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What Would You Do?

This was a non lucid dream but it got my attention as to what I would do in a violent situation. The first thing I can recall about the dream is entering a store with my mom. My mom wanted to buy a make it yourself cake box so we could have fun making cake together but we couldn't find the right one. Looking around we bumped into a upset crowd of customers complaining to the guys cooking soup. A African man
had soup thrown at his head as he stood next to me than pointed out how he wasn't going to return. I left with my mom too after that and came across a path that seemed like a crossroad. There a group of kids and teens laughed and threw a dead little girl wrapped in a blanket to the wall. I screamed than jumped back. "They're going to see me and come after me. I want to help that girl but she's dead. I can't just let them get away with that."As I was pondering what to do the taller shouted for them to come after me. Seeing a boy run at me I jumped onto a pole with the intent to climb it but than stopped."Please don't hurt me"I said waiting for them to do their worst but than the taller boy told them to leave me alone than they left. The dream shifted after that and I was in my old house where my father and uncle were moving my stuff to another room. I was upset but distracted when my uncle's daughter put innocent children drawings on the wall that had disease and bacteria on them. She told her father not to touch them as if she reconciled with him and I went to wash my hand that had a cut on it, afraid I'd get infected after touching it. My younger brother was next to me watching.


Graffiti Artists

This dream was non lucid and Semi Lucid.I was talking to a guy about how the Spider man from the past came and had told me a secret. Apparently it had happened at 45. The guy I was talking to laughed than told me quickly to pick a color and hide in it. I chose a red velvet color on the flooring than was guided somewhere that was supposedly important. But looking around I was on a bridge under the highway. Not much was going to happen there so I flew in a direction where there were stores. Next thing I know I'm telling a man to stay off the streets and to take a taxi home when its night. After seeing him leave I notice there was a huge hole in the ground near a stop sign than see a group of people in sweaters who call themselves panthers trying to instill fear in the public. I stay my cheery self and pass by them where I see other people wearing animal sweaters and standing a good distance apart from each other. They look like Graffiti Artists. Anyways there I'm told to choose my place. I went along with it and chose the green sweater girl who apparently had the snake sweater.We were told to draw our animals but I woke up after that.

Train Platform (nl/ld)

I'm hovering as I'm searching for something I'm not well aware. The dream in front of me, which I've stuck my head into, reveals a train platform. I observe a man and woman step out onto the platform from out of nowhere (they looked like they entered via invisible door). The pair are rushing, a man already on the platform looks as though he's expecting the pair. He stops them though and gestures to the water. I see that he's telling them they can't go this way. The man appears frustrated and rushed, holding onto the woman while assessing the water as though he's considerating a creative option. I'm now gazing at the water too which is entirely flooding the earth and is about to rise to cover the platform. Not much time left, they better get off that...

The couple exits in the same manner they arrived.

Stealing from a Baby (nl)

I'm somewhere, still searching for something. This time I'm less searching and more exploring. While doing this I get hungry and some black woman has a car, with a cooler, and delicious snacks inside. I see her retrieve something for herself and I invite myself to her stash of edibles. She's selfishly generous and while she grants me access, I can tell she's unhappy about sharing. What she fails to realize is that I don't give a fuck what she thinks. I continue my exploration as I enjoy a banana yogurt combination thing. I reach a bridge, with that cup of heaven in hand, but begin waking before I can get a foot onto it.

Notes

For whatever unknown reason the train platform reminded me of Shred, Asuka, and Data--not that I'm very educated on any of them, it just felt like them.

Date of Dream: THU 8 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 128 - Separated Sections

Dream 128 A - The Retreat Throwback
In this dream, I actually had a full licence and was driving my own car. I was on my way to Cranbourne to go and visit WB but as I had just gotten out of Dandenong, I subconsciously realised that she was not home. So, when I was on the freeway, I went past the Cranbourne exit and proceeded for Daylesford.

