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My family and I drove to a odd looking place with nice yellow lights around it. As we walk in, we see very ill people who seem to wandering no where. That's when they notice us and started trying to attack by biting people. They were like zombies, I manage to run outside only to bump in to one. Once this happen I knew I was screwed as he grab my arm and began to open his mouth. Alarm bells were going through my head and got me to realize I was dreaming due to the intensity of the situation.

I first thought to myself that I should have never watch that movie recently about zombies since the main character did die. It was just like this scene on how he got infected. I then began to fly very fast to break his grip and was going up in the air. As I continue I started thinking how am I able to fly this well prior to last time? Which caused me to lose my ability to fly. Below me I could see the original zombie flying as well to catch me. As I am falling I could feel someone grab my foot. It was the zombie, I told myself I had to believe in myself in order to fly higher.

All of a sudden I was flying much higher than before but the zombie was still following me. I use some kind of air pressure to disrupt his flying and force him to fall all the way back down. That's when I decided I wanted to wake up.

I found myself at a dinner table and was sitting across from a woman wearing a white tealish dress, next to a man in a white suit. The woman was talking about how their religions may different but that a popular rapper who has passed away last year named XXXTentacion. Was trying to connect with other people and how we needed to care about each other despite our differences.

As she continue to talk, I notice I was lying in my bed anymore and started questioning if I was in a dream or not. I look around the area as I remember being in the hypnagogic state. I assumed I was dreaming and got up from the table to go to the restroom to see myself in a mirror. As I got up and started quickly walking to the restroom, everything went black and I could only feel the motion of moving.

I thought I woke up but could still only feel my feet walking against the carpet and moving around. I then lost lucidity.


A new dream started and I found myself on the side walk with a few other employee's that I knew. The sun was going down and I could tell it was the afternoon. I hang around my co-workers for a little bit before going to a large tree that had a window like room inside of it. I open the door and saw a boxing ring and a punching bag. I pick up the red gloves and started shadow boxing and then I continue my momentum on the punching bag, by connecting my 1,2,3. Once I started getting in to the groove, a man open the door who was wearing a blown up jacket and a beenie. He looked at me and it was already written on his face.

He wanted me to get out and that I wasn't suppose to be here. So I took the gloves off and look at him and gesture the I need to go look? He did a hand sign that suggested that yea I don't why you are here but you gotta go. So with that I got up from laying on the boxing ring floor and decided to head out the door I came from. As I did I notice it was a bit darker now and that my co-workers were all going in for work now. I follow their lead to the door and enter inside.
Once we made it inside I notice a lot of my co-workers brought sleeping bags, I had no idea why. There was also a police officer next to me which was also strange but I ignore it.

We weren't working and everyone was either standing,sitting or laying on the floor. Because I was still exhausted from my boxing session, I decided to lay on the hard floor which now that I think of it made little to no sense. I am laying there looking at the cop as he hears the news play on a nearby TV. We both then tense up when we heard there was a gunman in our area. He started moving fast and I decided to get up from the floor. When I got up I hear the door burst open with two gunmen holding a rifle walk through.

A lot of people started screaming and panic, I notice a few people slipping through the door they just came from, rather than trying to tackle or stop the two guys. I follow their plan and notice that they were not looking at me. I slide through the door and made my way out to the night. I saw where my other co-workers were going so I went with them. We went to another building and people started pulling out sleeping bags again. I was confuse and I wanted to have one too. As I am laying on the floor trying to rationalize once happening. It hit me that all of this seem a little odd. I began to wonder if it were a dream and performed an RC to verify it.

The RC failed and therefor, I knew I was in a dream. A lot of people look at me and said "Are you crazy, how are we in a dream at a time like this" I laugh and ignore their panic and anxiety. I went through a mirror and began to make an attempt to fly. However turns out I still a novice at flying and began to fall some what slowly down. I then hit a tree and marvel at how the outside looks and how I could feel the wind blowing against me and the leaves felt wonderful. I then let go of the tree making another attempt to fly but still I fell in till I collided with another tree. After I crash in to this tree I felt myself feeling off. Everything started going black and I found myself in a different place.

