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    1. My Father Coughs up Blood (prescient)

      by , 01-24-2018 at 08:19 AM
      Morning of November 2, 2016. Wednesday.



      I am in the semidarkness of an unknown bedroom but I am able to see clearly in my immediate area. I have my dream journal open in front of me as I am lying on my stomach on the floor. I perceive that I am only about twelve years old. My single bed is next to me to my left, closer to the doorway than another single bed and closer to the center of the room, though my head is presently nearest the foot of my bed and my feet are closest to the doorway. My father’s bed is closer to the corner of the room, his head near the wall where the doorway is. He is lying on his back with his head opposite mine. Our beds are about two feet apart. My father (April 26, 1901-February 14, 1979) begins to cough. His coughing intensifies after a short time.

      I sense something is wrong as an unknown male (about twenty-five) comes into the room and helps my father get out of bed as he is coughing, apparently to get him ready for an ambulance. As he coughs when walking past me to my right, a large drop of blood suddenly flies from his mouth and lands on the lower right of the right page of my open dream journal. A smaller drop hits the back of my right hand near my fingers. I have concern for my father and a lesser concern about the page’s status, though I get the impression that the blood spot might eventually fade. I remain where I am, slightly puzzled. I start to think of how my father is old and his organs are not functioning like they used to. I wake shortly after he had left the room with the unknown male. I vaguely sense my mother is present but I do not see her.



      Inexplicable threads: Zsuzsanna had seen an event in a movie related to someone dreaming about blood coming from their mouth prior to my sleep. (I had not known of this prior to my dream.) Additionally, I developed a bad cough shortly after this dream, the worse cough I have had in my life so far (though there was no blood, only mucus). As a result, I consider this dream as both prescient and influenced by Zsuzsanna’s thoughts, with three layers of synchronicity (as I had also recently reflected on a dream from March 1975 relating to watermelon as blood and flesh and coming out between pages of my dream journal).

      Biological prescience relating to my health validates that my father represented me in this dream. It is additionally validated by the doorway waking symbolism, as I am usually the one to exit a dream as my emergent consciousness.

      RAS mediation was atypical. Instead of the personified preconscious directing attention at my dream self, he escorted my father from my dream (additionally validating that my father represented my conscious self identity in a prescient sense, even though I was completely unaware of my current real life in my dream).

      This dream’s waking symbolism is oriented to my dream self’s right as it most often is. (This may be the result of sleeping on my left side.)




    2. Slight Movie Influence: “Let Me In”

      by , 01-12-2018 at 07:12 AM
      Morning of January 12, 2018. Friday.



      Zsuzsanna and I watched “Let Me In” (from 2010) last night and I considered that it would be an intriguing idea to structure as a dream state fantasy. Still, I did not put any actual effort into the idea, though it still influenced a small part of my dream.

      At any rate, my dream has an unfamiliar setting. It reminds me of the King Street mansion in some ways, though the tower feature is duplicated to the opposite side of the house. My father is walking on a narrow wooden plank that is apparently supported by the windowsill of each tower from both sides. My mother is also present, but remains standing on the ground near the residence, at the front of the house.

      A couple different times, I am somewhat wary about my father walking back and forth on this thin plank so high up. It seems precarious and although he seems confident and balanced, I have a vague anticipation that he might fall, though he never does.

      There is only one scene that reflects a part of the movie, and that does not directly trigger any recall related to my current conscious self identity. As I walk into a different area in a house near the first house (where my parents and I are apparently implied to be living), which is somewhat like a large open featureless porch (though more like a park shelter integrated into a house), a young female is present who says, “Just so you know, I can’t be your friend”, just as in the first part of the movie. This frustrates me somewhat, though I do not recall what the actual influence is related to. (I get the impression that the girl is a young version of Zsuzsanna, though this is only later, as my memory is not extant.) Later, the girl’s mother talks to me about what she (the girl) wants, though she seems to be the actress who played the boy’s mother in the movie (though this does not trigger any recall either).

      My dream mainly becomes a generic and typical waking transition. There are two ladders against the porch, one on each side at the front. I feel the need to adjust them, though when I move the ladder on the right (waking orientation symbol) only a little, after climbing up and down on them, the entire house shakes and vibrates. This causes me to stop out of concern of causing my father to fall from the plank. My dream fades after this, with no vestibular system activity (that is, no typical waking jolt based on perceived flight, rising, or any falling sensation or typical spontaneous muscle movement).