When I got to Daylesford, I went to the dormitory and saw the class of 2017 girls in their cabins. I entered a few cabins and had short conversations with some of the girls. I then eventually found WB's cabin and spoke to her. I don't remember what we specifially said but I do remember her pleasantly smiling at some points. The conversation was interrupted by Ms L who was roaming the corridors, telling everyone to pack up quickly as they were leaving.

So without much notice to WB, I headed outside and waited for the girls there. Soon, the girls poured out of the dormitory and towards the buses. As the girls headed towards the buses, I asked some of them if they wanted me to take their luggage back in my “compactor” (car boot). Three girls took the offer and so I asked them where they lived but then I decided I was just take all the luggage back to the school as I couldn't remember all their addresses.

I was waiting for WB and she was one of the last girls to exit the dormitory. I asked her if she wanted me to take back her luggage but she politely declined. I don't remember anything else that happened in this dream.

Dream 128 B - Messy Matters
I was in the toilet of the old house and it was all dark in there. I was going to attempt to turn the light on but first I wanted Dreamy WB to be present. So I whipped my phone out and accessed the camera to get to her. She was there but her appearance was slightly distorted which at first freaked me out but I got used to it soon after. I then flicked the switch but nothing happened. Then after that, I found out that the toilet was at a weird angle and Dreamy WB's energy was diminishing, she was disappearing. Then when I was fully alone, I started to urinate but it wasn't going into the toilet, rather, it was spraying everywhere. I then woke up after that event.



Special Note: All throughout the dreams I had, every single dream, it would always skip to a scene in my dining room sometimes, where I would be writing down the events in the dream I just had! EG. The Daylesford dream: After I left the dormitory, it went to the dining room scene and I wrote that I spoke to the girls. And then the dream would shift back to Daylesford and keep playing. Amazing!!

I remember shifting from one setting to another as my awareness came to me. I became lucid when watching what seemed like a fighting game with small rpg characters. They were battling, jumping high onto buildings and gliding in what seemed like a rocky abandoned city type of setting where a small rpg referee was dressed in a Raman chef outfit.As I watched I saw one fighter was dressed in silver and another was wearing a brown headband. Also, they both had good combat moves with their hand and weapons but their burst of energy moves that seemed like tornadoes were different colors. One had a in btw blue and light blue color and the other had a green color.As I continued watching I was asked "Which do you like more? Blue or green?".I said both.

Next I recall focusing on Dawn and Eye when suddenly I appeared in an underground huge cavernous area fixed to be occupied by a society. I was on the first level holding onto the bridge handles as I noticed Dawn and Eye were behind me talking to someone in what may have been a portal area. I ran across the bridge though observing what was under me. I saw people talking but they also looked liked manatees which reminded me of the nature show I saw. I didn't last long there though and appeared in my old house where my old room was. Taking a phone and closing the door I tried getting Dawn on the phone but a girl picked up. I asked if Dawn was there but she said no. I than told her to forget it. After tossing the phone I layed on the bed to relax but than a dc that looked like Roger Rabbit broke in the room. I hurried to the side than saw someone else run in and slam Rogger Rabit to the bed. "Forget it...I don't need you to be my bodyguard"I thought than took the roger rabbit and threw him like cardboard.Woke up after that.

Notes
I think i'm being asked these simple questions because I'm trying to understand who i'am more as a person.

Tying to adjust to the overnight work schedule.

Replay

This dream seemed to be a slight replay of my overnight shift. I'm at the backdoor crushing boxes and taking out garbage. I go into the restaurant but everything looks weird. there's weird solar panels all over the place.

Asuka

Asuka is shaking me awake in a false awakening. Data is emitting a high pitched sound standing at a window. Asuka said there is someone outside. I ask if it's Bjork? She says no. I tell data to shut up. He says he's testing out a new alarm system that detects strangers, if someone comes close by he opens his mouth and emits an annoying sound. I tell him to maybe make it less annoying. Can't remember the rest.

Had a lucid dream, woke up, went back to sleep for a non-lucid dream. It appears I may have to meditate every time I want to go to sleep. Also, experimenting with having a Clear Mind.