There was no scene really it was like a movie, show casting different people that look more like cartoons than human beings. I then went from 3rd person point of view to 1st person and was now lucid again. I walk around the dark lit classroom, and saw the cartoon like people looking at me. I interacted with a few dream characters before the dream ended.

Once it ended I found myself in my room waking up next to my dresser being on my bed. Everything look more vivid and the colors were intensified. I wonder if I was awake as I could hear my brother say he is awake in the other room. My mother was just coming to my room to check on me but then I woke up again. I was in my room and I saw my mother sitting on the floor next to the handle of bed. My mother look at me as my eyes opened and said my name and if I was awake. Then I notice my brother was there too and was saying hello to me. I open my eyes and did an RC. My RC failed, so I jump out of my bed ignoring them and went through my window completely lucid. I live in a 3 story apartment on the 3rd floor so I quickly tried to fly but began falling down. As I am falling I see a little girl in pink pajama's flew up like superman with no effort at all.

Stunned and amaze I look at her as she flies away. I then look around the area and notice how beautiful everything look. The color of the line of tree's were now a pink velvet appeal. With some green grass coming from some of them. There was also a few brown wooded fences and the new color leaves of these trees all over the one way road. It was honestly breath taking. As I admire the beauty I notice a girl no older than 14 walking. She notice me and started walking the other way to other kids. These other kids were much younger. There was 2 more little girls around age 5 to 7 and a boy who look to be about 6. All of them had brownish blonde hair and were all in pajama's. As I walk to them they ask me where was I from. I laugh and replied with America, I ask them where they were from. They both gave out the same answer and said sdjffpiejf. That's literally how it sounded to me and I just took that as I began to notice how strange the place I am in look.

The sky was a very light greenish yellow look and it just made me feel like I was on another planet when I saw these odd looking animals move buffering like in the sky. It look like they were meant to be sheep's but had some very unusual and unique altering. Basically the legs were right and half of the head but the rest look like they were fuse with clouds and had a mini white wagon on top of them which I assume is their back that kept causing cloud like mist to ease out of their back. I was so in awe by their otherworldly appearance that the kids started telling me to run because they were dangerous.

I notice the dream scene started to shake and turn in to blackness. The children disappear in to the darkness as I couldn't take my eyes off these majestic looking creatures. They move so odd like in the air and sounded distorted. Then as they were very close to me everything went black. I woke lying in my bed and my room was now dark. I assume it was night but like before the first thing I did was an RC. My RC FAILED, so I got up knew I was in a dream. Just like before I jump out of my window and attempted to fly again. The sky was very dark though and I couldn't see much. So I stop myself in the air and focus on my intention to make the sky lighter. I raised my hand and the night sky became a little bit easier to see through.

I felt good, I started looking down from the air and notice that their were houses and buildings with street lights on the one way road now. I decided that its better if I go inside a house instead of remaining outside. I flew down to the road and open a random house that I saw. As I open it I realize the inside look exactly like the town house I lived in so long ago. The lights were off in the living room and I could see someone was laying there on the floor. I tried to turn on the light switch but the lights still didn't come on. It was okay with me though. I check to see who it was laying there and seem to be a baby.

I then see a woman laying on the floor she looked like someone I knew on social media. I could hear my grandmother voice complaining about something on the TV. After that I woke up.

I am at an Oktoberfest out in the woods. It seems like a cool setting and nice weather, and I think the family is here. I think we’re showing up a little late, only because this large tent is already fairly full of people. Everyone is holding a stein or glass full of foamy, light beer. I think there is a ticket system to get the beer, and I get in line to get mine. I end up with a smaller glass that has a handle on it (it looks like a pint glass with a handle) and is filled with light beer. I’m not sure why it isn’t just a stein, and I also thought there’d be a dark beer (I think I’m thinking of a dunkel), but I take a sip and it is decent. I notice an older man with a white beard who is pouring refills before glasses are even empty. I’m now outside (it seems dark out), at a circular table with the family. Dad already has a stein going, but he mentions leaving. I think we say bye, and he says that he isn’t driving. I don’t know who would drive him. I get a refill from the ol man when I’ve only got a few sips missing, saying ‘prost’. Now, (I’m not sure if this is before or after?) I am floating above this scenery. It is a beautiful alpine forest nestled among jagged, rocky mountains that seems very remote. I am maybe 1,000 feet high, slowly drifting forward. I am awestruck, peaceful, and euphoric. I will myself to float higher and I do. I do a slow back flip and unwillingly drift back down, landing on the ground.




