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[I had this dream < 2 weeks ago.]

INT. CHILDHOOD HOME - DAY

I dreamt I was in the living room of my childhood home. It was an overcast day.
Prehistoric, Ice Age creatures were walking on the sidewalks outside a large window
(day residue from a book I’m reading). A police officer was in the room with me. I
described the animals to him, speculating that one shaggy, tawny species resembled a
cross between a lion and a marsupial. The strangeness of this analysis led me to
consider my conscious state and triggered lucidity. I immediately recalled an experimental
task I have been planning and set to work constructing a square in dreamspace.

Since the cop was standing in the room, I chose to place him in the centre of my square.
Starting with a “westward” first segment and facing the cop, I floated my body to the left.
I felt my dangling feet lightly scrape the floor, and found it difficult to maintain altitude.

On the second segment (“northward”), I chose to remain facing “north” (i.e., I did not
rotate my body). I felt resistance to my motion in space—a common experience in many
of my non-lucid dreams when I have attempted to walk or fly purposefully. The sensation
was similar to that felt when walking through a moving train car, or down the aisle of an
airliner in a turbulent flight (i.e., trying to overcome or resist inertia). I also noticed that I
had not provided sufficient space to make the second segment the same length as the
first: the wall was too close, so I had to cut the second segment short.

For the third segment (translating my body “eastward”), I maintained my “northern”
orientation as before. As I floated, I found to my dismay that the cop was going to be in
the way. When approaching him I glanced over my right shoulder at his face; he was
watching my experiment with a puzzled expression. I decided—this being a dream—
simply to move my body through his without stopping or navigating around him. (I have
made use of this ghostlike ability before in non-lucid dreams when attempting to evade
or escape law-enforcement or other authority figures whose presence I found
inconvenient.)

Unfortunately, as I slid my shoulder effortlessly through the confused officer’s chest—
and as I watched the look of helpless consternation on his face—I found myself waking
up. The scene blackened as I slowly slipped out of dream state. As I am relatively
inexperienced, I do not know if this is the “sparkling void” lucid dreamers refer to—it
may have simply been the darkness of my bedroom as I awoke—but there did seem to be
something sparkly about it in a sense.

Cell Fragment of Sad Place (nl)

I'm viewing an odd-shaped hairless humanoid figure sitting in a cell. It is sad. A man is with it and he's concerned about her wellbeing. Few thoughts in my head: is that me? why is it sad? what happened to cause this? was she locked up? am I being emotionally distant or is this really someone who is not me?

Some moments later after intense and focused staring I conclude that the person is not me, that it was locked up and now it's not, and that likely the person only feels trapped and the cell is a creation of its mind to demonstrate internal emotions. There is some sadness from me for it; imagine being free but not feeling free, that must suck. That is worth feeling sad about.

Neither seems to notice me and I don't want to interrupt their exchange so I slip out, seemingly unnoticed.

Bed Play (ld)

I'm in some room that I don't recognize. Rectangular, nothing noteworthy. I'm trying to make it a comfortable environment to sleep, but there's no curtains, too large an entry point, it's just ... not conducive to my sleeping preferences. A bed appears I lay on it to sleep. A man appears from nowhere and belly flops on me. He laughs. He's definitely not a threat, but his goofiness is almost contagious and I need to stop this emotion before it gets out of hand. After shoving him off, he flops on me; more laughter....and the comforter is blocking my annoyed facial expression and I don't say anything because I don't talk a lot. I send him thought-daggers instead because somehow that makes more sense to me. He's still trying to wrestle so I manifest a secondary bed and head in that direction, but the dream shifts instead.

Woman (DawnEye?) (ld)

I'm with a woman I've never seen before, but she's adorable. We're at the mall, I think, and she wants to shop for shoes. I'm not doing anything in dreaming and I guess the bed wrestling wasn't worth managing, so--shoe shopping it is. I try on some shoes while she and I chat about stupid stuff. It's not really stupid stuff, it's important to her to communicate and talk and this sort of talk is easy. She reminds me of a younger sister; a simple and enjoyable relationship where the only pressure is to hang out and laugh.