      Tags: father, ladder
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      non-lucid
    3. Heart of War

      by , 12-27-2017 at 07:16 PM (Inner World حلم Gamma Waves)
      I really don't remember much on how this started but somehow from the sky we were transported to a place of red armor roof tops and grey slated buildings. Upon arriving, we ( a group of people who I do not know) could hear explosions and shooting from pretty much all directions. Then the people that I was around all ran away. I didn't knew where to go or what to do. That's when I heard someone yell something in what I suspect to be in chinese.

      That's when you could see a huge bomb land and shook the entire area for a good minute. People kept running and almost bumping in to me. That's when I saw a man in grey trying to shoot people. After killing a few people, he see's me and attempts to take a couple rounds at me. I somehow manage to not get hit but very quickly it partial became clear to me that I wouldn't get hurt. I said it to myself in my head that I am dreaming. Upon realizing this I made an attempt to get shot so that the shock of it will wake me up. I also was curious to know what the dream would make me feel once I did take a bullet.

      Before I knew it, I had a false awakening and was lying in my bed with my lucidity gone. When my eyes open this weird looking sharingan was present for about 5 seconds with in my eye sight. I got up from the bed and could see a few people and what look to be my father running. I could tell by the design that we were at the entrance of an airplane. People were rushing through the hall way to get on to it as everyone had this feeling the entire area was going to blow up.

      The door's open and was quickly closing itself, leaving anyone who did not get on to it fast enough screwed. I had miss the first one but fortunately got the chance to get on the second one.
    4. “I Have Those Dreams Too”

      by , 12-03-2017 at 09:19 AM
      Morning of December 3, 2017. Sunday.



      This is a set of two dreams of the same sleeping period that need to be approached and studied as a pair, yet where my dream self in the second dream recalls and designates the first as a dream while supposedly being in a real scenario. My first dream is of my current conscious self identity while the second dream is not, which is very strange unless one fully realizes that the personified subconscious (dream self) has no intelligence or viable memory or awareness of time or space. There were other dreams that occurred between these two without any in-dream recall of either of the other two.

      In my first dream, it seems to be late at night. I am in the front room (where my computer is set up in real life), though I am sitting beyond the right end of the desk where I have never sat in reality. My wife Zsuzsanna is also in the room (facing east towards our oldest daughter’s door), closer to the door to our porch. Despite the late time, our youngest son seems to be present as well.

      In a short time, our oldest daughter enters the room through her room’s door. She says there is someone (an intruder) in our house who is following her. In the semidarkness, to my left, I vaguely discern a tall male figure also coming through her doorway. I consider that I must act to prevent him from doing any harm (though I do not know his intentions and he does not speak). I lift up my left leg, swinging it to the left as he continues into the room, which causes him to trip over it. This is a very strange event, because I perceive my leg as being almost as long as the width of the room (though my dream self perceives this as normal). Additionally, my sense of touch and momentum greatly increases as I feel the unfamiliar male trip over my elongated leg to fall to the floor. I soon awake with a distorted but vivid awareness of my physical body, with a soft hypnopompic kick.

      In my second dream, I am in the back seat of a car, possibly also late at night. I am sitting next to the right window. My father (April 26, 1901-February 14, 1979) is to my immediate left and my mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is to his immediate left. They appear as they did in the late 1970s. No one else is in the car. I have no recall that they had died and I seem to be about thirty or younger (though I am fifty-six in reality). I am not sure whose car it is. There is a lot of activity to my right. Across the street is a large two-storey house on the corner. The car is facing the intersection that the house is near, though is across the street from the house. I have a false memory that one of my older half-sisters on my father’s side lives there and that my father’s half-brother (Marvin P) is there with my half-brothers (on my father’s side) as well. (Marvin died in July 1965.) There are about a dozen people in the yard and it seems they are visiting my half-sister.

      I talk about my first dream to my father and he nods, saying, “I have those dreams, too”. He goes on to talk about stopping intruders (in his dreams) with his left arm as they come through the doorway and making them fall down. My mother nods and indicates that she has also always had such dreams on a regular basis. My parents seem to have a genuine respect for my interest in dreams.

      My parents get out of the car (from the left side) and go around the front of the car to cross the street to visit my father’s relatives. My father seems to want me to go but I decide to stay in the car. I soon wake.



      My first dream is simply a preconscious event with increased RAS dynamics. This means that my dream was rendered solely to create a spontaneous muscle reaction for biological purposes, at least partly to cause partial waking to change my sleeping position. Most of my current conscious self identity is intact here and my physical nature is greatly enhanced in the waking transition. Still, this dream has a real-life source based on an event of years ago when it was our oldest daughter who alerted me to someone “trying to break in”, though that was not actually the case, only that a large rock was thrown at our southwest window.

