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Date of Dream: WED 20 SEP - 2017



Dream No. 198 - Difficult Decisions

The dream started on the Killester grounds... I was coming in to visit for a day. In front of the year 12 classrooms was EGor. I asked her what she was doing and she said that she was going to be helping at the music concert tonight. She asked me what time we had to be there and I said 6:30 PM. She then said that a lot of past year 12s would be doing it. It was currently lunch time and so I was going to find some other students. In the dream, the school is of a bigger size than in waking life. I soon realised that the year 12s hung out nowhere near the year 12 classrooms... In fact, it was only me and EGor with no one else around.

So off I went as usual, I was attempting to locate the whereabouts of WB. I ended up heading towards the library and that's where I saw a big group of current year 12 girls but I still couldn't see WB. I was then walking through a corridor to a classroom and that's when I could see WB's reflection through the glass, she had her typical boofy hairstyle.

I was then in the classroom and the teacher was Mrs V from primary school. I was bending down to pack my bag and AM was behind me, being annoying, trying to constantly wave in my face. When I finished packing, I turned around and and gave a slow, unenthusiastic wave back. Mrs V then made a comment that it's ideal to wave goodbye to everyone in the class.

I was then outside and still wanted to speak to WB but I didn't much time as it was 3:15 PM and the bus was going to leave at 3:30 PM. I looked at my watch after some time and it said 5:30 PM in analogue time. A stranger approached me and told me to actually think of the time now as 4:30 PM. I headed out to the front of the school and noticed that every single bus had left.

Mrs McN was sitting in the bus shelter and she tells me off because I missed all the buses. I deflected her comments by saying that I would just text my mum to come and pick me up. Some random empty bus then just magically appeared in front of me. I got my phone and texted, “Dorothy, can you please come and pick me up?”. I thought to myself “who's Dorothy? I soon realised and corrected the text to “Dreamy WB, can you please come and pick me up?”.

Only then did the dream scene change to me being at home, seemingly on the weekend. My parents were having a mild argument about something, so I retreated to my bedroom to keep away. I pulled my phone out and saw this image of Dreamy WB in one of her more glamourous forms. I noticed though that my phone was on a really low battery percentage and so I had to change it soon or I would no longer have access to Dreamy WB.

I look at the battery percentage and it's ½... So apparently there's a percentage measure between 1 and 0 now. I go to the dining room and sacrifice my phone to plug into my laptop. Stop reading if your sensitive to puberty <<. The last scene of the dream shows that I have just started my period. I then wake up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: MON 18 SEP - 2017



Dream No. 197 - Lessons With Strangers

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was doing the TAFE diploma in my dream. I can't remember what the class specifically was on Monday morning... It was a mixture of communications and accounting theory. The teacher seemed very strict to start with. She did say to the class that she would treat us better if we could look after her daughter.

The dream scene then skipped to being outside somewhere, next to this Venice-like canal. Next to the canal, there was this purple, glowing-like figure in a glass capsule that resembled a baby. I said to myself “it's the teacher's daughter!”. I opened the capsule, took the baby out of it and started playing with her. I played for a while, trying to impress the teacher, who wasn't in this scene though.

Eventually, things started getting weird and the baby was starting to lose her purple glow. Some mysterious energy had pulled the baby in the canal and was slowly destroying it... Trying to drown it. Soon, the figure didn't resemble a baby and was rather all these mashed up cubes of weirdly coloured jelly. I ended up screaming “WB! The Baby! Don't worry about looking after me anymore... Get the baby!”. I then suddenly felt energy that was originally with me, starting to fade out. Then I look over to the dark, slimy canal and see the jelly have its purple glow return, with the figure slowly morphing back into a baby. Dreamy WB (still invisible) had directed the baby out of the canal and that's when the dream scene changed.

The dream scene was now in some computer lab on a Tuesday afternoon and a diploma MYOB class was taking place. SI wasn't teaching this year and so I thought we might have RH instead... That wasn't the case. I looked confused when this young looking Asian guy came into the room. I found out that we were having him and his name was Terrence. At first, I was concerned with the way he taught but eventually, I really liked his methods and personality.

