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    1. Dream - Female Guide For A Female Job

      by , 01-22-2019 at 05:22 AM
      Date of Dream: TUE 1 JAN - 2019

      Dream No. 518 - Female Guide For A Female Job

      I donít remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was at a distorted version of Waverley Gardens shopping centre. I entered into the bathrooms complex and headed into the female bathroom. I forgot what exactly but I figured I needed a dream guide to help with something. I originally had intentions to call 18-Volt as usual but then my mind quickly changed. I thought to myself, ďthis is a female bathroom, so I should be calling for a female guideĒ, so now my mind was set on me calling for Dreamy WB.

      I called but she didnít seem to come for the time being. I eventually headed out of the bathrooms and continued my search. I remember calling Dreamy WB for what seemed like and endless amount of time; I was very persistent. At the other end of the corridor, I seemed to end up at this hall in which I saw a very distorted version of Dreamy WB in the distance. Though as I kept calling, there was the tingling sensation as if the dream was gradually forcing me awake, so I stopped. My willpower was still going for me to call her but I decided not to. I tried signalling to her instead. I forgot what happened for the rest of the dream.

      Dream 518: Results (Competition #9)
      Competition Night: 27
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Dream Guide: None
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

      Points For This Entry: 0.5
      Calculation Details:
      - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

      + Previous Total: 128.5
      Total Accumulated Points: 129.0
    2. Dream - The Ship That Sets Sail

      by , 01-22-2019 at 05:16 AM
      Date of Dream: SAT 29 DEC - 2018

      Dream No. 517 - The Ship That Sets Sail

      I donít remember how the dream started, From where I do remember, I was in the area of the shopping strip on Brady Road. There was some sort of boat-like ship parked in some skyward dock that I was walking towards and apparently I was actually the owner of it. There was an announcement though that the ship was about to leave and so I had to hurry. The ship actually started to move off with me but I managed to grab onto the stairs and pull myself onto the ship. I found out that the ship was going to Bacchus Marsh, taking my brother, his university friend and the friendís brother there.

      This ship I owned was very massive and it had heaps of rooms in it, sort of like cabins. NB, RK and BK were sharing a room. Meanwhile I was walking up to the second floor from the captainís area when some random man stopped me. The guy didnít know who I was and so when I told him that I was the owner of the ship, he seemed to have a hard time believing me. Although once I said it a few more times, the guy realised and was amazed.

      He asked me if I could verse his son in some sort of Super Mario Bros quiz. I led him into the lounge room and saw the little boy sitting on the floor. I then sat down with the boy and did the so called trivia quiz with him. At first I thought Iíd be able to beat him easily but I was wrong. He answered the question before it was even finished and the man deemed it correct. At the end the boy had something like 76 points and I only had 30, so he was the clear winner.

      The dream then showed a scene with NB, RK and BK in their room in which their room number was supposedly ď147 Ė CreditĒ. 147 being the room number and ďcreditĒ being the standard of their room, being the second lowest. The system of rooms was apparently the same as the tertiary education grading system (Pass, Credit, Distinction, High Distinction). The dream got a bit exposing with RK and so I will not mentioned what happened there. The dream then showed the ship flying over Bacchus Marsh which was just hills of farmland with a number of bushes as well as cows roaming the ground. The dream ended there.

      Dream 517: Results (Competition #9)
      Competition Night: 24
      Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
      Dream Guide: None
      Emergency Team: None
      Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

      Points For This Entry: 1.0
      Calculation Details:
      - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

      + Previous Total: 127.5
      Total Accumulated Points: 128.5
    3. Having a secret house, playing with kids, meeting three GTA Thugs, then talking to Harry Potter.

      by , 01-22-2019 at 03:46 AM
      you know whats the most annoying thing ever?
      trying to run in dreams but when you run you run as fast as a 90 year old turtle walking.


      last night I dreamt that I had another house outside of the city, this house wasn't really special and I didn't do anything interesting in it. I walked out and I went to this little girls house, she looked around 5 - 6 so we played for awhile, she lived in a huge mansion but then she explained that the doors needed to be taken out, they looked super large and ingrained into the house... if that makes sense, but we continued out of the room and talked.

