Morning of July 29, 2017. Saturday. I am in an unfamiliar house but which eventually takes on at least one feature of our present home in reality; the back porch. Zsuzsanna seems to be present at times, though the characters change in unlikely ways. The clearest segment is when Leonard, the friendly pinhead I knew on King Street (who I had not seen since 1990), is seated to my right on a couch and an unknown female (of perhaps about twenty years of age) is sitting to my left. It seems the female may be looking after Leonard, who may be about thirty in this situation. She seems to be referring to him as a “shingle”. Over time, I notice he is crying, especially as I ask him, “Remember when I used to call you Leonard?” Apparently, people do not usually call him by name. Eventually, my dream’s characters transform without me paying any attention to the change. The unknown female seems to again be more like Zsuzsanna, yet “Leonard” is now my fictional son. He is possibly about twenty years old (even though he was an older Leonard - who did look like Leonard - just moments before). He does not look anything like Leonard now and he does not resemble any of my sons, either. My “son” punches the wall at about elbow level. It makes a crack that goes all the way up to the ceiling but the wall is not dented. He then punches the wall higher up, which then does make a deep dent as pieces of the wall fall out, but there is not as much of an upward crack this time. I yell at him to stop and he moves to punch me in my right shoulder as I lie back onto the couch. I do not feel any pain. I do not really feel like hitting him or yelling again. Finally, I say, “If you want to hit something, go out and hit the boxing bag”. I motion my right hand towards the back of the house. I soon look out through a (fictional) window and see him boxing. (The punching bag setup is of the same appearance as in reality.) He comes back in and again sits on my right. I notice that he is having some difficulty with a pair of boxing gloves. I see that he is trying to put on a boxing glove over his right hand though he is already wearing a half finger cycle glove on that hand. I ask him if he would like to take boxing lessons at a paid venue and he nods and seems happy. He gets up to leave with the female and I realize or “remember” he is simple-minded. His body is of an unusual shape, somewhat like with an elongated beer belly. (I do not drink beer and I do not know anyone who drinks.) I think about how they might be at risk in a parking lot by not knowing how to react to ordinary people who approach them. Reverse engineering my dream in real time: My dream self is subliminally aware of being asleep, though there is no viable lucidity. Our bed transmutes into being perceived as a couch by my dream self. Zsuzsanna is still on my left as in reality as we sleep. My viable neural energies decrease and she is an unfamiliar female.Leonard appears to my right as a part of potential dream exit symbolism and the preconscious precursor. He is called a “shingle”, which is related to roof symbolism, which relates directly to the level of consciousness between the higher preconscious and the lower emergent consciousness. (There may also be an additional layer that distorts “single” as a play on coalescence waking symbolism.)Leonard is now my fictional “son” and no longer looks like Leonard or like any of my sons. In fact, he is my emergent consciousness atypically “trapped” within the preconscious form. This is why he punches the wall, which represents the divisions within levels of consciousness in real time.I move back on the couch to subliminally mimic my sleeping position in bed as he hits me on the right shoulder, which is a metaphor for activating the waking prompt (while patting someone on the back near the left shoulder would be a subliminal attempt at reinduction).For whatever reason, there is sustained neural activity and I “remember” (though I am still not lucid) that a porch is a common waking transition of liminal space where conflict sometimes occurs to initiate waking (though this is more often with a front porch). Still, it is a rather odd limited thread of increasing awareness, as I still have no knowledge of where I actually live (or much other viable memory yet) other than the boxing bag’s location and appearance.I offer to pay for boxing lessons for the preconscious after noticing he is trying to put on boxing gloves yet also already has half finger cycle gloves on, those of which relate to preparatory dream exit symbolism (as a bicycle symbolizes increasing neural energies in real time, associated with the same leg movements as walking up a staircase, which is also related to the emergent consciousness).Finally, my dream fades with association with a larger form of liminal space, the parking lot, and I become vaguely aware that these dream characters are not real and so naturally are simple-minded, facing problems in integration with the real world.
I was in a house with a girl trying to figure out something about an evil mirror. The mirror tried to kill us so I freaked out and went to boxing, where I met an average looking girl and chatted with her. I returned to the house and the mirror somehow became good. I was with Laurie and we went outside. The house we were was on a coast of a large lake or ocean, so I jumped into the water. Since I saw water, I asked myself if I was dreaming. I looked at my watch, which showed time normally. I swam around and the mirror showed itself. I was then at work in some sort of mall store and used an elevator which was a way to get to the bathroom. As I walked through a hallway, I realized my RC was actually wrong because the seconds showed where the date should have been. I noticed I didn't have my pistol on my belt and figured I must of left it in the van. As I walked, I saw a girl struggling to control a dog. I kept walking and the girl and the dog started running towards me, so I turned around and told them to stop, but instead they just ran past me, towards a guy. The girl lost control of the dog and the dog bit the guy, which worked in the building. The man started hitting the dog to the point where I had to step in and say something. We started arguing and I knew he wanted to fight. We raised our fists and he threw punches at me, which I easily dodged. I reached for my Phase IV, shook it, sprayed him, and fought back. Eventually, I got the man in cuffs and when I sat him up, he had the cuffs in front of him so I put them behind his back. My partner arrived and was thinking of calling Amerson to tell him there had been a use of force.