I'm on a plane when the news comes. In an hours time, Trump is resigning. I can't believe it. The plane goes wild, and I just think about why it's out of the blue.

we land in this giant mall complex that a lot of people live in. I walk with my friends in and around all these long routes toward what will surely be an amazing event. Not many people are there, and the floor in front of the podium is empty as he begins quoting bush and talking about how great he's been so far but is tired of the press.

He starts his performance, which involves singing karaoke. I rush up to the front and find the floor is all trampolines, so I'm jumping up and down and making poses. I get right in front of trump and keep giving him thumbs up, and then an amazing moment happens. I jump up and make my whole body horizontal, and then mid-air me and donald fist-bump. It was glorious.

The rest of the dream doesn't matter.

Holy shit, I dream a lot about celebrities, fuck hahahah
Anyways, I forgot to update yesteday, also don't remember any dreams from last night.

06/06/2017
I was on the phone with a friend of mine explaining him I think how Yezi's song "Anck Su Namun" is everything CL wanted to deliver for her american debut but couldn't. I also explained why I was virgin, but now I don't remember what I said. There's this famous korean celebrity called T.O.P who recently has been caught into a marijuana scandal (in real life), so in my dream, I saw his pocket full of marijuana, but in the dream, marijuana looked like little pink hairs; then I look at my hoodie and there's marijuana all over it, I got scared of people thinking I was doing drugs too.


0/06/2017
Nothing.

Trying to Locate Man of Shred (ld)

It's a long way from where I am to where I need to find him. Worth the travel, if I can ever find him. The dreamscape is vast and the circles my mind has chosen to reside in (out of necessity) make travel inefficient. A father figure leads me through the country. He takes me through a field of tall grass which is clearly a road, but without cement. We enter a village area, the houses are smaller, about the size of single room lofts. Now I'm walking along the sidewalk and viewing the homes in the area as I pass them. The sunlight is softly fading through the windowpanes; the visual is quite lovely. Most of the homes are empty, but some have potted plants along the windowsill (inside). The town is quiet and deserted. I'm pondering the reasons for the emptiness and why we're taking our time to move through the town. I have no conclusion for why we've lingered.

Home (nld & ld)

I've traveled home, without that father figure. I'm tying up loose ends and am on my way out from the dream. Right before I leave, the house beside mine produces a tone I recognize. I step out of the car to gaze up at the window it's originating. The tone I heard was very similar to a Tibetan singing bowl. I stare at the window, gaining some degree of lucidity, but the person is hiding. I think of Shred but I realize that it might be best to not proceed inward. He is calling for my attention with the tone, but there's no attempt for him to leave the house. Also, I'm on my way to the airport so there isn't enough time for me to knock on his door (I was seconds away from waking). I'll have to come back later.

Notes

I feel as though I did find him (my spirit). Sadly, my recall has been neglected as I focused attention on restoration instead of exploration. I'm hoping to flip this now that I'm feeling restored to a greater degree.

Date of Dream: WED 7 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 127 - Separated Sections

Dream 127 A - Evil Box
I don't exactly remember where I was but there was this strange box sitting on this small podium. This box was very bright with some graffiti-like art on it; I called it the “Willy Wonka” Box because that was the theme of the art. Now I did notice something odd about this box, like there was some bad aura coming out of it, with the lid of the box being open.

I decided to approach the box and quickly slam the lid shut. By doing this, I thought the bad energy would be gone, being trapped in that box but I was wrong. This shiny, glowing pink hand shot the lid back open and went straight for me! Just as the hand was a few millimetres away from me, I felt someone pulling me away; it was NN. Now before I had time to perceive his energy, I was already on the course of waking up from fright.

Dream 127 B - The Ultrasound "Genius"
NB and I were with this ultrasound doctor, not in a consulting room, but rather a Kmart change room. Now this guy was “strange” because if NB or I dared to talk, he would “deduct a point” from us, holding these white cards with a red -1 on it. NB or I didn't talk the first time but he took a point away just to show that he wasn't someone who messes around. Even though NB was asking logical questions, the guy still took a point away.

