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I don't remember a thing from last night. I wasn't really trying to though. Maybe tomorrow.

I was watching Danny Phantom. I noticed that Danny looked somewhat more muscular than the usual art style.

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I was building sand castles and explaining a battle strategy to someone while talking about the 'Art of War'. Manei's father came over and he was telling me how he built their whole home island in Minecraft and wanted to use it to plan a defensive wall around the bay that if ships came into the bay they would run aground on sharp rocks and wreck.

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I was on my college campus, only, as usual, it was truncated in some strange way where. There was a section of campus that was a former radioactive wasteland, with skyscrapers overgrown with vines and trees and the likes. Though it wasn't radioactive anymore because the radiation was from a very long time ago. There was also a tram system running around the college that had a stop in the abandoned city because my college planned to reclaim the land eventually and build dorms and classrooms there.

But until then my professor had to teach there. He was talking about how he wanted us to do a photography project of the abandoned section of campus. I then got back on the tram but it overlapped with being on more of a school bus. I had a discussion with some dream characters and one of them said that there was a rumor going around that this girl that I barley had said she was both my girlfriend and my sister, and it all started because my math professor shipped us. I didn't want the rumor to spread so I lied and said that I was homosexual.

Then the tram stopped and I had trouble getting all of my stuff back into my backpack. I wondered why the tram hadn't closed and gone to the next stop. I then saw that it was my professor that was driving the tram for me. I thanked him for holding the tram at the stop and told him I was sorry for being clumsy and disorganized with my possessions. He smiled and said to be more organized next time.

I got into my car and drove home. Just about as soon as I get home there is a knock on the door. I then 'remember' that I agreed to babysit some woman's child for the evening and that she would pay me (either $20 or $50, I cannot remember). I wanted to ask her some basic questions like allergies or her phone number but she was in a real hurry and just left. Her child was a chubby boy of maybe about five or six, with short blonde hair.

I will save the details but the boy's behavior turned out to be very inappropriate for someone of his age. I wanted to call his mother but didn't have her number. I told him to go sit in the corner for a time-out but he made a face at me. I then saw him in the kitchen, in nothing but his underwear pulling all of the knives out of the block and laying them out on the floor while eating cookies. I drew the line and said that he was coming with me. I picked him up and he started crying, then bit me on the arm and I let him go.

He ran to the counter and pulled my laptop computer off the counter by the headphone jack. I went over and looked at my now nonfunctional laptop and recognized it as a dream sign, and became lucid. I looked back up to the kid.

"This is an anxiety dream, and you are just a part of myself. You will now stop. I will now stop."

"You're not the boss of me."

The child began to transform. His head grew about ten times in size and his body expanded and stretched with a large round belly that reminded me of that of a pregnant woman forming. This new form of his a strange cross of absolutely hilarious and utterly terrifying.

"You are becoming a nightmare. What do you represent?"

I get no reply. I thought of the usual self-imposed rules I put upon myself for dealing with nightmares. If they represent something then I have to accept that thing and befriend them. If they do not represent something, or refuse to tell me their origin, then they exist without meaning in the dreamworld and can be defeated. This nightmare's presence doesn't make sense. I've long since gotten over my anxieties about working with children. His persistent presence is simply frustrating to me.

He starts walking towards me with a toddler-like wobble and a grin of excitement on his distorted face. I just start to think about how everything about this character is unlikeable. He's a brat from the moment he walks in and he's chosen such an awkward and disturbing form once he realizes there might be combat.

I strike him with my hands in a pushing motion. As I swing my hands foreward I notice sparks of electricity linking my hands in a small arc. At this point I'm still reluctant to seriously injure him at the thought of what his mother might think of me when she returns. (Guess I was not fully lucid...) But the monster barely registers the strike. He bends over and attempts to bite me again, where he now has teeth like the titans from Attack on Titan, way too many giant teeth in a wide grin. I figure thats what the dream was probably inspired by. I rocket backwards, clumsily colliding with and destroying the front door of my house, and sliding across a cold, muddy front yard.

Outside I see that I am in a twisted, nightmarish version of my town. Fires, lava, screaming victims, corpses and giant ash-black figures resembling the child but with more proportionate heads wobbling around, being the harbingers of the torment brought upon this world. One detail I remember in particular was the sky was stormy, but the clouds parted in the eye of the storm and the face of a colossal snow-white being with six eyes stared down on me. Even lucid, I could feel the fear emanating from that face and didn't want to continue looking at it.

