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August 2nd 1:00am-9:30am
So, in my old room at night and I'm all like damn loopy and talking about sex. Mom decides it's time I finally had physical contact, she mentions a guy and having a kid so I start sulking again. But in the next morning we are outside, she has me cuddle a little yellow chick and walk across and unbalanced surface. Once I seem unenthusiastic about this training and manage to break the unbalanced stone training area, she decides it's time I went out to use my skills and get a guy.

The next scene is me in a house with a super cute and gorgeous girl named Daine. Her hair is auburn and her skin is peachy but a bit tanned, her hair is also wavy and medium length or just past shoulders. I think her eyes are brown or a dark green, definitely not blue. She is busty and a hold a bit of weight on her, but she also has muscle to counteract that. So she tells me a story of a past love while I'm going down on her and in the background near the house I can hear my mother questioning my choice of a female. After Daine finishes her story which took awhile through pauses and making other noises, though I had a feeling I wasn't that good but was willing to get better for her. Then it was my turn! and so we had a pillow fight.

Somehow the area had changed inbetween that time to someplace at night and looking up at tall modern buildings. We sat down infront of one and talked about Gary Oldman and how if we could go back in time, we'd work our butts off to get to the top and have a chance at marrying him. I spoke of a memory I had of her giving me a nickname, shroom-grass. We had been in a forest and I was tired, plopping down and willing to give up walking. But she noticed I looked like a mushroom in the grass, my hair seemed bigger then and I wore a brown dress.

Back to the present building when entered in first. Laughing and smiling I chased her out of the house and outside we saw my mother, I was actually shocked to see her there and with good reason to. Explaining amd apologizing for being inside for two months and so with my new girl, not as a joke but a very serious realisation. My mother said it was fine because time stopped or went by very slowly outside, she also said we had to give time back and that this wasn't real. I started laughing when "time" showed up and I saw it was Babe Ruth, but I saw she was serious so we left the area.

Our next setting was us walking down my old neighborhood's streets at night with my hand over Daine's shoulder and keeping her close, I suppose we were almost at the same height but she was a bit taller. She was getting scared because her fears of the joker were behind her, I just swiftly walked and pulled her along with me as I told her what my mother said and that it wasn't real so we had to keep moving and ignore it. She sniffled and was still crying but went along with me, I think it helped that I was at her side. To make her think if other things, a kid ran past and gave us a letter that I quickly opened. It held a note inside informing me that I had been gifted an estate and that there was much to learn, the anonymous sender spoke of wanting to hear about the ghost baby (that I guess I mentioned somewhere in my dream but forgot the entire story when I awoke.) and about Babe Ruth as time. Anonymous also said that more adventures awaited me and he/she(had a feeling it was a guy) also awaited my presence. End.



END NOTES AND THOUGHTS:
For the ending, I did read a Dracula fanfiction last night that had him giving away a house to his love, so I think that's probably it. But it seemed like a dead giveaway to me knowing I was dreaming. However I'd still like to know who sent it and where my home is, that I shall have new adventures in.

So the don't worry it isn't real thing caught me off guard when I woke up, I was really expecting to do a reality check at this but it just passed me by. However I think my dream has a point about the physical contact, though fixing it by going out and fucking someone is also probably not the best idea. The thing of genders, I believe the marriage thought was to make me understand that I like both genders. Strangely though I was giving and my end of receiving was just doing cute things and cuddling with my girl. Also I'm fairly certain she was older than I am, because I was going by my real age in the dream and she looked more mature. So I guess age isn't a problem for me either or I know it takes more effort but can work out as well? Just my thoughts, usually I don't think too much on dreams but this was new and thought it was trying to tell me something.

I was driving a truck on a wooden pier up an escalator. I was complaining MTV my sister she's nevertheless here for me when moments when I need her. She argued she cant no my mind. We were in a hotel my dad and I wer s moking weed together. Eventuallly. I went out on balcony and I guy tried to throw up something I had knocked down.

Morning of August 2, 2017. Wednesday.



Actor Jensen Ackles features as my dream’s only known character but my dream self does not associate him either as an actor or as the Dean Winchester character from “Supernatural”. He drives for a short time and parks his car. He remains cheerful and is not involved in any of the mishaps. He watches the strange traffic events for a time.

I am in an unknown area looking at an unfamiliar street. There is a vague association with the Loomis and Gillette Street intersection in La Crosse.

I see a car that seems to be a replica of a Ford Model A. I expect another car to crash into it but this does not happen. Instead, the car inexplicably turns onto its side yet is still somehow moving through the traffic as such with no apparent surprise or concern from the unfamiliar driver. This event puzzles me.