I am in what seems like a small office in a college campus with the AAD 180 teacher Hillary Clark. I think I am taking a final. From her and my comments, it seems like I’ve got it all wrong. I think there is a question about a god-like musician, one of the options for answers being Estas Tonne. This one I know, as I really like him. I start playing some of his music on my phone. I ask her if she likes him, and she says no because it’s too slow. I mention that it can be but does get intense too.




Something about riding bikes somewhere with Makayla. She doesn’t want to because it’s ‘too far’, but I’m trying to show her on a map that it’s just past somewhere we’ve already ridden to. I think this sways her opinion.




I am on an asphalt path that meanders through the trees near a lake. I am on a decline right before an incline. The trees are orange and red, intense, but also somehow subdued in the cool air. There’s a gap in them, allowing a view beyond. It is so beautiful that I sit down to admire and enjoy it. I think there are people coming, but I don’t really care.

Morning of October 6, 2019. Sunday.

Dream #: 19,284-04. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.



Induction: I am sitting in an armchair wearing headphones in an unknown residence. The room is not well-lit. I listen to various vocal sounds on a tape playing in a cassette deck to my left, some that are partial affirmations related to dreaming, though there is the usual gibberish. I do not maintain full dream state awareness (though my perception remains instinctual, as the processes are the same, lucid or not).

I see many maidenhair ferns in small plant pots. It is a beautiful tranquil sight. I feel I am where I should be. I notice it now seems to be late morning.

Wall mediation with a vestibular precursor: I see a shadow at the glass-paneled door. It seems to be an uninvited ninja who has a crowbar that soon emerges between the door and door frame. I suspect this may relate to the cassette I am listening to, so I pull the jack from the cassette deck and remove my headphones. As I do, the door makes a light shutting sound, and there is no ninja. (Pulling a jack from a stereo is the opposite of what I typically do in dreams to vivify and sustain cortical arousal. In addition to a typical preconscious personification, the ninja is a vestibular simulacrum, which transitions into flight autosymbolism in the next scene.)

More wall mediation and vestibular processing: I turn about to see a winter forest setting beyond an open wall. I enjoy the beauty of the scene as the snowflakes strike my face. The time has changed again, and it now seems early evening. A jet flies overhead (unrealistically slow). I see its shadow rise on the trunk of a tree, and I lift my arms to mimic the shape. I am unsure if they are searching for the ninja or me. I decide to take to the sky and become one with the jet to gain control of the whole region. (I fly vertically straight up.)

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The tree with the rising shadow of the jet is a process whereby the tree is a representation of how my physical body does not move while I am sleeping. The flight association is the precursor to vestibular arousal. Rather than the drop, I fly up and out of my dream as I have many times since childhood. Vehicles of any kind (including aircraft) are typically a result of the imaginary physicality of the dream state, each having specific nuances and associations with different levels of muscularity and anticipation of the drop.