      I walked up the stairs and her mother was up there, then I got some green panties thrown at me, her mom screamed at me and told me to go away. her mum then walked down and said to me "I'm sorry but I can't allow you up here" a girl who looks around the age of 17 immerses in and the mother points to her "she's (the girl) on her period" and the girl goes to the bathroom.

      after such an encounter, I left the house and ran to my city, I literally sonic speed ran through that, then I saw my mum and went into the store she was in and just talked about her day like nothing happened.

      the dream skipped:
      I was at a child's Christmas party, but we all got to make our own living rooms, unfortunately for this part of the dream I was occupied with my old toxic friend. she continously annoyed me in it, anyways, while I was painting I asked for paint, and the guy who I think was my internet friend Nord (for appearance help: he's a short, African kid and somewhat underweight but not alot. he has no hair.)
      he was getting out he paints, but all the paints were dark blue so he would mix them with other colours to get a new colour, unfortunately for my toxic friend she didn't understand this and would scream at him for doing everything wrong when he would mix the paints together. Anyways, my room was finished, and I went to the lounge and replaced the lounge with my room. and we all got to showcase our rooms.

      after this, we went to a stage place. it was dark blue and we were all on stage, not sure what we were doing on it but we weren't performing, just messing around and stuff. then a ton of 40 - 60 year old overweight women pooling in, then the show started. no it wasn't us, it was two asian men and one English person in the middle, it was a question show.

      I think I was the Asian man on the left but viewing it in third person since I was thinking his answer. anyways, the question was: "Whats That Pikachu?" (literally.).

      the man on the right answered.. "it's an anime made in Japan about a creature named Pikachu" and got it right, I however answered "it's a TV show in Britain about people who are morbidly obese".. I got it right, yay 😁.

      then the show ended, and I went back to my house.

      It's not quite lucid yet but bare with me, I left my weird house that was far away from my actual home, and I tried running back to my normal house but this time I got lost, I almost got run over a ton, and my pants were lounge pants so they kept hanging over my feet, then I made it to a city, not my hometown city though.

      I saw an alleyway with red stairs on it, then I continued to walk up the red stairs/ladder. I saw a red cage at the top which was red aswell.

      it had two kittens in it, one yellow one white. while climbing up I heard a voice below me yell "YO DAWG WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU'RE GONNA KILL YOURSELF" I immediately walked down and I was greeted with three men sitting in front of me.

      one man was Completely naked, with his peepee out, and he was mildly hairy. the two guys behind him were just normal people sitting down.

      we talked for a bit, then one of the guys said "you see those kittens up there in the cage?, well that Yellow one theres named Nurse. Get it? Nurse?" as it was like some ultra funny pun or something.

      then in the windows behind us, someone pulled their apartment window up and looked at him angrily, she was a nurse. now I don't remember what happened next but I do remember that someone threw something, not sure if he threw something at her or if she threw somethin at him but something was thrown.


      we all got up, and ran in the city, I remember it was like GTA San Andreas cause I picked up an item whilst running and it made the GTA San Andreas noise. whilst running, for some reason we stopped and then I was on my own

      then they dissapeared. I was by myself, confused, I saw Harry Potter. we talked for awhile then we caught up with his friends, but he was running since they were running away from us, except, I couldn't run.

      I knew I was dreaming but I didn't have much control, I kept trying to run but I was just running at a less than average walking speed, I also tried changing stuff about the dream but it didn't work. it was so sad. once we all got there, we all turned into cute adorable hamsters then I woke up.