I put a pair of platform shoes on--they're surprisingly comfortable. She approves but isn't excited. I don't even think she's shopping for shoes as she's just sitting beside me watching me put on pairs, haha. This is HER dream, she wants to dream of being in a shoe store but has no interest in trying shoes on. How weird is that? I'm not shopping for shoes either, but if we're going to be in a shoe store, I can't escape putting shoes on my feet. I take off the platform pair then reach for a pair she's sitting in front of. A colorful butterfly sequin pair. They're quite beautiful, but not as shoes. I point to them as I raise my eyebrows at her, clearly asking for her opinion on the pair. She giggles and I can tell she's trying to be polite by not saying they're hideous. Her concealment is hilarious and eventually, she leaves.

There's a small fragment with her where I think we're also looking at keyrings but I can't remember what we were saying about them. Basically, I think she was moving the conversation into an interesting direction as she was holding a couple of keyrings. I don't remember if the dilemma was about the keyrings themselves or if they reminded her of something. We chatted a bit about it though. She was pleasant; an easy person to talk with.

Date of Dream: SAT 10 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 130 - Separated Sections

Dream 130 A - The TAFE Bully
I was in TAFE but weirdly, I found out that BrB from primary school was also in this class. When I was in the main foyer of Building W, >> Sensitivity warning, for men especially, read at your own risk: it was then that I noticed I was on my period. Then there came BrB, he picked up some sanitary pads off the floor that were all bloodied, rolled them up... And threw them at me!! << Now earlier on, I remember that BrB had asked to sit next to NN in the class, so the arrangement was JC, me, BrB, NN. But then I entered the classroom and saw that no one was sitting next to NN, BrB wasn't even in the room. I had the idea summed up in my head that NN didn't allow him to sit there... NN already that there was something suspicious up with BrB.

I then went to look through the window of the classroom and saw BrB in another room. He was sticking his head out the window and calling names at me. Apparently BrB was now in our classroom again and our teacher KHa mentioned that there was a test at 11:05. All of sudden, BrB's phone is heard ringing and so we call keep quiet to let him take the call. On the other side of the line was an authority member of the TAFE. She was asking BrB questions about the “First Aid” course he was doing but she said that they were kicking him out due to his bad behaviour. When the call was ended, I just knew that NN was the one behind everything. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 130 B - Holidaying In Miami
I don't remember where I was exactly but I do remember the exact outfit I was wearing. It was a long blue cardigan with a yellow singlet and really short shorts. The place I was in had a mixture of shops and restaurants but didn't look like any shopping complex in the real world. After a while, the place started to get really crowded, which overwhelmed me, so much so that people were even talking at me but they weren't talking to me... It was like they were talking over me to try and talk to someone else on the other side of me. So I decided I had to leave but I did take two people out of there with me, one was a stranger African man that I don't know and the lady might have been his wife.

My mum was waiting outside the building and I had explain to her who these two people were with me, despite the fact that she looked angry and suspicious about these people. I kept reiterating to her that they were my friends. It took me a few attempts to get her to settle down but she eventually did. I was then walking around the town by myself for a while, that looked nothing like the places in America but was supposedly called Miami anyway. I then recalled that Logan and Chilly from SML were next door in the town of Pensacola. I came up a lake with a strange red sign that said “Pensa” in white writing... I knew this was short for Pensacola. This didn't insinuate that Logan and Chilly were living at the bottom of a lake, did it? I don't remember anything else in regards to this dream.

I'm up the street slightly from my house, stepping out from a moving van with my wireless headset on I see two neighbors who don't exist in real life. One is a middle aged woman, and the other is her daughter of about 10 years old. Judging from where I believe my signal strength to the headset will reach I must have a computer in the van. There are several post in their yard and I wonder what they could be for. I walk up to investigate and I wonder if these previously unknown neighbors will attempt to chat, but instead the woman launches a single attack that I assume was a punch since I didn't actually see the attack. I'm staggered for a moment but more annoyed than anything especially since the attack didn't hurt in the slightest. I decide to get my revenge in the form of completely ignoring her instead of leaving or even launching a counter attack. I state out loud to the friends on the other side of the headset that the post are almost 3 foot tall. She summons a medium sized animal that I have forgotten what it was, likely a dog,to attack me. I send it running away after one punch to the head when it lunges at me. She then summons a squirrel. The squirrel jumps around quite randomly. It's always jumping a different height and slightly to the left or right as it does so. I'm sure it's looking for an opening to attack. I notice that this squirrel actually appears like it's nearly break dancing and I hear Mc Hammer's song Hammertime. I'm very careful not to turn my back on it, I take this squirrel much more seriously than the woman or her dog. I attempt to hit the squirrel but it's nearly useless since I can't seem to predict it's movements. I land a glancing blow that almost no power was transferred to since he was falling back to the ground at nearly the same speed as my punch. He curls up into a ball and bounces once in the air, this was my chance to attack, but the whole situation has me so off balance I miss my chance to attack while he's open.