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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I think I had a WILD. Don't remember exactly what happened but think I fell asleep, experienced brief sleep paralysis with audio hallucinations, like people talking. Then a false awakening. Confusion lasted only a few seconds. Realized right away I had fallen asleep and became lucid. But it wasn't an interesting dream. I was just at some dark place. I flew around. Felt lucidity fading, so I looked into my hands. Then plunged into the ground and continued flying through some new scenario. Not much happened because I didn't have a plan.

dream starts with sexual content i skip

...i walk with the girl and we pass a meadow next to a house. she tells me she doesnt like the city. i say why not its not that bad and its kind of green and other citys are worse. we some dog babys and the mother some of them starts barking but the mother keeps them back and educate them. one of them runs at me and i kick it away. one of them is more like just a face on the ground and morphs into a butterfly. my awareness rises. we reach a canon and i get lucid doing a rc. i ask her if she wants to fly with me and start flying. i reach the ground and meet some people. they are something like superheroes? one of them has a problem with me. i fly further to a woman who greets me in a very friendly manner (maybe with a kiss?) i tell her that in the following 24h i can help her. the group of "heroes" arrives and the guy that had a problem with me pushes me with his thoughts away and laughs. i come back and remember that telekinesis is not that difficult and start concentrating and do a gesture with my hand. suddenly his face get serious and a second later he flys up 5m in the air and crashes in the ground again. i lough my ass of because it looked funny like hell.
the dream fades and i am in another dream. i do a rc and still dreaming. i find my self indoors. i phase myself slowly thru many layers of walls and rooms and wooden construction out and climb some parts. i am on a roof now and jump from roof to roof. i want to find me some icecream. i jump down and see some people that look like they sell ice on big bicycles like it is typical in mexico but everytime they come closer the just transport paint for some reason. i cant find ice and have a FA. i sit at a table eating icecream. i do another RC and again still dreaming. i get up and look out for icecream again to finish the task. i ask a young guy at a corner of a street. he tells me he doesnt have some but i tell him he should look behind him and when he does suddenly he has some icecream. i am happy and pay him some coins. its ice made out of coca cola. i continue my way and notice i am in the suburban train station. i want to get out but dont want to phase all the way out so i phase straight thru the walls and imagine to be outside and after the second wall flying thru i find myself outside. i fly up a building because i want to see the sunset. after founding a good place to be i do another handgesture to let the sun go down. i am a little out of practice so it doesnt work immediately suddenly there are one or two guys next to me and distracting me with talking shit and how it doesnt work. the sun goes down but the visuals get super bad like in dark night and i start to calm down rub my hands and focus on the dream. i tell him that for his reason i didnt notice the sunset properly. i try to get the sun up again but it doesnt work. i switch the roof and remember that the sun goes up from the opposite side so i turn around and fair enough see a nice sunrise. i jump and fly thru several roofs and found a well painted arty house. i enter thru the roof and explore the inside. there is a lot of art in the rooms. i see a woman lying in a bed and aproach her. i resist to start something and just pass into another room where i see another person sleeping i think its a boy but then it turns out to be a guy. i phase out and think about what to do next and remember Dreamers method of narrating the dream to remember it better so i think what happend so far. something happens and the dream destabilizes but this time its not getting black but white. i go into it and let it happen. everything around me spins and patterns appear a short moment of drawings. i ask a question to the dream: what to do/work? a new dreamscene appears and a guy talks with me he wants to tell me something but dont remember the word in the end he tells me something about a doctor or that i should be a dentist. im not sure about it and ask him what about physiotherapy he tells me that its possible but i wont learn to much there.
i phase into a house and i feel its mine. i enter the kitchen and eat a fresh cherry and think what to do. i feel like the dream is hell long and try to remember how fast i got lucid so that the REM might be very long. i want to meditate a little but i feel like the dream destabilize but i let it go to not forget to much about it.

I'm following some guy in an airplane trying to take off. He taxis around a gas station and I have to follow him through. Since we are in military planes, I have to be careful not to hit anything. I see that the other guy has already taken off, but his plane is now some kind of single prop stunt plane. I look around me and realize my plane has transformed as well. With only a short runway, I climb in to the sky easily and feel my stomach lurch a little as I climb faster than expected. The guy comes back around and tells me to follow him down to a steep ridge line. We land ourselves by clinging to some of the rocks. He tells me that a herd of caribou are up here and he's going to start a stampede along the single file ridge line. I start to panic, though, because I keep losing my grip on the rocks and it's a very long drop down. The guy comes back and tells me it's fine and that there isn't a crazy drop at all. I look behind me, and sure enough, there is no crazy drop. I'm just standing at the top row of some bleachers.

