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Morning of April 7, 2017. Friday.



I am in an unfamiliar apartment (in an unknown location; that is, no idea of the city or country), though it seems to be implied to be John Lennon’s. John Lennon (October 9, 1940-December 8, 1980) is seated near a table opposite the room from me and facing me. There are two unknown males in the room, one on the far left, one on the far right. I feel very good and have an optimistic attitude even though I am uncertain of who these other men are. They have scraggly hair and are of an unusual appearance. There is some conversation, but I do not focus on it that closely.

John Lennon goes over to the area near where I had been though I am now more near the center of the room. He inserts his left hand, up to his wrist, into an unusual recess (which is actually shaped like a hand) that is on the side of his microwave oven. I suppose it is like some sort of security procedure. There is no door on the oven. It seems to have fallen off at some previous time.

A man on the other side of the room seems worried and complains that he can feel the heat. I recall hearing that microwave ovens can be dangerous (especially with the door off), though I do not feel much concern myself. He uses it with the door off to warm up a bowl of something.

Later, there seems to be a normal oven in the room (though the room is not a kitchen), opposite my side, with the microwave now near the back of the normal oven (and facing the opposite direction). I can feel a lot of heat from the normal oven, though it is not uncomfortable.

In the last scene, the four of us walk to a dump (landfill). One of the males is carrying a large stuffed rat, which is somewhat cartoon-like and which is about half the size of a person. The male says he is discarding it because it “doesn’t talk anymore”.

As we are nearing a pile of trash (on our right) which he intends on throwing the stuffed rat onto, the rat says “Are you kidding, I’ve been talking all day”. (No one hears it except me.)

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Loooooads of dreams I had a few days ago, since I haven't been doing this for long.
Let's go!

UNSORTED DREAMS (NON-LUCID)
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I end up in some sort of Borderlands 2. I got there through playing my friend's PSVita, which he was using in a random pool.
For some reason I like his Vita better than someone else's. A dude named Aaron sells the guns. He doesn't mind if I go into the weapon storage and get some myself. I also get some free guns (including a bright yellow dartgun) from someone that awfully looked like one of my friends... Although I am sort of 'in' the Vita, I can use its buttons to modify someone's body. I make his eyes super thin but really big. Some tall dude chases me with a halberd after that. It's easy to dodge his strikes because he only gives little swipes sideways. I run back to Aaron's weapon storage.
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I find myself in an African village with wooden huts in a desert. There is a small town nearby, but here there is a war raging on with little people in bright clothes that identify the teams they belong to. I help the yellow side using my bow and arrows (I am way more skilled there than I am in real life haha). One of my people walks up to the tall leader of the other side, but gets killed by his machete. I somehow saw this coming but did nothing to prevent it. People start to panic and fight again while I dash away past a small wooden hut. I end up on a trail heading up a mountain where a mighty building stands. Beneath me is the bigger town. I try to blend in as a well-dressed woman hurries down the trail. There are nuggets of gold on the path. I walk up and find there's a natural wall of stone separating the building from the city. Then I woke up.
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We discover a baby in my sporting bag and call him Geert. (Dutch name) Frankly, he grows up while I remain the same age.
Later on, we start ice-skating in a field with a few ice-tracks that look like car trails. (That dream was really weird.)
Continuation after sleep:
Geert is gone, dunno where. There is a miss Universe thing going on in the same village, near the lake. My candidate likes to brag but has two wings (which she doesn't even use) and can breathe underwater. The other is a normal girl that quickly realizes she is going to lose. The third has four wings and is really quiet, but a dangerous competitor. They participate in swimming events etc. I do not know the outcome.
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I am in a room in a nearby youth center, which is made out of two circular rooms which can be divided by folding and closing the (now open) wall in the middle. Me and a random friend have a weird version of a stuffed toy I used to love when I was younger. The two other random people also have a toy and we are trying to get the two into contact. (Why I do not know.) After a while we take out a removeable part from his head and throw it against theirs. The security guard does not want us to achieve this for some reason.
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UNSORTED SCRAPS
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I am running through my house, there's a doll hanging on the wall. I am afraid for no reason and waiting to open the door for my mother and my sister's girlfriend.
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I am in Minecraft, and there are craploads of mods. I find secret chests on the server and with some random companions I rob them. Just before the ban hammer strikes down I log out. Sadly, when I log back in I am still getting banned.
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"Eating grass in someone's backyard."
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I was just doing my paper round with gloves.
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I am arguing with the personification of two DV admins over whether my posts are useful or not after I had changed my usertitle.
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Fighting with some tanks from Command 'n Conquer, but now in first person instead of bird's eye.
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I am watching a broadcast about a police chase on the highway.
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Reading 9GAG which contained only NSFW posts.
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A random movie star kissing with Emily from that show my little sister always watches.
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Dreaming about writing in my dream journal. Then I woke up and put the dream journal dream in my dream journal.
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I cause a crash indirectly with my bicycle. The setting: That town from the Eddie Murphy movie about a fun-fair named Wonderworld.
I have to go to jail for one day. :o