      In my second dream, I am passive and in the back seat of a car, which means I am passive to the preconscious, which is not directly rendered let alone with any conflict. I am on the right, thus I am passively within waking orientation (and in fact, I subliminally choose to wake rather than remain within my dream, which could also relate to a need to change my sleeping position), which explains the passive nature of my dream. Talking with my deceased parents (unremembered as being deceased by my ephemeral dream self) about how they have the same recurring dream factors, while in a non-lucid dream, is intriguing, though without any real relevance. The dynamics of this dream relate to events from when I was only three years old despite the mix of erroneous ages of my parents and me.



      This pair of dreams is just a tiny example of how erroneous and skewed memory is in the dream state to the point of being an unexplainable enigma. In my first dream, I am of my present life in a well-rendered realistic sense. In my second dream, even in treating the first dream as a fully recalled non-lucid dream scenario, especially without realizing I am dreaming in the second, I inexplicably have no recall of my present life in the second dream. (My parents being present do not even trigger any sense of reflecting on my personal status). Yet, how could this really be the case if my first dream was fully of my present life and recalled in my second dream? It is a paradox. Since childhood, I have been trying to work out how such common dream state paradoxes are possible. It simply cannot be resolved in conscious afterthought.


    5. Being a Helpful Witch

      by , 11-30-2017 at 05:30 PM
      Morning of November 30, 2017. Thursday.



      My dream occurs in two main parts. It has the usual distortions and absence of viable conscious self identity. The only conscious self threads relate to knowing I am married to Zsuzsanna. The rest of my dream self identity ambiguously perceives itself as a teenager, and my parents are still alive.

      In the first part of my dream, I am in the kitchen of our present address (erroneously perceived as of Cubitis, where I have not lived since 1978). The layout of the house is different. Zsuzsanna is present and we are rearranging everything (which we had been doing a lot in real life lately after the storm tore the roof from our house, though that memory is not extant in my dream). There are two special pictures that present a three-dimensional impression. One is very large and displays a two-storey house. The other is similar to the pattern of our present bedroom curtain but features only one cheetah.

      I marvel at the large image of the house and its three-dimensionality. (It faces north when aligned to our present home’s layout.) As I change my position in the room and move my head, there is vivid imagery that looks as if the Venetian blinds in the house are closing and opening, depending on where I stand, though this relates to the angle I am viewing the house from, not the blinds actually moving. At least one bright light is on inside the second floor of the residence where this intriguing Venetian blinds effect is seen, which involves at least three windows. There is a sense of both pleasure and awe. (The windows are about five inches high.) The joy I feel is probably based on liminal realization of modulating my dream with threads of my conscious self, yet my dream self not actively comprehending this factor.

      I am then looking at the image of a cheetah (about eight inches in length to start with). I am able to manipulate the image by moving parts of it with my fingers, to make it smaller or larger or change the proportions. It does not become distorted no matter how I move different points of the image. Its three-dimensionality is similar to one of those toddler’s board books with the additional features implied to be fur or other textures (such as “Touch and Feel Wild Animals”). The clusters of fur on the cheetah image growing and shrinking depending on how I alter the image with my fingers fascinates me.

      Later, I notice my father standing by the doorway of our shed (our present shed, not the one in Cubitis). He is dressed in an unusual colorful outfit and has a large white beard. I go out and see that he is trying to move several large parts of machinery, one that looks like a small motor. Not being lucid, I still use a type of telekinesis. I am aware that the combined weight of the objects is quite heavy, yet I touch one (the smallest object) and all the other objects connect to it as if magnetic. I effortlessly lift everything and my father seems grateful. I realize that this means I am a witch. I place them out in the backyard through a fictional doorway on the east end of our shed.

      From here, there is an incorporeal and unseen male character that is somehow only partially present. There is brief talk with him about a fairy being a great wizard. My father walks to the west end of our shed (where the main door pulls up in reality). It is open to the street. There are at least two black horses facing north that I lightly pet. My father expresses no distrust or wariness of me being a witch.



      A shed or warehouse represents liminal space during the waking transition in a specific part of the sleeping period and is a factor of memory recall and storage. Horses as this dream’s end marker represent my “return” to my physical body in waking. The health or condition of a horse often relates to the health of one’s physical body or recent mental states (or that of someone known). (For example, after a classmate died, I had a terrifying dream of a horse falling down and suffocating in front of me, after it came through the doorway of our homeroom classroom, both a result of his death, and the unsteady state of my emotions at the time.)

