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Have had a high fever today & did log my dream on paper. But it will have to wait until tomorrow to log on here. But I'll be damned if I miss one day of logging something. So here's my something. See everyone tomorrow. Going back to sleep.

I'm helping some students transition through a door in the upper part of a stairwell by making hand signals to them. I turn around in the stairwell to head down, and see a large metal machine. It appears to be long piece of equipment designed to transfer cocoa liquor down a long flow system. I think 'hey this was one of my dream goals before sleep!... or close' as I enter a low level of lucidity. I realize I wanted to go to factory but figure this is pretty close. I decide to taste some of the cocoa liquor so I make a small chalice appear in my hand and scoop some from the metal flowing fountain. It doesn't have much of a taste. I feel the dream isn't very vivid and feel as though it may end soon. I consider my sleeping body in bed. I decide that I could try to pull some bars out of the cocoa liquor while I'm there. I go to reach in but lose lucidity.

Almost the worst recall ever.

Something about my wife driving someone around...

But the last two times I've tried to recall my dreams the same name of a person I know came to mind twice...

There is to be a performance at school. I have all the videos required ready but find they are dubbed incorrectly. It will take to much time I say to do mine and defer to another class and let them take what glory there is. The head is surprised.
Leaving the social occasion, I am given a sliced loaf of bread the size of a large sports bag, to carry back. I'm told to look after it. Disgruntled I try and drop it off at an office along a long glassed corridor but take a wrong turning ending up going through a shopping precinct.
At a bus terminus I am getting pissed off carrying the bag in the hot sun. I can't be bothered to run for a bus that turns up and watch as it pulls out onto the road. I trudge on and get to a place off the road where there its lots of rubble and some kids. I am angry and decide to do the opposite of what I should. I use my powers to drop kick the bag into oblivion, it sails off into the blue sky.

Good evening!

I thought about starting a Dream Journal on here.
So you get to imagine what happens in my dreams every night plus you and I are able to find dream signs or whatever helps me to get lucid - also I want to entertain and remember my own dreams. ( also I can work on my english skills )

Enough Intro:

September 14:

It´s night, I am in my bed, when i hear some scary rumbling. I get up from my bed, step by step. My bedroom door is open. The hallway is dark, glancing to the attic ( the entry is in the hallways ) I know they are THERE. The men who want to get me and kill me. I know they will get me. Sooner or later. Slowly I get out of my apartment.
I want to see my old classmate. Her name is Lisa ( all names are changed ).
I walk along the street going to her house. She is at home, happy to see me. I tell her that I am in danger. She laughs. I am angry getting into a car, driving to a cave. The Guide awaits me. He tells me to go inside the cave he will show me.
After the trip I want to drive home but suddenly I dont know how to drive a car out of the Parking lot. I feel helpless, when my dad arrives and helps me out of the Lot. Then he says, " hey you have to drive on ur own now." But I am afraid. I have no driving license but I am brave, I drive home. I get out of the car and meet a chinese woman, she wants to sell curtains to me very intrusive. I tell her to stop but she wont. Now I get loud " Stop it." She looks at me like I am the devil.
Angrily I walk away to my old house where my friend lives. I tell her about the chinese Lady until a Police Officer arrives and tells me " You are arrested for aussault the Chinese Woman." I am shoked but also happy not to go back to my apartment where the men wait to kill me.

[12-09-2016]

I was in some village, driving a bike. Someone was driving with me, we were driving towards a witch's hut. The witch was anr at someone, which made dealin with her harder.

Precognitive dream recalled: I was sitting in an armchair in my sister's house, writing something on my phone.

[14-09-2016]

I went to school and got immediately taken to some contest of biological knowledge with other people from my class. They asked me about some shampoo, and then the contest began. We had to take a random question and answer to it. I rolled "Why do you want to learn biology?" And a dude in a black suit appeared. I said "I can't help you anymore." He replied "Really? No kidding, you still can do it."

