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Morning of August 21, 2015. Friday.



I was trying to feasibly do two things at once last night; that is, doing a bit of extra research and writing and doing dream-making preparation exercises (involving image projection and affirmations) during the same time period, which of course, lacks the fluidity of natural dream construction and does not result in extended apex lucidity. Granted, it creates lucidity and in-dream full awareness on one level, but via an unusual perspective and while lacking the otherwise automatic settings and scenes. This particular type of dream is very different than other types, where the dream-making self and the sleeping conscious self are not fully linked as in apex lucidity, yet still as if awake at some levels (and seems to be one of the only types where critical thinking skills are vaguely present at times). Of all the different levels of consciousness, this is probably one of the most annoying. Although surreal events can and do happen, there is no telekinetic ability or abilities involving reshaping of energies.

Before going into a fully rendered in-body dream, my focus was a bit unusual. I was in an atypical form of very light sleep paralysis, the type where you can hear audio pulses and see half-rendered dream settings (and even feel light phantom touches), but rather sparse in attention. A young girl’s voice says “hear me…hear me…heal me…” very clearly (actual sound rather than just the felt waveform), which seems almost like “real” contact of some kind. This brings me awake and I ask Zsuzsanna if it was her and she says no, she had not been sending, intentionally or not (and even so, there is often a minor blue flame event when that happens).

Eventually, in-dream, I am back at my computer and I know I am dreaming, yet for some reason, I am strictly limited to my physical form in the chair. Of course, being in my dream, the computer is not behaving as it should. I am trying to get to a particular tab in Firefox, but the mouse is not responding very well.

So what I do, is peal the tab I am trying to get to off of the actual glass of the monitor. Eventually, I notice about four layers, each related to a particular tab in the browser. The computer monitor starts to separate into several layers of very thin and pliable glass (though more reminiscent of plastic in pliability), and it looks like I may have damaged something. I try to push the thin layers of screen back together and my fingers go a few inches into the screen as the thin sheets of glass are a bit out of alignment.

From here, a small white furball with an emoticon-like face, about the size of a white Furby, but with no ears, falls off my desk. It seems somehow alive, as it does hop around a few times, though a bit chaotically. I try to get it to act aggressively or to make a hostile face, but there is no response. It grins at one point and I try to get it to sprout fangs, but nothing happens. This annoys me. Intense emotion is having no effect on my intent to alter dream nuances. I cannot even create a proper “monster”, not even a little one.

I get up and go outside where there are three tyrannosauruses sleeping in our backyard on their stomachs (the biggest facing north and along the east fence opposite the public footpath, the other two facing east and west). It seems just prior to sunrise, but there is enough light to see their overall shape and certain other details. Maybe I can get a dinosaur to chase me. That might be fun. I did it often enough when much younger. I try to mentally will the dinosaurs awake, but that does not work. I kick them. Nothing happens. I jump around and kick them several times (even in the eyes) but they do not stir. Finally, I use my last scrap of mental energy and wake one up. It rises up on two legs but soon is “pulled” back into its sleeping form - like an accelerated series of movie frames, with the residual impression that the sleeping form had not moved and its waking form was only a fleeting ghost image, being pulled back into itself by sparse wispy tendrils.

Instead of relaxing and staying in my dream or trying to step into a preset scenario, I deliberately “walk out of it” through the fence and make a rude gesture to the three sleeping giants behind me.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
These three fragments are all from one long-ass dream about a war being waged between two sides. I'm not sure what these "sides" were, because the characters and scenarios were so random. I don't remember much of the content that happened between the fragments.

The entire dream must have been fifteen minutes in length. It's one of the longest non-lucids I've had.

This was the coolest of the fragments, but unfortunately I waited to record it last... In doing so, I've forgotten just about all of it. Derp. Let's see what I can salvage.

I was positioned in an indoor battlefield which consisted of the same type of woody and metallic rubble as described in my last two entries, but there was more brown dirt, almost like soil, this time. You could also see patches of shiny, light metal flooring underneath the dirt and debris. Above me loomed a dome-like, curved white canopy roof; the building itself was a long half-cylinder in shape which was really only made up by the roof, which curled all the way to the ground on both sides, with two half-circles of metal wall on either end of it, sealing off the openings completely. The building was at least a hundred feet in length and twenty feet in width, and the lighting was dim, but not dark, as there were flashes of light going off in every direction. Some flashes were from explosions, others from gunfire.

Somewhere along the ground, in the middle of the room, was a square-shaped system of trenches that averaged about two feet deep. I was with my father and sister; we were crouching down and trying to hurry through to one end of the trenches as quickly as we could. They only took up an area of maybe ten by ten feet, so it didn't take long before they ended and we peered up over them. The ground with the trenches was raised a few feet by a naturally-occurring hill, and right before the hill sloped down (at the edge of the trench) was a line of concrete barricades.

All three of us were sitting beside one another: my dad was on my immediate left, with my sister on the other side of him. My dad was wearing a basic olive green army helmet (I can't remember what clothing he had on), but I didn't really see much of my sister. More than anything, I just knew that she was there, although I did hear her voice a few times. My dad was holding a shotgun with a beautiful polished wooden plank on the side of it, and I was carrying a small handgun. I stared at it, and then I realized we each had to choose "who we were going to be" for this war, before we started fighting and shooting.

"I call Pikachu", I said, turning around to see a pale blue, detached door that was sitting in the trench behind me. There was a rectangular mirror on it, with the length of the mirror going perpendicular to the length of the door itself. In the mirror, I saw a blurry outline of a Pikachu which looked more animated, but also had a slight realism to it; I could almost see fur or something.

"Haha!" I said. Then I turned around, picking up a large gun that had somehow appeared on the ground to my right while I was looking away at the door. I made a few "Pikachu" sounds, which came out exactly like how Pikachu sounds in the Pokemon anime. I fired the gun, which had a normal-sized handle but a large body. It reminded me of the shrink ray from Despicable Me, except it was mostly metal/silver, with a more rectangular frame and a cyan color only used for accents, not the entire gun.

I pulled the trigger, and the gun blasted a short stream of very pale blue light, which turned into a large blueish ice cube. I fired it at someone who was running at me (he was wearing brown clothes and, like my dad, a green army helmet), and he froze in place, with some of those "motion lines" of ice behind him.

That's the extent of what I can remember.