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20 Aug 17. Non-lucid.

I was hosting another house party, yet the area was larger. There were more couches, end tables, sectionals, enjoying catering and drinking with guests. Ended up smoking in the backyard with a few other people, yet again it appeared larger. I ended up feeling very dissatisfied with the living room as they layout changed. Smoked indoors, on the couches, felt stupid like I was making bad decisions. Upstairs my ‘boss’ was there, ducking to avoid him as I held a lit cigarette IN THE HOUSE (Shame on me). Eventually the cops ended up coming, no idea why. Something something along the lines of “laundering the law”? Running away from them at night, they let loose the dogs. I’m jumping fences alongside some strangers, getting bitten and nibbled. Carrying one of my buddies(?), a pitbull jumps up to nip my face and I instinctively try to pet him. I was caught, probably from a neighbor then dragged into a strange house.

VERY NSFW dream occurred, involving a close friend and a transvestite. Escaped, some panting along the lines of “let’s never do that again.” Ended up contemplating that I’ll never be able to return to the new house that I just leased again and furnished.

It's been a while but i have another dream to share.

Me and my family are outside, Christmas eve. My parents just returned from last minute shopping for my little brother's presents. I notice a Bionicle laying on the porch next to one of the bags. My parents are looking directlyup and I follow their gaze skyward. The night sky is a very deep dark red. Like cherry dr pepper. The moon is huge. Covering about 60% of the sky. As i stare i see the small dots of Venus and mars wizing through the sky eventually ending up behind the moon. I remember hearing "The stars align." from my dad.

The next thing I know these green orbs about the size of a car, descend from the sky they have even larger ornate golden rings around them. We are filled with fear and all scramble around the porch, not quite sure what to do. I scream at it, "demon". I hear similar accusations and questions from behind me. Only my dad seems able to hear it. "Now thats a good question?" he seems to parrot. The orb floats about ten ft higher in the air. And seems to ring itself out like a mop, similar smaller orbs, about the size of nickles rain from it like a water fall. and approach us like a torrent. We panic, and my little brother emerges from the house to see what is the matter. An orb flys into his mouth. And green eyes replace his normally blue ones. A smile stretches across his face.
I scream and drag him inside. I punch him, not knowing at all what to do, demanding it to get out of him. eventually after physical abuse does nothing, not even leaving a bruise on his possessed form. I drop to my knees and beg for the lord's intervention, pleading for his help in riding my brother of this possession. Each prayer that goes unanswered is met with a new, more frantic one. By the end i'm crying and begging.

And I wake up. It disturbed me greatly so I figured I'd put it ōn my dream Journal. thanks for reading.

Quite forgotten…

ANYWAYS back to dream journaling

Monday August 21st 2017
Why not make it happen?

On the first dream was waiting outside of a big house, when I became lucid and decided to try something different. Not sure where exactly I was but wanted to explore like always. Started with the big house as soon as I could figure out how to open the damn door and then went in.
Inside, could see how the sun would flare on the room, literally. It started to burn my clothes so made them a part of myself and went through like normal, why would this place have so much defense? Use Scan and discover that down below there is some kind of city.
Teleport to the entrance, which is an abyss as big as a small country, jump down and start seeing that as I go down, will see several floors throughout the place filled with different species of cretures.
Kept going down for a few seconds before I got to the lowest part. Just as I got down, some couple of guardians came over to my place, one punched me against the wall and the other one tried to set me on fire. They were expecting me to die I guess, since all they did was move to the other side and give me their back.
Waive my hand their way and let a short solar flare go through them and the last floor, effectively destroying over half the floor. End up going further and getting threatened and feared at the same time, so they did not dare to attack me anymore and instead gave me a tour. A nice demon lady was the one to lead the way, and I was just laughing myself out while working on it.

Last night I only remembered one dream. I need to remember to lay in bed a few minutes after waking and take notes, instead of just browsing the Internet before getting up.

I had a dream that I was on Reddit, and I was told by the website that I couldn't upvote any more posts for the day, because I had gone over an apparent "quota" of upvotes. I was on Reddit before going to sleep, and upvoted quite a few posts, so I suppose that's what influenced it.