I am in a classroom not aware of this yet as I am blacking in out consistenly on the classroom floor. After awhile of this, I regain awareness of my surrondings looking with my eyes. I see kids going to their proper classes and parents infront of me helping their child calm down. I felt slightly embarrassed as I knew I had been moving around dramatically through the ordel. I begin to wonder how did I get here exactly? That is when I see a co-worker of mine working around the classrooms. Still on the floor, I figure I must be at work. As I get myself up from the floor and walk toward to the co-worker.

I came to another question. Wasn't I schedule to be off on thursday? That's when I stop my walking at the back end of the school classroom. I look at my two hands and could see that one of my fingers were glued to the other one for a moment. I smile cause I knew I realize that I am currently dreaming. Now I wanted to prove it to myself. I see the back dark red door infront of me that I figure would lead me outside. I walk right through it like nothing was there. Now I knew for sure that this is a dream. I am outside, the sky is dark grey as if it's about to rain with the puffed up clouds but unusually it's not.

I say to myself so this is how my world is now. I could see grass all over the school building I was just in. I begin walking/exploring and not long I found this underground passage way in the middle of the grass. It was dark but I proceeded as I got down to the bottom I see another underground tunnel that was glowing blue. I figure I might as well go further then . There is only one option of getting down through this blue underground tunnel and that was to slide on the walls that are built on the side. I did so for awhile as it felt like a rollercoaster and eventually got to the bottom when I got stuck in mid air. I jump off and could see to my left there were two huge doors.

I open them and was now inside an office. I look around with my eyes while placing my hand on one of the chairs. I could see no one, it is empty with a small tv playing hang on the upper right of the wall. That is when I hear a voice of someone asking if I weret here. I go to where I hear the vioce the loudest and greet them. I then went further down the department and saw all the other co-workers I knew. One of the employee's look very angry at me for some reason that I did not know. I continue observing as I see some in a rush to leave, I spent a minute looking around before waking up. Lucidity Time: 4 minutes

+ I'm on a team of guys preparing some important demo on various computer systems attached to tall posts that have huge water tanks associated with them. I'm thinking a lot about managing this water how long it will take to fill up the tanks. The location is [after waking realization] CH Park BB level.

+ I'm outdoors it's a bleak, mostly dark night, I'm evading some scary stray dogs, pushing them away, climbing on a table and a roof to get away from them.

+ Climbing down into an area with shacks/derelict structures, we're again preparing our computer demo. I walk through an inside location and I see there are 4 computer stations prepared for us where each of us will set up. [some stuff happens outside] then back inside, I'm looking at the spots in a cabin where we will sleep and now our sleeping bags are laid out on the floor, and a computer desk is set up by each sleeping location, I think early in the morning, some of us could get up and use their computer and that might make noise bothering the sleepers. Go into the next room into a bunk with one of the partners and we start singing and I'm harmonizing (Sound of Silence). I'm mostly singing very high lines and my voice is very accurate and the harmony sounds great . I have to pee so I get up and go to the next room, and I ask the guys "so what was the high point of the day for our demonstration, do you think?" One of the guys reaches up and blocks some air vent with a small yellow piece of paper which gets partially sucked in and then stops there, I think this will block the flow of air into the room. I go back to the bunk but I still have to pee (I don't remember peeing last time I got up) and returned to the room, then I wake up and really have to pee!

D1: Non-Lucid: I was in the middle of no-where. I was just "there". Nothing before it all. Was very odd. I kept trying to build a house but it started very strange. There was just nothing. I mean nothing. I was trying to build with nothing. I started by trying to create a straight line. I spend a ton of time just trying to will a plank of wood w/ my hands to exist. Eventually I got the hang of it & built a whole town! This was an amazing dream as it was like no other dream I have ever had. I've never had a dream where there was just nothing. Eventually there was brown cracked dirt though while I was creating the beam. Now people are there. And I realize I am a teenage boy. HUH? Ya, my gender wasn't correct. I've been a different age but never a different gender. A flood came. There are cars everywhere in the water & other teens. I see 5 in particular & jumped in to save them... I woke up all hazy & fuzzy.