I then decided I wanted to make a move but I was afraid that the guy would take another point from me. I muttered under my breath, saying something like “mess with me and Dreamy WB will neck you”. The guy obviously didn't hear me as no one reacted when I finished, which is what I wanted. The dream then skipped ahead a bit towards to the end of the consultation. The guy was getting really annoying regarding the ultrasound, saying how patients always reject his advice and that if we said no to the ultrasound, we would be going against God and his will. Still, NB and I were tired of the guy and so we walked out and I woke up.

Dream 127 C - TAFE Shenanigans
I don't completely remember what happened in this dream. What I do remember is that JO and I were walking around my TAFE campus which looked slightly different to the real life place. I do remember seeing a few TAFE teachers but not what specifically happened there. At one point, I did notice NN walking past me and JO but he wasn't by himself, he was with his very own clone! Now this did not adopt the exact same appearance as his current day build. The clone was supposedly a 10 year old version of himself, claiming to be identified as his brother. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Morning of June 7, 2017. Wednesday.



I am in an unknown location, seemingly in someone’s backyard at one point. There is a long scenario where this part of the world (the setting in my dream) will soon be ruined by sunlight of too high a radiance. That is, plasma, for whatever reason, is somehow flowing closer to only this part of the world.

It does not seem that bad at first. Some unknown people and I are involved in some sort of writing activity. I am sitting on the lawn. Over time, I am aware of the approaching danger. In the last scene, red dominates my dream. It is coming in with more heat and intensity. This also means that this part of the world will no longer exist. I roll on my side to escape the reach of the red beams, which seem almost like a giant magnifying glass being used as analogous to set a fire or burn an ant.

Since childhood, red almost always symbolizes (in real time) the need to wake up (or that I had been sleeping for too long). In this case, I had absentmindedly switched sleeping positions to being on my right side in the first time in a few weeks. Even in my dream, there is the subliminal awareness of this being wrong and I even roll on my side in my dream. (I can only sleep well on my left side, or halfway on my stomach to my left. Sleeping on my right side almost always causes digestion problems even if I have not eaten in awhile, as well as physical distress at times.) Dreams such as this often serve as real-time waking mechanisms despite people failing to understand this primary purpose of dreams, although contrary to what some “experts” claim, dreams are sometimes more than just waking symbolism even though this one is limited to that function. Still, living in a world of the “dream interpretation” fallacy all my life is just as annoying as being in a world with people who claim dreams have no meaning at all.

Morning of June 7. 2017. Wednesday.



The first main scene of my dream involves going to a very large unfamiliar post office, though there is the common indoors-outdoors ambiguity. There are a number of rows of post office boxes and drawers, though no interior walls or discernible building features. It seems to be late morning. The sky is overhead; no ceiling implied for the “post office”. It is somewhat like a simple maze in the last part of this scene. I see a group of about six police officers between two rows. In another area, there is an unfamiliar male in black appearing with a gun, though he is not a direct threat to me. Still, I do not want to be near him or the people he aims at from time to time. From an unrealistic distance, I am still able to read a yellow strip of writing below one post office drawer (in about the middle of the feature) that has something to do with needing a special code as well as the key in order to open it. It seems related to a business. I have a curiosity over what might be in the drawers, though I also consider there might not be anything.

Several unknown males join me as I move around the rows of post office boxes to be out of the viewpoint of the man with the gun. He is not after us specifically but I consider that he may not want any witnesses regarding his activity towards others. He does not fire the gun at any point.

Eventually, I leave the area and find myself in an unknown neighborhood. A young version of Zsuzsanna is to my right (though I am seemingly much younger as well, perhaps only about twenty). It is as if we have only been together for a short time. Walking ahead of us and to our left is a thin female with short and curly gray hair. She is unfamiliar and seems at least sixty years of age. She is wearing light-colored slacks and a blouse. She is carrying a large black-and-white cat on her right shoulder (which I assume to be male).