The final scene of the dream gave an overview of all the subjects in the current diploma term. I found out that on Tuesday morning, we had a guy called Steve for law. The dream then showed the name of the teacher we had on Monday morning and it was some really long, European name that I can't remember. Also for the Monday morning subject, the dream showed that we were using mostly all this coloured craft paper for all our projects. The dream then ended.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: SUN 17 SEP - 2017



Dream No. 196 - Separated Sections

Dream 196 A - The Solution Is African Oil
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, all the adults in the house were really aggressive towards me, constantly shouting at me. My mum then pointed into my bedroom and told me to clean it all, especially the bottom of the bed that was coated in filthy stuff. For a while, I was just examining the muck in my bedroom while muttering curses at my attackers.

The dream then skipped to me driving by myself in my own car. I became stationary and suggested to myself that I call Dreamy WB on the phone, asking her to come over with her apparently famous “African Oil” to clean the bed slats. The dream ended before I touched the phone

Dream 196 B - Peachy Clones
I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, we were at this random house in an unknown area. Around the place, I would keep discovering variations of the Princess Peach action figure lying around the place... None of them had correct features to be the original one, for instance; no jewel on the dress, different hairstyle, different skirt length, no crown.

There started becoming other types of action figures too. There was one that resembled me but was wearing a Princess Daisy dress. Two of my brother's friends were outside and they were about to verse each other in some game of chess. One boy had a team comprising of different action figures but the other boy had a team of entirely Princess Peach, as there were so many of them.

Back inside the house, we were having a family meal when there was mention of a cultural get-together with our Croatian relatives. I recommended that they come here to Australia. The rest of the family didn't agree with me and insisted we go to Croatia. The dream scene changed to me, mum and grandma flying on the plane. We were going to stop at Singapore for more than a day but I protested due to all the high storey hotels.

We got to Singapore and no one was changing their minds. We eventually saw an accommodation place that was only a small, straw barn. There was a compartment in the barn for each of us. The dream then ended.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

I've been having a positively awful first few weeks of the semester. I think I was still in summer mode and then wham, all these assignments hit me and I wasn't quite prepared for it.

I've been forced to sacrifice a lot of sleep lately for the sake of grades, but I'm going to try really hard to do that as seldom as possible.

I did have one LD this past week. Unfortunately, I can't really remember what happened in it. But the one blessing of sleep deficits is REM rebound, so I've been taking advantage of that.

Last night I had a positively wonderful non-lucid dream. I met Amy Lee from Evanescence, who was performing at a house for a semi-private concert. We were in a basement, actually, but it was fancy and well-furnished. Tons of people there. I don't even remember if any of the other band members were there. But I actually got to talk to her, and she was very pleasant and kind. She sang, and her voice sounded amazing. After the concert, I got stuck in a mass of people and I was trying to find her in order to say goodbye to her. A friend of mine (who only existed in the dream, i.e. I have not met him in real life but in the dream he was somebody that I knew moderately well) asked me where I was going. I said, "I have to find Amy! I want to say goodbye to her!" He laughed good-naturedly and said "What, do you want to marry her or something?" xD It was like I was in elementary school again or something. And I said, honestly, "Yes, I would absolutely love that, but she's already married. I just want to say bye to her." He laughed again and let me go after that. I couldn't find her though, and then I woke up. The house was a duplex in a really nice neighborhood with some Gothic architecture and imagery, like ravens on the mailboxes. It was rather awesome, actually.

Super cool dream. I woke up very happy. It was a pleasant conclusion to a terrible week.

And I sound like such a "fanboy", ugh lol.

Work

First memory is eating a mcdonald's burger in the lounge and finding frozen fries in my burger.

It shifts to me working in kitchen. I become lucid randomly when I look away from someone and look back and what was a guy with brown hair is now blonde with a beard. "Never switch a switcher." I tell him and he laughs. Someone else is staring at me and I say it's a dream. I walk around the sandwich table and begin to lose the dream. To prolong the dream and incorporate more senses I pull a chicken nugget tray out and start eating nuggets. I can taste them but am able to eat them too fast. Kind of feels fake but it makes the dream more vivid.

I walk away and now I'm in a living room. I sit on a couch and stare at my hand. I begin counting my fingers and see weird fingers under my other fingers. My hand has a 3D landscape on it. I can see houses on my hand and people walking about. I am confused. Next part is hard to recall.