      In one of my dreams of yesterday, I was a guardian angel “from the future”, helping a fictional character rendered as the actor Jonathan LaPaglia to fulfill his supposed destiny with his future wife. Then, in this one, I am a powerful witch helping my father. I manipulate imagery (though that was implied to be the nature of whatever technology was present) and effortlessly lift heavy objects by mental will (and not only do I lift them, they stick together magnetically in a very long cluster nearly as wide as the shed). There seems to be no difference between a powerful witch and an angel in some cases, at least from my dream self’s viewpoint. (My wife Zsuzsanna has appeared as both an angel and a witch in my dreams, including prescient dreams from before we met.)

      The Venetian blinds represent the virtual division between the dream self identity and the conscious self identity. The fact that I am not surprised by my telekinetic abilities validates liminal dream state awareness and liminal dream control (that is, with no realization it is a dream, yet having endless powers to create and control my dream state experiences). I certainly would not have this expectation or act as such when conscious.


      Updated 06-05-2018 at 04:16 AM by 1390

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      non-lucid
    6. Dream - Which Way To The Vet & Grumpy Verandah Man

      by , 10-23-2017 at 12:08 PM
      Date of Dream: FRI 20 OCT - 2017



      Dream No. 215 - Separated Sections

      Dream 215 A - Which Way To The Vet

      I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, my mum and my brother were planning to take the cat to the vet. Originally, they were going to go on their own but then I insisted coming with them. They complained at the start but after a while, they eventually accepted my presence. In the dream, we were all walking to the vet, with my brother carrying the cat in her cage. We were on the main road but then for some reason, we decided to take a detour and ended up on this random empty beach which looked grey and cold weatherwise.

      I realised that we were now all lost. I told mum and NB to stay on the sand while I took a step closer to the calm water. Even though my mum was standing right behind me, I loudly called for Dreamy WB. I quickly looked back at my mum and I'm surprised she didn't give an extremely negative reaction... It was just a look of slight shock, like “what are you doing?”. As usual, there wasn't any response the first time around. Now I'm looking out to the far horizon while really declaring that call for Dreamy WB.

      I end up sitting down, putting my feet to the waves and whispering, “please let me know you're here... Come and give me a sign”. Just then, this massive wave comes for me and washes over me, crashing into me and knocking me down onto the sand. When I sit back up, I all of a sudden finally know where the vet is and I tell mum and NB to follow me. I don't remember what happened after we left the beach.

      Dream 215 B - Grumpy Verandah Man
      I can only remember some fragments of this dream. What I do know is that the entire dream took place at my old house. My brother had some electronic product with him, something related to a mobile phone, that he wanted my dad to look at. My dad wasn't in the house and so my brother went to look for him... He ended up being on the back verandah. My dad wasn't the least bit interested when my brother showed him. Rather, my dad fobbed him off straight away and was just automatically giving NB criticisms about his product.

      It wasn't long before my brother went back inside and told me and mum what happened... Mum said she would go out and talk to dad. As she was doing that, I went to my bedroom, which connected to the verandah, so I could hear what was going on. My mum really raised her voice at my dad, scalding him for being “rude” to my brother. Something told me that my dad was in such a bad mood that he could eventually come for me, so I decided to prepare early for my defences. I said to myself, “I have to find Dreamy WB before my dad can attack me”.

      I was rummaging through and on top of my bed when I eventually found my phone. I would open my phone when I wanted to activate her but since no one was hurting me, I kept the phone closed for the time being. I can't remember what happened next in the dream.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None
    7. Dream - A Week In My Position

      by , 10-23-2017 at 11:15 AM
      Date of Dream: SAT 14 OCT - 2017



      Dream 211 - A Week In My Position

      I have forgotten most of what happened in this dream. From what I can remember, I soon found out that my dad was spending an entire week away with Logan and Chilly in America. The dream played a few snippets of some scenes with Logan and Chilly and then it moved on to my family at some American shops, looking for some extra clothes because we found that we didn't pack enough for the cold weather. That's all I can remember for this dream.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None
      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. Dream - An Aggressive Errand

      by , 10-01-2017 at 01:05 PM
      Date of Dream: SUN 1 OCT - 2017



      Dream No. 204 - An Aggressive Errand

      I don't remember much of this dream. Of what I can remember, my dad and I were bound to go to Chadstone for something. On the way, there people who claimed to be some relatives of ours ran up to my dad in a panic. We got out of the car and then they told him that his uncle had passed away. They also asked him to so something else, to pick up some markers (textas) and bring them to this random place that I forgot the identity of.