Before I began dreaming, I was attempting the MILD after my second to last alarm went off, but so far, I had not yet fallen back asleep and was concerned my final alarm would be going off at any moment...

I'm arriving home at night to a house that I'm not familiar with. Walking up to the door, I notice a lot of bicycles in the front yard. As I walk over to some of them, Goose, my GF's dog, runs up to me all energetic and he starts poking his head through the spokes trying to bite at them. I continue to walk up to the door. Once I enter, I see everyone sitting around nursing drinks I assume to be alcoholic. More than my roommates are there, though, and it feels like the end of a big party. Before walking farther in, we get on the subject of dreaming, and I break into a lesson for everyone. I tell them exactly what I was trying to do this morning, "Set your usual alarm clock time in the morning, but also go back 90 to 100 minutes before that and set another alarm. Get out of bed with this alarm, go to the bathroom or something, then go back to sleep all while repeating the phrase in your head, 'the next scene will be a dream'." I say how it's a good way to induce lucid dreams called the MILD method after implementing the WBTB method. I walk all the way into the main room now and sit with a couple guys discussing what I had said. They talk about weird things that could pop up in dreams like a duck wearing a leather jacket. I agree with them and ask them if they would question whether they were dreaming or not after they saw that. I also make a joke by saying "Duck Gun" trying to relate the ducks and leather jackets to Top Gun. It feels stupid but both of the other guys laugh. Suddenly, I get the feeling to do a reality check since I realize I've just been talking about them before. I push my fingers through my other hand successfully and realize I'm dreaming. I look around the room for a second trying to stay calm. There's a lot more people now, all of them talking. I want to go back outside so I get up to leave when one of the guys I was talking to also gets up and shakes my hand. It takes me a couple attempts to get his name right, but apparently it was "Lemon". I walk outside to find it's a brilliant sunny day. Summer comes to mind as spots of vibrant colors, I assume to be from flowers, cover my peripheral vision with large trees over the road in front of the house. It appears I'm in a neighborhood. There's a small picnic table with a pull out bench in the front yard and I go over and sit down. I try grounding myself in the dream more by looking over my hands and touching the wooden bench, feeling the grains and knots in the wood. A friend comes out of the house talking in a very sad voice, but I'm pre-occupied with maintaining my awareness. I suddenly decide to toss the bench I've been sitting on far away just to see what it would do. My roommate comes outside too, and I tell him I just threw the bench to infinity. As I watch it, I see it catch the wind, though, and it falls back in to the neighborhood some distance away. The idea of flying comes to me so I prepare to do this. Instead of my normal routine of jumping into the air to begin, however, I decide to be more controlled with it. I hold out my arms and imagine myself floating off the ground. Before I leave the ground, everyone leaves in a car and the wind becomes a bit gusty. Suddenly, I find myself starting to float. It's working! I continue to focus, also taking note of the surroundings. The wind starts to carry my off, much like a hot air balloon. As I'm drifting with the wind, I try to ground myself more and think of the next thing I want to do, but I wake up

Bed @ 10:05pm

2:52 am
Flying with vagita
Dreamed I was flying thru a cavern with Vagita. (We recently went to IFLY and that’s what the flying was kinda like except without all the wind.) I would lean to far one way and start to drift off course but then I could swim back to where I was trying to go. I was going slow so he could keep up. Over a hill there was a construction crew. We didn't want the crew to know we can fly so we hid for a sec to decide what to do. Then I decided we would distract them with girls. So I made a bunch of girls appear and we started flying over them.

4:33am
J had some weird model work truck called a tostada. Me and a couple other coworkers rode through a parking lot in the back of it. Me and my boss are walking back together and I tell him that when J gets his regular truck replaced I got dibs. My boss says dibs at the same time.

6:45am
Dreamed something that had to with my sister.