Sundays really should be my best day, since I usually end up getting the most sleep. Oh well. Here's to another week! ^_^

I was in a building that was built around a tree. I was on the first floor and for some reason decided to go downstairs. There were some people down there and they were bad (I somehow knew they were bad). I went to go back upstairs but three of them blocked my path. They stuck out their tongue which were really long in fact their tongues were almost as long as each of them were tall (the people were about 5ft 8in). They all were trying to touch me with their tongues which I did not want so knowing that it was a dream I created a force field so they could not touch me. I got to the stairs which somehow became a ladder and climbed up it. When I reached the first floor where I just was I tried to push the ladder away from the first floor so the bad people could not follow me. I then used my mind to make the bad people forget that they saw me and go back downstairs. Which was somehow I knew was a place the bad people would stay. A DC (dream character) saw this and asked how I managed to get away from them (the bad people). I responded that I got away by dreaming myself away. The DC responded that only Dreamers could do that. To which I said I am a dreamer. The DC replied "you don't look like a dreamer". To which I said "yes I know probably because I imaged that whenever I dream would look like a DC". The DC didn't believe me and asked me to prove that I was a dreamer. I made an object appear out of thin air and said " see a DC couldn't do that". To which the DC said "no, no they can't" and suddenly seemed a little to interested in me. It was then he asked that I showed him what I really look like. I said no and woke up.

August 20 3am-10am
Old home, talking with a guy who is trying to catch a bunch of thieves. The poor guy, who had some sort of white armour on and a short dark brown hair cut ruffled off to the side as though he just woke up, had been working at trying to catch these people for a while. The story he said was that the come out to thieve at night and then a dawn they manage to rush into this forested area and just disappear. It seemed to stump him how they could just be gone that fast, it amazed me that he only had around two people guarding the forest stretch that lead up a mountain. Anyway, I manage to slip past him and head into the forest where I saw an owl flying toward; after a brief bout of walking around aimlessly, I get a feeling that they are shapeshifters that turn into owls to hide in the woods. After this unique thought I see a brief owl and return home. At home I eat with my mom and the guy trying to catch the thieves, but something happens and I run outside into the night. Run toward the forest and as I jump up to fly, I do fly but slowly and with my arms flapping as wings. He chases after me and I fly up more until I turn into an owl and fly around in circles. Then as I glide around his attempts to catch me, I finally swoop down low and head to the forest. Once safe in the trees I understood now what the thieves did. They stole and then changed into owls to fly into the forest, only active at night so it wouldn't be seen as suspicious and only going out a few at a time. After realizing this I flew down to see the guard noticing a house, which I also thought odd. But it was a small one, a hut at best. He went inside and I gently nudged the door closed before flying off to my home.

　Back at my old home? at night and getting ready for bed with a little dwarf friend. It's a single bed with light sheets but a dark blanket and at the bedside that's near the wall, sits a crib with a fake baby tucked into the white sheets. I mention somethibg about not having a baby but the fake one would do just as well, my emotions or rather expressions of emotioms are more akin to a child and my friend seems not to notice or maybe it's a welcoming relief for him to see me in such a carefree mood; because mostly in waking life, I'm just fine and really nothing more. After my friend leaves I pick up a small book and read a story about The Goblin King, in this story it is referenced that he uses fangs and I quickly shut the book as I verbally deny he's a vampire or even related to that. With that out of the way, I get settled into bed more and lay on my left side to face the crib; there is also a window above the crib that gives a view of my old home, my room, window view.
　Out side of old home, just basking in the sunlight, I then gain a bit of control over my actions and jump up to fly. I flap my arms for wings and lift off the ground slowly as usual, then I realize I'm dreaming and I decide I want to reach the sky faster so I change to a superman style. This doesn't really go that past but it was fun to try, I end up on a roof.

For as long as I can remember I have been dealing with abuse from my father and his girlfriend, I left home about a month ago because I was feeling extremely depressed and Sucidel , since I've left the transition has not been easy I go some days without sleeping, sometimes I don't even going out in fear of seeing them , the first two weeks away I had a dream that my father was chasing me down with a gun, that's all I remember and I woke up out my sleep crying and scared and than today I stayed up until six AM and woke up at seven because of another nightmare simular to the one I had before except this in it was him and two other people he is associated with , basically everyone was trying to stab me it sounds crazy but it is what it is , I woke up crying again .

Morning of August 20, 2017. Sunday.



In my dream, there is an unfamiliar library I go to, which takes the place of where the King Cinema had been in real life. I am also living at the King Street mansion (boarding house) not as I was years ago in reality, but with my family as we appear now.