Did a wbtb.

D2: Non-Lucid: I was way back in the early 1900's. And I lived in a home that showed I didn't have much money. It was in town w/ bare old gray looking wood. I felt like the man who was w/ me was my first husband but it wasn't, it was my Mike. We stumbled upon some collectible pieces of paper which had pictures on them. They came from my fathers mother who passed away in real life when I was in 5th grade. Mike said he needed to make copies or forgeries. He left & came back w/ a big stack. We then had to hand over the originals to the authorities for some reason. Mike left & I was frantically trying to find a way to get rid of them but I was too late. I was by some railroad tracks & I heard & saw an old fashioned police car w/ the light on the top so apparently my time line had changed because there were no cars like that in the early 1900's. I started running at an incredible speed through yards & stuff to try & warn Mike that they know & that they were coming for him. I was too late. I no sooner told him than the pounding on the door began & I woke up.


Lately I've only read books that have been written by Mediums for the last couple of months. I've read on average 3 books a week.Learning about energy more & more. I've even done some experiments which were really cool. They were in energy. Energy is everything & makes almost anything possible. I've become a whole lot more intuitive than I ever thought possible. I feel so spiritually liberated & am no longer afraid of death. Because there is no death. Our bodies die & our souls move on. It's only our body that dies. After reading so many books written by Mediums I am so enlightened. My intuition has greatly improved. And even though today I have a crazy fever & runny nose, I am pushing through & keeping up my positive vibrations. I just finished a book by James Van Praagh. It's called Ghost's Among Us, Uncovering the Truth About The Other Side. It's an incredible book! He talks about his life & how he became a Medium. His stories are incredible & inspiring. He literally changed my life. It seems of late though that I just keep having life altering experiences.

New Color Code
Non Lucid
Semi lucid
Lucid

I and my family had arrived at our new house that was huge almost like a small mansion.It still had a resemblance to our old house though.While I was looking around inside I heard that Eye was around but in the front yard area.Knowing that Eye was around I knew I was in a dream. However, I still felt like it was a part of WL reality. I expected for Eye to come inside the house but meanwhile I would look for something meaningful. When I entered the living room Eye approached me and handed me a cat. The cat was white and small like a kitten. So I guess it was a kitten.I nuzzled it close to my face and hugged it. Eye than asked if I wanted something else. I said no than thought about how I could change it to a black cat to represent Eye but than changed my mind cause I wanted a white cat.Afterwards I went up the stairs and was planning on going to the second floor where the neighbors would live. As I went up the steps I heard Dawn was around too. I decided to keep a distance from him just for fun. That way he would look for me and actually put some effort in finding me. But than my parents started calling me so I went to look for them. When I found them I saw Eye and Dawn were present as well and according to my mom we were all going on a trip.

I became aware that the dream had no connection to WL at that point and decided to have fun with the direction it was going in. But this time I would look at it as a quest instead of a trip. Knowing we were going somewhere together I decided to pick a partner/sidekick for the quest. So I jumped on what was Eye and sat on his shoulder area. However, I noticed that upon closer inspection Eye was taller and he now had Dawn's hair and face.But than Dawn came than stopped us from leaving after he jumped with me onto the yard area of the house. I than quickly got on the ground and watched them push at each other and about to use powers that reminded me of DBZ. However, after watching for a bit I decided to stop them and told them that it was no big deal.They stopped but than Dawn went up to my mother and asked her if she wanted to go with him on the boat as partners. Seeing this I thought about how I still wanted Dawn by my side so I went up to him and asked him if it was okay if me, Eye and him could just pair up together. He said no and walked away. I decided to just stick with Eye after that but just as I wanted to set out on the quest I woke up.

Did WBTB

Meditated for 30 minutes.

While lying down I felt myself rotate on the z-axis 360 degrees until I was certain I was dreaming. Again I could barely move for some reason. My dream body felt heavy so my theory was that I was still sort of awake even though my mind was in dream land. Another rotation happened and this time my body was a bit lighter and I could get out of bed.