      Updated 01-22-2019 at 03:49 AM by 92351 (how do i change tags)

      Tags: weird
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    4. Magicians, Merciless A.I., and the Other Thing

      by , 01-21-2019 at 05:55 PM
      I woke up several times so my recall is kinda effed up.

      We were on the run, but couldn't get very far from our enemy who was holed up in my childhood home in MA. One of my companions seemed like Penny from The Magicians, but he was skinny and strung out, and ended up being a huge self-serving coward. We ran alongside the railroad tracks and ducked into a narrow, two story waystation house with its sad, peeling exterior. From some angles I could see the front of the house, and from others it looked like a movie set. Penny crawled up to the second floor and found the smallest safest space to huddle in, between the nightstand and the wall. He's exhausted and looks awful. He has his knees up and his wrists atop them, hands hanging over. His hands are in really bad shape marked with raised bloody welts in a crosshatching pattern. There also appears to be maggots? I don't want to touch them, but feel like I have to.
      "Penny, we can't rest here long."
      "What's the point? They're just going to catch us."
      I want to ask him how his hands got this way. It's not just the wounds, they feel infected and contagious. Hesitantly, I take the tips of his ruined hand between my thumb and forefinger.
      "Listen to me. We just have to hold out a little longer, wait for the patrols to pass, then we'll be free to move." I reply.
      "My hands hurt so bad." He groans.
      "Don't worry, I'll find you something for them."

      I don't remember much else. Running? A view of my childhood home at night. I can barely see the outline of the house it's so dark, but the lights are on. I can't believe I escaped.

      Merciless A.I.
      I'm in a black room with a stainless steel gurney in the middle, and a single bright pendant light above it. There's a bald, spindly scientist in a white lab coat. He thought he made friends with the first A.I. but the being became...absently ruthless in its efforts to test its limits and prove that it could and would do anything. So, there we stand, in a loose circle around the table where the spindly scientist lays on his stomach. He's pleading with us that the A.I. just doesn't understand humans, that it can be good.
      Its voice drones out that if he doesn't follow its instructions, it will do impossible things to his body to prove the extent of its power.
      "I can make shit come out of your head." It says.
      We exchange uneasy glances, because that just isn't how the human body works.
      "You don't believe me. Joe. They don't believe me. Joe. I want you to say it."
      The A.I. wants some very important information, access to the mainframe which requires several passwords from different sources. The A.I. feels distant, like it's being controlled by something else. Like it doesn't really understand what it's doing. Another, lower voice, commands Joe to scream and it'll tell his 'friend' to let him go.
      Joe doesn't, and begins to writhe and his wrenches open in a silent scream as a hole appears in the top of his head. Brown liquid pours from the hole over his face, and then out of his mouth. Followed by a river of blood.
      Deeply disturbed, I ask Joe why he wouldn't scream for the Second A.I.
      Joe twitches and gasps wetly.
      "Because." His eyelids flutter and I know he's going to die. "I didn't want her to be afraid."
      Her. His A.I. friend. "She doesn't know what she's doing, not really." His voice fades to a whisper.
      And that's it. He's dead.

      The Other Thing
      The government granted my team permission to travel overseas to Asia, our leader is a bit of a conspiracy theorist and wants to prove that it isn't the WHOLE COUNTRY that hates us, and that parts would agree to trading with us again. We're at the embassy and not allowed to leave, and he keeps finding books that prove his point. They are tattered and damaged with holes in their stained pages, but it's from before the Shutdown.
      "SEE! THIS PROVES THEY LIKE US!!!!!" He's so enthusiastic that I don't want to bring him down, but a couple of books isn't exactly resounding evidence.
      The embassy is narrow and full of 70s-ish furniture with that awful wood veneer and burnt orange fabric. My friend Brittany (though a younger, more round cheeked version) is kneeling on the floor, leaning across a coffee table. I go over to help her with something. I haven't talked to her in months, I've missed her, and I'm glad she's in front of me now so I don't have to decide whether or not to text her. I find this version of her adorable and only just stop myself from pinching her cheek. Her boyfriend is on my side of the coffee table, he refuses to make eye contact and pretty much pretends I'm not there.

