I hate working hard to have lucids only to be lucid for 2 seconds long! Healed Me and Raven remove a Dark energy Symbiont from Bjork. We heal her with music. She apologizes to me and promises to keep the dreams with me a little less. There is forgiveness on both sides. Yay! Dog walking I was walking my dog in a weird landscape. Some guy emerges from a cave/underpass and warns me not to walk ahead because it's too difficult to travel through. I walk down into where he said, It's a weird pit that looks scary but I find a neat set of stairs up. I go up them and find a bunch of underground walkways to explore. Me and my dog walk through it until the dream ends. After work I'm in the office at work but it's like 3 times as big. I'm leafing through files then R an J walk in. they don't seem to care that I'm in their office. I go outside and find a seat to sit down on. Xereniak is there and we talk, but I forget about what. R walks out she smiles at me and says, "Okay crew get to work on blah blah blah" Sounded like difficult work. Xereniak leaves and I wonder why I am sitting there and not working. I realize my shift must have ended. Gloves Asuka brings me upstairs and gives me martial arts gloves for some reason. They look very sporty. I put them on and she leaves. I begin practicing the opening moves to a kung fu form. It feels weird in the gloves. I practice for a while until the dream ends. She's Stalking me Data convinces me to hover outside my one window. He says He's going to tell Asuka I just had a false awakening in that room. When she comes in I'm supposed to jump in through the window and surprise/scare her. sounds like fun. I wait... someone is flying nearby. I look and see Bjork hovering a distance away. My dream awareness isn't that great and just thinks, "pretty lady I know and like... CHASE!" So I fly after her. she looks guilty and zips through a portal like she wasn't supposed to be spotted. I fly after her but she is gone. I'm by a house A man is outside who I recognize as her boyfriend. I ask where she went. He said she just left and he looked sad. While I ponder if he meant she just left his house, or she left him? I wake up. After WBTB. Forgotten lucid Became lucid somewhere but forgot what happened after. Black Jesus I'm in a house with a bunch of people. Jesus is there but he's black and has short black hair, he's also wearing a suit. I find it odd he would look like that. I become lucid and go over to touch him. I do and he looks surprised. I can feel insurmountable energy inside him that feels foreign. It intensifies and knocks me out of the dream. Fa, I'm in bed with that spider thing again minus Bjork and the dark energy. It doesn't seem to be doing much harm. I'm wondering why it's still around. Dark Tower Me and Asuka are watching an early version of The Dark Tower starring Idris elba. She says, "Look there he is," and The Gunslinger is crouching in the desert sneaking up on someone.
Updated 05-27-2017 at 04:08 AM by 6012
Date of Dream: FRI 26 MAY Dream No. 120 - The World Is Unfair My grandma (this time from my dad's side) invited us to go to a family party. Once we were there, I found out that there were seating arrangements, so I started walking around the tables to see where I was. I saw dad and NB's places on one table, but when I walked around the whole table, I noticed that there was no place for me. I soon realised that I was on another table with strangers and this didn't make me happy. I also notice that Karla M took my place where I thought I was supposed to be. Another thing I realised is that my mum wasn't invited to this party and I'm thinking to myself “how rude of grandma”. The dream scene then changes to some bushland area, like the old towns of the gold rush with the ranch like buildings. Most of this scene is rusty for me but I can remember some small details. I was a part of a primary school, in grade 4 but I was still 18 years old. The teacher comes by and asks me what I am doing. I tell her I am lost and I am trying to find my way back to the party. I eventually come across all these bathroom cubicles and feel the need to use one. Most of the ones I walk by are male and so I go past them. There were a few female ones but they were locked. >> Sensitivity Warning: If you want to skip this part, read after the red line: There was only one that was free but the area was very cramped. Additionally, the toilet was in such a strange angle that I couldn't sit on it. I released so much piddle that the toilet was actually overflowing and pouring over my backside. I was cringing and soon as I was done, I raced out of there. | I was than at my house and I noticed that RK, my brother's university friend was over. I could hear the conversation through the door of my brother's bedroom and he was telling RK how apparently the Turnbull Government was destroying the world of MYOB. When they came out of the bedroom, I once again told NB how I was upset about the seating arrangements. All he tell me to do was get over it, he did add something else to that but I forgot what. That's all I can remember about this dream.
