the passenger seat.
She tells me that she would like to go back home, so I turn right in a T-cross.
I'm in her room watching Pokémon on my laptop. There's a battle going on between a Meowth and a Butterfree. The Butterfree wins.

Had a dream about a zombie attack. Was not lucid. Clear mind, means clear mind. You have to sit down and focus your awareness such that your is clear, quiet and in the moment. It takes a bit of concentration and intent. If you are riddled with distractions, the method will not work. Hence why I usually meditate for 10 to 20 minute before retiring after WBTB.

Date of Dream: THU 13 JUL - 2017



Dream No. 152 - SML's Bird Cage Ruination

The dream started off with my family at the beach but I forgot what we were doing specifically. We were in the car, planning to head back home and that's when the dream scene shifted. I was now in a lighthouse and I could hear a commotion going on at the other end of it. I peeked through the doorless doorway to see my brother, whom was being threatened by Logan. There was a bird cage in between Logan and my brother and Logan was going to lock him in there! I was going to go and stop Logan myself but then my brother had a look on his face like he didn't want help from anyone.

So instead, I called for Dreamy WB to go and sort Logan out... In this dream, Dreamy WB had responded immediately! She appeared as a hologram above the bird cage, with her hair in a low bun and wearing her glasses. For the whole time, she was smiling at me through the doorway and then she winked at me, that's when she vanished. Then I saw the bird cage start to shake and then it had collapsed and fallen down, its roof and walls laying on the floor like a bunch of wire trays. Then the bird cage had vanished altogether.

What reappeared in the same spot was a big pile of random debris but it didn't look like blasted, damaged wire. Instead, the pieces were like massive squares of this rubber material, like you would see on a playground swing. My brother still had a blank reaction on his face but I could see that Logan wasn't happy at all. Logan was standing at the debris, with his face in a moaning shape and tapping his foot in frustration. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- Optical Illusion (See Dreamy WB wearing glasses in a dream)
>> That one time she was visible, she had her glasses on.
- Eccentric Dream Guide (Witness Dreamy WB do something she's never done before)
>> Turning Logan's cage into squares of useless debris has got to be a winner in my eyes for this trophy!
- I can't see you (Have Dreamy WB act as an invisible force in your dream)
>> During the whole duration of wrecking that cage... Logan doesn't even know who did it.

Morning of July 13, 2017. Thursday.



In the beginning of my dream, I somehow carelessly cut my left arm and my right hand on something. There is mild pain. I notice that the cut on my left arm is deep. It is along my left forearm, on the left side when my hand is downwards, and straight over nearly its entire length. Later, I rub on some sort of medicinal cream that is supposed to help seal the cut.

I eventually notice that my cut is dry but open. I can see another layer of skin underneath. There is not much pain anymore, but I am somewhat annoyed at having the cut.

At a later point, my entire left forearm opens up somewhat like a pouch (via the long cut) into a partly hollow space. There is no blood, but there does seem to be sections of tissue and “bone”. My view of it seems magnified, although the inside of it would actually have to be much bigger than in reality to contain what it does. I can still move it about normally. Curiously, I notice about four metal cables coming out from where my elbow would be, which are apparently connected to strips of muscle. I consider that maybe someone had changed my arm into a robotic arm without me knowing about it. There are also at least two glass and metal structures that are shaped like rectangular prisms, the metal strips along the edges and connecting at the vertices.

I find myself in a library (more as if the ambiguous setting suddenly rendered a library counter feature) and I ask a person at the counter to look at my arm. Two people, an unfamiliar male and an unfamiliar female, look at it and comment. According to what I hear after I ask them about what it is made of, it is apparently believed that my arm is normal and that a person’s arm actually does have metal cables and such inside yet is still an organic natural form. I am still puzzled.

Eventually, I start to notice objects within the hollow area closer to my elbow (though still in my forearm). I see about six 3.5" computer disks and about three cassette tapes. They have handwritten labels. I do not take them out. I also see a VHS tape. (Imagine trying to visualize a VHS tape inside your arm with a lot of room to spare, but this is somehow resolved in my dream self’s viewpoint.) I consider that the items may have been left there as some sort of record of the process that was used to change my arm into something robotic.

In the last scene, I go into a hospital to ask about the nature of my arm, but it still seems the arm itself is supposedly normal. Eventually, I see jewelry and a large number of mostly silver coins (possibly American) inside the area closer to my elbow.

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I can't recall my dreams well. I haven't been a very active lucid dreamer either but I've still had them from time to time. I'm going to try writing in my dream journal again though.

Woke up for around 30 minutes.

Layed in bed with a clear mind.

That's it. If you've done mindfulness/meditation you understand this mindset.

Transitioned into the dream world. It was kind of wonky because I didn't know if I was actually moving in the dream world or if I was still moving in the waking world. I didn't want to do a reality check because that would have been too much moving....Got outside, it was overcast. That's all I remember.