      Updated 01-21-2019 at 06:03 PM by 54746

    5. 21 Jan: Sex with plush toy, someone wants to hurt me and directing dream characters sex

      by , 01-21-2019 at 01:33 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      At my room, feeling horny, somehow I start having sex with a giant plush rabbit toy. The notice I have the window curtains pulled open and lights on and some neighbors could be watching, so I stop and close the curtains embarrassed.

      Later some cops knock on my door with a warrant, do a search and find nothing. Then a food inspector comes and finds spoiled food on fridge. I wonder why would that be a problem, then think he might associate that with the fact I used to sell some food made at home. But who and why is trying to frame me?
      I go out and come back by subway at night. I get out at a shady station and regret immediately when I see lots of shady guys looking at me. I decide to go back and get out at another station. But when I am going back to the station I feel a needle on my buttock. Shit! I run all possible scenarios through my head and I panic. I try to get to safety inside the station before passing out, but I start loosing my consciousness and my last thought is that I am screwed.
      I wake up.

      I run a bar. At the end of the workday, I take a look at the deck tables and chairs an I find a leather jacket some lady forgot on a chair. I go around asking the people who are leaving but belongs to none of them. I check the pockets, besides 20Ä it has some papers and two plane tickets. The name on it is of my neighbor Maria. I call her, no answer. I take the jacket to my back room.
      A Japanese friend comes by and leaves a video we shot months ago. It is of me and other biologists friends doing some experiments and acting out for the film. Looks funny, but my mom is concerned when watching it, as we manipulated bacteria and biohazard material. I tell her we followed the protocols and that it was safe. Alex also comes by and asks me something about the graffiti I used to do. I tell him I don't do it for years. He says he is thinking about doing some activism with graffiti.

      Then I am all alone and decide to test my magic abilities (telekinesis and such) to tide up the room. I lift my friends jacket in the air, make it zip itself and get into a hanger all by itself. I am amazed by my level of control, so I decide to amuse myself further.
      I summon two characters, male and female and direct them like a movie to do this and that and they follow strictly. Obviously I end up directing them into sex. I tell the guy to undress the girl, do some oral sex on her and penetrate her. He is quite good at doing it but I notice the girl is not feeling comfortable as if not wanting it. I wonder if what I am doing isn't actually rape. I expected these dream characters to be like hollow robots, but they are actually very human and I feel very uncomfortable and stop the whole thing.

      Updated 03-18-2019 at 08:58 PM by 34880

      non-lucid , dream fragment
    6. Low Flying Jet and Front Yard Public Parking

      by , 01-20-2019 at 05:35 PM
      Morning of January 20, 2019. Sunday.

      Dream #: 19,025-03. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.

      My conscious self identity is absent. I am unsure of my implied age, but I am back in Cubitis where I have not lived since 1978. I remain in my bedroom. It seems to be late morning.

      A gray military jet flies over the house from north to south. Its flight path is so low that I can see the details of its underside. However, my viewing of it would not have been possible in reality, as I would not have been able to see its path above the roof of the carport let alone through the north windows of my room from a distance. (Only orange trees and not much sky would have been visible.) There is likely the common but indirect x-ray vision perception in dream space. For a short time, there is also the vague awareness of windows to the south (a fictitious feature). This event happens a second time. I have no recall of my parents or their passing or my current life.

      Later, I look out the west windows. There are several random vehicles parked north of the house, moved from their original locations, possibly because of roadwork and perhaps the construction of commercial buildings. (The area is more like part of a city rather than being rural as it was in real life.) The work seems to be occurring quickly, because when I look out the window again, our front yard has a line of vehicles oriented from northwest to southeast, ending close to where the windows of the southwest bedroom would have been. It is ridiculously intrusive, but I do not feel stress.