Last night bed 9:15pm. This dream was full of danger, and I didn't think of it as just a game. I was really worried. It all revolves about a guy official. We are in his house, being chased around. 2 of us make it to the gate, open it and go through. I think they closed it behind them and it locked, but I get to the back door and run through a short yard to this heavy red metal gate and manage to open it. Just in time, because a woman who was chasing us is right behind me. I close the first set of the gate doors and the second one as she runs up to the gate. I don't want to waste my time closing it, but I hope it will lock and she has no keys on her. Now I'm with my best friend M, she is leaving. Someone very young is giving birth so we are taking her to the town house. There is a dilemma weather to put her on a large white sofa in the lobby, or in some other room. A woman who works there says "other room", coz that huge sofa is so hard to clean. We hear that dangerous guy and the woman talking. She just told him how we escaped. We put 2 and 2 together and now we have a better picture about who he is and his connections. I am scared, we have to get out. I get to an opened window and across a small courtyard there is another opened window and that guy is in there, talking to someone. I start yelling at him that I am coming for him. I throw a few tangerines at him to make sure he can hear me. I'm scared, but I do this often in my dreams. Instead of running away, I confront and charge at the scary stuff. I imagine running up to him, knocking him over and beating the crap out of him. Not a very good dream, the danger was not pleasant.
Morning of May 26, 2017. Friday. My dream’s setting seems to be of the Barolin Street house (where we have not lived in years) and the street. However, the area is also modeled after Cubitis in some ways (including the large backyard and beyond). This makes the directional orientation unresolvable (that is, the Cubitis backyard would be east, but as Barolin Street, west), but I will base it on the Cubitis region. There is some sort of unusual event perceived to be in the distance to the east. My wife Zsuzsanna is carrying a shotgun (which is curiously the first time I have seen her with a shotgun in my dreams, including as the “mystery girl” in early childhood). She heads toward the backyard after leaving the house. I assume she perceives danger. I look to the east horizon. I first see a number of what appear to be normal airplanes. Later, they appear to be duplicates of the Flying Sub (from the “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea” television series, which I have not seen in a long time). They are approaching our direction. I am not sure if it is an alien threat, the American military, or both. We go inside. Later, looking out from our front porch, I watch a couple strange objects move through the sky from north to south. Something is fired in my direction but misses. Even so, I have no fear or even wariness. An unusual cannon rises from the ground directly in front of our house. It is a vertically-oriented cylinder but the cannon opening is on the curved side rather then the end (which would be the top here). (I do not consider how wrong this design is.) Bursts of partly visible transparent “bullets” emerge as it rotates (starting from the south and turning towards our porch). Even though the bullets are eventually moving towards me, I do not react and remain unharmed. (This is liminal dream control as my dream self has no awareness of the dream state). The flying subs are probably a residual link to water induction, which is my main type of dream state induction since early childhood as water symbolizes the dynamics of sleep (and the dream state) in real time, though the fact they are flying is a shift towards waking symbolism - in fact, this scene could be the representation of event horizon waking symbolism (actually utilizing the horizon symbolism in this case) which is basically what the majority of dreams are rather than having “interpretations” by way of the usual misuse of the word. I would not be surprised if the “impossible cannon” is some sort of skewed phallic symbolism based on the ambiguity of my dream self standing up in my dream whereas my real physical body is horizontal. There have been many times when a dream’s ambiguity seemed based on distortions of combined dream self orientation and real physical body orientation and some people believe this is what causes falling dreams (with hypnopompic jerks), which are purely biological.
Updated 05-26-2018 at 05:53 PM by 1390
Morning of May 26, 2017. Friday. In one part of my dream, I am going out to work in an office (though not related to the DOE as far as I remember) and then realize that it is Friday. Apparently, by way of a false memory, I “remember” that people do not work on Friday. I have a conversation with a coworker about this. This is good because I am in wet clothes and had considered how long it would take to change them before starting out again. At another point, there is another SAT test (though I am not certain if I am the one giving it). However, it relates more to writing one unrealistically long essay than multiple choice questions or even open response. I watch an unknown male (probably about twenty years old) who seems to be the only student presently involved in the testing. He is writing a detailed report in a classroom setting about Yemen. (Yemen has not crossed my mind in some time, at least in a more focused scholastic activity.) This is a typical water induction factor that decodes into the fact I do not wear clothes when sleeping in bed, so it is also a dream sign at one level (wet clothes otherwise analogous to sleeping in clothes as water symbolizes sleep in real time). School-like settings and tests merely relate to the loss of conscious self thinking skills when unconscious in the dream state, and the overall symbolism typically relates to seeking the waking transition and the return to whole conscious self identity. This is also analogous to wanting to return home from being in school (akin to the dream self wanting to have the thinking skills and clearer self awareness of the conscious self again).
