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Morning of February 14, 2017. Tuesday.

Dream #: 18,320-02. Reading time: 50 sec.



In the late morning, Zsuzsanna and I are looking over our front yard. It is in Cubitis rather than our present address. (Zsuzsanna has never been to America or Cubitis where I had not lived since age seventeen.)

The lawn needs mowing, but I am first cleaning up debris. I eventually notice what I first think is a transparent rubber ball (of the kind sold in small vending machines, sometimes with sparkles or a small plastic figure inside). It feels like one when I pick it up. I think it is a rubber ball our children left on the lawn. It is sparsely speckled on its surface. Eventually, there are several of them that have at least two large triangular dents on opposite sides as if partly squashed. I decide they are possibly something else, perhaps a natural anomaly.

I tell Zsuzsanna and our two youngest sons they are probably eggs (though possibly oversized frog eggs). Perhaps the “rubber balls” with the dents are ones that had hatched. I start to gather them up.

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The life cycle of a frog is analogous to the initiation and waking transition of the dream state. It is an autosymbolic analogy to the tadpole (non-lucid dream self beginning a dream) to frog (emerging consciousness).

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I get dropped off at a mountain resort in the winter. There are people getting barbeque grills ready for a weekend event. Mostly sales people, all wearing red. I have some charcoal in my hand for some reason. I walk through the main sales road and put the briquettes on the last grill with an open flame just as the sales person raised the metal grate to adjust the gas burner. He gives me a weird look after I snuck the charcoal into his grill, but I walk away before he says anything. It felt like the right thing to do anyway.

I reach a hill-top party area, with a few large groups of people. I am shuffled into a circle with an intimidating group of about 20 older men, all giving me mean looks. Terrified, I introduce myself to each of them, doing my best to remember their names and whatever they say about themselves. One in particular is especially scary, wearing camouflage, very tan, and in need of a shave. He's a large guy, looks like he could rip me in half with little effort. I remember he said he fought in Veitnam. I personally don't support fighting and killing, but decided to thank him for fighting for my sake anyway. Even if I don't agree with what he did, he seems proud of it, so I thank him for his reality of what he did and why, not for mine.

The whole group seems to recognize my respect for them, and relaxes, including me in their discussion. Somehow it turns into me leading a chant in regard to the food that we're eating, but it just doesn't work. There's too many words, and the rhythm is way off. I stop chanting, and they are a bit disappointed, urging me to continue. "It isn't a good chant, it doesn't sound right" I tell them.

I start a new chant with all of them, "Cheese please, give us some cheese... cheese please, give us some cheese..." It sounds much better, and has a good rhythm. We all get into it, and to our surprise, a girl comes by with large trays of mostly cheese. I'm not sure what it is, but it has three layers of melted cheese, with maybe some thin tortilla chips separating the layers with a good crunch. It looks absolutely amazing. The girl walks away with an impressively large slice in her hand, nibbling at it with delight. I look back to the tray and it has already been devoured!

Satisfied, everyone leaves and I am left on my own on some small streets in a mountain town. I start double-jumping off walls while trying to throw a pen into a dart board. I get the wall-jumping down, but the pen just isn't sharp enough for the dart board. Frustrated, I throw it hard, and it sticks right in. I roller-blade down a big hill down to where there is a large park and a whole different climate. Now a warm summer day, I walk up to the park and notice some old basket balls and tennis balls, somewhat deteriorated, all mixed in some leaves up against the curb. There is a trash can nearby, so I take it upon myself to throw all these garbage balls away.

Two girls playing catch with one another drop their ball and it rolls into some of the nasty gutter-leaves. I pick it up and toss it back to them before it gets too dirty. "What are you doing? That's gross" one of them tells me. "Well, if I don't pick them up now, they'll probably be even grosser later" The other girl suggests, "Just leave them there in the sun for a while, then they'll be all dried out, and much cleaner to work with" I think that's a good idea, but some of them will indeed be grosser if they're in a shady wet spot. I also feel like it's somehow my job to pick them up. "That's a good idea, but I think I'll just finish getting these ones for now" I tell them.

whiterains dream

short lucid last night. it was something like there was a ball dispenser like a bubble gum machine but big on the side of a road. it was sending out messages in balls and ideas and seemed to represent some part of the brain or something. i think it was also sending out trigger messages to be lucid and i think i ignored it briefly then suddenly caught on. it seemed like a good idea to somehow release the balls and charge the machine up. i held a ball and chaged it up somehow then smashed it into the machine to send more of these messages out. i remember looking at one of the balls and saying to my bro/mate as we left "see look at them all, some of them are ideas that we havent even had yet"

I was in an underwater world where people travelled by these strange sorts of cages, when i noticed i was underwater i panicked but a DC told me it was ok because they changed my lungs, i decided not to take any chances and hold my breath, so for a while i was being pulled around by those strange cages and then i was on the highway beside my home ( this is it, therre a 50 m drop beneth it http://www.atmb.net/IMG/jpg_ROUTE_AP...TUNNEL-1-2.jpg ) and i was grinding a rail down the middle in my shoes, i alipped and fell on my nuts , i looked down and saw my pants were torn and my b*ll sack too, then i'm at the swimming pool and my coach says i'm fine and gives me some morphine, i walk around there for a while then my coach comes up to me and says "show me your motor functions" so i started saying numbers but then i couldn't control it and the left side of my face goes numb and limp, i understand i'm having a stroke. I hold out my hand to him with my fingers spread and say five , i look at my hand and see i actually do have 5 fingers then my dream fades to black

Been on holiday. I tried to recall my dreams as best I could.


I was at a church camp. Most of the people I recognized. I went looking for somebody. I was walking with my friend Jon, and we came across these houses with tiny rooms. We barely fit in them. I then met an old man from some war and he was being rude to people. He was told by his carer to stop insulting everybody. He started talking to this woman, said something, and the recipient mistook it for being rude. I then find myself at a car park. I see the person I'm looking for and she sees me and she runs towards me and throws her arms around me. I do not know her though.
We talk for a bit and part ways. I walk to school from there and for some reason it feels like I've gone back in time. I see my best friend Benny on the stairs going down to the basement and I wonder wheather he feels the 'time travel effect'. I ask him, “What's the date today?”
“Yesterday, mate.” He smiles.
“Do you think that the teachers know that?” And there is a teacher walking up the stairs to the playground who throws back her head in laughter.
I do not remember much after that.


I'm in a lab. I find out it's a dream lab and hospital and every single person on the planet, has their dreams contained in a metal ball about the size of a cricket ball. Some of them jump around eratically. This means the person is currently having a nightmare. I catch one and it stops bouncing around.
We get a patient in. His name is Robin. He says he's been having recurring nightmares. A nightmare happens in front of us. The lights go out and the patient turns in to a black dog and begins running around the room in a blur. We hide under the worktops concealing ourselves with the swivel chairs. There are boxes under the worktops but are pushed right to the back of the space. As it runs around the lab it brushes past you you get a feeling of adrenaline and panic. I hear screaming noises in my head and shut my eyes and try to stay calm. The dog stops rushing around and starts pushing the chairs under the worktops. I open my eyes to see this, and I get on top of the row of boxes. The beast pushes my chair in and dissapears. The lights turn back on and everything continues as normal.