      The first vehicle (closest to Highway Seventeen) is a white semi-trailer truck with its trailer, facing away from the house.

      A blue USA mail van is one of the vehicles closest to the house (though the closest one remains unseen), facing towards it. There are several other vehicles, mostly commercial, though there is a dune buggy near the mail van as well as a cement mixing truck. I notice that the front yard is completely paved over (as with a parking lot) rather than being a lawn. Although this seems curious and unfamiliar, I do not question anything. I anticipate that the trucks will probably soon no longer be present. In a short time, the work will continue south, and the front yard will likely be lawn again as well.

      Vestibular system correlation is not inherited here but projected, as my infra-self remains passive. The jet flies over my bedroom twice, but the process does not match my illusory state of awareness, resulting in the manifestation of enigmatic space rendering as a parking lot, displaying how my physical body does not move as I sleep.

      The mail van is possibly a factor of the interconsciousness, yet may also only (or additionally) represent communication between my dream self and conscious self identity as showing me my body is ďparkedĒ in bed. (I am in bed in my dream looking out my windows.)

    7. Trading Card Discovery

      by , 01-20-2019 at 05:30 PM
      Morning of January 20, 2019. Sunday.

      Dream #: 19,025-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.

      I find myself with a magazine. I am looking at a two-page spread that features Marvel trading cards in what may be a 5 x 5 layout on each page. (The size orientation varies. At one point, the imagery seems miniature.)

      Zsuzsanna is with me. The location is unfamiliar but implied to be our present home.

      After looking at the pages, I briefly watch a scene from a movie on television. Tigra appears. There is a distortion, and now there is a female character who seems to be implied to be in a costume with snow leopard attributes.

      While again looking at the pages, I feel their surface, suspecting that a real card may be over the image of one and ďhidden,Ē blending in with the layout. I discover that there is a card taped over an image. (They do not match.) It is in the middle of the top row on the left-hand page. It is taped only at the top, facing down.

      I carefully peel the top of the trading card from the adhesive tape. I do not want to tear the surface.

      Before I see its number, Zsuzsanna informs me that card number 17 is the only one we are missing. The new card turns out to be number 17.

      My dream self (in subliminal space, in so-called non-lucid mode) exhibits control by creating something ďrealĒ out of an image based on expectation. That happens often. People who promote that lucidity is a requirement for dream control have no credibility.

    8. Saturday, December 29

      by , 01-19-2019 at 10:41 PM
      I am outside, at what seems to be a beach, with Melissa, Brooke, and possibly Breezy. It is dark out, and there seems to be some sort of smaller event going on. There are some tables and bar counters, etc. I break off from them to go buy some shots, unannounced. Iím not really sure what to go; after talking to the bartender, I end up with two shots of Ďsomething fruityí. I can smell it, and it is fruity. I take them back to give to Melissa, but Brooke grabs them and takes them both at the same time. Iím now in a different area. Thereís a nicely dressed guy here buying a bottle of something. Iím worried about money, but then remind myself to live a little. A bottle of fine German Riesling for only $126, he remarks, as if thatís a steal. I agree, but then start to think Iíve seen that for less.
      Tags: alcohol, beach, wine
    9. Friday, December 28

      by , 01-19-2019 at 10:40 PM
      I am in some houseís fairly small kitchen. There are a few others here. There is a tablet on the white tile counter; itís playing the same show thatís on the TV (not coincidentally, but rather as if the tablet is streaming to the TV). A middle aged man wants to change whatís on the TV. The show will still play on the tablet though, so thatís fine with me. Sara is now offering me red wine. I think her and another girl already have a glass. I think Sara finishes a glass and pours more, not remembering she already had one or something like that. I think I finish a glass as well. She gives me more wine now, but this Ďwineí is in a frozen yogurt bowl and has the consistency of gelato. I eat it with a spoon, and itís quite good. Itís huckleberry pink in color. I see the container it comes in - one of those four packs of mini wine bottles. I imagine Sara at a store buying them. I am now in the backyard of this house. Dad and Makayla are out here (it looks a lot like our old houseís backyard). Weíre setting up short A-frame nets with openings in the top that one tries to throw a disc through. We set them not too far apart. I toss the disc a few times. Makayla is standing pretty much right in front of the net, which stresses me out a little.