I went outside my house a visited another in my dream. I remember telling myself since I had successfully performed a WILD I would be in here for a while but I only remember the first section of the dream up until I met a dream character and had a conversation.

Morning of September 14, 2016. Wednesday.



I am using a notebook computer as well as accessing the Internet in an unfamiliar residence which is apparently where my family and I live. Our oldest daughter is present at one point and she is also using her computer. The large room does not have much furniture and I am seated on the floor, my daughter also seated on the floor on the other side of the room. The common distortion of somehow “using the Internet” in an actual notepaper notebook occurs (where images sometimes move on the paper, though not in every such dream, and in this case, actual type appears rather than handwriting).

I try to search for the term “Ghost Riders in the Sky”. I seem to have forgotten how to perform a search, at least in a more feasible manner. I type “Ghost Riders in the Sky” with a small keyboard so that it appears on the notebook paper. I then move the computer mouse across the notebook paper to near the top of the page and watch the image of the print move in line with the mouse. I seem to remember that by doing this, it activates the search. However, nothing happens. I then reason that one has to move the computer mouse more quickly so that it creates a sort of “momentum” as the print on the paper is then somehow “flung” into a virtual but unseen search engine box on the surface of the paper. I cannot seem to do it correctly. I reason that there must be a virtual impetus setting (for the computer mouse) of plus or minus and in a context menu but I cannot remember where it is.

I ask my daughter if she can get the search function to work on her computer. She seems to discover that the search function is offline and informs me of this. Still, I decide to try a different computer, which I recall is in a different room off to my right. There is a very large rectangular wooden table that holds six computer workstations (the narrower end of the table parallel to the doorway), both towers and desktops, each with a large CRT monitor, which are arranged as three facing outward on each side.

I decide to use the middle workstation on one side of the table; the side where the doorway is then to my left. The search still does not seem to be working after I type in the phrase “Ghost Riders in the Sky”. I notice that the USB cable that is required for the search function to work is at an angle, halfway out of the electrical outlet (which is a white upright surge protector power board with three outlets), but tipped to the left (which is based on two absurd notions; one, that a USB cable needs to be plugged in somewhere for an Internet search to work and two, that a USB cable would fit in an electrical outlet).

I adjust the USB cable to push it down fully into the outlet which is on my right. It is in the outlet between where the desktop computer is plugged in (left side) and where the CRT monitor is plugged in (right side). Soon, there is a sizzling sound. I am not sure what is going on. I see an orange glow coming from the monitor without paying much attention to the side of the monitor looking more like a vent with equidistant horizontal louvers. Soon, there are sparks flying out of the outlet along with a bit of fire and more sizzling from the other workstations. I soon realize that I had better turn off and unplug everything. First, I turn off the switch on the power board, but the noise and fiery glow seems to grow and spread and I wonder if I had turned it on instead of turning it off (which is illogical as I had just been using the computer). I go around the table attempting to turn everything off. There is even a power board with three outlets hanging to the left of the doorway at about chest-level, which I also turn off and pull plugs out of. My wife Zsuzsanna comes in. Our youngest son and daughter come in and playfully walk clockwise around the table cheerfully and I tell them that they should leave.

Although the fire becomes brighter and the sizzling louder, it does not really spread that far. Each fire mostly remains inside the perimeter of each computer workstation, which is looking more and more like an arrangement of tall vents with equidistant louvers that I mostly watch the fire through. There is hardly any smoke.

Soon, the crackling and sizzling becomes a very strange metallic music. It is firstly an instrumental version of “Ghost Riders in the Sky”. The metal of the burning workstations “plucks” the song, though is not that loud. The gremlins (from the 1984 movie “Gremlins”), though remaining unseen, are “singing” - though not the actual lyrics, just “ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya” to the melody, though for the chorus, they sing “yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, ghost riders in the sky…” the title being mostly muttered and somewhat indistinct as they go back into the “ya ya ya ya” verse. As I stand in the doorway, I marvel at what seems a “frozen moment” of perfection (even though I know it will cost a lot of money to replace the computers). The thin metallic plucking of the melody sounds very distinct as each louver of the vents snaps, though the workstations (and vents) still appear as complete and undamaged through the fire. (The equidistant horizontal lines of light have appeared in previous dreams, akin to venetian blinds and relating to the nature of liminal space, including with the potential of greater clarity or lucidity, between dreaming and waking.)