Morning of June 10, 2017. Saturday.



This is just a typical first-level dream sign dream of the type I have had continuously all my life, although I only document them when there are unique features. As I have explained before (though it is a no-brainer if one actually understands dreams and how the human mind works), the rendering is based on threads of real-time but subliminal conscious self awareness within sleep. (The number of threads of conscious self identity vary greatly from dream to dream, which is why “interpretation”, as in relating to the current conscious self, is not really feasible.)

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In my dream, I am in an unfamiliar location. There are a number of unknown people around who I do not perceive as imposers. Curiously, we are all on an oversized L-shaped bed, which goes around the internal corner of a wall (that is, of an inward ninety-degree angle). There are at least two windows, one on the side I am on and the other around the turn. I am also aware of a few family members.

A television is on on the opposite side of the room but I do not pay that much attention to it. I want to keep the window on my side open. It is a bit difficult as the piece that is meant to hold it up (at about the halfway point) is somewhat flimsy. Someone else (unknown), around the corner and on the perpendicular part of the large bed, hands me a gold metal rod (which I thank him for), which I think was a horizontal piece from the other window (which I think may have come from the top of the lower sash). It is about two and a half feet long. One part of it on one end (perhaps attached to it) loosely resembles a very long barrel bolt lock. I am able to place it vertically within the window’s left side to hold up the lower sash at the level of the upper sash.

After this, I do something to a headphone cord that is apparently plugged into the television. I pull it closer to where I can comfortably put on my headphones (not getting off the bed at any point). I soon hear the television sound through the headphones, although it also seems to be coming out into the room (which is not possible unless the relevant Y-cable is used).

This last part loosely comes from a recent real-life event. The speakers on our new television stopped working and I had to jury-rig a cord from the headphone socket into amplified multimedia speakers. (Our new DVD player appears to have no tuner so I guess technology is still moving backwards, as usual.)

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Over the last several years, I have learned a little more about the specific elements of “behavior” concerning preconscious factors, especially the personified preconscious. After closely studying tens of thousands of dreams all my life, it appears, quite obviously, that the nature of the preconscious in this case is non-aggressive or confrontational as I am “already in bed” and additionally “already near the open window”. (A window symbolizes, in real time, either the threads to the conscious self status, or another level of consciousness. In holding the window up with a piece given to me by a personified preconscious persona, I am willingly, though subliminally, entering the waking transition without the need for the preconscious to create aggressive or confrontational waking symbolism). Additionally, hearing the television through my headphones symbolizes, in real time, my approach to the waking event horizon, as a television sometimes represents (in real time) the dreamer’s external environment (though it depends on the dream type and time frame of the dream).

Additionally, the L-shaped bed is probably an unusual visual form to make the clear distinction between the fictional dream self (and its typically false memories and false identity) and the emergent consciousness (which is far more like the current whole conscious self identity). As such, it is likely analogous to the intersection feature in some dream types.

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Scary.

There's no way I can remember all the details of this. I spent most of the REM period having False awakenings in a large white room. This is undoubtedly a remote viewer/templar attack. I was intercepted on the way to check on Bjork and heal her if need be. At least that was my plan falling asleep.

In the dreams I'm with a large creepy bald guy. Half of the dreams have another woman in them, L from work. I remember she was present during the last attack in my inner world where I told her it was a dream during a lucid and I witnessed her do a hand reality check. In some of them I am watching her pretending to be tortured. In some she is trying to ask me questions about why I am there, but I am unable to speak. The man does everything from cutting off limbs to rape and no I'm not going to specify to whom. There seems to be around 50 to 100 Fa's in total. After so many it is impossible to keep track of them all.

I eventually wind up in a school field during a festival of some sort. I find L there and ask her if she remembers anything about being held captive by the man. She told me not to worry about it, nothing happened. I protest and say that I saw her being tortured how can she deny that and not even appear shaken up or angry. She doesn't say anything but looks at me like I'm completely insane. At the end I figure she must be a co conspirator.