I turned my attention back to the child monster, whos neck stretched and he made another attempt to bite at me. I wasn't holding back anymore. I kicked him in the jaw with enough force to create a shockwave and saw in slow motion from third person as the kick caused the monster to bite off its own tongue. The monster went flying upwards, and I rocketed into the air after it, unleashing a hail of fire missiles straight up, each blast propelling it higher into the air. I saw the monster clear the explosion, we were nearly at cloud level, closer to the fear-emanating six eyed face, who was now watching the battle through its window in the clouds. I saw the child monster and that my attack had no effect. The monster's stomach opened top-to-bottom and its intestines shot out like tentacles and wrapped around me. The entrails had a disturbing amount of detail, being covered in slime and blue veins.

I created a transparent bubble shield that repulsed my trappings. I then targeted his open stomach, interpreting it as a weakness. I created a spinning fireball with a point and shot it into the open stomach. It caused the monster to rocket back down towards my high school. It was screaming in pain but quickly recovered. I flew down after it and we were now low above the main street of my town. There were cars but they looked very punk, decorated with skulls and spikes. I flew very low over the pavement, that resembled molten magma, at one point flying underneath the car and re-emerging to see the monster hovering above center of town.

I at this point recognized that because this monsters 'home turf' was a firey hellscape, perhaps fire wasn't hurting it.

"Mea Impedius" was the voice command I had prepared to summon my weapon schema, should I ever need it. I heard a humming sound as a a long bronze staff manifested. I looked at it and saw small mechanisms of gears and levers moving. The dream changed completely the moment that I did and I saw Marcus, and we were sitting in his living room. He explained that my weapon schema could become multiple weapons and I simply had to command it to do what I wanted. I looked at the staff and thought that I wanted a ranged weapon and it bent. Two halves of a string connected from either end and it became a bow.

I was back in the original dream. I pulled back the bow and an arrow appeared. I fired at the monster and the arrow, in flight became a huge spear and impaled it through the body. The monster shrieked in pain and I knew I was hurting it now, but it pulled the arrow out and recovered from the wound. I flew backwards down the road as the monster charged at me. It was now wearing a crown made of holly, like a christmas wreath. (At first I thought it was a crown of thorns.) I kept firing arrows into it but they seemed to just be absorbed into its flesh. But then I got an X-ray visual of all the arrows inside of it were still there and they were weakening the monster because they had amethyst tips that emitted an energy that somehow weakened the monster.

I then willed the bow into a spear (with a very large amethyst tip) and threw it at the monsters head. It too got absorbed.

The monster became desperate and in too much pain, and vomited the grim reaper for lack of a better term. A skeletal body connected to the back of the monsters throat by a hundred spinal vertebrae shot fourth weilding a scythe. I couldn't remember the command I had planned for a dreamcatcher shield. Instead I just yelled "Shield, NOW!" and small metal leaflets arranged themselves into a silver Shield." However when the reaper came down onto me the shield broke and I got knocked backwards.

"NO! Dreamcatcher Shield!"

This time I was successful, a blue web of light appeared in front of me. The reaper's scythe came down on the glowing ward, getting caught right in the central eye. The scythe and grim reaper exploded off the shield that created a gonglike sound that shook the entire dreamworld. When it had stopped I heard a low, deep moan that I could feel through my old body. I looked up to see the six eyed face (that now only had four eyes, and looked more human) retreat up the hole in the storm. Rain began to fall and extinguish the fires and turn the magma into obsidian.

I woke up, but did a DEILD almost immediately. I think I saw my alarm clock for a few seconds and it was 4:43am.

The dream went back to the front room of my house where the whole thing had began. I was somehow still fighting the child monster but it was greatly weakened and had a smaller sized head (still disproportionate, though). It had its arm around my neck and I was struggling to get away. Apparently it had some kind of regenerative that allowed it to partially regenerate after all nightmares had already been banished.

I manifested a crossbow on my left wrist and said that the crossbow bolt would negate its regeneration. I saw two tiny green ghosts go around the bolt and the shaft glowed green. I fired it and the monster melted into a puddle of black and red goo and a 'baby alive' doll.