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Although I consider this a beautiful and unique dream (analogous to the dream-self identity as the phoenix), it carries the same core meaning (and sleeping, dreaming, and waking components and inherent symbols) as the majority of my dreams since early childhood. Firstly, my unconscious dream self seeks to return to whole consciousness (which is often the primary goal of most dream-self incarnations though in many cases the dream self attempts to “escape” from the “interference” of whole consciousness, or does not want to wake yet) through use of computer technology (as only the conscious mind has viable thinking skills or a stable system of logic). The common “return flight” aspect is here, but in this case as the “ghost riders in the sky” (the sky often being symbolic of the conscious mind as being “above” the dream self), where fire is mentioned in the actual song, fire of which represents emergent (waking) awareness (or if one prefers, the emerging sun or light of day). Orange is also a factor of sentience (and the need to wake up) between yellow and red (which also represent states of consciousness when dominant, yellow or gold being the “softer” phase and red often indicating more of a need to wake, in my case, often after sleeping a little too long, relative to circadian rhythms). The color red increases the pulse and heart rate, and raises your blood pressure in preparation for waking. Red, orange, or yellow are typically the final dominant colors in my dreams (depending on the type), where blue typically serves as the opposite, that is, dream induction itself (or the calming of consciousness which transmutes as the “sky” but focuses via the “sun”).

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Morning of September 14, 2016. Wednesday.



I am at our present address where we live now, though eventually the layout becomes larger and quite different. I am looking for a letter that I had somehow misplaced within moments of reading it. Not only that, I recall at least four other versions of the letter that we had received over the last week or two. It relates to our oldest daughter having some sort of unusual medical concern regarding her back (which is relevant to Zsuzsanna’s younger half-sister, not any of our children) and perhaps needing to stay at a children’s hospice (even though she is an older teenager). I am annoyed, because the issue does not seem real and that it seems more like an incompetent intrusion by the government.

I look through a few piles of magazines and random papers, including piles of scholastic worksheets and unused coloring-in-pages (one featuring four rockhopper penguins on ice ledges of different heights), but cannot seem to find any of the copies of the letter. I tell Zsuzsanna that I do not know how all copies have seemed to vanish including the one I had just been reading at a desk.

Over time, as our residence slowly expands, I notice that our oldest daughter has gone into the left side of my wardrobe to sleep (while in a standing position). This does not strike me as unusual. I begin to hear her deep breathing through the closed wooden door.

I notice Dick Van Dyke (the actor, now 90 years old in reality), who is wearing a black business suit, walking around as if he is looking for something. He appears as he did in the late 1960s. I am not all that surprised and find it a welcoming visit. He stops near my wardrobe and puts his ear to the door. “Your daughter is very special,” he says sincerely, “she creates marvelous poetry”. He continues to press his left ear against the left door of my wardrobe and comments on the rhythm and beauty of her poetry, even commenting on particular stanzas that I myself do not hear, and even though she is asleep. (Our daughter is a very talented artist and she has done professional work for others at an early age, but she does not write much poetry.)

I finally start to talk to him by firstly addressing him as Richard.

“Richard?” he considers in a puzzled manner, not directly addressing me, but absentmindedly looking at the shelves of what is now a grocery store. My wardrobe is now perpendicular to the beginning of the aisle. “Richard,” he softly mutters, barely audible, and seemingly responding to an incorporeal voice rather than my actual presence. I conclude that I had unduly puzzled him and instead decide to formally address him by his surname. I cheerfully start to say “mister…” but then I somehow forget his surname. He does not acknowledge me at all but seems to be interested in studying the contents of the shelves, picking out a jar of orange marmalade (emerging consciousness metaphor), while I continue to wonder where the letters from the government are (subliminally waiting for my dream self’s ascent into whole consciousness as a letter symbolizes potential threads between dream self and conscious self in non-lucidity).