Eventually, when I expect other cars to have mishaps, they do. At one point, someone drives their car on the external wall of an apartment building, about halfway up, defying gravity, and likely trying to get past the chaotic events on the street. It moves along horizontally with its wheels somehow remaining on the external wall.

In the last scene, I try to summon a car by will, knowing it will be mine. I see a white van, but I am not sure I want it to become mine, as I am envisioning a fancy car to show off to a few unfamiliar dream characters who are standing around near the curb. After some strange cars go by at times, some of them missing major parts, I eventually get into one when it stops. It turns out to be a 1940s Roadster that is only about half of its correct size. When I am in it, I can barely fit, but I still drive along until I wake.

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• I know this dream is unrelated to waking life for a number of reasons. Firstly, it is of a type of dream I have experienced since childhood and which stems from my interest in demolition derbies. This dream type also always occurs with a specific subtle form of lucidity, and the understanding of causing events with anticipation or focused expectation. It occurs when my dream self is unaware of being in the dream state, yet a subliminal thread of my conscious self identity understands that it is a dream, and thus is obviously focused on the nature and response of the dream state rather than waking life.
• The summoning intent and understanding in the last scene is typically more a factor of semi-lucidity and full lucidity, though I am closer to waking in this case.
• Jensen Ackles is the personified RAS precursor here, but does not become active, as my dream self subliminally initiates the waking transition.
• In many of my non-lucid dreams since childhood, cars are often too small for me to get into. A car in my dreams is typically an autosymbolic rendering of my real physical body as subliminally perceived in sleep, so as a result, the attempt of getting in a car creates a factor of ambiguity. That is evidenced here when a car still moves about on its side to indicate a connection to the fact that I am sleeping on my side at the time.
• This dream type, in which very little of my conscious self identity is extant, is more likely to hold more of the factor of instinctual dream control, which validates that dreams are more about the level of unconsciousness and the dream state itself than waking life (other than when prescient or as a literal carryover from waking life).
• An intersection is autosymbolism for neural gating in the dream state, metaphorically representing the choices of either continuing the dream or waking. Typically, as here, the street representing the direction of sustained dreaming is more likely to have dream-based autosymbolism (the car on its side as a reference of me sleeping on my side).

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August 1 2am-6am
A tent, curling up around someone and two candles to keep warm. The room is still very cold. Another person near, he almost set up a double tent but decided not to. We went to the beach, we are partners? We love this little island that we're on and wish to come back. Suggested that we come back routinely to spend evenings and enjoy the company of one another.

2:00Am-2:36pm July 31st
Entered room with mom and then the power went out. Then it was like a time warp or something because the area changed, my brother and I were now at a restaurant and were joking about the amount of obese people eating all the junk food. So we went ahead and ordered pizza, met up with a friend who we complimented on staying a healthy weight. We all sat down at a table and then I went to go pick up the pizza, I grabbed both the pizza plate and the sauce dish. But they slipped because of the grease on my hand, the sauce tumbled out and a bit and the lady that handed them to me leaned down to help so I was like thanks but then she just bit into my neck and I felt paralyzed so I didn't do anything. When she was done I felt a little angry so I grabbed someone else's two pizza slices and sat down to eat with everyone else in a pissed off mood. The guy whose pizza I stole came back and looked like he was going to punch me so I got up and told him my little story and how instead he could ask for me to apologize or ask for me to buy him another pizza or other ways to peacefully fix the problem. Then his friends came over and consuled him, it was like his dog had just died or something the way he had broken down over it. So I rushed away from everyone and managed to rush myself back to another timeline, where before it was dark and I was waiting outside a house that a party was going on in. In this timeline I exited from the house front door and just sat on the steps where another fellow was. He had been talking to someone else infront of him about someone, apparently that someone was me. Maybe they heard of how I did the worst crime in the world, stole a slice of pizza. Whether or not that was true, he started touching me and just giving off a creepy vibe as he made it known that he needed to keep me for something. A ransom? Anyway he pulled me back into the house where I went to take a shower. End.

Morning of August 2, 2017. Wednesday.



I am with my wife Zsuzsanna. We are with several unknown people. In the first scenario, we are in some soft of unusual park. There is an unfamiliar female, dressed somewhat like a carnival fortune teller, who supposedly understands things about rare creatures in the area as well as how to use certain herbs for health. Still, there is a point at which I decide to leave with the others without any of us really interacting with her. She tells me about how I had changed my mind about asking her something after I already gained my own information about something. It is not really patronizing; just an observation, I think.