Marcus came in through the front door of my house. I asked him why the nightmare was so hard to kill and he said that it was a homunculus baby that somebody had released from a medieval painting that was haunted. He created an android that tricked the monster into coming over to my house and figured I could do all the 'dirty work' for him. I felt a little used not being informed ahead of time but I've been doing Marcus' dirty work since we met. He promised that next time he had a job for me like this he would keep me better informed, but that this had been on short notice because it was such a big threat.

I asked him why Manei had left my dreams and he showed me a comic panel that looked like my drawing style of her sitting on the couch eating ice cream out of the container and watching tv.

The dream faded into a nonlucid that I don't recall.

I've mostly had self awakenings more than lucidity in a dream .they always seem like series of dreams .like its as if It was one dream AFTER another and not me waking up multiple times in a dream like people usual feel about false awakening and I also realized that they were in series
But yesterday night wasn't one of them . see false awakening take two to three into the required dreams hours .but this dream . it took me exactly one dream.hour .
And I was lucid . in the false awakening
Let's say the first and the second level.
In false awakenings the second level come before the first . as like you have to wake up from one dream level to go to the another .and they seem seem like dream levels but they're not . they're series . I actually remember waking up for a second or to unconsciously .maybe just eyes open ajar but it definitely feels like series well not this dream .
I was in the first level . arguing . to tell everyone to get out of my room . I'm really possessive about my things especially my art stuff ( they cost so much man) and found Lil cousin sis ( okay I don't hate kids but they are monsters and look cute only from the distance) and she was using my costly ass paints on the wall I painted . so I started screaming and told everyone to get out . I knew that now my parents would come in, scolding because screamed at my sis . but they didn't . weird ..
I went back and I slept .
I woke up in the showers , because I love water and that's what I was thinking of in the first level of dream .
I was having fun and singing ..it was night and I was singing aloud . weird .no sound here . only me and the water pouring from the showers . I went to see my reflection and I was like wait this is a dream .and I then I said a lucid dream . started floating in the air and went through the mirror to a.parallel world , didn't go all the way . I also made it dawn instead if night . but for some reasome reason I was only limited to the room . and then I woke up back to the first layer of dreaming and it continued to where It had left off .no time had passed there ..and I WAS NOT lucid in that level . and then I woke up after sometime.

Hey guys, I thought I was going to be able to keep up with this while pregnant, but it just didn't turn out that way. I now have 2 little girls to love and hold, and my husband travels for work so I am home alone with the kids 24/7.

Interestingly enough, I have had a few dreams about having two girls...they are in this journal, too...I believe they are sometime in 2011, maybe in the spring. I am about to go back and check. That was way before I was even married, or even dating my husband. Very interesting.

Anyway, I need to make the most of my freetime right now. I may or may not be updating, it really just depends on if I can even recall much; my recall isn't great as I haven't been focused on dreaming in so long. Parenting is a full-time job! Maybe when they get a little older and more independent, I'll try to start getting back into dreaming/LDing, but right now it's very difficult. If I do remember anything vivid or crazy, I'll update if I can get the time.

Lots of Love,
Krista

WBTB

I become lucid, but decide to go along with the plot. We are running from an enemy who we have threatened with an atom bomb, but I am having difficulties summoning one. Soon they will realise our lie, and take us hostage. I try, but I CAN'T! The enemy knocks on the door... I take emergency action holding a female DC, and teleport to a beach...

i was in my cousin steven's room with 3 other relatives at a square fold-up table. we were packing stuff? i realized i was lucid and said something like "hey look what i can do" with the intention of doing some cool floating. instead i kind of went lop-sided and clumsily upward haha!

non-lucid: i did my reality check (nose pinch) and it worked, but i didn't really understand what it meant. so i tried again, worked again. i didn't believe it.

semi-lucid: this went on for a few more tries until i understood i was lucid. i think it was sitting in my car in a left turn lane. i looked at my hands and they looked so real. i felt cars zooming past me on both sides and didn't want to manipulate too much because i was worried i would lose the dream. then i thought, "okay if this is really a dream, just float a little bit to prove it." i couldn't do it.