I'm in a house somewhere. I become lucid but forget what made me lucid. I begin to call out for asuka looking for her. I run into a guy that looks like the priest from the exorcist T.V show. I begin talking to him but he walks away from me not wanting to talk. I call out to Asuka again. Calling for her makes the dream shift. I'm outside at night and see something like a town hall. I look down and up and now the hall is gone and it's a house. I walk towards it. I jump and try to fly but can't stay in the air. when I land two people are standing on the lawn. I'm not sure who they are but they seem to know me. A man is standing beside a woman with black hair. she seems taller than usual and white. They call to me. I gaze into the woman's eyes because they look strange. The pupils and iris's roll and reveal another eye. I look at black spots on the whites of her eyes and looking close i can see lots of mini eyes. I tell her it looks kind of cool. she doesn't say anything and suddenly we are inside a house in a kitchen. I grab her body and hold it and say she feels nice. I then glance at the man but he is shorter and changes his face.

I'm wandering in a house suddenly by myself asking myself if it's a dream? I look at my hand quickly and they seem normal,I jump and float and now I'm lucid again. I grab onto the top of a door hinge while floating. I begin to look for asuka again but the dream fades.

This is from going over old notes and typing it up in a neater format months later.

September 29, 2017 to September 30, 2017.

I forgot these dreams at first, until I laid back down from trying to write them. Then, they came back to mind.

There was a part where no one wanted to hear my raps.

Turtle, turtle, turtle, who needed a bigger shell. I got him a new one from another organism that was blue. It had top and bottom segments you could take apart.

There was a magazine with an Egyptian thing in a stack of wicker baskets. Some kind of waiting room or lobby.

Going downstairs to play video game. It was a 3 player game. My friend G F as well as girls were there too. Something about a beige carpet. Months later, some dreams I don't see as clearly.

Then I wrote, trapped in a building. Couldn't get out. Brown doors. Some teacher guy?

As I write it, it comes to me!

A meeting with a guy with a big hat. Great memory!







This dream I remember vividly. There was a black centipede thing in this spider web. It was tremendous. I tried to grab a stick. It had sharp legs. It turned slowly out from its web thing to look at me. As it did this it seemed to grow. I turned to run away. As I ran, I felt very sluggish and slow, like I weighed a lot, or my legs were stuck to the ground. I felt stuck. I felt lots of fear that the big centipede monster would catch up to me and attack or something. This sense of running but being stuck in place triggered lucidity somehow. I think I realized I was dreaming and flew up. 5 months later, I can't quite remember exactly what happened. maybe the dream just jumped to a new scene. But it was one of my earlier lucid dreams and a cool way to get lucid. I know I flew later though and I think it had to do with this "spark" of lucidity.

Something with T S. Are you righty or lefty? A tear down his fathers eye. T S almost falling backwards down stairs. I had gone to where T S was to look for his father. I got the sense that his father didn't like me talking to him. T S wanted to learn to write. I think I wanted to help. T S is somewhere further along the autism spectrum but I always saw him as a whole and complete person. There was something with their family having library books on the table. I remember doing something with the pile of library books. I think this was a lucid part of the dream where I felt like I was being helpful.

I forgot if anything happened next. I found myself outside and flew into the air! One of my early lucid flying experiences. I flew up by kind of seeing the map beneath me zoom out. Like somehow imagining the ground beneath me getting smaller could make me fly. For a moment, my sister was with me. I was carrying her through the sky as I flew. I have had many lucid dreams where my sister appeared and I tried to help her with dreaming skills. So I made it so the back yard got very small. Then I saw its outline. Someone on the ground was yelling at me as I ascended higher and higher. I remember this was interesting to me as maybe it was a part of my consciousness afraid to go further into lucid dreaming. I still have a fear of flying in lucid dreams actually for various reasons. Either I think it will wake me up, or I think the dream police will come get me. It has been about 6 months now and I hope to move past that fear so I can enjoy flying in L D's. Flying in lucid dreams is probably symbolic and so part of my dream journey is to clear things that block me from flying freely.

One dream detail was something in a state park place. I don't remember more about this one.

I dreamed of my orange glasses. I kept dreaming that I couldn't find my Decibel Defense headset, and there was leaf blower noise. I think I remember this dream. I was at a desk in my room toward the end of the day.

Later in the dream, my phone kept changing to these blue port window things. Not the default Operating System. I kept feeling my physical body, then thinking, "No, stay in this dream." This happened on the time when we ate the blue things, too.

I guess there were more parts I forgot. Then I flew up into this attic loft. I was trying to summon a wummon. I was lucid. I tried twice to close my eyes and make her appear. I hadn't learned about thinking the person will be behind me or around the corner yet, so i was trying to make them appear in front of me. I noted that this was the same attic loft that I made the blue blocks turn into food and ate them.