i finally managed to get lucid in a low effort way since i am back from india. the last days i even had problems remembering dreams at all... even tho the lucid was nothing too special it felt like coming back. "wow i can do everything again, what to pick...?!" after several awakings this morning where i was struggling with recall i finally had a short clear dreamlet after waking with which i could work. i evaluated the dream and what was odd and where i should have become lucid and felt asleep again: i find myself in a car ride. the driver uses a headset that is connected to something similar like a walkman but more futuristic and fancy. i assume he is learning a new language and listening to lectures. but he doesnt repeat or say anything. we park in a garage and i ask him what language he is learning. he tells me the name and i dont know the language at all. i talk to someone else? who tells me it is exactly the same language like English? or something. i move away and find myself in a building. i pass a Pinboard and notice our workplan. i pin it off the wall and wonder why it is here because i am in a unknown place in a different city or something? i approach a guy and talk shortly about the piece of paper i hold in my hands. he says something odd and goes away. this triggers my lucidity and i do a nosepinch. i turn around and have the TOTMS immediately in my head. first i want to find my smartphone. i move around a corner and expect the phone to be there. just 2 feet away from the first place i look i notice my phone on the floor. i pick it up and do the standard waking move: turn on the display to see the time. the display turns on and it looks like my typical background but where normally the clock would be there is just empty space. it doesnt bother me. now i need someone to call me. i shortly hold it in my hands and see if someone calls but i dont try hard enough because three girls approach me. for some reason i just ask one of the girls if they could call me. she nods. but then the thought strikes me... "you need my number right?" i take her phone and dial my number. at the end there is no button call but continue. i hit that button and give her phone back. at that point i already think that this might not be the right approach to get the task done but i go with the flow now. i feel like it would be stupid to stand next to her so i walk away around a corner into a room. on the way i notice some other rooms. they look like offices but for some reason there is a lot of women cloths like bras and underwear and stuff. so i move into a normal looking room and then hold the phone to my ear. i hear no ringing. for some reason i feel like jumping of the balcony head first straight down to the ground. i enjoy the feeling of acceleration. i still hold the phone to my ear and suddenly hear a voice. we talk shortly some nonsense like: "hey whats up" and "i come back to you". i start flying and fly up back to the balcony. i enter the building again and now one girl is standing around. i cant tell if she is one of the three from before. we walk back and i ask or tell her that i found it weird that there is so much cloths stuff in those offices? we approach one and there is a hot babydoll. i ask her if she could wear it and she agrees in general. i think that it might need to long to change her cloth that i would loose precious dreamtime but on the other hand there probably would be a shortcut for this. for some reason we agree on not changing cloths and i remind the other task i want to get done. i tell her i look for my glasses and start looking around on the ground. i also put one hand in her pocket to see if it is maybe there. i see something similar like my glasses on the ground but its just a pattern of the floor what i find interesting because it looks like a optical illusion. i continue looking around and shortly after i find my waking life glasses on the ground. i notice that i already wear a pair of glasses (i can see a light frame around my visual field) i put on the glasses and i have slightly the feeling of seeing a litte sharper than before but the effect is maginal. [sadly i expected this effect already because i wear glasses in waking life so for me glasses make me see better. i might test this with a different pair of glasses like sunglasses or a "special" pair of glasses] . i see a guy standing on a closet. he says something. i approach him and intend to push him thru the wall behind him. i push him and he phases thru the wall the feet still on our side. i explain to the girl that it was nothing bad and that it didnt hurt him. that is cool i can not only phase myself thru stuff but also others, good to know. now there are no goals left. so what to do? i find myself on a street. i think about to visit a desert and some pyramids. i had some medium success with flying and phasing thru several buildings and with this "teleport" or change the dreamscenery completely. i think about if i really need to want to visit a special place or if i just can make one up and fly there. i look around and see a plane. i remember some old TOTMS and decide to fly in direction of the plane. i pass thru some trees with not too much space in between them and i worry what might be behind them. and fair enough behind the trees there is only dense fog and nothing to see. i decide to fly straight to the ground and fly through the earth and come out on the opposite side. i cant see anything so i concentrate on the sound of acceleration and the feeling. everything gets darker and at some point i feel like i should be through and flying "up" again and suddenly i see some buildings around me. i walk shortly and decide to fly on a balcony. while i start flying and feel slightly problems with flying i feel like waking up but i dont fight it and just awake happy with my latest lucid dream that hooked me again to invest a little more effort in getting lucid and doing cool goals.