Ship

I'm watching TV with asuka, about a space traveling arrogant hero archetype dude. In the early episodes he has a giant ship that crashes into an ice mountain every time it tries to take off. In later episodes he gets a more smaller ship that is easier to navigate.

Another movie

Dream of watching a comedy movie with Asuka. It's a war comedy with 90's Jim Carrey, and other comedy actors. It reminds me of Tropic Thunder but more slapstick.

I descent to an alien planet with a small spaceship. I'm with a friend, a man I don't know in real life. Before the ship lands, we jump out. I talk to the ship and tell it to land itself. It silently complies, moving forward slowly, looking for a good place to land. The landscape is barren, dark purple rock with the occasional patch of alien plant life. It's dark, silent and still on this planet, but there are signs of life. Some civilization has lived here. We look for loot, and find metallic chests scattered about. The calmness bothers me. I sense danger and malice. I wake up to noise.

Short nameless dreams:
-I'm inside the world of some anime movie? It looks like real life though. I talk to an actor and spoil his future love interest to him. He's happy to know it.

-I'm with Iiro and Kimmo. They play ice hockey and then we chat in this...sort of a clubhouse, I guess. Iiro is way more popular and cool now, compared to me, but he had a similar childhood as I did and I feel like he really understands me. I enjoy our chat a lot.

-I'm in a store. I need cash for some reason, and take a lot from my bank account. Rest of the dream was just wandering thought the store. I wake up to noise again.

-I'm in a city, walking out of an underground shopping district. The city looks extremely futuristic. Year 3000 at least. I have a game in my hand. It's about an alien world after several extinctions, millions of years in the future. As I look at the game and think about what it's like, I get transported to it's world. I see glowing plant life reminiscent of the Avatar movie. I'm mesmerized by the beautiful plant life. And then I wake up to the noise of my roommate cleaning the house. TBH I was sleeping in the middle of the day, so nothing wrong with him cleaning.

I was trying to play Mario Kart but when I became toad all of a sudden my nephew asked me why I didn't use drift. I was confused why the game was made so drift would power your car. It would mean you'd have to constantly use the l and R buttons which is annoying. I told him I was going to stop playing but that it was fun for a bit.

Next I ended up at my old house living room where there was a small brown Chihuahua being trained by someone to bite and attack as a guard dog. A few family members watched as the Chihuahua stopped being aggressive and started playing.The person training him was upset though."Aww, just leave him be. Its not like you need a guard dog really"I said. After walking a few feet, towards the door, the dog jumped up and had the appearance of my dog Max who died in Jan 2015. I held the dog up as she stood than pet her cute face. To my family and I, she was another dog but connected to Max somehow. "Aw, she just wants to go back to the pet place and find her tall owner that she belongs with. Let's take her back?"I said now holding a bag of shopping bags as she stood on all 4 paws. But nope, the guy, now my brother, didn't want to take her back.

After that the dream shifted and I was in an apartment that was long, narrow and almost empty. We had apparently moved in and it was night. A paper appeared of a painting of an old man and a little boy with a twirling hat that was red and green. The thought of my friend making a cartoon of those characters came to mind. Than the paper disappeared and a woman's voice appeared, talking about how it was time for people to use light to recreate their own full moons and to look at the calendar. I watched as a round light formed on the ceiling than turned to see my dad plugging big gray machines that appeared to have no buttons and were curvy and rectangular, into plug outlets. He would twist the plugs before connecting them to the metal and mentioned that it was to force the power to work for the night.
Woke up after he entered a room.

Notes
I got curious to check the full moon calendar after this dream and there appears to be a full moon on June 9. A nice coincidence.

All I can remember well is that a lot of the dream had david collins as an expert doctor and living the life, and the rest of us boys were just hanging out still.

I was biking down st marks hill with my brother when K money was at the bottom. I smashed my bike at the bottom but john decided to race me to K money, only problem was that I just started laughing the moment I saw him and lost hard haha

Forest

I arrive at a location near a mountain; lots of green, many trees. I pass a few familiar people, but they're more like spirits (appearance is indifferent, but the mentality was profound). Most appear busy with their own agendas, but it's peaceful. As I move closer to camp I can see people gathering and the energy shifting. Many more of us are arriving and so I stop to observe the increased movement. I realize the reason for the arrival of my people; we're receiving visitors.