I had taken the remains of two witch snakes that had died of natural causes. They are mostly like a snake other than having the miniature head of a Halloween witch. There is a painting of one in some sort of brochure, which I mention is not realistic because the head does not look right, being too cylindrical. An unknown male seems to have a different opinion, claiming that is how they look when alive.

I take the fangs out of the upper part of their mouths, though I arrange them as pointing upwards, front down on a surface. Each creature has three teeth, it seems, though I first think that there had been four. It seems that another male might have lost a couple when the surface was tilted, and they slid off, but after there seemingly being at least one with four teeth, it looks like only three from each. I mention how it seems that one witch snake was older when it died, due to its fang-like teeth being cracked (with thin lines) vertically, in the back.

Our group ends up walking in an unknown area, though it eventually resembles the grounds of my old middle school in Florida on the north end. I talk about how each tooth could be sold to superstitious people as some sort of object for healing. This seems amusing to me and I think I might be able to make a lot of money but then I consider that people might only be willing to pay twenty dollars each as another male gives advice and seems to agree.

I then talk about how we can create the “same” fangs to have a potential to make more money. I mention how if dirt is placed in the mouth of a clam that a tooth would grow from that location. (This is actually some sort of distorted memory relating to how pearls are formed in oysters. There is probably also a second layer of distortion based on the phrase “pearly whites”, referring to teeth.)

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-1-It all started when a tornado dissipated before I could get my camera out. Next to me was a middle-aged man with a small, white crane, which he was using to move large propane tanks. Next, another tornado touched down nearby and started moving toward us. I drove into the house and slowly made my way through, trying to decide on where to take cover. There were small pieces of wood flying through the walls as we were walking to the front door. Just before I reached it, everything died down, and once I was outside, it was sunny and clear. When I looked back at the house, the rooms that remained were the ones with additional cranes in them, while everything else was flattened.

-2-I was watching a new show on Cartoon Network(it was live action, and was as if it was directed by the Disney Channel), where these kids were on a spaceship, and some of them were part cat. Some quotes: “Yes, I hear your squealing.” <- annoyed tone, although the subject in question wasn’t squealing, but rather doing a high-pitched monotone whine. The subject in question was a female human-cat hybrid, and looked around 11 years of age. The quote is said by a girl, 13 years of age, who wore a dark-colored outfit. The surroundings of the room interior: light lime green walls adjacent to another wall and a ceiling with a black circuitboard texture; there were two or three comfy, black chairs on a black floor. The subject in question was sitting on the left most one, while the speaker was standing.
[Next Scene]
This scene contained a hallway with the same green walls/ceiling/floor as well as an open hatch with a half-cat girl halfway inside(can’t be sure it’s the same one as before), taking a quadruped, digitigrade stance only showing the lower half of her body (it was 90% cat. She had clothes on, shut up.). I get to see her orange-brown tail with kinda furry feet.

Key:
Side Notes (Side Notes)
Title
Dream
Lucid

Where are you?

At School, our class is watching netflix, some educational videos on Social Behavior, after a few videos, the intro
to 'Scooby Doo, Where are You?' pops up. After the episode, it goes back to the main page of netflix.
We all want to watch more Scooby Doo.
I click on the name that we just watched in recent watches and the episodes came up.
Later, I went outside earlier than usual for the buses.
The buses are coming in the front.
Ms.K's there, she asks me "What'd you want?"
I say "16 Pack" she looks at me weirdly, which the look implies 'NO'.

False Lucid/Awakening

I was trying to sleep so I could Lucid Dream. (I don't know how I don't actually become lucid when I dream about trying
to be lucid)
Everything felt tingly, I couldn't move, I felt like I was sinking into the bed. (I was at the old house in my old room)
My vision covered by a wave of blue like an ocean, I open my eyes and the room is filled with water.
I wake up and look at the accounts on the television monitor hanged up on the wall. (The room changed to something more
futuristic)
Left to Right: Cassie, Demera, ____ , Lemera
I wish I had my own account.
Demera comes into the room, I tell her "I did it for you."
My Brother, Alex, asks me if I had the same sleeping experience as him which I did.
Earlier or Later in the dream (back in my old room) I was watching a terror attack on video.
It had something to do with planes, trees and a road and me talking to some middle-aged man.
I remember getting up and covering the computer screen so I wouldn't be seen.