March 28, 2011
Lucid Dream 205: The Biggest Mack of Them All
Series: A Galaxy Not So Far Away, Episode 1
DILD
around 7:00pm



I am in my old town house. Me and Cliff are passing a bong. I was playing around on the old rocking arm chair we used to have. I leaned to far and flipped it. I got up and examined the chair. One of the springs seemed to be broken off. I asked Cliff if he thought it was broken and he said it was. I was a little pissed at myself for breaking the chair. Cliff said he would fix it. He then grabbed the string from the window blinds and stretched it over to the chair. He attempted to tie it around the chair, but he also toppled over it. He crashed into the nearby table and smashed the lamp that was sitting on it. I looked at the window blinds and they were torn all to pieces as well. I told Cliff, "I think we should just leave the chair as it is." He agreed. We walked outside and got into his car.

I was now driving on the edge of a huge wasteland. It resembled a mix between a landfill type garbage dump and a construction area. I saw several cars driving slowly over and around the heaps of construction and garbage. I got in behind one and attempted to follow. A bulldozer suddenly crossed in front of me and blocked my path. The driver looked pissed and shouted, "What the hell are you doing?" I looked around and noticed about 5 more bulldozers, but no cars driving through the wasteland. As I looked around, I instantly became lucid. I jumped out the car and shouted to the driver of the dozer, "She is all yours!" The guy smiled and then slammed into the car. Me and Cliff stood there for a moment and he asked, "So what should we do?" I began looking around for something interesting.

I noticed a small elf like figure in the distance. I thought, "Is that...." Cliff interjected, "Its Yoda!" I got excited and said, "Dude, lets go talk to Yoda!" We sprinted across the wasteland and approached Yoda. I half shouted, "Yoda! What are you doing?" Yoda replied, "Ah...Master Yoshi! Waiting for the clones, I am." I asked him if he was referring to the clone army and he let out a soft chuckle. I asked him if he had anything philosophical to tell me. He held out his arm and a holographic menu appeared in the air. I noticed it was a list of lucid dreaming techniques. I moved his hand down and clicked on "DILD." He began reading along with the information that appeared, "DILD involves a hippopotamus, it does. Wanted to be what he was not, he did. The stripes of the zebra on himself he painted." I interrupted him and said, "Yoda. Have you been watching Along Came Polly?" Yoda responded, "Wise you are master Yoshi." I noticed his eyes were really red, so I asked him if he had any intergalactic weed. He then pulled out a baggy of technicolored weed that was glowing like neon lights. I took a moment to stabilize as yoda rolled a blunt. I was afraid my excitement would wake me up.

Yoda had finished the blunt which had now turned into a joint. The joint was in the shape of a swan. Yoda squinted and do some weird hand motions and the joint came alive and flew over to my mouth. I took a hit and heard sleigh bells jingling in my ears. I now noticed that the ground was covered in snow. I looked around and noticed I was now in a winter wonderland. Yoda was nowhere to be seen. I turned and entered a nearby building. I walked up a set of stairs and across a hallway. I could heard the sound of a hundred footsteps around the corner. I rounded the corner and found myself looking down a flight of stairs. There were like one hundred girls walking up the stairs. All of them were the exact same girl and wore the exact same outfit (white short shorts with a colored stripe, colored knee high leather boots, and a white v cut top that looked like it was vinyl). The only difference was, each girl had different colored shorts stripes, boots, and hair. I heard them talking about Yoda, so I followed them out of the building. Yoda was back in his previous spot and the girls were draped all over him. He pulled out his cane and yelled, "Time to move hoes!" He then began smacking them in the ass with his cane and herding them like they were sheep. The dream started to fade as they walked away. I managed to clear it up, but as soon as I re-entered the building, I woke up.

Series Details
Lucid Dreaming with a little Star Wars twist is what you get with the dream series, "A Galaxy Not So Far Away." Stay tuned for more entries to the series.

Morning of August 12, 2002. Monday.



This is a recurring setting with very similar events in numerous other dreams. I am near the ocean and there is a part of the shore that turns off at a corner where there are more rocks in that direction as well as an upward slope. A lot of other people are around. Some people are there to swim or fish in certain areas but I begin to discover cardboard boxes just under the water that are somehow not ruined. This seems to be why I am here although I am surprised by the larger amount. These boxes, some of which are open (and the contents still not damaged in any way) contain books, board games, toys, and other “treasures”.

There are a few other people who apparently make a living gathering the contents of these boxes. I get the impression that parts of the area under the water are not that deep, and the boxes go out for quite a distance. It is not really that much like a dump under the water, though I am sure there is some junk that is not that useful or valuable. I gather several boxes and am interested in going down as far as possible. Perhaps there are more that have been buried under the ocean bottom over time. In a way, I think I am mentally teleporting the “treasures” to another location, likely to where I am living. (Of course, realistically, books under water for very long would be completely ruined.)

Morning of June 12, 1965. Saturday.