My dream starts with me leaving the apartment. I walk westerly down King Street. The library is only a few blocks away. I am carrying, in a backpack, a computer keyboard, a flat monitor, and two small unknown devices (each about the size of an iPhone but thicker and one with a curved bottom) related to computer technology which apparently store data and may be additionally used for other purposes.

In the library, I delete a list of URLs, one at a time, from one device for the purpose of clearing memory. I sit at a small table near the left end of one row of shelves. I do not question why the computer keyboard and monitor are all I have (with the two other small devices) to apparently do some work on my computer.

Water begins to drip from various areas of the library’s ceiling. I become annoyed, because one of the devices I am looking at goes blank and the screen is apparently ruined by water. An unfamiliar young female librarian assures me that it will work normally again when it dries. She pushes against me a bit from behind and I am slightly annoyed by this, as it makes it more difficult to type freely.

It starts to rain more and more inside the library. I tell them that buildings in Australia sure leak a lot, adding how where my family lives now has leaks, a few near the foot of our bed. I compare them to the houses I lived in in America. This is very flawed dream-self memory as usual, as the setting is implied to be in America. Somehow, even though I perceive that I “still” live in America on King Street, I am also seemingly aware of where we live now (in referring to the leaks in our present home). There is no way to consciously resolve this distortion, as, when I leave the library near the end of my dream, I am walking easterly back towards the King Street mansion (in America) in the rain, yet with the feeling I am in Australia. There is no aspect of bilocation of the two buildings, so it is just some sort of oddly skewed parallel thinking that only the dream self can maintain.

I decide to move to another location and sit down on the floor in an informal meditation position. It is closer to one corner near the main entrance. There is a male to my right who reminds me of classmate Bill W. All three of my devices with screens eventually become ruined. Bill talks to me a bit about some sort of research. Several other people are around, a few even reading books in the indoor rain.

I rub the surface of one of the devices. The screen is more like transparent glass by this point. Inside the device, which seems somewhat hollow, I see pieces of leaves and a few small stones and sand that I consider somehow got inside over the past few minutes. I am annoyed that I will apparently have to buy new computer devices.

I realize that, even though I am wearing a long-sleeved sweater (which goes down a bit below my waist), I do not have any pants on. I also have no shoes and am only wearing dark socks. The fact I do not have shoes annoys me more than not having any pants on, since I do not like the idea of walking on a cold wet granular sidewalk with only socks on. I ask Bill if I had come into the library with shoes on, though he seems not to know, and I am uncertain if I did.

Eventually, I leave the library to go home. I am firstly walking, then I start running in an exaggerated manner. My “running” becomes stranger, similar to the movement of The Spirit in the 2008 movie when he runs on the telephone wires. (We saw this movie just prior to my dream.) It feels like I am kicking sand out from the back of my feet as I am oddly moving along. Eventually, I reach the King Street boarding house, and there are some more dream elements, though which become abstract.

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Raining indoors is a sort of forced symbolism based on the dream state itself, biologically related to a process that occurs during sleep (which I have described more fully in other entries). The library represents potential for conscious self awareness (and critical thinking skills), but the circadian rhythms factor holds my dream in the deeper phase. Being undressed in public, which is a subliminal dream-state indicator (as I do not wear clothes when sleeping) has rarely bothered me. (In fact, I am more embarrassed in some dreams when wearing clothes, as in real life, I do not like to be seen as wearing clothes in bed.) It is no coincidence that I am often undressed in public in a library, as these are two common dream-state indicators (dream signs) for me, especially as in sensual lucid dreams, when I deliberately initiate this situation. (This is additionally validated by the library being where the movie theater was in real life, a movie theater otherwise symbolizing subliminal acknowledgement of the dream state.) The association with “The Spirit” movie, where he runs on telephone wires, even though I am on the sidewalk in my dream, is based on increasing neural energy and communication between different layers of consciousness during the waking transition.

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Morning of August 20, 2017. Sunday.



I am in the middle room on the east side of the King Street mansion (where I have not been in real life in over twenty years). It is not known if I am living there though, as there is an unknown male in the bed, which is out from the east wall. It seems to be late at night.

I am aware of a supposed haunting, but there is no concern or fear of any kind. In fact, I make sarcastic remarks to the unseen ghost and screech several times. After time passes, the unseen ghost screeches louder than me. The unknown male and I are somewhat amused.