i've been able to in previous dreams. this dream faded very quickly. i need to start trying spinning methods or something else besides the hand method because i lose lucidity quickly often and i always have weak lucid dreams.

lucid: in what felt like a costco-ish parking lot, very bright outside. as me and my partner walked toward the building, away from our car, i looked up at what i knew to be a street sweeping sign (though this wasn't a residential area so it doesn't make sense after being awake) and it read:

Tues-Thurs
Tues

made no sense but it looked right!

this was a few months ago but i forgot to post about it:

non-lucid: traversing through snowy, wooded area. houses were modern, cubical, and small but made of sticks and twigs only.

lucid: i realized i was dreaming and wanted to stop heading deeper into the woods because i was scared. i conjured a grappling hook to swing out of there. i remember the sensation of coming back down from a swing, i felt it in my stomach. as i left the area i exited into a.. suburban neighborhood park's parking lot (<best way to describe it). i read the sign to see if it made sense. it did. it said the name of the park.
it cut to me being in my "family's house" (doesn't exist in real life). it was a 3 story, compact townhouse with a modern feel (what's up with the modern homes? i don't like modern houses in waking life!). i was in an upper story and wanted to leave the house so i went down a flight of stairs into the kitchen where my second oldest sister. she asked me a question and i answered in passing. on my way out of the front door, there was a family collage of photographs. i concentrated on the faces to see if they were recognizable. at first, they were familiar but defintely off. the longer i looked, the more correct they got my family's features. strange! outside, i walked up a curving sidewalk. i wanted to live out my complicated gender fantasies so i tried to will myself to just turn into a good looking dude. my first efforts didn't work, so i tried a new strategy of concentrating on my physical dream body and trying to just feel myself changing. didn't work. so i thought maybe if i envisioned who i wanted to be, that would work. i picture anything, so i thought to look up a good looking celeb for inspiration. i took out my phone and typed in "gilliam cyrus" who, in my dream i knew to be miley cyrus's younger brother.. as i looked at my phone, a one direction fan-type person started following me

after waking:
i looked up gilliam cyrus.. he doesn't exist!
and creepy and weird- i don't want teenaged girls to follow me but i suppose my subconscious knows the association of good-looking dude and the subsequent attention that comes with it.

I'm walking with some other DC. I see a temple and decide to go there because I somehow know that something bad happened in that place. The DC follow me. When we arrive I find out that one of the DC has lived her at some time. He poisoned all of his friend in that temple. I find his old room and that of his parents. I try to open the door of his parents room but something is blocking it. I try again and see some human silhouette. Than I become lucid. I walk outside and lay down at a hay field. It,s worm and sun is shining. I can smell the flowers and herbs. I pick a flower, looks like yarrow.
Suddenly I here voices. There is a family having a picnic. I join them and lose lucidity.

COMMENTARY NON-LUCID DREAM LUCID DREAM

Asleep: 12:15
WBTB: 4:00, 7:15
Awake: 9:20
Tech: Autosuggestion, WBTB + MILD
NLDs: 1 + 1 fragment
Lucids: 0

1. I'm with two other guys outside on a wide street. There is a small animal, maybe a mouse or rat but I can't remember for sure. It has been trained by some organization (possibly the government?) to dodge objects/weapons that are thrown at it. We take turns throwing rocks or other things at it and it recognizes and responds by moving out the way. We are all impressed.

2. Fragment - A few guys and I are flying drones. One of them "goes rogue" and doesn't respond to the remote controller anymore!

Notes - I had a few beers before bed and slept extremely deeply. I woke up around 4:00 to use the restroom and fell right back to sleep. I woke up at 7:15 to my alarm but moved so I did MILD. Tomorrow will be a better night!