I am my present age in my dream (four years old), riding in a familiar car with my mother and father. My father is driving. The car windows are all down and it is seemingly a nice sunny day, around nine o’clock in the morning. There is a very mild breeze. I am sitting in the back seat and looking out the window on the left side (thus I am seated behind my father, though this is not a fixed orientation in dreams where I am riding in a car with my parents). We are going up a winding road of about a ten degree inclination, which curves slightly to the left, which seems to be Mohawk Valley Road in Stoddard, Wisconsin, not that far from where we live. However, there also seems to be the essence of the landfill near Fort Ogden, Florida that I had seen when very young.

As we ride over a small bridge made of logs (seemingly unrealistic for a car to go over) which crosses a very narrow and shallow stream, I notice an old mattress lying mostly flat along the left side of the road. It is close to the bank of the stream. I clearly see a couple large holes with parts of the material missing and part of at least one spring. There are a few other features that indicate that this may be a small landfill.

A rattlesnake sits coiled at the top of the hill to my left, though unrealistically remaining in perspective near the horizon of the slope (even though my dream otherwise seems nearly as vivid as wakeful reality). Its head and upper body move up and down slowly as there is a soft hissing and soft rattle sound which integrates with the sound of the breeze in the trees as well as the nearly inaudible sound of crickets. There is no fear; only a sense of curiosity. The rattlesnake is too large in perspective relative to distance and it is also unrealistic in the sense that it is moving up and down in more of a loose vertical spring-like form, reminding me of a mattress spring.

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Dreaming dynamics and first-level dream meaning:

• Many dreams utilize biological foreshadowing of the hypnopompic jerk. In this case, the rattlesnake is the hypnopompic jerk precursor and a “dream sign” factor (mattress spring symbolism) of my emergent consciousness. This is validated by how it is moving up and down on the close virtual horizon of the hilltop. Note that a rattlesnake moves and strikes while a mattress spring (which it symbolizes) does not. This is because the rattlesnake is alive and directly linked with the organic dynamics of a hypnopompic jerk.
• The close virtual horizon of the hilltop symbolizes the implied waking point in real time, that is, the event horizon of the emergent consciousness, though no confrontation is rendered in this case and no negative energy is perceived at any time.
• Driving or riding in a car in a dream represents the viable threads linking back to conscious self identity (reflecting the goal of the fictional dream self to find its way back to full consciousness). (The road is winding due to both my body sometimes moving randomly in sleep and as being analogous of the rattlesnake’s movements.)
• The landfill setting relates to the extraneous thoughts (“junk”) that occur during the rising of wakeful consciousness, similar to the random and fuzzy nature of various thoughts occurring prior to sleep, when critical thinking skills eventually cease.
• The rattlesnake is also clearly a visual symbol for a mattress spring in this particular case in its unrealistic fully rising and coiling upwards and downwards. Despite my dream having no negative energy, it is still seen as a warning of sleeping on a torn mattress with an exposed mattress spring (which I soon learned to be careful of and which a folded pillowcase was placed over). (This is probably because of my very young age and not fully realizing that both a rattlesnake and an exposed mattress spring could be very dangerous.)
• My dream’s meaning and message is validated by my torn mattress being seen in my dream just prior to seeing the rattlesnake on the hilltop.
• The nature of my dream is additionally validated by the shallow stream, implying a “water getting lower over time” event, which is both biological and symbolic, representing the waking transition. Note that my (presumed to have been discarded) mattress is near the stream, the stream representing continuity of sleep, as water represents my real-time sleep dynamics, while the road represents continuity of potentially wakeful emergent consciousness. This dynamic has occurred in at least one of my dreams every night for over fifty years (and with water often being the induction factor).
• A bridge is a real-time symbol for a shift in consciousness within the dream state. Note that we cross the bridge after seeing my torn mattress and then see the transmuted form of the mattress spring as a rattlesnake up ahead. Despite both being potentially dangerous, this is primarily a visual transmutation rather than implying any sort of connection based on a non-existent “dream language”.
• It might be thought by some people that my father driving the car can be “interpreted” as a focus upon the one who mainly controlled the direction of my life at the time of this dream. Even so, that is completely irrelevant to my dream’s main precognitive message. Also, I have had hundreds of dreams where the driver was either unknown or an imaginary character.
• This dream also has the “contrived convenience” that many dreams have. In this example, I am on the left side of the car looking out the window. My mattress is also on the left side, and the rattlesnake, despite the car implied to be on a winding road, is oversized and remaining on the left in direct view on the hilltop. This viewpoint would not have been possible in reality, where the rattlesnake would otherwise have been impossible to see this clearly and my viewpoint would have kept changing on the winding road.

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Morning of May 31, 1975. Saturday.



I am wandering around in an isolated dump (in the sense of being a partial landfill) in the afternoon, that is also somewhat like a junkyard on a couple more external areas. There are steep hills on at least two sides, perhaps three. I get the impression that someone has been building, over a longer time period, a life-sized “robot” or working model of a triceratops from various types of scraps and miscellaneous rubbish, but I am not sure if it will ever be completed. It appears that at least two had already been started, but remain unfinished due to there being a lack of properly shaped junk, thus the projects were abandoned. There is a feeling of desolation, of remoteness. I am not sure if anyone else is around. There may be someone living in an old shack nearby but I never find out much else.