      I am at a library? picking up some records. They look used but still nice. A Dio record is on top, and the rest are metal as well. Iím pretty excited about them. Ian is here; we talk. Itís nice enough, but heís still too opinionated for me.
    10. Thursday, December 27

      by , 01-19-2019 at 10:34 PM
      I am somewhere outside (Hawaii?), walking down the sidewalk along a small two way street. There are storefronts and shops all close together (reminiscent of Virginia City or maybe even Lahaina). I have a kid with me whom I am watching (Adrian?). I think Melissa is with me too. I think weíre looking for ice cream, so Iím not sure why weíve just passed an ice cream shop. We may be looking for another option. This shop has a large open window type front, but the opening is filled with shelves. The wood shelves hold little tiki containers of ice cream. I think there are also other shapes, like coconuts. One of the tikis has a Stealie etched and colored into it. I see a few different types of chocolate with different names. We continue on, and on the other side of the street there is a fairly large and simple stage in the shade. Weíre passing by it, and I start nodding my head to the music. I notice that the rhythm guitar player is playing the smoke on the water riff over this bandís song. Now Sage is here for a second? She says that Deep Purple only knows how to play fast (as if they wouldnít know how to play slow). I jokingly ask her if sheís ever seen a Deep Purple acoustic album, then say no because they couldnít make one or something. Now, Melissa, the boy, and I have reached a stretch of beach that ends in a calm body of water. I have my arm over the kidís shoulders, in a fatherly sort of way. He is bigger than a toddler, probably closer to 5 or 6. I donít think he is Adrian anymore. The kid feels like a family friend or someone close enough to where I can casually put my arm over him. I jokingly say something about Melissa and him getting in the water (like itís going to be really cold). I let them go ahead, and they actually do get in the water. I didnít think they would, but now I have to follow. I step in with my bare feet and find out that itís really not that cold. Iím wearing shorts and a tie dye? tank top. I see a thick, white worm or caterpillar with a ribbed body clinging to some debris right under the surface. I then see another. Theyíre slightly gross. I now submerge myself, and we all swim for a bit. There is a playground structure rising out of the water; we all climb onto it. From up here, I see a cop car parked under some trees a ways off (it is dark out). I think he puts his lights on, but he start coming over here. He watches us, but I think he canít get over here because of the water. I tell Melissa not to talk to the police. I also imagine talking to him and telling him I have the right to remain silent and not answer questions. Now when I look around it seems to be daylight, there is ground (with wood chips) under the structure, and quite a few other kids here, playing. Keeganís mom is now up here, on top of a slide. She is worried about the police being here. Sheís worried about her son (who is now Adrian again - I see him playing with other kids down below) and thinks itís because heís left alone or too alone. I look down at him, and he puts on a face like this is actually true, which irritates me because the exact opposite is true. Iím just about to tell her that Iíve actually been with him all day, but she slides down the slide.

      I am with Dad, Makayla, and Lily at Dadís? house. Iím talking to them about something. I now have Lily lay down: I'm going to give her a guided meditation (for OBE?). I was going to have her lay on her back, but she lays on her side and says itís comfortable enough. I think that itíll still work.