Dragon Ball Alternate Timeline

Somekid is sucked into the world of Dragon Ball, but its different, Vegeta is King and Goku is a "Robin-Hood" like
character. Takes place a few years after two kids changed the Dragon Ball Timeline.
It says in the description "No Virus."
There were lots of Dragon Ball OCs, I saw Fat Buu but he looked a-bit different.
This team of fighters was tracking an evil Majin Buu, we're about to turn around the corner but..Suprise!
it's the evil Majin Buu.
The evil Majin Buu is Female and has a jester like outfit on.
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August 1st, 2017

This is still really fresh in my mind; it happened to me this morning at around 7:30AM. As I'm writing this I will explain my current states throughout the experience. A little back story, this was a WBTB kind of thing. I woke up this morning to make my wife coffee and breakfast, and after she left I went back to sleep focusing on lucid dreaming. I also had a really great success with a LD too! That's not why I'm posting here though.

(asleep and just exiting a lucid dream) I had a false awakening I think. I opened my eyes (still in dream) and I could not move my body really, and I didn't really want to because I wasn't ready to wake up if I was actually in my real body. A figure appeared at the door and I knew it was my wife. She said, "Hey baby," and then walked over to the foot of the bed. She seemed just out of my field of vision because I could not really see her the whole time. I knew a figure was there at the foot of the bed sitting down. I felt my feet move when she sat down, and she was putting on socks or something I presume. I was very lucid this whole time and I didn't think she was real, because how could she be? She had gone to work, and I know because of the nature of her job she wouldn't be back. I was in the same sleep position as I was in real life, and my real body almost felt like a shell. I tried rolling around on my bed in my dream and my orientation would change, but I still had an awareness that my body was still in the same position. (In real life I was laying on my side similar to fetal position.)

Meanwhile this whole experience was kind of scary because I couldn't move and there was an entity (whom my mind made out to be my wife) and I couldn't do anything about it. Moving felt like drifting through thick water, but being slowly reeled back to my real body position. I would move fluidly and smoothly, but then become aware that I hadn't moved at all. It was really interesting in the moment. I accepted the fact that I was in sleep paralysis and couldn't make anything else happen. I just calmed myself and waited for it to be over. My room looked exactly how it does in real life (minus the blurriness).

Once that FA/SP was over, Everything went black and I had a lucid experience while in NREM. Certain shapes would pop in and out. Also I remember hearing some voices, but not being able to remember what they were talking about. Then I had a REALLY VAGUE looking dreamlike experience. Picture it like a smooth fade in from a movie. Natural light and color of outside. Everything was blurry but I knew where I was and certain symbols drifted in and out. I also remember it being very colorful, and I was moving in some kind of truck on the passenger side. I was looking out the window, but again it was very vague and almost like I had my eyes fixed. I wasn't able to look around. Just had to watch passively as things came in and out. One symbol in particular was a block with a rectangular shaped hole through it. It just passed by me, and everything was really relaxing.

After all of that, the imagery faded out very peacefully and I opened my eyes in real life. I wrote everything down after trying to retain all of that.

Morning of August 1, 2017. Tuesday.

Dream #: 18,488-02. Reading Time (optimized): 2 min.



I am with several people on an unusual little island at night. I walk around in a paved area. A small canal divides most of the island about one-quarter in from the side opposite of where I stand. There is at least one big brick building that blocks my view of the ocean on my right.

Zsuzsanna and our youngest son are eventually with me. We go over to the canal. I notice that the ocean on the opposite side of the island, which I can now clearly see, has whitecaps (though I do not focus as much on the waves on my left side). An unknown girl talks about it publicly, relaying a concern that makes me consider if the waves could eventually cover the island. The island’s isolation contributes to this concern but not for long.

I look into the depths of the canal and see a shadowy shape that I soon see is a shark of about four feet long. I tell Zsuzsanna and our son to watch, and we cheerfully look into the water. I soon notice other small sharks as well as a little dolphin, which is surprising, as they do not fight. They do not look real and make me think indirectly of CGI. We share amusement in watching these creatures in addition to several tiny fish. The more active area of the ocean remains off to my right, behind the big building, but some of it is still visible through the end of the canal and surrounding area.

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Zsuzsanna remains on my left, correlating with our sleeping positions. Additionally, this is one of many dreams that lack definition or attention to my left in contrast to a clear focus to my right, which is subliminal wakefulness anticipation (as I sleep on my left side, my right more exposed to my environment correlating in the dream state with its concurrent monitoring).

For over 50 years, water has been a consistent factor of natural melatonin mediation and ultradian and circadian rhythm in correlation with my sleep cycle. The unknown girl is a subliminal reminder of the Naiad factor from high-level dream state induction, though here has transitioned to the RAS (reticular activating system) mediation stage. She is “warning” me about the high waves, a warning about not sleeping too long, the island being the dream state.