Suddenly, there is some sort of change where Zsuzsanna is now somehow sitting on the lady’s right shoulder and I find myself carrying the large cat near my left shoulder. The old woman somehow caused this because she wants us to have a meal with her at her house and talks to us about this. Her cat was also apparently becoming difficult for her to control, which is why I am now holding it. I am holding it up and out with both hands and it struggles a bit but does not get away.

We reach the area where she lives. She has one neighbor (also an older lady) to our right. The chicken-wire fence is lying on the ground, rolled out to where one must walk on it to get to another gate where there is a small enclosed garden area (which is about the same size in area as our bed and probably a real-time play on “garden bed” as a dream sign). It almost seems like it rolls out automatically (somewhat like an irregular carpet) by the will of the person going to the old woman’s house. I do not really feel like walking on wire mesh, so I hover slightly above it and slowly fly mostly in a vertical position to the enclosed garden area.

Zsuzsanna, being already behind the first gate, is partly lying on her right side on the ground near the right internal corner of the garden fence, holding herself up with her arm. There is soon distorted imagery to where a couple large blades of tall grass partly block my view of her face, but this seems like some sort of “story” related to “Alice in Wonderland”. The old woman talks about a man who tends to her garden, but this becomes like a dream within a dream. The man is also seemingly playing a televised role, dressed as a farmer or a minimal clown as a farmer, but being called a “demon” in describing what he is doing in tending her garden and also having unusual snakes on display to the public. I consider if he feels odd about being called a “demon”, as they do not exist and there is nothing threatening or negative about his persona or activities. He seems to tolerate this in playing a role in a television show. He holds up a couple different snakes that he has cared for. One has a catlike head. The other has a black head on a light brown body but the head of which is like a miniature shark. There are no negative emotions of any kind in seeing this impossible imagery.

Dreams do not really have “interpretations” in the naïve popular usage of the term but they often do have layers of meaning, primarily based on real-time levels of consciousness which may or may not relate more directly to the present conscious self status.

There is a preconscious precursor here. Although he has a gun, it does not create enough of a sense of danger to activate the waking mechanism, which is a major function of dreams (though not the only function as some “experts” claim). The simple maze relates to finding specific threads of my conscious self identity for my temporary fictional dream self to find its way to the waking threshold. The post office probably has two underlying meanings, real-time communication between different levels of the self while not fully awake, and possible links to the collective unconscious (or even collective conscious). It may also relate to precognitive threads with someone the dreamer is not yet in communication with (and may not be for years), something I validated from childhood dreams relating to my “mystery girl” (Zsuzsanna).

The dark cat represents a real-time factor of being asleep (and often represents an aspect of liminal space), as cats are known for sleeping a lot (as well as being active at night when people sleep).

The personified preconscious takes on the form of an older woman carrying her cat. Her giving it to me relates to activating my emergent consciousness precursor. “Beyond the fence” is a metaphor for a shift in consciousness while in the dream state. The first fence is on its side because, in reality, I am lying down (sleeping) instead of being awake and standing up (thus it is a second-level dream sign). I often hover or fly very well and effortlessly in the final stage of a dream and without giving it much thought (which relates to lessening the hypnopompic jerk and waking more softly as it is premonitory of the biological falling sensation). My emergent consciousness (as a projection as the gardener with the snakes in some sort of skewed television role) is illogically called a “demon”, but in a very matter-of-fact sense, with no associations with negativity of any kind. This probably relates to my status of being in a world full of superstitious people who have little or no understanding of the dream state. The imagery, though slightly grotesque (primarily the snake with a black miniature shark head, which is a “less water” factor of which has continuously occurred in my dreams on a day to day basis for over fifty years and is both biological and symbolic on a number of levels) has no effect on my perception or emotions, just as with hypnagogia visuals (though this becomes more of a hypnopompic state). I wake very slowly and softly, with no physical hypnopompic effects.