Still, I am trying to get the ghost to show itself. The room has a fictional feature. There is a closet to the left of the door, but this feature would not be possible in real life as there is a hall directly behind that wall. At one point, the landlady looks in to see what is going on.

There are two small wooden shelves near the top of the closet. The ghost seems to be on the top shelf. I see signs of it a few times, but just a little.

Two unknown girls come into the room. One reminds me of Linda Cardellini as Velma from 2002’s “Scooby-Doo” and the other, Annie Potts as Janine Melnitz from 1984’s “Ghostbusters”. Both are to my left, Linda being closer.

I tell them to watch as I bring the ghost out from hiding by commanding it to appear. On the left of the upper closet shelf, a small circle of white material appears. Time passes, and the “ghost” emerges. It looks like a series of small balls covered with a handkerchief as it moves down to the bottom shelf and moves to the right somewhat like a caterpillar in a sort of undulating motion.

Linda makes a comment about it possibly being a “flaw in the film” as if we were watching a movie instead of a real feature in the room. My dream fades from this point.

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Zsuzsanna and I watched “Ghosts of Darkness” (2017) last night, where a main scene involved two men watching a door to a closet and attempting to expel a large demon from an old mansion. This enjoyable comedic dream is all that resulted. There have been a number of other dreams where dream characters talked about dreams or features or events in a dream as if they were movies. I find this very interesting, as it may be a thread of my conscious self expressing this major sentiment about dreams through another dream character, especially as it is usually said near the end of a dream. A movie theater or stage has also been a subliminal dream-state indicator in a number of my dreams.

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1am-8:11am
Somewhere near current home forest, two guys and mom and dave. They had guns, I took one and shot it. They were like ha that went far and then they didn't like it, so I ran behind mom and she moved and I ran behind D but he moved. I ran back to the house and went upstairs to sit on my bed, C was on his computer when I passed him. I kept saving somehow on my phone and more than once I was close to being shot at, nobody seemed to be defending me as usual. So finally after reloading and trying to shrug it off, I realized they wanted me dead. This time I told D to tell them I'd kill myself, this seemed acceptable and they tossed a gun up to me and left. I was scared and wanted nothing more than to run away, but I decided this was what they wanted. But after actually trying once more to shoot it, by aiming at on of them when he had his back turned. I found that it wasn't loaded and they knew it. The other guy tried aiming at me with a rifle and I backed up, I was afraid. As I said I just had to message my best friend first to say hi and then bye, I found that I could only get on youtube. A first person video showed some sweets and I longingly reached for what I'd miss, as I did I understood I wasn't afraid of dying but rather losing my memories. Strangely though as my finger touched the screen, they touched the sweets and almost tipped the small dish into my world through the phone. I grabbed one and was so amazed that this was happening, I opened a bag of what was supposed to be chips and found a toy frog, and two toy geckos. I lifted the frog out of the bag and it came alive, I was so amazed that I had C come over here to look. He was less amazed but still realised how cool it was, then I put it back in the bag and it turned fake again. I did it with the geckos but they never turned back and I had to roll up the bag. This newfound power sparked something in me though, I figured if I could do this then I could go through the screen to the other side. So I called out my idea to the guys wanting to kill me and they seemed to figure it was alright. I said I'd be an entirely new person, but what I actually was thinking of was living with my best friend. So then I had to message her and get a picture, she had already sent one of three girls and a setting. I knew I just needed the setting, so I then saw she linked a photo of her in youtube comments but I couldn't see it. I didn't even know if it would work but I knew I had to set some rules straight, first of all I told my brother my phone had to be unused after my departure and actually that you should give it mom and let her destroy it with a hammer. One of the guys came in and asked if that was really necessary, greedy fuck, he wanted to keep the phone. But I insisted, saying it was like a way of trapping the soul and I guess I didn't want to walk back out again somehow. So then he gets up here and starts sifting through my stuff, looking at stuff in my drawing notebooks. I want to say I stopped drawing cause I wasn't very good at it, but at glance to the drawings and I decided that was bullshit. I saw drawings I'd never done before in real life and at that moment I only slightly noticed it. So the dream ends with me waiting on a message from my best friend and feeling glad I'll be able to be nearer to her.