Level of Lucidity: 7 Level of Clarity: 9 Level of Realism: 7 (levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme) I am laying down taking a nap because I am a bit tired. I can't really call this a full on lucid dream, because I never FULLY hit the dream state, I am in the void. I am having powerful visualizations of standing in a boxing ring. I keep using the MILD technique to remind myself that I am now in a dream and becoming lucid. I look to my left and notice that there's a black guy with a small afro and beard. He looks like the kind of guy you'd expect to find at the gym back in the 80's. He looked similar to Michael Dokes, but with slightly shorter, curlier hair, and an 80's style mustache. He's standing in place, and punching the air, alternating between fists that move forward. I continue with my mnemonics, saying "I am now lucid in my dream". I find that by looking to my left, the dream state becomes more stable. I begin to alternate looking left and right. I look left just as the boxer punches with his left fist, I look right just as he punches with his right fist. We are in sync. I turn slightly to my right, and the boxer walks up behind me, and begins to do his punching exercise with my head in between his arms. His fists pump one after another past my face, and I remember my All Day Awareness mental training. I begin to notice the small breeze of wind that hits my face as his fist flies past. I begin to look left when his left fist moves forward, then right with his right fist. We get in sync again. This lasts for about 3 minutes, as I continue my mnemonics, slowly forgetting to continue them here and there. I was unconscious to the world around me in the waking state, but my grandfather walked into the room and said something, which woke me. I awoke feeling extremely refreshed, but at the same time wanting to go back to sleep. I stayed up because I had things to do.
I was getting on a bus and D and Rah were there. I wanted to sit next to her and behind D so I could talk to them both, but I couldn't find what happened to Rah. The bus driver also crashed into something. And some "accucheck" person came on the bus and said something. Then someone with their product started complaining. Before this dream I remember talking to a gate guard and asking him about the policies regarding who gets let in and who doesn't. Some kind of way I see this scene where there is a couple and they're killing a lot of people. They're inside this small wooden house and the floor and walls are covered in blood. As a matter of fact it's leaking out down the stairs. I also remember being rocky....I was lucid, but I was trying to stay "in character" for the rest of the dream and lost it after my weigh in.
I was having trouble waking up for school today (no surprise there), and had a strange dream. A kangaroo was in a boxing ring with a cheering crowd, and he jumps right into the air, and kicks his opponent, some Chinese man. Bang, bang, bang, bang with both of his feet, and the guy is knocked onto the floor. Everyone cheers louder, and an announcer starts yelling things in gibberish. Then, the kangaroo pulls out a flame thrower and points it at the Chinese guy, who is begging for mercy, as the kangaroo burns him to death. Then, my mother shouts me and I'm awake.
#7 I was inside the game counter strike.. In a boxing/capture the flag mod. It felt like forever but it was a two minute game of capture the flag and I actually did get in there and fight one guy. The fight looked a lot more realistic than counterstrike, but I felt nothing even though I was hit down to 13 health.
Updated 02-11-2012 at 10:44 PM by 52918
Fragment I came through the door of boxing club and said hello to everyone. I walked past a guy who was sitting near the door and said hello. He looked like a new guy, he was light-skinned, had short hair and sounded American. This is a dream sign but I didn't want to be mean and so carried on like I usually would and asked him questions to make him feel at home.
Dream 1 I was in the halls of the Chancellor's quarters in Coruscant. I was chasing someone or something through the halls, I might've had a lightsaber as I don't remember much but it was dark in the halls. The person I was chasing could've been IG-88 all I know is that he had a staff. I shot lasers or he shot lasers at me. The laser were red. I also remember going back to the beggining like it was a game. Twisted Metal or something. I looked out the door at one point it was night time, the city looked pretty nice though. Dream 2 I was in my house and I has boxing gear on (headguards, gloves). I was talking to someone who resembled Shaquille O'Neal, we conversed about boxing and then started talking about weight classes. I said I was a welterweight and I couldn't spar him he went through the weight classes "Lightweight,welterweight,middleweight,heavyweight ,bigweight". "Bigweight? I think you mean Super Heavyweight" I said. "What?" then he said he could beat me up and he started punching me. I thought it was going to hurt loads becasue of his weight advantage. We left the kitchen and went to the frontroom. Where we were to spar my coach told me to get in. But I only remember standing outside the "ring" (the space designated in the front room). I really should've RC'd.