This lucid dream came about after reciting the mantra, "When I am dreaming, I am aware I that I am dreaming" and visualizing the image on my vision board, which is a picture of two hands during a reality check. I practiced this technique for several days. The resulting dream came about from these efforts:

As I fall asleep, I notice brief HH before sinking down into unconscious sleep. As dream imagery emerges, I notice I am driving my truck. I am travelling down a street near a home I used to live in in the late 70's near Lindenhurst, New York. I notice familiar homes and street signs. I make a turn and my point of perception is at tire-level on the driver's side of the truck. I see the road whizzing by as the wheel hugs the curve and the truck turns down a street. My perception changes and now I am sitting in the driver's seat, looking out the windshield. I pull up behind a large moving van parked in front of a house. I notice my breaks are bad; I really have to press hard to make them work. I begin to realize that this shouldn't be so. IRL my truck's brakes work fine. A beam of awareness enters me and I think, "Could this be a dream?" At once I look at my hands. They do not look like the normal pair of hands on my vision board. They are fat, distorted, grotesquely misshapen. I am dreaming! I begin thinking of all my goals and planned adventures. But almost as soon as my lucidity is registered, I feel myself losing control of the environment. My truck begins to roll backwards. I step on the brakes but it does absolutely nothing. Before I can even begin to stabilize, the scene begins to fade and I return to full wakefulness in my bed. Dreamt 1/25/2017

I always have white walls and furniture in my dreams except when its my parents house (and my parents house is the only rl house I ever dream of)
So I haven't really figured the meaning or should I say message yet else I would stop having that in my dreams I think?

Anyway I was in a house with white walls/furniture and my daughter had some friends there and they were planning on partying. It was breakfast time and I was feeling ok but I wanted out of there so I created another level to the house. I made white stairs leading down a few floors and found another flat their occupied by someone else. Disgruntled that someone else was there I go bored and flew off.

Morning of February 25, 2017. Saturday.



I become more aware while in the middle of a conversation, mostly with people we do not know. Zsuzsanna is with me to my left. We are sitting at a large table. We seem to be in a new unique distortion of the Loomis Street house. If so, we are facing westerly, toward the kitchen. I become slightly puzzled about who these people are. They are mostly a mix of Maori and Caucasian. Without displaying any anger, I tell them it is time to leave. This has something to do with realizing that pages from my dream journals (even from my large notebooks from childhood that served as extensive dream journals) are strewn in loose piles everywhere on tables and desks. I consider that someone reading just one or a few pages of my journals will likely misunderstand everything. Still, I do not see them as thoughtless imposers or intruders.

As most of them get up to leave, I notice a former coworker from Eco 3 (from 1980), Richard B, sitting on a couch, facing south. (The couch is more toward the kitchen and aligned to the north wall where there was never one in reality.) I tell him that he can stay and the others hear me say this. I then see a different version of him sitting farther west but on the back of the couch rather than the seat. This puzzles me somewhat, yet I also recognize him as at least having the first name of Richard though soon perceive him as a different person. The first Richard has no facial hair. The second Richard does.

After we go out onto the porch, there seems to be a large pile of miscellaneous items between the living room entrance and the porch when I look back. (This is not logical as it would have made it impossible to go onto the porch.) I notice several cats climbing up over the items but they do not come onto the porch. The five or six visitors are leaving through a door that is near the northeast corner of the porch, east side (front of the porch), though the real door was near the center of the east side of the porch. (This is a new distortion despite dreams of the Loomis Street house still being common.)

After they are outside, I hear another male’s voice off to my right. Looking on that side of the porch, I notice a thin male of perhaps in his late forties who suddenly starts talking. He is only about the size of a twelve-year-old. He has a large beard and is lying on the wooden porch floor on his back, his head pointed south, apparently having been asleep, under what appear to be two upside-down large metal baskets that are arranged end to end. This is a very unusual and unlikely scene. Looking more closely, I see that he is holding a thin stick with a sharp point, which he grasps lengthways over his chest (parallel to his body). I perceive him as likely being a homeless drunk and I want to get him off the porch but I am wary of the sharp stick. I start to talk to him in a calm voice, telling him it is time to go.

As I watch him, and speak to him, he vanishes before my eyes (yet I do not consider this unusual as I reason that I may not have perceived the scene correctly at first).

“I am not even there, mate,” says a very loud clear Australian male voice. I start to consider that there is some sort of small amplified speaker near the front of the porch (which I visualize as being in the shape of a wind-up alarm clock - an obvious dream state indicator and additionally waking prompt autosymbolism). I ask him where he is and what he wants and he says, “I’m looking for a preview”. (A number of other comments prior to this are exchanged, but I do not fully recall them.) I wake up with a headache (seemingly caused by his loud voice) but which is mild after I get up and walk around.