I was aware that I was at least partly responsible for creating the ocean creatures, but with no dream state realization. The eradication of the unintelligent hype equating lucid dreaming with dream control is necessary to understand the processes and dynamics of awareness in all modes of dream space. The ambiguity of whether they should be sharks or dolphins (with both appearing without incident) reflects the dual nature of RAS mediation and simulacra transitions, from REM and non-REM sleep induction to consciousness reinitiation.

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Zsuzsanna had a dream with the same content in the same period, including the CGI association with ocean creatures. It happens regularly, with too much matching detail to be coincidental.

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I was back at my grammar school and my little neighbor Arron was selling Girl Scout cookies. She was carrying this heavy looking box so I set down what I was carrying and took her box and joke "Thanks for the cookies" as I pretended to walk away. We all went and sat down by a chair. She pulled out a flip phone and called her mom to come get her. I remarked she had the same phone as me.

Earlier, I had been in the third grade and I had my own desk (like a big old teachers desks) and said casually, "I think I'll just stay here overnight". The teacher said she couldn't let me. I told her I understood because of the liabilities involved.

I recall having a particularly vivid dream last night...Unfortunately, I had forgotten what it was as soon as I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Trying to adjust my approach and
- Record my dreams
- lay in bed for a minute after waking up, even if it's in the middle of the night, and see if I can recall any dreams
- do reality checks throughout the day
- use DreamViews a bit more?
- reality check before going to bed, when waking up, and anytime during the night when I wake up

Too many simple things that I simply haven't been consistent with, which is why I'm not LDing very much. I'm going to fix this now.

Trying to get back into a more regular pattern of writing down my dreams again. I found that is the best way to remember them and have nights with a lot of lucid dreaming.

In a house with wood paneling, kind of old, but mansion like. I am being told that I have to leave, but when I go back to get out, the rooms have changed. I realize that I am dreaming and try sneaking around the house to get where the people in charge are trying to keep me from. For some reason I think that I have left a room that had something more interesting. I walk into a room finally that is larger and there are a bunch of people working at desks. Dream starts to fade, probably some light sleep paralysis.

At the edge of a swamp and I see a dark figure (typical dream sign of mine) on the other side. I realize I am dreaming and try to fly over to confront it, but the dream starts to fall apart as I am heading towards it and I end up conscious in darkness for a bit, but have body sensations.

I am walking with some people down a road and nose check and realize I am dreaming. There is a fuzzyness that I want to get rid of so I scream "vivid" a couple of times which seems to help for awhile. The others are looking at me weird until I tell them "it's cool, I am dreaming". I don't really remember much after that.

I enter a small, square, low-ceiling plywood structure that looks like it had been through a fire. Inside, some sort of recruitment session is taking place for a Satanist cult, led by a woman of about 50 with me and three others in attendance.

The woman tells me she can answer any question I have about my future, as long as I join the cult. I don't want to be indebted to her, but I am concerned about my parents for some reason so I ask her if they are going to be okay. She tells me that in 3 years my dad will be in jail, wrongly convicted by a judge who is presiding drunk over his trial, and that in 2 years my mom will be dead.

In exchange for this information, I join the others in injecting cortisol into our palms, and am told that we all must return here every day at 4pm for additional injections. I don't intend to follow through, but when 4pm approaches the following day I begin to feel nervous, as though I am being watched. I navigate a cluster of buildings, hiding behind walls as I go.

I come across a television, on which I see a live news shot of a courtroom, with one of my fellow recruits among the jury. I feel relieved for him, since I know that he is in a safe place where he won't be forced to return to the cult. Then the leader appears next to him, smiling evilly, and the screen goes blank. She has come for him, and I know she will be coming for me next.

So me and my team were on some secret ops mission against these guys before someone's wedding. We wer all shouting each other across a grassy field. I had a crappy pistol and everyone else had stronger weapons. I tooik cover behind a small stone wall. All the sudden everyone just stopped shooting each other. I was worried because I still had a live bullet in the gun. Anyway, they decided we would do some cave jumping next. I was selected to lead some team to the top of the cave. I had a vague understanding of the rules. Turns out we were supposed to not race to top but prevent other teams from getting their. My team lost. But then it didn't even matter cause we were all stuck at the top of this huge waterfalll inside the cave. Now it was every man ofr himself. Back at the house the groom was making the contestants preform sexual favors on him. I was next in line but when I somehow ended up there he was really high on drugs and I think had passed out.

Before all this my dad and I were playing what I thought was super smash Merle. But the characters were all weird. There was like a garbage man as one of the characters.