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    1. Dolls and Skeletons

      by , 09-09-2018 at 10:01 PM
      Dolls and Skeletons

      I remember me talking about dolls with my childhood friend, she showed me what kind of dolls we liked to play with and where in her old room. I was smiling and pointed out that we hadn’t been talking for a couple of years and that it was so nice to talk with such ease. As I kept thinking about it her voice became lower and harder to understand. She was getting smaller with the room and it felt like I was watching her from a camera and just slowly zooming out. The edges were black and soon all I saw was pitch black mass and I got the feeling like I was falling. Suddenly I realized that I had my eyes closed so when I opened them I could easily tell that I was somewhere else.

      I was in a forest. As I walked I noticed that there were other creatures living there. For example a dragon that tried to make me into a toast. It was not fun being in the forest so I ran and got to a desert. I was not really sure why I was in this mysterious place but I ran into a girl that gladly took me to her secret room. She showed me so many different toys that I liked to play with as a kid. She then told me that she kind of wanted me to move in even though she didn’t know me but since I had such a good taste, it was okay. I wanted to go out and for some adventure and ran out to the forest again. And yet again I almost became a toast for the dragon, but this time I did outsmart it somehow. On my way back I noticed that it was getting dark and it went pretty quickly so I begged for some light to scare away scary skeletons. I found my phone and used it as a flashlight before getting back to the girl’s secret room. Back before I had the chance to lock the door behind me two skeletons got in and tried to kills us. The girl was screaming like crazy and had climbed up in her bunker bed. I tried to follow her but one of the skeletons tried to pull me down. I managed to fight them off so they… died?
      Both me and the girl were so happy so we jumped down on the floor and took each others hands and danced with excitement. Suddenly the girl stopped and looked really surprised. I turned around and saw… Darren Chen. I was amazed by the fact that he was standing there in the room with us. I greeted him and told him that I needed to go. He gave me a hug and I hugged him back. He responded by hugging me harder and so did I until he basically squeezed me so hard I couldn’t breath. We were also both laughing like crazy meanwhile doing it. He then picked me up and laid me down while we both were giggling.
      I was about to grab his neck hair to kiss him when I heard a buzzing sound…

      And then I woke up realizing it was my sister sending me texts. URGH!



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      memorable , non-lucid
    2. Meeting Johnny Whitaker (coalescence waking symbolism)

      by , 08-25-2017 at 11:10 AM
      Morning of August 25, 2017. Friday.



      In the first part of my dream, I am mostly in the background (as a secondary character) watching high school students being questioned about drug usage and something to do with playing sports at times when sports are apparently not allowed (or at least relating to how the games are played), though this factor may be distorted as I am not focused on every detail. Apparently, every student in the school is being punished based on the actions and beliefs of only about four students. The events and interview scenes (which sometimes include two or three students) are not that vivid. The most vivid part is in the last segment of my dream, which in actuality is an offset dream that initiates the waking symbolism and also has the perspective of semi-lucidity.

      I am in a mostly featureless room. It begins to have the essence of higher liminal space (closer to waking consciousness). An unusual version of Johnny Whitaker, the actor from “Family Affair”, walks into the room. It seems he is going to be either in an interview or some sort of publicity, perhaps even an acting role. (This is not certain.)

      I recognize him as a celebrity. I call out “Jody!” He smiles and nods but does not move from his location near the doorway.

      I am puzzled by his lack of initiation from my side, due to very vivid memories seemingly being present, but not quite within reach. “Jody!” I yell again.

      His expression changes as if he suddenly gets it. “Buffy!” he yells and runs up to me as we hug. He then steps aside and speaks three phrases that sound like gibberish with a “sudsy” essence (as if gargling and speaking at the same time). However, he then clearly says “How are you?” and nods happily as I wake.



      Although this dream was typical coalescence waking symbolism (fairly common for me since childhood), there are some very eerie underlying layers, especially when looking at recent trends in my dreaming patterns.

      Consider that I have not seen the episode of “Family Affair” that this dream is directly associated with since I was very young. Also, I have not actively thought of Johnny Whitaker or Anissa Jones as in “Family Affair” in many years. Anissa Jones died on August 28, 1976, three days from today’s date. Johnny Whitaker was born December 13, 1959, so is close to my age (though I was born on December 20, 1960).



      As a supplement, I will add details from three recent dreams that utilized coalescence waking symbolism:

      “Socket Repair and my Mother and Classmates” of August 19, 2017. (Preconscious as former schoolmate Sam M and recognized as such).

      “Fixing a Bridge (featuring Dean Norris)” of August 24, 2017. (Preconscious as actor Dean Norris, unrecognized as a celebrity.)

      “Meeting Johnny Whitaker (coalescence waking symbolism)”, this dream entry’s dream, of August 25, 2017 (Preconscious as actor Johnny Whitaker, recognized as such.)