There was also a bit about adding table sugar, which I never ear, to a batch of brown rice and beans, which I eat almost every day. I tasted it and worried, thinking I would have to throw out the batch, due to the sugar. That dream detail came to mind after I laid back down. I had a high success rate at the time with remembering a dream detail the next time I woke up if I fell asleep without writing it.

In the next "round of dreams", I didn't remember any at first. I knew I slept and I knew I dreamed though, so tried. I remembered that my friend A R was hammering trees with a metal spike pick.
There was a red You Tube button that fell off this wall near a ramp we were walking along. Something about we couldn't have it. It was like this red knob that fell down.

It seemed weird that I couldn't remember any of these dreams. Something with a guy from school who worked with computers. I wrote, "Something about boys?"

My sister's phone number had 3 extension digits after it.

We were at a sink and 2 girls were complaining about how much soap we were using. I said, I don't normally use that much, but it is really dirty. I had a tupperware and two sponges, one with Scotch Brite pad.

What happened during this dream recall was that it was around 7 in the morning. I was trying to recall the dreams as I sat in my chair. I think some time had already passed since waking up but I was able to keep digging back for one more detail, and another, by sort of hyper focusing on the visual of the last detail I got. Then others would pop up around it. I broke this one by answering the phone, and couldn't get back to it. Who knows what else I would have remembered! Every dream detail matters, and now, I definitely don't even turn the phone on at all until I have remembered my dreams in full.

Notes. That was exciting to go back through these. The story of remembering the dream is just as much a story as the dream itself.

I was in a classroom, a large one actually, the half of it was actually empty ,we sat on the front end , where the door was . The teacher was that old guy from my school , he teached physics back then , he was a cool guy.
And some classmates was screwing with him ,all of em looked like poor low class people, simple streefolks.
I wasnt paying too much attention to that. But then I just lost my pasta', I stood up and started to throw chairs and what else, screaming "die , all of you , you damn peasants, swaggers , sh******s, just dieeeee----"then i woke up cuz i knew somehow that im dreaming and was afraid that i may have been screaming in real life.

It felt good , with the last scream I started to release the anger, was like a very dense fluid going out from all the recesses of my body with very high pressure. It was amazing, but I ended it abruptly , unfortunately.

09.30.2017

A Hairy Situation (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a strange school where some of us are werewolves, though this fact is hidden from the non-werewolf students. One of my male classmates has gone through the Change for the first time, which is never fun. We have him locked in the Isolation Chamber for the time being. He should become rational enough to have a conversation with on the 2nd night of the Full Moon. For now, I go to check on him. He is a large biped type werewolf with dark fur. Completely feral, he smashes himself violently against the walls and doors in an attempt to escape. I'm thankful that the Chamber is reinforced so that he cannot get out and hurt someone. I'm also glad that I'm past being unable to control myself in wolf form...

I end up visiting another school where things are run a bit differently. I don't believe the werewolves are as commonplace here. There is one girl who I can tell is a werewolf, and I know that she suspects me of being one as well. I take great amusement in watching her "secretly" investigate me (she is quite obvious about it). She does not want me there. She doesn't like me at all, but I find myself quite smitten with her.

09.30.2017

Mirroring Innocence (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a classroom with my coworkers when we are harassed by a little ghost boy who is an envoy of a much greater, invisible, malignant spirit. He chases us all through the school, and the spirit follows with its mighty wrath. I remember at one point I'm holding the door closed with my body, and the spirit slams it open with a blast of energy, knocking me clear across the room.

09.29.2017

Swamp Witch (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've retrieved a mushroom-shaped piece of wood from the forgotten portion of my dream directly before this. It must go at the center of the Sleeping Pond. The pond is shallow right now; shallow enough to touch the bottom with my hands even at the deepest part. I sense it is not a good idea to touch the water for too long, however.

I use a log to cross to the center of the pond, where I place the wooden mushroom and then quickly walk back to shore. I'm left feeling accomplished yet drained of energy.

There is a witch/swamp creature here who tries to lure people into the pond to sleep before doing who knows what with them. She is disguised as a beautiful lady. I'm trying to warn people about her, but she convinces everyone that I'm wrong. Either way, I do enjoy talking to her...

My little sister (who does not exist in waking life) walks out onto the log and lays down on it. The Swamp Witch walks on the water toward her. The pond is much deeper now, with large neon-green tentacles writhing up out of the water. The log my sister is on flips over, dumping her into the murky depths. I talk the witch into helping me fish her back out.