HH Had some semi lucid Hypnagogic imagery of a woman in a creepy mask with nothing but black pupils. Creepy Vague memory of the woman being in my room. She is shrouded in black smoke and almost resembles a spider. She is sticking a tube in my chest and feeding the black smoke through it. Or maybe it's more like spider silk sticking into me. All other dreams almost reached the surface but were pushed away by a black cloud.
I got lucid by talking to a girl I haven't talked to a long ago, like 4 months I think. I confirmed it by looking at my hands ,that had 20 finger approximately. Then I stood up from the computer, walked to the window , and tried to float out , at second try I succeeded. Outside the weather was kinda bad , it was a about to rain, the street looked a bit different than irl but there was no major differences. My vision was bad, as always, and the dream started to fall apart. I tried to stabilize it by touching myself, rubbing my hands together but I woke up in the end.
I was playing melee with my brother and in it you would get points for jumping and landing on the small island playforms in the sky. I managed to do it many times with DK as we fought but than I became lucid and left the room. My brother than shouted "vampire!" and bit me in the neck. I pushed him away and as I hurried away told him never to do that again. Next I ended up non lucid and walked into the street. As I got in the car I told my mom to hurry up but than suddenly two guys jumped in the front seats and locked the door. "Good thing we got the keys" one of them said as they began to drive away with me. I kept trying to unlock it but couldn't. I contemplated calling my mom but than they would see me. I than felt like breaking the car window but it was impossible. They than drove me around the corner and into an alleyway, next to a red building. After worrying about them killing me there I became lucid. "I can go through the car!" I shouted than went through it than into the building. I ended up walking into a school lab where steven universe characters were secretly alive and Rebecca Sugar was the evil genius contemplating how to use them against society. I wasn't lucid as much there. Skipping that part I exited the place non lucid and bumped into a boy who wanted to give me a free yellow textbook from his bag. It was raining though and his books in his bag got wet. I tried to tell him to forget it but he brushed it off with a laugh. Next his friend who was also a guy ran him into the ground to hug him. He laughed, hugged him than pushed him off. Somehow another book ended up on the street. I gave it to him than went on my way. It stopped raining and I found a girl jogging home and singing. I saw her before so I ran behind her playfully as I was going to race her. She smiled, said hi, than kept running home. I stopped at a street light than waited to cross impatient since it was now dark. Right when I crossed a truck was turning. It tipped over than a man approached me to tell me it was my fault in Spanish. I said no than hurried away. It got to be afternoon again where I heard a guy mention he was going to get his neck shaved. He went into a woman's barber/hair salon and I kept going my way. I ended up on a narrow street that was interesting in layout. The color on the ground was like a golden rocky color. Next I touched the side of a platform to find sticky blood.Lucid now I kept walking noticing a fence than saw Dawn with another anime character. They were dressed in white robes and were searching the area to clear an entity. Seeing my panties on lines I felt uncomfortable though."Do you have to attract it with my panties?" I asked. I just got a serious stare so I said nvm. I managed to catch the entity with a small white staff than the other guy with Dawn grabbed onto it with his staff until we broke the blue entity and he snapped in pieces.