DREAM DETAILS:
　At the start, mom is making popcorn in a dim kitchen and it's very early morning. She has candy as well and we're going to watch a movie, but we never get to start it because outside catches our attention and we come across he men in the forest nearby.
　The men wore dark clothes that complimented their short dark hair and broad shoulders. All three were male and tall, though only two came after me.
　The first person view for the youtube video with sweets had the view of a woman sitting down, she was light skinned and crossing one leg over the other. By the look of her her legs she seemed thin but her thighs looked big under her pencil skirt. She wore heels and the room around her looked like a child inhabited it, pink walls and lush fluffy rugs. Shelves around the middle of the wall and all around the room filled with toys, panning to the right, I see a lady leaning down to look at the viewer and then we look down and see the candies looking like red drops, in a glass dish on a table to our right.
　In the youtube comments, my best friend says "look at a picture of me an sax". I wrongly interpreted it for a minute and then saw the the border above her comment which should have contained an image did not have anything except a slightly grey fuzziness like a tv.

Okay, last night has some hazy memories. I've also had a decent amount of dream recall throughout the week, and wrote it in my paper journal but forgot to get my notes on here. Right now, due to time constraints, I'm just going to write last night's.

Dream Fragment 1: I'm sitting next to Rihanna inside of a room, and Wild Thoughts is playing in the background. I talk to her, but I don't remember what about.

Dream 2: My brother and I are traveling back from some event late at night. We are walking in the wilderness with a little bit of civilization around us -- like the occasional building or large home here and there. Eventually, we come to a road, and we see the headlights of a car. I cross quickly, but my brother doesn't chance it. For some reason, I run back to him just before the car whizzes by. Then, after the car passes, we cross and see my uncle. There are boulders, plants, and a river. A pretty lady in a blue dress (I think? or blouse?) is running away from him. No idea why. She was scared of him for some reason.

Hallucination: Despite not being sleep paralyzed, a few seconds after awakening this morning, I was sitting in bed and it was still kinda dark. I saw a shadowy figure. She looked female with a plain red and white dress, but I couldn't tell for sure. I practically jumped out of my skin until I realized it was just a hallucination since I had just woken up. Still weird though because I wasn't paralyzed at all. Then she vanished. In retrospect, it was really cool!

IRL, school starts up again in a few weeks. This is going to be an intense semester as usual. Nonetheless, I'm going to try and get enough sleep and dream as much as I can.

Morning of August 19, 2017. Saturday.



I am in an ambiguous new composite setting (as all dream settings are one-of-a-kind since early childhood), which seems to align the front (northernmost) room where I use my computer (at our present address) with the Cubitis southwest bedroom (so that the main north windows from our present address are directly associated with the Cubitis southwest bedroom’s south windows, though also present are that bedroom’s west windows as defined easterly, which otherwise have no association with our present address). It does not have the usual essence of bilocation, only an unusual atypical blended association and awareness.

There are threads of liminal dream state awareness but no active lucidity from my dream self’s viewpoint. Zsuzsanna is present at times. In the main scene, it seems to be late at night.

I had been going through, in my mind, a set of patterns relating to the dream state. I consider how certain rules or symbolism has remained the same all my life. There are three main ones I had been writing about, but I do not recall what they were, though I think one was specifically related to directional orientation regarding dream features.

I am in the room and a cardboard box containing some of my older dream journals is present on the floor. There does not seem to be the presence of other discernible features. The top of the box is partly open. As I turn to face the windows, I vividly feel a cold wind flow over my back and I am aware it has somehow come from the open cardboard box. I am puzzled and consider that the wind should have come into the room from the windows, though I still consider closing the box more securely. I remain puzzled, standing in the semidarkness, and slowly wake. (In real life, it was very windy outside at the time. The sound probably altered the rendering of my dream in an illogical way as has happened many times before with environmental sounds, body position, movements, and tactile sensations. In this case, my dream self was looking out the window vaguely aware of the sound of wind, while my real physical body probably simultaneously felt a cool spot on my back unrelated to wind.)

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Early evening of August 19, 2017. Saturday.



I am in an unknown residence but my dream self does not perceive it as unknown. My mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is present and appearing as she was in the early 1970s. It seems I am only a boy, perhaps around thirteen. Still, I am working with a computer (and of course I had no home computer at that age in the 1970s).