MoSh

Shred arrives, but I don't recognize that it's him in the dream. I merely stare at him as he walks past me and doesn't say anything. I call out to him, he stops walking and looks straight at me but there's no sense of recognition; he's viewing me like a stranger. I'm also staring at him, trying to figure out why he's so familiar to me. We stare for a long while at one another. I'm uncertain how this occurs but he begins ... chasing me? Not in a bad way? Not in a good way either?

I enter my camp to evade him because the energetic exchange of being chased startles me. I've been hunted in the past and that mindset he's holding reminds me of past experiences...this internal dynamic causes me to race through the encampment, through a maze of doors, without stopping. I step out to detach from the panicked body.

My perspective is following a few feet behind the fleeing body. I'm wondering what the fuck happened and I sorta get it. The energy unfolding was too similar to past memories and it triggered anxiety. Makes sense; being hunted for death sorta does that to a person. MoSh may have accidentally held that vibration without understanding the impact.

Data?

I reach the top of the encampment and watch as the body I was inhabiting tries to calm itself. The sky is beautiful up here; though I spend less time looking up and more time assessing myself. I notice I don't look like me. This body I'm using looks very tall and lean (sort of Avatar-like, but the body wasn't blue and there was no tail). I look sort of Native American, but a distorted version of it. It's pretty, but more graceful gazelle pretty than American pretty. As the panic subsides, a man approaches. I'm viewing the man as I'm still separated from my body. Personally, I'm wondering how he made it up this far and it doesn't look like the Shred, but I can't tell who it is.

The body I was inhabiting is clearly still sketchy. She moves around the space without putting her back to the man. The man approaches, stops about twenty feet away from her, and reveals something he's holding. She goes to him and they exchange a few small words. The dynamic of this man calms her (he's tall, a bit stoic, quiet, reminds me of Data due to lack of emotional excitement). The body (hers) is calm enough for me to enter it and so I do. The man and I talk for a bit about weapons.

He's asking to bring something for us to practice with and wants to know what I want to use. I think it over briefly before asking him to bring something cheap. He and I will spar, I chose archery, he agreed he would bring arrows for next time. Cheap is ideal because it's sparring and not an actual battle; also, I have my own arrows so he would be bringing the items for himself mostly. He excuses himself as he needed to leave to attend to a separate errand. I'm collecting my arrows as I'm going to spend some time up here to practice on my own; alone. We say goodbye and I watch him leave. I'm thinking of how nice he seems and I'm looking forward to our next meeting.

Death

I'm at a hospital with my dad, in my hands is a biography and collective work of an artist. The artist has recently died and the book was compiled for his death. I'm browsing through the pages looking at the various pieces of artwork. Most of it is drawn in pen, but the line work is very lovely. One picture I find quite sad--the artist is in bed, the media is black with some lines of a crisp blue. Nothing is obviously sad about the picture, only that I happen to know this was a portrait of the artist as he was lying on his deathbed. To me, it's sad as it indicates the last artwork before he died (there will be no more). I've never been partial to endings.

A nurse comes into our darkly lit room. She informs us we're going to radiology, they want a picture of his liver. I collect myself and prepare to follow them out of the room. The dream shifts.

Catch 22

I open up a connection to my mom to explain what's going on with Dad. I'm viewing her and she looks like she's in a different state (location) for some reason. I tell her we're on our way to radiology and why. Her reply:

It's funny, no one is afraid of death. Death is not something people fear. People go to the hospital not to find out they are dying, they already know they are dying. They go to the hospital to delay death. What can the hospital (medicine) truly offer? They try to offer time, but they often don't understand death enough to grant time or understanding of the process unfolding.

It's humorous to me she is teaching me about the process of dying. Her comfort level is high and I suppose she's right; the misconception is death is something to fear when in reality it is a step up from the predicament of living. Seems a bit quirky how backward things are, yet I'm still quieted by the prospect of Dad engaging the process. Perhaps I'm merely jealous he gets to go while I'm stuck dealing with the bullshit of living. Not that I idolize death; but death (abandonment of the physical body) makes everything I do more efficient. Hence, my work is slower with a physical self and this annoys me. Though, if dead I wouldn't be able to share my research so it's a hilariously cruel Catch 22 for me.