This was an interesting dream. It was very existential. I was at some giant mall with a girl who reminded me of brittany. We were getting pretty close, when I noticed a guy next to me vomit extremely hard into his backpack. I puked too in solidarity with him I went downstairs for a bathroom and found some bunk rooms that I knew were mine, and Lotts and the shitty shed boys were all hanging out together. I emptied the puke and checked facebook messenger and found out that Lotts had added 120 of his shitty friends to the dankerton chat, and ruined it forever. What the fuck. I freaked out on him and spent a few minutes using advanced tools to kick them all out at once, but it was no easy task. We could not abandon that chatroom and all it's history. When I finished I went back to the bunks to talk to them and they were gone. I caught them outside leaving to their cars. When I confronted lotts about it he was being a bitch. His ghetto friend started asking me if I knew how hard he was and brought out a big bag of shrooms. It was at this moment that simon messaged me. It was his graduation party tonight and he was calling me asking me where the fuck I was. Lotts' bullshit cut me off from the information. I teleported back home and found the boys in suits. When I walked down the hall, I saw chris and his date for the night. She was beautiful. I immediately felt a pang of jealousy. Chris finally had a girl, and now I was the only one left. Why me? Why am I not good enough? I entered the bathroom to prepare and escape the envyous view. But when I looked in the mirror, she was standing next to me. So beautiful. An amalgamation of all the girls I've been attracted to in recent months. As I stared in the mirror, something incredible happened. She was gona and replaced by me. I could look at myself from a side angle, a new, unbiased look so different from that head on view we get used to every day. I began to think out loud. "Is this who I am?" I looked deeply into myself, and admired my hair, giving me a devil-may-care look at that moment. I tousled it a bit, and suddenly I was an entirely different man. An older man, with facial features highlighted so differently I may as well have been a stranger. I looked at this man and admired him, but decided to go on. Another tousle, and my hair was long, slicked back, and I had the features of someone in slytherin. I could not recognize myself at all. I began trying to return to my old self. Feverishly messing with my hair, trying to find my way back. I never could. So I just gave up, and accepted this person I had turned into through random chance, and walked back out that door to go to this party. Maybe on this night I would find something or someone. I wake up.
Night of May 25, 2017. Thursday. I enter into a state of (visual) hypnagogia and eventually decide to go into a “Snuffy Smith” comic strip when the opportunity presents itself. I wait for the sketchy rendering of the drawing of a river and a forest rather than a “real” setting to “step into”. I think it is a marvelous idea to visit Hootin’ Holler - as I want to spend some time with the amusing and friendly “people” there even though they are not real. (I did not yet script out a foundation for this concept. Note that I never post scripted dreams or those of certain levels of lucidity, as there would be no point.) My dream is not consciously fully thought out. I find myself in Snuffy’s shack (seemingly in late morning) and get the idea that if he or Loweezy sees me, they will probably just take me to be an imposer or even a thief. I walk around in the dark featureless room and see gaps in the wooden floorboards as well as thin vertical gaps in the wall where thin slivers of light shine through. I also remember that nails stick out from random areas (including on his porch) and I do not want to poke myself (especially as my dreams often have an extremely enhanced sense of touch). Snuffy appears in the doorway in silhouette (initiating the very common threshold dream type scenario). I remember that his house is near a cliff and decide to jump out of my dream. I walk out to the back without being seen. The valley below seems rendered as “real” trees. Perhaps Snuffy has a rifle and wants to shoot me for trespassing (though this is not based on evidence within my dream). I consciously jump with only a soft hypnopompic jerk.
Date of Dream: THU 25 MAY - 2017 Dream No. 119 - The Hairdressing Scam My mum and grandma took me to the hairdressers to get a haircut. It was when I sat down on one of the chairs next to a wall that the lady put some glasses on me and started doing all these optical tests on me. Then all a sudden, this lady who is doing my eye tests is yelling across the room at another customer. She yells something like “Stop disrespecting the need of the business!”. Only then did I realise that this wasn't a hairdresser. I felt scared that the lady would yell at me too but anyway, I said to my mum, “This isn't a hairdresser, it's an optometrist!”. My mum started crying from shock and I got out of the chair and walked out of the store with her. As we were walking away, my mum was making all these remarks at the lady. One I could remember was that we weren't giving any of our money away. So we joined my grandmother back in the mall and decided that they would go back to the car early and have their chips. I followed them down a strange looking street with all these op shops but I was distracted all these racks of jewellery and I soon completely lost them. I eventually came to an area that looked like normal housing suburbia and there I noticed a complex where the lift to the car park was. At first, I was thinking of going down by myself but when I stood and looked up at the big metal doors, I started freaking out and said to myself that I couldn't do it. I went outside and once had the idea that I would call for Dreamy WB to help me down the lift. I walked around all the streets, calling her name but nothing happened. A few times I'd call “Dreamy WB” with the loudest voice in dream history. In this dream, I found that my voice was very loud and clear and was not restricted in any way. Also, every time I called out, I found myself trying to imagine that she was behind a corner of an object and that she would eventually come out if I called her enough times. Still, there was no change and so I decided to call out for her by her alternate guardian name, Miss T. There still wasn't any response and so now I was panicking. I went back to calling out “Dreamy WB!” until I was back at the lift complex. I now noticed a ramp leading downwards as well but I still wanted to call her just to what would happen. Then this room, looking like a public bathroom, appeared next to the lift. All these young girls were coming out of it, including a handful of Killester girls amongst the unknown ones. Still, I couldn't see Dreamy WB anywhere. I went outside again to wait for her. Then when EL comes out, I ask her, “Where's WB?”, she tells me she's coming. It takes a while but WB is one of the last girls to come out of that bathroom and when she's outside, no one else is around anymore. I tell her I need her help. She said she would go with me but she had something else to do first. WB pulled out her phone and used one hand to text someone. She invited me to stand next to her and so that's what I did. I full on hugged her while she put her unused arm around me, while she continued texting. Once she was finished, we walked up to the lift complex but I woke up before anything else could happen.