#527 DILD

I am in some church service. I feel so tired and dosing off. I feel I am holding someone’s hand. I think it’s my wife. I open my eyes and see my FIL reaching across my wife and holding my hand. He’s smirking. I remember he’s dead but I think I must be half dreaming. The next thing I know I wake up and the service is over. I still feel out of it and can hardly open my eyes to see where I am going. I see my dead grandmother following me. I know she is dead but again I think I am half dreaming or hallucinating. After a moment, I stop and hug her knowing people must see me hugging someone invisible like she’s a ghost. In the parking lot some people finally notice I am having a hard time and start asking me what’s wrong. I say I don’t know I think maybe I need to see a doctor. I wake up.

Later, I dream that I am running an electrical test on a wire harness from but I am hooking up the washer and dryer at my house somehow. I walk away because I need some alligator clips. I am at work now and I run into Ryan. I get pissed because he’s installed some extra software on the computer and I have no idea what I am looking at. I think about going to IT but I just decide to leave. I wake up.

Some fragment about how I am able to fly and hover easily. It feels natural. Just a thing I can do.

I wake up determined to get lucid as I watch HI. After some time, I notice I am on a skateboard and have stopped to look at a loose bolt on the trucks. I realize I am in a dream and I float away. I fly high in the sky and see some blue sky and clouds but the dream turns mostly dark. I don’t get caught up on the lack of visuals. Instead, I enjoy the physical sensation of flying. At one point it feels like I am swimming super-fast in water. I laugh and deeply enjoy it for as long as it lasts. Suddenly I feel the chemical change in my head. I know I am waking up. I try to hold on. I get a visual of my shoes where I left them in the hallway. I wake up.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Walking a street at night with some people. I am bored to go around a building block and tell all that I am taking a short cut, so I fly over it. I am half-lucid. The rooftop becomes the inside of a castle wall, with grass and trees. The night turns into day and I decide to just have fun with this dream. My shoes drop on the ground and I think "why do I care about all the stuff I am carrying? Just let go". So I drop everything, including clothes and I fly across the trees, feeling the branches, I fly close by the castle walls, having a lot of fun, then I sink into the ground and I get buried in the soil up to my waist. [Then I become more aware and fully lucid and remember to think of my guru, but as I do, I wake up.

Morning of January 3, 2019. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,008-02. Reading time (optimized) 3 min.



My dream self maintains a thread of my conscious self identity in that I remember Zsuzsanna, though no other current factor (such as an awareness I live in Australia) is extant. We are in the King Street mansion (though Zsuzsanna has never been to America). I introduce her to Leonard. They briefly hug. Leonard seems cheerful and glad to see me

The staircase does not appear, so my dream does not vivify as a result. Vestibular system correlation still occurs, as I end up happily flying without effort with Zsuzsanna to a fictitious arcade northeast of the King Street house. [inherited non-linear vestibular system correlation]

In the arcade, which does not have much lighting, the setting eventually vivifies, though Zsuzsanna is no longer present. (Zsuzsanna often serves as an induction simulacrum in one dream and an emerging consciousness simulacrum in another.) I stand in a big electronic game that seemingly combines several other games. It is called “Zombie Wars.” It is like a very sparse and oversized pinball playing field. Facing away to my left and perpendicular to the table I am at, though attached to it, is a pinball machine of regular size. I can control its flippers from where I am even though I cannot see most of its playing field. The game relates to the player being on a quest, but the backstory is unclear. There is an icon displaying a hypodermic needle that holds green fluid. (I vaguely sense that it would result in going deeper into sleep to correctly play the game, but I do not activate it.)

There are also sections to my right. I mostly play around with the controls without any goal in mind. The area is about four times the size of a drafting table, not including the attached pinball machine.

A small device on the upper right has a vertical metal rod that I can guide over an area that represents a map. There is a similar small machine to its right. I continue to play around with the controls. The rod moves around randomly, making a maze-like pattern.

What I mostly enjoy doing for several minutes is making the whole table roll about and shake. [inherited linear vestibular system correlation] The feeling of movement is vivid and pleasing, like being on a ride that is rolling about in all directions. The entire oversized game moves up to two feet in each direction, though it is all random. (No viable gameplay is occurring.) There is presently one other person in the arcade, an unknown male off to my left on the other side of the big room. He is playing a pinball game.