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Understanding this dream’s dynamics and meaning: Since early childhood, a front porch has been one of the most common final settings in the last dream of a sleep cycle. This is because a porch represents liminal space both in dreams and in real life, which is also evidence of liminal dream state awareness and liminal dream control by way of the virtuous circle effect in having a genuine understanding of dreams, so much so, it serves as a carryover in some dream types. A porch is the liminal space between one’s home and the world outside (analogous to the state of unconsciousness between dreaming and waking). Because of this knowledge, I have deliberately often utilized porches in my dreams to vivify and sustain my dream by going “outside” from the porch. This is also why RAS personification is more likely to be dominant when such autosymbolism is liminally utilized, as it is the function of RAS (reticular activating system) to mediate and modulate the dream based on ultradian rhythms and other factors (such as the need to wake to attend to biological needs). If one genuinely looks at my dreaming history, they would see thousands of examples of this in the fifty years I have studied dreams and validated their meanings.

The upside-down metal baskets were a liminal attempt to “cage” the preconscious to sustain the dream state, in this case, a distorted association with the word “hold” (as meanings of words in dreams are often incorrect along with most other dream content), as both a basket and a cage can “hold” something. The preconscious was “sleeping” at this time but soon became active as the other dream characters were leaving (sustained doorway waking autosymbolism; very common). He did not use his weapon or become dominant because I soon focused on my emergent consciousness stage (resulting in his dissolving and the loud voice beyond the porch).

“I’m looking for a preview” is a curious phrase. While the preconscious often spouts gibberish, this is similar to another phrase spoken by the preconscious years ago; “It’s time for a new movie”. I have held different theories on this. “I’m looking for a preview” may relate to the preconscious seeking coalescence with the emergent consciousness (immediately prior to establishing conscious self identity as the “movie” itself).

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Morning of February 25, 2017. Saturday.



Much of my dream’s foundation involves walking around with Zsuzsanna at night in an unknown city, though of which is possibly implied to be Brisbane.

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Eventually, I find myself going into an unknown large office which has a number of cubicles. It seems to be on the second floor. Several unfamiliar people are present. There is a computer workstation on most desks. I feel as if I should do something (though there is no backstory regarding this situation) and I decide to make it rain indoors simply by willing it. (This is liminal dream control, that is, control of the dream state without lucidity, the cause of which is based on the virtuous circle effect developed out of understanding dream state autosymbolism, which began in very early childhood.) I vividly create clouds that come in and hover near the ceiling, raining down on the office. It vivifies my dream and makes me feel more aware as well as very cheerful. It also augments my sense of touch and the very pleasant tangibility of the water itself. (This is based on the knowledge of water reinduction, as the essence of water is autosymbolism for sleep and the absence of waking life emotion.)

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At the time of this writing, I am nowhere near having substantial content from my lifelong dream journal online. There are only 462 entries on my main sites that describe dreams based on water induction autosymbolism. Water reinduction is an additional factor that developed out of liminal dream control and of which reflects the liminal desire to remain sleeping. In this case, it is based on the liminal awareness of being in a thread of emergent consciousness correlation, that is, the presence of computer workstations, which represent RAS mediation for thinking skills activation (due to the subconscious self not possessing thinking skills, so this is used by RAS as a precursor to activate consciousness). My choice to make it rain, in addition to being liminal dream control, reflects my desire to remain asleep in bed (which is a carryover association developed out of remaining in bed for a time when it is raining in real life).

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The vivid scene of walking in a city at night, often with awareness of someone being with me to my left (dream awareness orientation, as I sleep on my left side, though Zsuzsanna also sleeps to my left), has occurred during virtually every normal sleep cycle for over fifty years. Although this is usually based on vestibular system correlation as a precursor to a waking start as a hypnopompic kick, it occurs more vividly when I had done more walking that day in real life. (This proves that dream state dynamics are often based on residual physicality and biology. This is important to recognize and understand in a world where most of humanity has zero understanding of dreams. It is a significant advantage to have this clarity of mind.) In this case however, it serves as a form of dream state induction that is not interrupted as such.

Despite this dream being based on liminal dream control, the “raining indoors” thread was a major factor in our lives on November 2017, when it rained heavily indoors after a completely unexpected storm tore our roof off.

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Last reviewed on Friday, 18 May 2018.

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