I go through a couple “rooms of our house” and end up near the entrance to “our house”, which is now the checkout area of the Woolworths grocery store. This does not seem strange to me at all. I look through a pile of papers near two different cashiers, but still cannot find a copy of the letter. I am not bothered by the unknown patrons being in our “home” which is now apparently solely a grocery store.

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This dream was typically precognitive (as there is a precognitive element in nearly all my dreams of one kind or another, often left unappended - in fact, over the last few years, at least one a day based on something my wife or daughter had thought of or mentioned to each other without me having any way of knowing), though in a rather skewed sense as is often the case. Zsuzsanna had returned from shopping with a sheet of paper (given out at the grocery store checkout) that was a coloring-in drawing for the promotion of a children’s hospice (featuring four hummingbirds, not four rockhopper penguins, though still in the same position regarding the birds). I find it amusing how dreams do this all the time, that is, foreshadow forthcoming events, but often in a “cleverly” altered way (though literally or visually exact in many cases).

Still, in contrast, there are the typical dream signs and standard components and waking transition. Our oldest daughter has gone to sleep (dream sign) in my wardrobe (secondary dream sign) and my dream ends with a typical waking transition symbol (a grocery store checkout symbolizing the leaving of the dream state). My preconscious personification (here, Dick Van Dyke) ended up “avoiding” me, or “failing to understand” as is often the case, but still lovingly commented on the nature of my family (just prior to the waking stage), the most important aspect of my life.

I recall running through a city, with buildings collapsing all around me. It was night, I think. Rubble was coming down that I had to dodge. I somehow got up to "my" apartment, which was somewhere in a half-ruined high-rise. I was in my apartment, overlooking the rainy city at night. It's possible the entire outer wall was torn off. I think I was called and received "an assignment".

I went back out into the rubble outside, until I was below a pretty tall skyscraper (either under construction, or collapsed, leaving only the "skeleton") and got to a ladder. I climbing this ladder all the way to the very top. All that was left was steel beams 200 meters above ground. Fear of heights kicked in, but obviously nothing like real life (or I would never have started the climb). I was carrying a knife in my hand. Suddenly, out of nowhere, some other guy, quite young, clambered towards me. He asked why I had a knife. I said it's for self-defense. He wasn't pleased with the explanation and wanted me to drop it. I didn't want to. The situation got violent pretty quickly. At some point, he tried attacking me with a knife of his own (or did he disarm me?) and I stopped his attack by simply grabbing the blade. I thought this would have cut my hand badly for sure, but I didn't feel much and I didn't notice any blood. Later, I stabbed my knife into soft skin of his lower jaw. Suddenly, there were many other dudes up there, eager to "avenge" my transgressions. I decided to get out of there. I went back to the ladder, and used it to slide (faster than climbing) all the way down at breakneck speed. I reached the ground, but knew they would be coming after me.

So I ran, around another building, which I knew was a posh hotel. I was trying to break line of sight to my enemies as soon as possible. I went into the building, but instantly remembered this wasn't the main entryway. I walked to the end of the hall, and pressed the elevator button. I nervously waited for it to arrive, until I noticed a pretty girl in a cubicle next to me. I was embarrassed, as I remembered her, and as it looked as if I'd been staring at her (I wasn't, I was just absent-mindedly staring at nothing). I turned around and exited the building again. That's when I got a phone call. It was the police. I was terrified, and figured my attackers had called the cops. But no, it was about an incident back in October of 2007, when I worked as a waiter during some kind of reception (this never happened), and where I was falsely accused of theft. The cop said (in Dutch), that they were finally ready to convict me, and that "De Gucht" (Belgian politician) would be on the jury. I was annoyed, because the way the officer spoke implied he was certain of my guilt. I told him (also in Dutch) I was disappointed I would be "convicted for something I did not do". This was right before waking, and I think I said this sentence out loud in reality.