Updated 05-25-2017 at 07:05 AM by 93119
Orange is the New Bjork Bjork and I are thrown in Jail because we broke into Donald Trump's dream a few nights ago. I am in a visitng/cafeteria area. Bjork is at a table with her boyfriend and they keep whispering and giving me dirty looks. Don Juan from the Castaneda books is sitting at my table laughing. "You should know..." Don Juan laughs and almost chokes on his own laughter, "That Three pronged Naguals and Four Pronged Naguals don't belong together." He laughs uproariously at his own joke? and then he starts slapping his knee. "You didn't think that would actually work did you?" me, "No, not really. I mean once I considered the 'reality' of it I tried to stop dreaming with her. It didn't work and after I told her she followed me into every other dream and convinced me to continue dreaming with her. I did what she asked, I was just trying to make her happy and now look at the mess I am in. I am done with this!" "No, Youre not done yet." He said and laughed again, "Oh you wily sorcerer of old! You're not finished with dreaming and neither are you finished with her." He said and looked serious. "Oh I'm finished with her. I should have been finished when I first realized it was a mistake. But no I had to listen to her and not reason. These drams were driving me mad! Literally mad. Well I'm glad the madness is finally over." Don Juan chuckled, "It's not over yet kid, In a way you'll always be after her, and her always after you." me , "What does that even mean? Because she's CLEARLY after me." I said sarcastically indicating to her table. They looked at me all confused, "Look I'm done with Nagual BS. and I'm done with draming about Bjork, 'cause that is also BS. You're BS and your eternal life with your energetic nod past the eagle is BS. I already have Eternal life with Jesus Christ!" I began yelling. At some point I had stood up but not remembered when I did. I looked down and saw that Don Juan had vanished. "See," I said, declaring to everyone in the room. "His spirit even flees at the mere mention of Jesus, what does THAT say?" "Shutup!" Someone yelled and complained I was disturbing their visiting time. "You know talking to yourself is the first sign you're going crazy!" Someone else yelled. "Oh yeah?" I said, "And what's the second sign genius?" Bjork grunted and threw her tray at me. SJW school I was wandering a highschool after leaving home room. I wandered and tried to find the class again but couldn't. I wound up in a cafeteria with some event going on. Some Transgender and non binary people sat at my table. some guy/girl was hitting on me but I was ignoring him/her. Some girl was talking on a microphone. The thing seemed to be a wedding reception. She started talking about meeting her... and that got my attention. The rest of what she said was garbled in tears. Her and her new very tall wife began dancing to a slow song. The tall one was twirling the shorter red head around. Ouch I was walking down a street outside. Bjork and her boyfriend walk past me and she spits in my face. I guess I got what I deserved? In other news: Freedom!!!
Updated 05-25-2017 at 03:55 AM by 6012
Morning of May 24, 2017. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,419-01. Reading time: 1 min 19 sec. Readability score: 64. I am in an unknown room (although there is an association, conscious afterthought only, that I am in the west area of the kitchen of our present home). There is an indistinct awareness; a possible backstory; of watching what may be a YouTube video made by people with a typical lack of reasonable intelligence. I am only aware of it at times. Its overall content remains uncertain. I am holding commercially bottled water. It is a 1.5-liter plastic bottle with a discernible label. It is probably about three-quarters full. An unknown dark-haired girl approaches me from the east side of the kitchen, possibly from my sons’ room. She wants to know what I have and what the name of it is. I see that the name of the bottled water product is “Watership Down.” I tell her this as I show it to her. I hand it to her, and she takes it, seeming formally appreciative as she walks away, possibly back to my sons’ room. My dream self remains passive and servile. My dream segment stems from the concept of dream state water induction and reinduction, where water usually vivifies the dream state (including by being splashed by it), based on the Naiad process, sometimes ritualistically, at the beginning of many sleep cycles. (The video association was probably from audio from a television that was on in reality.) Here, it is analogous to natural melatonin. I do not need more, as I do not need to remain in the sleep cycle. Thus, the preconscious avatar, no longer in service as a Naiad, takes my water away. What reveals that this (in addition to what I already know) is the case? First of all, rabbits often live underground, an association with being asleep, and the subconscious self (”below,” “under,” “underground”) not being the conscious self. Additionally, the lyrics from “Watership Down” begin with “Is it a kind of a dream?” (Zsuzsanna sang this to me on a cassette she made before we met.)