      For the remainder of the dream, almost everything I said to my dad would set him off. We didn't end up getting to Chadstone and rather he drove towards home. When he was out of the car, I would find myself whispering to Dreamy WB that something was up with him. This dream followed a lot of real life principles, and so there was no visible or physical response from her, not even a perception of energy.

      I do remember later on in the dream that he was still really angry and was badly complaining to my mum. He said in a frustrated tone that it would have been so much better if we didn't have to pick up the stupid markers. That's all I can remember about this dream.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None



      This dream was a pretty accurate foretelling of the events today. My dad's uncle passed away only yesterday and then my parents were all over me this morning for no reason.
    9. Dream - To The Bachelor Mansion & Octopus Mario & The Runaway Karla & Just My Kitten Luck & Don't...

      by , 09-15-2017 at 02:02 PM
      Smashed a record! 5 dreams in one night, up to letter E in my ordering system! The evidence is in the title which won't fit the text of the last dream! So I'll retype the journal title below

      Dream - To The Bachelor Mansion & Octopus Mario & The Runaway Karla & Just My Kitten Luck & Don't You Forget About Me



      Date of Dream: FRI 15 SEP - 2017



      Dream No. 195 - Separated Sections

      Dream 195 A - To The Bachelor Mansion
      I don't remember how the dream started. I was at the bachelor mansion in Sydney but it looked nothing like it does on real life TV. It was day time and the property was this modern looking two storey farmhouse. The grass was very lush and green and although different from real life, the environment still suited the bachelor vibe well.

      Two bachelorettes I remember seeing outside were Lisa and Simone. There were other bachelorettes there but I don't remember specifically who they were. I remember I was there, looking for Matty J. He came outside the front door and all the bachelorettes were crowding around him. I was trying to get through all of them so I could meet Matty J myself. I don't remember if I was successful or not.

      Dream 195 B - Octopus Mario
      It was night time during this dream. My memory of what happened at the start is also blurry here. I do remember that I was heading down Napoleon Road for some reason but I have also forgotten what the intention was... I was travelling down the road on foot (but on the footpath). Half way during my travels, I randomly encounter the bachelor, Matty J. He's waiting for me and when I get to him, he says to me “How you would you like to experience the bachelor hug?”. He then spreads one arm out and hugs me like he does to the bachelorettes on the show.

      I continue walking now and up ahead, I see my giant Mario plush toy that has come to life. There was something weird about him though. I look down at his legs and notice dozens of them! Walking along the road just like me! Then I check to see how many arms he has and it's just the normal two. As I am walking down the road for a while, Mario is walking ahead of me with his dozens 'o' legs. I can't remember anything else about this dream.

      Dream 195 C - The Runaway Karla
      At the start of the dream, people were claiming that I had run away from home. I was at this unknown shopping centre when my phone went off. The call stopped before I could answer it. I had all these missed calls from mum, a text from JO urging me to return home as well as a missed call from my uncle. I decided to answer back to my uncle's call and it was a bad decision, he was yelling at me like a hair dryer on the highest setting.

      Once the call was done, I thought to myself that I never had intentions on running away from home and so I actually decided to return as possible. The dream then skipped to another scene. I had to contact my uncle for something else but I was really scared to do so based on what happened earlier. My mum said that it should be okay and that he may not be mad anymore.

      There was the a big lunch happening at my dad's parents' place. We were all sitting on a round table in the small corner room of the house. I was allocated to sit next to one of the relatives but we didn't get along well together, so I asked the adults if it was okay to move across one chair, they said it was okay and that we didn't have to stay in the spot that was allocated to us. On my lunch plate was some chicken, rice and lettuce. There was also a pot of this mushroom sauce that we could put on our food... There was a catch to this lunch though. We were due to be eating at the other grandparent's house in a hour, so we couldn't fill up all the way.

      There wasn't any mushroom sauce on my plate but I wanted some. Once again, the adults told me not to fill up too much. The dream then made it so there was only a tiny bit of mushroom sauce blended in with the rice. I tasted some and I said that the sauce tasted weird, it was very dirt-like compared to how my other grandmother made it. The dream ended before having a meal at the other house, which was apparently going to be the same thing!