      I am sport climbing with another guy. It must be a multi-pitch, as weíre currently anchored next to each other up here. It also must only be the first pitch, as itís not too high up. The rock is a dark and fairly coarse granite. There is something about the possibility of a hold breaking? I get to thinking about it and think that a whole slab of the face could fall off. Iím sketched out about this, and Iím glad Iím not the first person that had to climb this. I think the other guy wants to fall?
    11. 19 Jan: Jumping through portals and sex with really hot boyfriend

      by , 01-19-2019 at 01:04 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Have some kind of portals that allow me to go into different places undetected because I can come out invisible if I want.
      I first go to a place where lots of animals roam, become friend with a tiny pigmee monkey, he has some skin disease and is infested with parasites. I try my best to remove them and he sits still. Then I realize the insects are scary. There is a huge praying mantis close by and then another big bug, the size of a cat, looking like a dinosaur, comes to eat it. Then I spot a few more dinossaur like creatures, like a couple of dog-sized t-rex fighting each other.
      I dont feel very safe here. I go through a portal and get to another location. Recognize it as the house of this lady I know, who is a hoarder and has dozens of animals. I want to be invisible as she is there with someone else. I just go from room to room to check on the animals, but I keep bumping and dragging stuff she has around and she senses my presence, thinks I am an angel and tries to communicate with me. I fly outside to her terrace and from there jump to the roof and find some other terraces and balconies. I spot some cool artsy place like a club or association whose symbol or mascot is a sexy cartoon female cat. I stop being invisible and I am welcomed by a friendly lady who shows me where is the bathroom, but there is some famous guy injecting some drugs and complaining I didn't knock before entering. She says she is so sorry and takes me elsewhere. I get to some other place and it is my own home and my boyfriend is waiting for me. He is tall, fit, dark hair and dark eyes, smooth white skin and I get instantly horny. He is also missing me a lot and also feels horny. We fuck, without even removing all the clothing. I scream with pleasure. He has a beautiful and well proportionate dick. We laugh and kiss and I instantly feel horny again and he says no problem, we go for a second round immediately. But the door opens and it's his mom and some friends. We look at each other awkwardly. They close the door. There was some surprise party planned or something, and people had already arrived. I feel a bit embarrassed but we are so in love, we just want to ignore them and continue.

      Updated 03-18-2019 at 08:58 PM by 34880

    12. North Korea Meeting (with Zsuzsanna)

      by , 01-19-2019 at 12:38 PM
      Morning of January 19, 2019. Saturday.

      Dream #: 19,024-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.

      Many years of viable memory dissolve in my conscious selfís annihilation in the dream state as access to my unconscious mind is blocked by the preconscious to allow for rejuvenation in sleep. However, in eventually entering REM sleep, I do recall Zsuzsanna and her essence, though my dream implies we had not yet met (even though we have been married for over 20 years in reality).

      There is a backstory that we are to meet and possibly marry in North Korea. For a time, I am confused. Maybe it is meant to be South Korea. However, the main focus is on North Korea, and the map seems to imply an area near Singye County.

      Throughout my dream, I remain hesitant about going to North Korea. There are thoughts based on distortions of content from the American drama series ďColonyĒ that we watched last night (though my dream self does not perceive the legitimate source), the second two episodes of the first season (ďA Brave New World,Ē and ď98 SecondsĒ).

      In my dream, I live in America, although there is no further definition of what region. I do not recall or consider the existence of Australia or that I have lived here for over 20 years, and I do not perceive Zsuzsanna as a lifetime resident of Australia.

      It seems that many tourists visit North Korea without problems, but there are rules. I read brochures about how tourists are expected to act.

      Eventually, I enter the [inherited non-linear vestibular system correlation] process of this dream. I board an airplane (a supposed jet airliner), though the layout is more like a bus, where the pilot, an unfamiliar man of about 30, sits in front of me. There are vivid and pleasant sensations of movement as the airplane taxis down the runway and rises into the afternoon sky. The pilot seems cheerful and confident.