      What is interesting is the one with Sam M, where I absentmindedly (and accidentally) punched him in the face, thinking he was a different former classmate. He then gives medical attention to my other arm (which in real life was cramping up as I slept.) The vividness of this dream was equal to the other two. It also turned out to have prescient threads (as most of my dreams do, but I do not always update them as such). In this case, with no way of me expecting it, he had posted a joke on Facebook within about a day after my dream. It was about a professor asking God directly for “proof of God” and ended with a soldier getting up and punching him, saying that God was busy protecting soldiers so he was sent. There is much more, but this entry is long enough.


    3. Changing the Lion of Coalescence into my Wife Zsuzsanna

      by , 12-03-2016 at 06:03 PM
      Morning of December 3, 2016. Saturday.



      In the hour before dawn, I find myself in an unfamiliar setting. It is a parking lot of which may be that of a restaurant. A 1969 bronze green Land Rover Series IIA Station Wagon is the only vehicle present in the semi-darkness. Areas beyond the parking lot and building remain indiscernible.

      Two unknown Caucasian males of about forty, wearing sage safari jackets, are attempting to coax two male lions into the back of their Land Rover. My dream self does not consider how foolhardy or unlikely this is, including the probable lack of space for the lions inside their vehicle. I do not feel threatened by the presence of the lions.

      Over time, one of the men somehow manages to get one of the lions into the Land Rover and onto the back seat. A short time passes and I no longer see the man. The other lion is eventually behind the Land Rover. I begin to get the impression that a lion will swallow the remaining man, which may have been the fate of the other man. I begin to feel somewhat wary but not in immediate danger. The other man is standing near the back of the Land Rover and I am viewing the scene from the front of the Land Rover, to its right side.

      Just as the lion that is still outside the Land Rover seems to consider perhaps killing or swallowing the man, non-lucid dream control begins…

      The male lion transforms into my wife Zsuzsanna. She is wearing a long white flowing gown. The man seems to disappear as Zsuzsanna approaches me to give me a hug. Joyful coalescence is the waking factor.



      My dream is clearly explained here in a more detailed resupplementation (rewritten on Friday, 22 June 2018):

      The outcome of this dream is that the reticular activating system modulation factor (the lion) transforms into the emergent consciousness factor (my wife Zsuzsanna) because of non-lucid dream control (because of my advanced understanding of the dream state since early childhood). A lion’s essence in the dream state is an autosymbolic composite of two factors. The main factor is coalescence. (This means that I see a lion as having the potential to swallow my illusory dream self back into whole consciousness). The lesser factor, as with a domestic cat, is being “witness” to the dream state and the nature of liminal space. You will see the same autosymbolic processing factors in hundreds of my online entries, but always unique.

      The parking lot setting is a common form of autosymbolism for a specific level of consciousness during the waking transition as a result of subliminal association with the physical body being inactive while asleep. (In contrast, moving vehicles represent a liminal awareness of vestibular system correlation concerning the physical body while asleep.) The Land Rover is an autosymbolic association with my physical body, as most singular vehicles are in dreams. Ultimately, the parking lot’s autosymbolic nature lacks the more defined anticipatory factor of the waking process and suggests a subliminal desire for returning to deeper sleep (and as such, serves as ultradian rhythm autosymbolism).



      These are the layered causes of this dream:

      The television series “Daktari”, which originally aired from 1966 to 1969.

      Clarence, the Cross-Eyed Lion, from the aforementioned “Daktari” series. (I was sometimes called “Clarence, the Cross-Eyed Lion” in elementary school. This was solely because my middle name is Clarence.)

      Early childhood dreams of my dream girl in a flowing white gown, originally influenced by “Isle of the Dead”, a 1945 Boris Karloff horror film, certain scenes of which fascinated me in a romantic sense, rather than frightening me, at age four.

      Erin Moran, as in the aforementioned “Daktari” series, resembled my real-life schoolmate, friend, and neighbor, Brenda. My first known euphoric waking transition, also the result of a hug, featured Brenda in the final scene. This astounded me and, because I was only eight at the time, I did not know what it was biologically until a few years later. Brenda was also validated as the prescient stand-in for my wife Zsuzsanna when my dream girl was not more efficiently rendered (that is, looking and sounding exactly like Zsuzsanna before we knew of each other in waking life).

      “The Sleeping Gypsy”, an 1897 oil painting by French Naïve artist Henri Rousseau. Rousseau described his painting as follows: “A wandering Negress, a mandolin player, lies with her jar beside her (a vase with drinking water), overcome by fatigue in a deep sleep. A lion chances to pass by, picks up her scent yet does not devour her. There is a moonlight effect, very poetic.”



      In decoding my dream, the autosymbolic dreaming and waking processes reveal the following sequence: Brief contemplation of “Daktari”, my childhood dream of hugging Brenda, subliminal awareness of being asleep, emerging awareness of my conscious self identity and that I am sleeping with Zsuzsanna, liminal recall of “The Sleeping Gypsy” mixed with romantic non-lucid dream modulation related to “Isle of the Dead” (and its analogy to being in the dream state), liminal perception of my wife as a “sleeping gypsy” (as she is Hungarian Romani), and finally, transmutation of the lion of coalescence (being “swallowed” into waking consciousness) to euphoric coalescence (being hugged, which is a more positive analogy of being “swallowed”), which is otherwise of the same autosymbolic foundation.