      Dream 195 D - Just My Kitten Luck
      I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, we were driving down the road but I don't know where we were going. What I do remember is that it was in my mum's car. There was this family of four kittens that we drove by... My mum was driving and my brother and I were in the back seat. While driving, we hear something hit the roof. I opened my window and a kitten actually hopped in the car!

      Instead of driving the kitten back to join its other family members, we decided to immediately adopt it and take it home. Along the way, my dad randomly appears and he is standing outside the car. He is surprised to see the kitten coming towards him... He somewhat freaks out and tells that kitten to go back to me. I know the dream continued but I forgot what happened.

      Dream 195 E - Don't You Forget About Me
      I have forgotten how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my house and there was also this music equipment around the place that belonged to one of my dad's friends. There was this tiny little chair that I was sitting on and my dad and I were bound to sing some duet in the living room, facing the TV. We were going to be singing the song “Don't You Forget About Me”, which exists in real life.

      Just as we started, my dad's friend thought that it'd be better if I stood up... I agreed because the chair was way too small for me and so I had a hard time staying on it in the first place. Another one of my dad's friends was also there helping mix the sound. We actually started singing and my dad did the majority of the song. When it came to some of the intros to the verses, that's when I joined and I was doing these really exaggerated mouth movements at the microphone.

      I looked towards the front room of the house and saw Matty J sitting on the couch nearest to the living room. My mum appears and Matty J points at me, looking somewhat astonished. The dream made it so that while I was singing, I could also hear him quietly ask my mum, “she can sing!?”. The dream then ended.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:
      - None
    10. Dream - A Haunted Monster House & Leave Her Behind

      by , 09-15-2017 at 01:31 PM
      Date of Dream: WED 6 SEP - 2017



      Dream No. 191 - Separated Sections

      Dream 191 A - A Haunted Monster House
      I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was at some strange place. Some happy looking place, claiming to contained all these “haunted monster” themed escape rooms. From what I heard from the staff the monsters were very violent and gory and some of them could potentially even kill you. The dream camera visualised one of the monsters to be a sandy coloured, boney and bloody mess. The lady told me I was doing hole number 14. I looked down there and my heart literally sank... I was not ready to go down there all by myself.

      I then heard that participants would have a partner with them. I didn't know who my partner was going to be, the selections were random. I soon discovered that my partner was actually NN and I was ecstatic to hear this. I was relieved too because I know he would protect me and he wouldn't mind me holding onto him. I then came across NN who was in the foyer of the place, crouching down. I found out earlier that we were going into hole number 14 and so I told him. I then led him to the whole to show him.

      I could tell that he and I were about to go down there as things started to get really scary. We came across this sweet bar but the lollies looked all weird. Some looked like different coloured lamingtons and had this blood smeared all over them. I had another look down the hole and came to the realisation that we were going to be going down there very soon. I turned to NN and told him I was absolutely scared. The dream ended before we decided to go down the hole.

      Dream 191 B - Leave Her Behind
      I don't remember most of this dream. From where I do remember, I was out somewhere with my dad and my brother. We were at this shopping strip and I wanted to go and look at all the shops there. My dad wasn't too keen on letting me go but I went anyway. There was one particular store I went into with my brother. I ended up falling asleep on the shop floor. When I woke up (still in dream), I discovered that dad had gone home... My brother was still with me and told me. There was now also a friend from my brother's university with us. For some unknown reason, I was trapped in the store and couldn't get out, it was nothing scary though.

      The dream scene changed to the Mario characters who apparently heard about the rejection of me by my dad. There were three main characters in this scene: Princess Peach, Rosalina and Shy Guy. Rosalina was saying that they needed someone left-handed to pull the hoist and this would be the Shy Guy. An orange suited guy got onto a huge coil of rope and started pulling down on it. The dream went back to where I was and now me, my brother and his uni friend were outside. That's all I can remember about this dream.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None
    11. Dream - Mysterious Packages

      by , 09-15-2017 at 01:03 PM
      Date of Dream: TUE 29 AUG - 2017



      Dream No. 187 - Mysterious Packages

      My memory of the first scene is blurry. I think it took place at the parking lot of Stud Park Shopping Centre. My dad was talking to one of the TAFE teachers RH but I forgot about what exactly. The next dream scene took place at my old house. The post had just arrived and I brought it into the sitting room. There was a red envelope which was weirdly an invitation to one of my old high school teacher's wedding. I then went on to look at the next delivery, which was contained in a knapsack. The person who sent the contents in the knapsack had sent it for a birthday gift for me. Inside it were all these beads to make jewellery.