I had a dream where me, M, and someone else was making the last song of my new album. I was trying to go for that Cassandra Gemini sound. I remember I did the vocals and composed the song overall an M did the drums. I think the other guy was doing all the other instruments, but I'm not sure. The teacher then told us to go into the locker room. Strangely enough, M went into the boy's locker room with me and kind of just stuffed herself into a locker with another girl who I accidentally bumped her head with the locker door. I then saw someone promoting this "child prodigy" of singing. This kid had almost NO range I swear. This most likely symbolizes where pop music is going at the moment.

[10:03:37] <gab> in a dream few days ago, I was falling asleep, and another person was watching me, she started asking me questions and I was replying with "mhm" . She said "oh, that's what you meant by being awake while asleep"

[09:56:34] <gab> I have a toothache, and had one in a dream too, doctor came and wanted to give me a shot for pain, but I ran away
[09:56:50] <gab> while thinking what an idiot I am, he was trying to help and I didn't take it

[09:57:22] <gab> oh yeah, forgot to say, that I'm putting off going to the dentist in waking life

Morning of September 29, 2017. Friday.



My dream self decides to rob a bank. My conscious self is partially extant in having memory of my marriage and family, though I also seem much younger physically and mentally, by several years before I was married.

I go into a bank. I have a revolver, but I never use it. I calmly sit down at a desk where an unfamiliar female is working. I give her a note that tells her to give me all the money. She calmly seems to begin to get some together and does not seem frightened.

At one point, the bank manager, an unfamiliar male, walks into the room from my left. He stands for a short time watching us but does not seem to suspect anything.

Eventually, the female hands me a large envelope. I take it and leave. I decide to become invisible, though I also phase through the wall of the bank in case there is security at the entrance. I fly around for several minutes, still maintaining invisibility. (This of course is non-lucid dream control. My subconscious self does not know I am dreaming, but a subliminal thread of my conscious self does.)

I end up at Marilyn’s house (Marilyn is an older half-sister on my mother’s side), except that I do not recall that she had died and she appears as she did in the 1980s. It is also not her house (as in America) as in real life but a variation of the Barolin Street house in Australia where Zsuzsanna and I and our family last lived. There also seem to be some elements of Evelyn’s house of which I last visited in real life at age five.

I think I see a police car stop in front of the house, though the top of the car soon seems to have some sort of metal part like a luggage rack rather than a police car’s strobe light device. At least five men, all of whom look exactly alike and are wearing some sort of yellowish-brown uniform, come into the house. I decide to hide in the basement via the trapdoor in the bathroom (though the Barolin Street house did not have a basement, this feature based on the Loomis Street house) but I soon change my mind when I see they are just visiting my relatives.

I open the large packet that I was given at the bank. I first seem to see colorful foreign money, but then I realize there is no money in the packet. There are a few documents. There are a few pieces of paper with poetry about family. There are also a number of small transparent packets of herbs which she apparently thought would benefit me. One of the packets apparently contains alfalfa, yet it actually says “alpaca” on the label. I puzzle over this until my dream fades.

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On holiday, I woke laying on the floor of a dark cramped room. I was determined to get up early and go jogging (which is often my intention on holiday, to go before it gets to hot).
I was sleepy in the dream, which is something I haven't often experienced. S&P were in the room. I had to find my running shoes, but searching through the pile I could not find them, only a cloth pair (like vans) most unsuitable. It was really dark outside, raining and muddy. I remembered has muddy it was by remembering a recent dream where I had gone through a muddy stretch of path. Woke up.


Notes: Another dream about jogging, which I look forward to be doing again sometime. As I injured myself in the summer and had trouble just walking for a while.

I was really pleased with myself that I remembered to keep my eyes shut each time I woke in the night (I am trying to catch a false wakeup). Lots of wbtb attempts.

Got lucid, went outside. It was overcast, cold and raining so I sit on my porch in a half-lotus position and attempt to meditate like I intended. It felt weird. The dream didn't get any more vivid. In any case, the lucid part of the dream ended after like 30 seconds and it was non-lucid randomness about being a japanese salaryman from there.

I had a dream last night where I was leaving J's house and said the word hell, which i'm sure is allowed at his house. Nonetheless, I heard his mom say "did he just say HELL?" and then his entire family want insane towards each other. After that, J came to me to devise a plan to get her to calm down. A bit overkill, but I agreed to the plan. The plan involved giving her medication that makes her forget a set amount of time. This worked, and after a few seconds of the treatment, she said something like "where am I?" Overall, the plan worked, but it was DEFINITELY overkill.