I was laying on my bed when i became aware that I was in a dream and started touching my back where a string was attached. But feeling a presence walk through the door I closed my eyes. I could still see through them though. "Ah! Please don't do anything or hurt me"I said just being scared of it turning into a nightmare. Than I heard Dawn repeat what I said in a playful way than felt him move up closer which made me jump up a bit. Which is what he wanted. I than saw him move around me than fly up. I observed him closely after the fear dissipated than the scene shifted. I thought I was awake but I was in the dream and became aware of it. I was than asked by Dawn what my favorite animal was. I said birds, than dogs than cats. He told me his fav was cats than tickled my feet. I couldn't hold onto the dream much longer than woke up.

Notes
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I called this dream Dawn seems different because his personality has changed from layed back/quiet to bold and loud. I still recall that dream where he couldn't stop laughing after I did something dum. ^^Hes still caring and helpful though.

My dream:

Fight

I'm in a huge battle around Bjork's inner world. Me and Raven knight are destroying Remote viewers with song spells. Raven is switching songs rapidly.. lots of metallica. My song was more guitar riffs, I was playing something similar to the four horsemen by metallica. The remote viewers died way too easily. I guess their bark is worse than their bite.


Raven's entry:
2017, 06-04

The Dark Mirror

I am in a place I don’t recognize. It is a cave of some kind. I hear the sound of the ocean from one direction so I follow that sound. There is light getting into the cave from various places where cracks have penetrated through to the outside. I follow the sound of the ocean and emerge on a ledge that is high up over the ocean below. And I’m not alone there. MoSh is there with me. He says we have to find the mirror. At first that doesn’t make any sense, but then I remember something about a mirror in someone’s inner world that was allowing Templars to attack. I pinch my nose and I find I can still breathe, I’m dreaming. I tell MoSh that he’s dreaming and he says he already knows that. We search around on the ledge and connecting caves until we find a place where there is an outcropping of rock reaching over the sea. On the outcropping is what appears to be a mirror, but the mirror is totally black with no reflection. MoSh says that’s it, and he wants to go kick some Templar ass. I go to the mirror and plant a couple timed explosives on it. We both go through, then the explosives detonate behind us and shatter the mirror, destroying the portal behind us.

On the other side of the mirror we are in another strange place. There are Templars all around, and it seems to be a wide-open area outside, I really don’t get a very good look at the surroundings because it’s dark and MoSh and I get attacked right away. MoSh tells them to leave Bjork alone, though at that point I couldn’t think who Bjork was. No matter, they shouldn’t be harassing anyone, so now they would all pay. As we are attacked I focus on using Battery by Metallica to call down bolts of lightning on the enemies. In spite of there being so many of them, the Templars seem to die pathetically easily. When they die they disappear from the dream. I focus on the song Damage, Inc. by Metallica and throw fireballs at many of the Templars. I then transform my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and start cutting Templars down in large numbers as they attack. The Templars are attacking using an assortment of blasters and also melee weapons such as swords and battle axes, though none of the weapons seem particularly effective. I focus on the song Phantom Lord by Metallica and create an expanding wall of fire that incinerates many Templars. Soon it looks like any Templars left are retreating, and MoSh tells them they’d better not come back!

After the fight is over MoSh is saying we need to make sure the mirror is gone from Bjork’s inner world so they can’t use her any more. My mind still isn’t remembering who Bjork is, but I say that’s fine, I’ll try to get back to where we saw the mirror. I focus on Through the Never by Metallica and both MoSh and I go through the resultant portal. On the other side we are once again on the rocky outcropping that reaches out from tall cliffs over a deep blue ocean. It is a quite beautiful sight. There is a pile of rubble on the rocky outcropping where I know there used to be a mirror. I point to the rubble and tell MoSh that the mirror is history. Just to make sure I drop a fireball on the rubble and turn it all to ash. MoSh says he hopes that takes care of things. Everything fades to black as I wake up.

weird

Was in a basement with Data and we were trying to fix something. We were creating sparks... to fix a light or something. I went looking around for a brush with steel bristles to create sparks with.

Cacophony

Was with old DV user Cacophony, we were in a hotel lobby talking about stuff.

Bjork

No surprise here. I was in Bjork's house we were talking in the entrance way. The whole house was painted a shade of light green. She took me by the hand into a living room and towards a dark stairwell, but I woke up.