      After I had enough examining the bag, I went to see my mum in the kitchen. I said that I was curious to know what the time is. My mum said it was six 'o' clock... But it was broad daylight. I looked at the analogue clock though and it most certainly read ten to six. I then asked my mum if I should go and check on what RH was doing in one of the other rooms in the house. She said not to worry about it as she didn't feel like going out for dinner. The dream ended there.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None
      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. Tools under the Door, Starting a Fire, Tiny Cat

      by , 08-07-2017 at 02:07 PM
      Morning of August 7, 2017. Monday.

      Dream #: 18,494-02. Reading time: 2 min 40 sec.



      I am sitting on the floor near the southeast corner of the living room in the Cubitis house. The layout is different. My attention is on the front door and a fictitious area north of the kitchenette.

      I am aware of my father on the carport (though I do not see him). (My dream self does not remember he died in 1979.) He does not enter the house. He slides several objects under the door (which would have been impossible in reality). I see them as well as hear their movement. There are at least three open-end wrenches, presumably different sizes from a set. There are other items, like a couple of flat pieces of metal. I think he wants me to put them in the hallway closet, as he no longer has space for them in the shed.

      I have two irregular stones that seem more like crystals at times. Although mostly opaque, they sometimes seem transparent, becoming glassy when I tap them together. Some facets are reflective and shiny. They have a bluish tint for the most part, though I notice that one looks gold at a later point.

      I think I can make a fire. I strike one stone against the other, sometimes doing this when one is on the floor, other times while holding them. They sparkle, and some areas catch fire.

      Light gray tendrils of smoke and small flames are the results at least four times. I get a folded piece of notebook paper and hold it near one stone as I hit it with the other, and they burn for a time. The paper catches fire.

      An orange tabby cat no longer than my hand rests on my right near a burnt area of the floor. It moves a short distance from the smoke and flames. The small fire is close to it but does not hurt it. Its tail traverses an area of the floor that had burnt moments before. It does not show signs of fear or injury.



      Dreams are mainly a result of co-occurrence with the status of being in the dream state, resulting from subliminal environmental monitoring, enigmatic space, and autosymbolic waking processes.

      My dream self sometimes instinctually starts a fire to activate consciousness, a goal stemming from the status of being in the dream state (and being instinctually aware of being asleep), NOT a factor from waking life. My extent of dream control has no association with being “lucid.” My brief dream self identity is not a model of waking life identity. In this case, there is no recall my father had died. There is in other dreams, a factor unrelated to the implied time or any recent thoughts I may have held in waking life. It is because, in subliminal space, my dream self does not have practical access to either my unconscious mind (or its legitimate memories) or my real identity.

      This dream also includes wall mediation (another regular event of being in the dream state, NOT a cause from waking life status). A wall (and related features like doors, windows, and fences) is a concurrent virtual division of various levels of liminal space and enigmatic space, though is more likely with an environmental factor like less intrusive noise. The tools from under the door are another association with achieving consciousness, of which the preconscious (reticular activating system) is the foremost dynamic.

      The stones become transparent when closer to initiating consciousness (starting the fire) to remind me my dream is an illusion but still controllable by instinct.

      Cats sometimes appear with wall mediation (with many specific examples of this in my dream journal), as a virtual anchor in liminal space; and in childhood, a summoned virtual witness to the dream state when lucid. In this instance, the cat is a tiny version of Tiger (a cat from my childhood when I lived on 611 North Monroe Street in 1967). One of the photographs from this time features me sitting in front of the front door, holding him.


      Updated 09-08-2019 at 09:16 AM by 1390

      Tags: cat, father, fire, tools, wrench
      Categories
      non-lucid
    13. "Welcome to Hell"

      by , 07-25-2017 at 03:48 AM (Dream)
      Key:
      Side Notes (Side Notes)
      Title
      Dream
      Lucid
      "Welcome to Hell"
      I was at school on the sidewalk, there was a bus in front of us.
      I believe I went on it for a short while but got off. It looks like a death trap, Lexi got on, I could've warned her.
      A guy gets on and he has a stereotypical surfer voice and says "Wow! Cool!"
      The Bus Driver then closes the door, the bus starts to float in midair and he says "Welcome to hell." (?)
      The Bus starts to squish itself and it's inhabitants. There's nothing left, it went into nothingness.
      I think 'Father...' (I guess in my dream the bus driver was my father.)
      Later in the dream, i'm standing at the end of the side walk. I can catch my bus, it is okay.
      'Not my bus, Not my bus' I think. I wave to a bus.
      All of the buses passed, a blonde haired lady appears (looks like Mrs.R) tells me "Your bus was in the back with
      the handicapped buses."
      She helps me find my bus, we end up by stairs by a place that looks like the Lower Gymnasium at my school.
      There is this Black Kid who is exactly my height, he's naked.
      I ask "How old are you?"
      He tells me he is 9 and a half.