Updated 01-04-2012 at 04:09 PM by 48231
Dream 1 I don't remember much from this dream but I do know that I felt control. I was on my street and it was dark, I decided to use my Green Lantern power ring which,when I looked at my hand wasn't there but I did glow green when I went to make a bike it didn't come (just like the comics, you have to belive you can do it) when it didn't come I just flew around. Dream 2 I was going to school when I realised that I didn't have my bag or keys. I was wearing the school jumper instead of my fleece and was annoyed as I knew I would be late for school. I was then in a place with pink walls, like a hair salon or something. Dream 3 I went to boxing club and was wearing the club tracksuit. Everyone else was too even one of my coaches. Once again the club looked wrong. In my dreams the club never looks right. Dream 4 I was with three other guys at a car park of a train station, I distincly remember one wearing a hat,vest and shorts with trainers. We got there by a Ferrari 458, which is strange because the 458 only has 2 seats) I was blind for most of this dream and I only saw black. I was kept going back to that part of the station (rinse and repeat) I was at a bus stop with those guys and my friend spotted me he called my name and then two girls I know came up to me (I was blind again) and we had sex. I was then in GTA4 on a tall building I jumped while on the phone and landed on a fire escape to another building I then walked around and down to stairs. I also got arrested but hit the cops and ran, I think this came between the train station part and sex part of the dream. Side Notes I think the Green Lantern power ring is my favourite lucid abilty.
Dream I was in boxing and the class had nearly finished but my coach asked me if I had my gumshield. I said yeah and he told me to spar. There were lots of stuff in the ring and I had to clear it out. The gym looked inverted, everything wa son the other side and such. Fragment I remember Batman and Robin in a car flying or something.
Fragments There was a boxing match and when it was finished the winner was being unsportsmanlike until WWE Diva Beth Phoenix got in his face and made him step off. Natalya was there too. I was watchign TV in a flat with my family and some band was on, Greg Eagles (the guy who played Grim from Billy and Mandy) was on drums. Dream I was in a small room with some guys having a party the room had a green tint and I looked like that idiot Micah Richards. I had a bowl of food in it and I took some roti out with my hand and placed it on the table. We were sharing stories and one guy who Clark Duke from Hot Tube Time Machine asked me about a previous party and I said "You know when everyon'es shankin' (stabbing) and you pull out a bass guitar and kill everyone." Then the dream went into 3rd person perspective and zoomed out to virtually everyone but the two guys I was sitting with ran out.
It was quite an eventful night... Dream 1 I was in my boxing gym and I was sparring six round with six different guys. The gym wasn't as it usually looked and I could see rain out of windows where I normally wouldn't since the real windows are painted on. After I sparred the 6 rounds I couldn't do any ground work as I was so tired and sore. So i just left and went home I imagine. Later on I went back and my coach said "You're back, get on the "hang-up". He pointed to a construction site within the gym and it had people pulling themselves up to a platform. Dream 2 I was in a casino but it was more like a film. A decepticon was trying to steal something from a shelf of stuff I think it was the Matrix but when he did find it. There was a huge fight in space and the Autobots fought the Decepticons. Megatron went on a rant to Optimus Prime but HotShot came in and shot Megatron so he's dead. It was really awesome but I don't remember that much which sucks so much. Fragment I was lucid in one dream. I flew aswell so not bad.
Fragment I was doing my boxing session in the music department of my school. Dream I was on a bus with my friends and loads of people from school. We were going to see a movie I had £75 and I was talking to my friend and he said some girl brought £12,000. We got off and me and my friend hid so that our other friends would think we left them. We ran and hid behind a low wall. When my other mates came off the noticed us even thought we couldn't even see them. Then the funny thing happend my friend who is fat tried to hide from us and he did a forward roll and failed. He just landed on his head it was hilarious, everybody was laughing. He tried again and his trousers fell down. Side Notes During one dream I became slightly lucid.
I was on the bus going to my boxing gym which I don't usually do. When I got off I met some guy who was going there to (nothing was clear in this dream) and when I got in the gym looked weird instead of it being in West Ham it was in East Ham, it still looked the same on the inside though except the ring was on the left and right. I was helping the guy I met on the bus when he just got rude to me for no reason. I was helping him put on his headguard.
I was in my kitchen with one of my mates from boxing. There was a pan on the oven and baked beans. I don’t even like baked beans. Some kid from boxing wanted to have toast and I said “Just have some”. Then I had some and gave some to one of my coaches. Some people wanted to hit the showers. There was a calendar that had memes instead of pictures it said “YEAH-ORM” in the background. I was around the stairs when my coach started to hit my shoulders and my knees like we do in training. The other guys were laughing. I should've realized I was dreaming it was so freaking obvious.
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