2017, 05-19 The Healing of Sméagol I am on a rocky path at the top of a very steep stairway, almost like a ladder. I see Frodo and Sméagol off to the side whispering about something while Sam is trying to pull himself up the last few steps to flat ground. I reach down and give Sam a hand, helping him up the last couple steps. Frodo and Sam both want a break, Sméagol wants to keep going. I ask Sméagol if he wouldn’t like some food first. He says he is starving, but can’t eat nasty food from the elves. I tell him I can give him a nice, big, juicy fish… Sméagol drools a bit so I have my Penticon computer function as a Star Trek replicator and I replicate a large fresh trout. I hand Sméagol the fish and he seems as happy as a dog with a bone and tears into the fish raw, much to Sam’s disgust. I ask what Sam wants. He sarcastically answers, saying he wants a big bowl of beef stew with lots of fresh vegetables and potatoes and a big hunk of fresh bread with butter and an apple tart for dessert and a pint of good ale to wash it all down. I can tell he is not really expecting it, so I welcome him to the only five star inn of Mordor, The Flying Raven. I have my Penticon replicate exactly what he asked for on a small table for easier eating. I ask what Frodo wants, he just says he can’t remember the taste of good food any longer. I hesitate, then replicate the same thing for him as Sam asked for. Sam stares in shock for a bit and then starts eating. Frodo eats as well, and says he is grateful, but doesn’t seem to get any enjoyment out of the meal like Sam clearly does. After they’re done eating I ask how much water they have. Sam says not much, can I create that, too? Yes. I take their water skins and use the Harry Potter spell Aguamenti to fill them both with fresh cool water. Sam says he’s never even seen Gandalf create food and drink like that! We continue on our way and finally come to a tunnel. In there is where I will have to heal Sméagol, I’ll do it in there so it will be less likely to be seen by enemies. I follow everyone into the tunnel, which smells like all of the worst things I have ever smelled all rolled into one. The passages are dark, but I can see with my night vision. I follow until there is a fork in the tunnel and neither Frodo nor Sam know which way to go. Frodo calls out to Sméagol but there is no answer. Then the thing starts coming out of the dark passage. A huge spider, coming straight for the two hobbits. It’s Shelob. I go right up to the big ugly spider and, in a commanding tone, tell her that under no circumstances is she to lay fang or stinger or web on either of those two hobbits. No go back to your lair and you can feed later. Shelob stops, seems to consider briefly or maybe resist obeying, but then disappears quickly back down the passage. I tell the hobbits to go ahead, and when they reach the wall of web to cut it with Sting, I have to go find Sméagol. Sam says he wants to pay Gollum back for his treachery, I tell him that’s not the idea at all and head off down a different passage to find Sméagol. I leave the hobbits and go deeper into the caves, just trusting my instinct to lead me to Sméagol. The smell is getting so bad that I want to vomit, I wonder how Sméagol can stand it. I find him near an exit to the outside, looking out through a passage. I approach him, and he says I’m nasty and I’m ruining everything before retreating back into the caves. I follow him and catch up with him in a larger chamber. I focus on the song Touch My Heart from the Devil Hunter Yohko soundtrack. Light energy fills the chamber and flows through Sméagol. After it’s done he looks disoriented, but not harmed. I follow that up by using Of Wolf and Man by Metallica. “I feel a change, back to a better day. Shape shift, hair stands on the back of my neck! Shape shift, in wildness is the preservation of the world, so seek the wolf in thyself!” The energy again surrounds Sméagol, this time his physical form changes into a form that could only be a hobbit. He looks very surprised and confused. He asks what has happened. I feel like I am about to wake up. I tell Sméagol not to worry, I’m going to disappear but I will be back as fast as I can. Everything fades as I wake.
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