Date of Dream: FRI 9 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 129 - The Key To Progress

I was in some strange place... The room I was currently in was some sort of mystical library and I was talking to one of the staff members there, a random middle-aged lady. She was saying to me that to get somewhere, I had to use the lift that was nearby. The dream had only showed a snippet of the lift scene with me in it to begin with as the realisation was that I was not ready to enter it yet. I was then at the other side, I had supposedly exited the lift without the dream showing... And the only way to get anywhere else was to use it again. So I decided I had to go and look for the whereabouts of Dreamy WB.

So I stood in front of the wooden lift doors, calling for her but nothing happened. So I took it to the next step and was pacing backwards and forwards throughout the foyer, calling her name as loud as I could. Still no response and I am standing in front of the lift doors again, looking up nervously... I remember exactly what I said, “Dreamy WB, please come!”, in a really distressed tone, almost sounding like Penny from The Rescuers. No response what-so-ever and I so finally decided I had to leave the building to look for her.

I was in this neighbourhood and I remember the sky looking like it would at dusk, but it was more purple without any pink in it. There was this fence surrounding a house and from that block of land, over the fence, peered Mrs B, the mother of the real WB, giving me some sort of judgemental look. Her look terrified me and I straight away had the feeling that I had to get away from her or I would be toast. I found myself floating away from her house in the style of balloon Mario again. At one point, I looked back and she was still there, with the same look pasted on to her face. So then I hurried away without looking back at all.

Eventually, I was able to locate Dreamy WB in the dream and so was now able to return to the lift scene. Her appearance was evident when I first found her but during the lift scene, I didn't look at her much, rather she always quietly trailed behind me... She had her hair frizzed out while wearing her black pencil dress. My dad and brother were in the foyer and they were amazed that I was going to enter a lift “by myself”... Dreamy WB was completely invisible to them. I skipped past the lift with real life, metal doors and went for the wooden one that I had intentions on going into since the start.

Once we got in there, Dreamy WB took no hesitation to make me feel comfortable and secure. I noticed that she was still behind me and so was hugging me from the back. The lift soon started moving and it was going up and down really fast. At times, I felt like I could topple over but in the dream, I knew that Dreamy WB was keeping me from doing so, despite the super speed. At different floors, signs in the lift would actually show what room we were next to, for instance “Floor 2 – The Library”. That's all I can remember in regards to this dream.

8/12/13 (L) Value: 0 | Airport, Zoom-In Calendar
I became lucid after a preceding dream scene. When I became lucid, it was at an airport, where a DC resembling Grandpa told me to zoom in to a calendar with my eyes before I stabilize the dream. At that point, I knew that I should stabilize the dream early on. So what I did was, I told the DC “I can’t do that!” It was a belief problem, so I said, “I believe I can zoom in.” I then used my fingers to twist my eyes in opposite directions like lenses, and sure enough, I zoomed in on the calendar. When I stabilized the dream by rubbing my hands together and looking at them, I went outside. What was right outside the airport was what was right outside the front door of my house. That is what it also became once I headed outside. Also, outside, standing in a group, were some DCs. I didn’t know who they were, but one of them was Dad. Now, I walked to the right and noticed that I started to wake up, so I spun around while looking at my hands, and dream clarity returned. I said, “Oh no you don’t.” to the dream. At that point, I was trying to remember exactly what my dream intention was. As the dream began to fade again, I spun around and clarity returned again. But a few moments later, the REM period came to an end, and I woke up instantly.
Time: 1-3 minutes

8/13/13 (L)#20 Value: 2 | Partial Success For Custom Form
Once I became lucid, I was in a situation where I had a car next to me that I could drive, and Dad was there in a vehicle on Highway 3 down by the bay. I said to myself, “…and I don’t want to get in trouble…” for driving the car that wasn’t mine. Once I was heading for a hill in the distance, the car became a bike without me noticing, and I ‘ran’ the bike like I didn’t care. I discarded the bike to the side of the road, and then I found myself on the residential hill in the distance. I wasn’t in as much of a vivid state as some of my other dreams, but enough to remember that I wanted to transform into my thought-up body. I started with fur this time. As I grew fur on my legs, I began to wake up. I made the dream return by spinning, and I continued to grow fur. After a few seconds, I woke up faster than the last time. This time, I had no time to think, but I did witness myself waking up.
Time: 2-4 minutes

Last night


1.