      To my right, across the aisle and also at the front are two unfamiliar women in their thirties who start talking about misadventures with cockroaches. The pilot patiently asks them to stop talking, saying that it is breaking his concentration, though there is no feeling of imminent danger. I slowly and softly wake from this point. There is a stage where I hear his voice and feel the imaginary movements of the airplane, but there is no imagery.

      The pilot is the vestibular system simulacrum. The unknown females are factors of the interconsciousness. While the raw preconscious (and sometimes the interconsciousness) often dominates or ďintrudes,Ē it does not typically do so in this type of process because I am closer to the subliminal anticipation of consciousness reinitiation and willing to re-establish the legitimate physicality of waking life. In some instances, the vestibular system avatar works against the dreamer, including when interconsciousness threads are present, while in other cases it works against interconsciousness threads as it does here. The determining cause seems to be ultradian rhythm as well as the incidental level of passivity in contrast to any willful intent of unhealthily sustaining sleep.

    13. Cancer and the end of the world.

      by , 01-19-2019 at 12:02 PM
      Details are fuzzy but we had bought a house in a dying hick town somewhere isolated with a midwestern feeling. I switched back and forth from the perspective of a teenager growing up in the house and myself who is married to my husband. Dream logic is amazing, you can be two perspectives at once, switching seemlessly like a quark between dimensions and it is the most natural thing in the world. Sometimes I think we are dream people and being human is our unnatural state, it is more limiting than our dream state. Back to the dream. When I was teenager me I met a neighbor boy who I felt an attraction but he had a huge growth on his chest that was infected. He matter of factly told me it was cancer. I believe this is a direct comment from my subconscious about a growth I have on my own chest that has been dismissed as nothing to worry about. I will be getting a second opinion. We were all out hanging out and we saw three small colorful lights in the sky and watched them break into five lights that fanned out and zoomed towards the horizon. We remarked maybe it was aliens? A few minutes later there was a sound of a huge explosion coming from where they had fallen. Then missiles began rising out of hidden silos in the ground and lifting off. My first thought was, oh my god the president has pissed off someone while we were sleeping and started a war. Weíve been bombed. We are in a dangerous place because they will bomb here trying to takeout our military. I switched perspective and was now an adult married to my husband. I ran to be near him, I heard him try to calm a teenagers fear by telling him that ď itís okay, we will kick their butts.Ē I woke up before I could process anything more.
    14. Iadr's Lucid And Noteworthy Dreams

      by , 01-18-2019 at 10:09 PM
      This is the beginning of our new dream journal.
      lucid , memorable
    15. This Is My Baby!!!

      by , 01-18-2019 at 04:38 PM
      The dream started in my home but the kitchen stove and cabinet was in a different spot.

      I was standing in the living-room looking into the kitchen. I noticed the stove light was on and slowly looked up above the stove at the cabinet which was closed. I heard a baby sound and looked to my right and there laid an infant baby girl on the floor. I said "This is my baby!" I picked up the baby and looked back into the kitchen. This time the cabinet above the stove was open and full of food. What stood out was the box of Cheerios. I knew there was a ghost in my home because I was home alone. I turned around and ran out the front door while yelling this is my baby! When I got outside I looked down and all I had was a blanket. An overwhelming feeling of anger and determination came over me at which time I looked back through the front door.

      The baby was still in the same spot happy, laughing, and her arms was out like she wanted me to pick her up. I ran back inside and glanced at the kitchen. The cabinet above the stove was still wide open and the stove light was even brighter. I yelled again with pure rage of passion "This is my baby!!!!" So I picked up the baby again while saying "Come here sweetie" with a smile on my face then I looked into the kitchen at the open cabinet full of food for one last time . I yelled with everything I got "This is my baby!!!" then ran out the door with my baby still in my arms. I woke up saying I got the message.

      Note: I talk in my sleep. I can hold hours of conversation while looking at you in my sleep but I never sit up. So from time to time I wake up talking but have no memory of what I said while sleeping. Funny tidbit though, I'm not a talker in real life.
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