A relative (Valerie) comes up near the left of the table as I am typing and says something I do not fully hear. She goes very close to the left side of the computer monitor. After a short time, I see that the headphone jack has pulled out and I have a false memory that it was a very sensitive (easily wrecked) setup. I tell her to go away as I then try to fix it. She yells at her father (David) that every time she listens to him, she gets into trouble. Apparently, she had been relaying something he had said. (The presence of these two characters is illogical, implying a completely different time period than the other characters).

I become very frustrated as I am trying to work out how to get the jack and socket to work again. The original headphone jack is of the small size, with an adapter of a large jack size fitting over it before going into the socket on the left side of the computer monitor. (This is an unfamliar setup never used in reality.) A few times I think I have it as it should be to work, but pieces come apart and the wires do not touch. There is one point where the smaller jack is just a singular loose tiny cylinder. I notice a number of jacks and socket rings on the table. The ones I need to more conveniently push it all together do not seem to be present.

I become so annoyed I say that I am about to throw the computer away and give up on everything (and not work with computers again). My mother looks on.

Soon, I feel vivid touches on my left shoulder and top of my head, as if someone is trying to comfort me as I sit near the table. I look up and see a large chubby and unrealistically bizarre female face grinning at me. I recognize her as a former classmate (Laurie P) who I never talked to much, though she has darker hair in my dream.

“Oh no, get away from me you horrid ugly…” I say clearly. I am not sure if I have even offended her. She slowly leaves the table without seeming upset. I consider that many other schoolmates may no longer be friendly towards me if they hear of my behavior, but I am not that concerned about it. (There is a vague thought of being unfriended by some of them on Facebook, but this makes no sense in light of the time period I perceive myself in.)

I eventually seem to have most of the small parts together, but it may not work. Still, I put the jack back into the replaced socket. Bare wires are still everywhere. As I sit down, I sense movement to my left. I end up punching someone in the left cheek with my right fist. The sense of touch and momentum is very realistic. It turns out to be a young version of Sam M, another schoolmate. I immediately apologize, saying that I thought he was David (another schoolmate, not the David mentioned earlier). I mention how I thought he might have been drinking and Sam says that David is sitting in another area of the large room and had in fact been drinking.

Sam seems to be doing something with my left arm, apparently some sort of medical attention, though I do not recall hurting it. (He seems an odd composite of child and man.) I tell Sam that I hope my punch does not leave a mark. That part of his face is only slightly red. Meanwhile, I notice that my computer monitor’s speakers are hissing but additionally, the normal audio seems to be coming out of both the headphones (on the table) and the computer speakers. (This is due to subliminal awareness of real sound, as our television is on in the next room.)

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Attempting to fix the jack and socket relate to subliminally trying to achieve consciousness by increasing neural activity while in the dream state. Sam’s attention to my left arm relates to the fact that it had a slight ache from having slept on it up to this point (which I am not aware of while still in my dream).

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It is the purpose of the preconscious to wake the dreamer or at least bring attention to the nature of the dream state in real time. Sometimes the preconscious is rendered as a snake to more quickly wake the dreamer with more emotion (such as when my arm has gone numb or is getting pins and needles, though was also a cobra biting my thumb in a dream when I was having pain in my thumb from surgery). There may be other factors, as the preconscious is not always personified as in this dream (Sam). The fact that I am in a dream in early evening likely explains why the preconscious is not as dominant in this case, as I had not entered a longer sleep cycle. (The first appearance as Laurie did not create enough emotion to rise from the dream state. Even my punching Sam in the face only initiated the augmentation of physical awareness to a greater extent and with additional perception of momentum, but it began the needed transition as he doctored my arm.)

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Created Friday 18 August 2017

Wow, almost two months since my last log. I'll be sure to pay heed to my previous reminder about posting here... Anyway, I'd a bunch of things to note today. Of these, I think I'll only post one of two LD's and skip the fragments entirely; the latter stuff is mostly inconsequential, and as for the ommitted LD... Eheheh, reckon that'll stay with me, maybe.

Dream 2 - The Orange Road

The visuals were bright but a bit strained. I was in the urbanized streets of a moderately developed country at dawn, the construction in the area dated, but not deplorable. After turning a corner, I gained awareness. In my excitement, I floated around for a bit, but immediately stopped when I saw destabilization. Took a moment to calm down and focus on the environment. I then sprinted and, after gaining enough speed, tried flying again. This time, I could only hover a few feet off the ground, and only momentarily. Next, I kicked myself off a nearby building's wall, from which I leaped all the way across the road. Noticed music was sounding in the background, the Sewer Surfing theme from TMNT - Turtles in Time, to be exact.