Interesting dream, again with Peru. Not sure what I have with this country, but I already had a few, mostly about artifacts, some village and some others.

So I'm walking with a female. She is showing me around. Some building with some modern, all glass additions, with a plaza between them.

Then I'm walking in some corridors. Looks like an indoor marketplace, but there are no stalls, no merchandise that I can see. Only a huge amount of people all walking somewhere. Local kids are trying to sell us things, but we shoo them away. Feeling that we are undercover or something secret is going on. Somebody comes at me with a stick, i take it from him and defend myself. I get a distinct feeling that I'm in Peru.

Now I'm on a cement tile walkway that's outdoors. A beautiful bird flies by at height of my face. I know he is rare or extinct and he has some special meaning. I'm still in Peru.

I grab a camera and start taking pictures of him, hoping I get some nice ones. As if the bird knew this, he is posing. His face is just inches from mine. Size and look of a road runner, but he has beautiful colors of deep greens, blues, reds. He is looking into my eyes, cocking his head from side to side. He has about a 3 feet long tail consisting with only one - two long feathers, but on the end of them is a few more beautifully colored feathers.

Now outside of town. Looking up at the small hill, there is a boy standing, and a small lion or cheetah cub comes up to him from behind a hill. I tell someone else to look and I grab a camera or binoculars. Then I look down and I have a same cub at my feet. This other person finds 4-5 cubs nearby. As I'm waling away, their mom comes up and she is following me, as I'm walking backwards away from there.

I managed to get 2 hours of sleep in.

Practice

Just a dream about sparring with someone. I was trying kung fu blocks and strikes. My opponent was blocking quite well and was surprised by my improvisation.

Xereniak

Dream about being at his house. there was a big part that was slightly outside. We were on strung up sheets like a blanket hanging over an area. The gravity didn't effect much I was sitting on the edge of one. A woman came up to me from a tier up and had a smaller sheet in her hands she flung the other end to me. She says it's a mormon thing... okay, so I grab the ends and we wave it up and down. Not sure what the point of it is but seems fun. She disappears and I jump up to where she was. Spot Xereniak down below and tell him to come play the game. He won't and he's mad because I apparently left gatorade and empty coffee cups all over his house. He is flying about collecting them.

Later I go down and his dad is in a living room with a GIANT TV. It seems to be 4D or something seriously. The entire room seems to waver and shake depending what's on screen. Staring at it makes me dizzy. I suddenly realize I am smoking in the house. I decide to go outside with it even though his dad doesn't notice or seem to mind.

Bjork in trouble

Just remember Bjork screaming at me and someone else. Her hair is unkempt and doesn't look well. She's yelling at us to get out get out. and she's shrieking. I will not get mad or upset at this. She probably needs healing.

This was on tuesday, 6/06/17

The regular WBTB with alpha GPC and GM

38 min WBTB, sofa at 5:38

Upon waking up, I didn't write anything down. There was lot's of darkness, not much coherent stuff going on.

I did the Recall task again, was easy and I remembered pretty much everything I practiced before bed, so I lost interest in it soon.

Lots of hover flying again.

Looking for a rope for another personal goal - to grab it and be pulled up to space, or just to swing on it for fun. I desperately wanted to find it, but no luck.

Had a cool non-LD at 4 am, when alarm woke me for Alpha GPC.

DR:
I'm in my childhood room, looking out the balcony door. The skies are getting really dark. Black swirling clouds are ominous looking. To the left high up, on the black clouds there is about 5 flags. All in full color, all of what look like real country flags. I'm not sure now if I recognized any of them, even if in WL I do know flags.

I ran to grab my camera and I open the balcony door to get a better picture from the outside. I immediately regret it, because a tornado force wind start to push the door open against me. I try my hardest to close it and we wrestle for a bit. I have to drop my camera to use 2 hands.

While this is happening, to the right, over a house, black smoke like cloud is taking a shape of head of that octopus dude from Pirates of the Caribbean. It's taking shape and losing it, as the small particles in the cloud are shifting and blowing around. Another shape is taking form in another cloud and I realize it's not really a cloud.

( seeing images in the skies does happen in my dreams. I think I like seeing them, even if they weird me out.)