The unknown male owner walks in from behind me, off to my left. I suspect that he is coming to tell us that the arcade is closing, though this turns out to not be the case, as more people come in. (This is a subliminal attempt at left-side-oriented dream state reinduction based on my usual subception of being in the dream state, but which instead triggers RAS.)

The preconscious, as an unfamiliar young blond man of about seventeen, is activated and becomes his typical intrusive self to initiate the waking process. I am still playing around with the controls of the big game. The pinball game that was attached to the left is now more like a video game. It involves small short rockets going down into moon craters as well as shooting lasers at small slowly moving hovering rocks. I score points despite the preconscious chanting gibberish at me in a seemingly sarcastic tone. (Logically, I would not be able to see the screen, as it is facing away from me, but I have two simultaneous viewpoints at this time.)

In my annoyance, I decide to leave, and as a result, there is a subliminal thread of [literal bed space emergence] as I get my hooded sweater. I notice several pairs of my blue jeans strewn about in the room, a subliminal awareness that I do not wear clothes as I sleep. When I go to pick up a pair of my jeans to put on, thinking I will probably leave my other clothes in the arcade, and contemplate flying back to King Street, the waking process initiates as a result.

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Two distinct forms of (inherited) vestibular system correlation being in the same dream is not very common because of the consciousness initiation factor, but this was a long dream with a few different levels of illusory awareness.

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I am inside a vast warehouse with a very high ceiling. It has a sense of isolation, like it is far from much development. It also seems run down; I think part of it is broken down and exposed to the outside. Sand has blown in and blended the indoors and out. Atop towering shelves, product is precariously placed. I think about trying to knock it down by bumping into the shelf, but then think about the real damage that could be done if it fell onto me. The place is so very quiet, emanating silence. I think Melissa is here too. Now, I am outside of the warehouse, rising into the air. I look down and watch everything become smaller as I rise. This compels me to continue rising, and I do so until I am hundreds of feet above the desert dirt below. It’s almost effortless and entirely exhilarating.

Morning of December 27, 2018. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,001-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score (optimized): 70.



At night, I am hovering over an unknown region of the ocean, walking on water at times. A miniaturized dam and its spillway are between two rocky outcrops. In proportion with my erroneous size perception, it only seems about six feet in length and about a foot in width. Despite the presence of the ocean, there is a vague awareness of indoor-outdoor ambiguity. An unknown male is with me.

A sea god, possibly Thaumas, flies down to land atop the dam in a squatting position, on the right of the middle on our side. He appears as an informally dressed slim blond man with a mustache. He pulls a diagonal lever with his teeth, resulting in the water on the opposite side of the dam lowering and vanishing, leaving an expansive floor at the level the ocean’s surface had been. This floor has a break perpendicular to the middle of the dam, implying two sliding doors of enormous size, now closed.

His act annoys me. I affirm the return of the water, saying that no one else will ever be able to change it. The ocean water flows back to where it had been, presumably as deep as previously.

I confidently affirm a sea serpent will rise from the ocean depths to swallow this intrusive male. A Chinese sea dragon, with a head the size of a bus, emerges.

Although rising close to the other male and me, it is not a threat to us. It swallows the sea god and swims away.

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Night of December 26, 2018. Wednesday.

Dream #: 19,000-02. Reading time: 33 sec.



It is late at night. I see no one. I am rapidly flying in a non-corporeal mode very close to the surface of a parking lot, with vivid concurrent awareness of my conscious self identity. It is most likely an association with the area near the La Crosse post office, though a uniquely alternate version. I notice several street lights.

I quickly and effortlessly glide toward a low-set wall of only about a foot high. Instead of phasing through it or stopping, I instantly rise above it upon reaching it and drop down to my original orientation after flying over it.

A male voice speaks as I approach a vacant bus shelter. The voice says, “We have reasons for being here. Our reasons for being here are beyond your capability to understand.”

I am puzzled but unimpressed and soon wake.

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