      Fragment

      The Fire Nation is in the dream and there was a Giant Dude. (?)
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      Those were the only dreams I could remember from last night, it's crazy how 90% of my dreams are about School yet I can't recognize that as a dream sign. I think I had a False Awakening last night so i'll put that down in the Global Category.
      July 24th, 2017
    14. Dream - Elemental Bass Friends

      by , 06-21-2017 at 11:12 AM
      Date of Dream: TUE 20 JUN - 2017



      Dream No. 137 - Elemental Bass Friends

      I remember the four elemental dragons from The Legend Of Spyro, doing something on a cliff top, very close to the edge of the cliff. They then fell off and when they died, all their elemental powers had been transferred to me, although I didn't really do anything dramatic, I could just feel all this energy and I knew what it was. The scene then changed to this classroom-like setting where there were heaps of students' art on display. It was art from the year of when I was on prep but then the pieces of art looked like high-school standard. I then saw this one painting that was mine and I was telling a random stranger of all the detail of it.

      The dream then skipped to my dad and he had mentioned something about his four bass playing friends. I told my dad to go and see them now and stop putting his project off. The dream then played a scene with each of them and each had resemblance to one of the four elements. The dream then stated that they all lived on the one road. The dream scene then went back to me and my dad was angry with me some reason. I remember he said something but I've forgotten specifically. I do remember saying it's 2016 when he started the project in 2013, so he'd better get moving now than never. That's all in regards to this dream.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:

      - None
      Categories
      non-lucid
    15. Dream - The Key To Progress

      by , 06-09-2017 at 10:38 AM
      Date of Dream: FRI 9 JUN - 2017



      Dream No. 129 - The Key To Progress


      I was in some strange place... The room I was currently in was some sort of mystical library and I was talking to one of the staff members there, a random middle-aged lady. She was saying to me that to get somewhere, I had to use the lift that was nearby. The dream had only showed a snippet of the lift scene with me in it to begin with as the realisation was that I was not ready to enter it yet. I was then at the other side, I had supposedly exited the lift without the dream showing... And the only way to get anywhere else was to use it again. So I decided I had to go and look for the whereabouts of Dreamy WB.

      So I stood in front of the wooden lift doors, calling for her but nothing happened. So I took it to the next step and was pacing backwards and forwards throughout the foyer, calling her name as loud as I could. Still no response and I am standing in front of the lift doors again, looking up nervously... I remember exactly what I said, “Dreamy WB, please come!”, in a really distressed tone, almost sounding like Penny from The Rescuers. No response what-so-ever and I so finally decided I had to leave the building to look for her.

      I was in this neighbourhood and I remember the sky looking like it would at dusk, but it was more purple without any pink in it. There was this fence surrounding a house and from that block of land, over the fence, peered Mrs B, the mother of the real WB, giving me some sort of judgemental look. Her look terrified me and I straight away had the feeling that I had to get away from her or I would be toast. I found myself floating away from her house in the style of balloon Mario again. At one point, I looked back and she was still there, with the same look pasted on to her face. So then I hurried away without looking back at all.

      Eventually, I was able to locate Dreamy WB in the dream and so was now able to return to the lift scene. Her appearance was evident when I first found her but during the lift scene, I didn't look at her much, rather she always quietly trailed behind me... She had her hair frizzed out while wearing her black pencil dress. My dad and brother were in the foyer and they were amazed that I was going to enter a lift “by myself”... Dreamy WB was completely invisible to them. I skipped past the lift with real life, metal doors and went for the wooden one that I had intentions on going into since the start.

      Once we got in there, Dreamy WB took no hesitation to make me feel comfortable and secure. I noticed that she was still behind me and so was hugging me from the back. The lift soon started moving and it was going up and down really fast. At times, I felt like I could topple over but in the dream, I knew that Dreamy WB was keeping me from doing so, despite the super speed. At different floors, signs in the lift would actually show what room we were next to, for instance “Floor 2 – The Library”. That's all I can remember in regards to this dream.

      Updated 12-29-2017 at 12:30 AM by 93119

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
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