I then ran down an inclined sidewalk. Found myself in a more arborous place. Spectacularly, the street itself was paved from a vibrant orange stone. After hand-rubbing, I recalled the TOTMs. My immediate thought was to try the blue moon again, but debated the conditions to try that. So I resorted to the taste task. With minimal regard, I grabbed my shirt and licked it. There was, of course, no discernible taste, though from my tongue's sensation, I could at least note a polyester mesh fabric.

All well and good, but I thought I could do better. I turned my sight to a nearby chain link fence, warped and torn in certain points by overgrowth. So, I lowered head for a better look, only to get suddenly held back. Cue instant destabilization, and the dream ends.

Media Reference: TMNT - Turtles in Time - Sewer Surfin'

2017, 08-18

Game of Dreams - Oceans of Green

Daenerys: I am outside on a beautiful sunny day, and I am riding a beautiful horse. There is a vast valley stretched out for me. It is completely filled with green grass. The grass is waving, making it look like an ocean. There are some people with me. One of them is a knight. He is talking about the grassy valley. He says right now it’s all green, but there are times of the year when it is in bloom. He says this grass blooms with a bright red flowers. I am thinking about how beautiful that must be, when the knight goes and ruins it by comparing it to a field of blood. I give him a sideways glance, wondering why he had to make that comparison. He goes on to say there are other kinds of grass mixed in with the blood grass, and those grasses bloom in so many different colors it looks like a rainbow. He says there's a kind called ghost grass that is semitransparent, and it murderers all other grasses. I don't really care to hear about homicidal grass.

I kind of want to go off on my own for a while. I tell the knight that I would like to have a few moments alone. I tell him to have the others to stay behind for now. He says he will tell them. I ride my horse out in the grassy fields. The grass is much taller than I realized. It's almost up to my horse’s belly. I get the urge to go down into the grass. I see some color down there, some pretty flowers I want to see closer. So I climb off my horse and get down in the grass to look at the flowers. They are very pretty little blue flowers that smell very sweet. I hear birds singing in the surrounding grass. I wonder what other animals might live out there.

The peace is disturbed when I hear some loud argument from back on the top of the ridge. After the yelling which I can't quite tell what was said, I hear hoof beats. Apparently someone didn't feel like staying put. The rider appears and pulls up on the reins a bit too quickly and as for rears up and throws him off. I laugh as he lands on his ass. It is amusing. I see that the writer is my asshole brother. He's being an asshole again. He is pissed. He asks how I dare give him a command. I think he is taking this much too seriously. I just wanted to be alone for a bit. He comes over closer to me and starts being a pervert. He put his hand up under my vest, and pinches my breast. That is annoying. I push him away for me and tell him to cut that out. He falls back on his ass. He glares at me. He gets up looking angrier than ever. He says he thought we had that cleared up, that if I ever dared to oppose him again he would seriously hurt me. I tell him if he wants to try, go head and bring it on. He gets back up and starts to come at me.

I am about to give him a kick to his family jewels when he gets suddenly pulled back. I look and I see that he now has a whip wrapped around his neck. He is pulling at the whip with his hands, and having trouble breathing. There is one of the people that had been with me on the top of the ridge, he is on a horse and has his whip around my asshole brother's neck. He asked a question in a foreign language. The knight has caught up to us now, and he translates. The man with the whip is asking if he should kill my brother. I told him no, don't kill him. The knight translates. The man askes another question. The knight again translates. This time the man has asked if he should remove one of my brother’s ears to make him remember his error. I say no, don't hurt him. The knight translates. The man removes the whip from around my brother’s neck. My brother chokes and gags as he tries to catch his breath.

I look around and see that my brother's horse has wandered off. I figure that doesn't matter. He can walk back, I don’t feel like finding his horse. The other people on horses find that amusing. My brother acts like a child. He sits down on the ground and refuses to move. I tell the others that if he wants to sit there and sulk like a child, let him. I get back up on my horse, and all of us start heading back up to the top of the ridge where the rest of our huge group is. So far my asshole brother is not moving. I lose sight of him. I wonder out loud if he could get lost out there. The knight says that there's no way you can get lost. He says our group is leaving a path like a highway. I find the idea that our groups passing is causing that much distraction to be sad. I rejoin my husband on the top of the ridge and we start moving out. And then I wake up.