      Updated 06-26-2018 at 10:21 AM by 1390

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      non-lucid
    4. [08-06-2016]

      by , 06-08-2016 at 02:26 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      It was an early, spring afternoon. I entered a crowded bus and took a seat. My seat was turned so that I was sitting face-front to all other passengers. There were mostly teenagers inside, driving towards their school. There was my sister too, she made some kind of a photo with her phone and passed it to her pals in the bus. It seemed really funny to people that seen it, I saw only a white screen of her phone. Finally we reached the school and I went out. It was dark inside, lights were turned off. I was wandering the corridors. They were a twisted maze of rooms - I got inside through normal entrance, then went through a wooden section into some kind of castle, to a laboratory and then I found myself in my living room. There was my friends cousin, sitting on a sofa and playing computer games.

      I decided to explore the laboratory, so I went back through door. I found myself in a huge scientific research complex. My clothes changed - I was wearing a white shirt, black trousers and blue jacket. I was at the entrance, which was a vertically triangular room with glass panes for walls. It was a sunny, warm day, I could see a sea through the windows. Something told me to go left to a corridoor and then to a room on the left. I entered it, it had blue tiled walls and a big aquarium built in a wall. There was a woman standing there. She had straight, arms-lenght, pale blonde hair, blue eyes and a pretty face. She was wearing a formal suit - white shirt and black skirt. Overally, she was a really attractive person. It seemed that she was waiting for me and I felt that she was someone really important for me, I was in love with her. Something told me, that she was my wife.
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    5. 10/1/15 - Naekkeo Haja!

      by , 10-01-2015 at 11:17 AM
      I'm standing on a wide staircase that's outside in someone's backyard. I'm standing in the center of it. Above me are a group of people gathering together and I'm sure they are talking about me and laughing at me. A couple members of my family are a part of the group. I'm annoyed but not quite mad enough to yell at them or doing anything about it. I think, “screw them!” I turn around quickly and look below me. At the bottom of the staircase is Hoya. I look down at him and he looks up at me. We both smile widely at each other and while looking at him, I scream at the top of my lungs, “ THREE - TWO - ONE!” He immediately yells back, “NAEKKEO HAJA!” We then run to each other , hugging and laughing as we sing the whole of "Naekkeo Haja" as loud as we can.
    6. Goddess on Loomis Street (lucid but changing)

      by , 10-13-2014 at 04:13 PM
      Morning of October 13, 2014. Monday.



      There were (among other dreams on this date) three dreams that slightly ran into each other. The last one was extraordinarily lucid, of the type of apex lucidity I do not usually post online, though there is a humorous side here. I enter the state somewhat slowly, being aware of the various environmental features which come into focus and which I know are solely in-dream (which is typical of this state since earliest memory). Finally, when I am in the full-body state, having arrived, so to speak, I notice it is a version of my sister Marilyn’s house, being similar to her living room. This was probably residue from the previous longer dream (which was non-lucid). Within a short time, with no need to mentally will a scenario, a goddess-like girl appears, seemingly a younger version of my wife but dressed somewhat atypically. (The Loomis Street house is where I was staying when she first wrote to me in 1991.) I am fascinated with the realism and reach out for a full embrace. She seemed to have walked from around a corner, although technically there was no corner and it was more like walking from behind an invisible prism of human height. I am amazed by the clarity and the beauty of the imagery. However, I am also aware of environmental noises at times (in the real environment as I am sleeping).

      I decide to leave the dream state to make sure my real body is in a comfortable position. However, when I “wake”, I do not notice right off that I have had a false awakening into another dream (though I am not lucid now) and in much the same environment. Eventually, I do come to realize that I went into a less vivid dream rather than really waking up, which seriously annoys me, so then I do wake up.

      Previously, my earlier dream was a typical “search” type where I just look for old documents and such. I had wanted my mother’s old letters to my sister to do more research on my life that I had not documented myself, as she wrote quite often to Marilyn from mid-1967 to mid-1978. However, after my sister died in real life it was the typical fiasco where one person (not even a relative, but a supposed “friend” of hers) decides to throw everything out with no consideration for anyone else in the family or even attempting to communicate with anyone. In my dream, though, I actually see a younger version of my sister walking to one of her dressers and she seems slightly confused by how everything has been put into bundles, with almost everything in her house in stacks (including clothes, books, personal documents, and so on). I do manage to find some letters, which I believe are the ones I want. There is also a scene where a box has been put aside with certain things wrapped for my oldest daughter. There are many manila envelopes in the front room that seem sealed, some apparently related to comic books I had made for her (far more than in reality).

      In another dream, I am seeing most of humanity as a different “species” than myself, which is no surprise. People, that is human beings, start out as some sort of chimpanzee-like being and as they grow older, they turn into a creature that resembles a baby elephant. This is possibly a play on how “apocalyptic” elephants came from representing my childhood fear (pachydermophobia developed out of real-life events) to representing people falsely promoting soon-upcoming worst-case scenarios (doomsday or judgement “trumpeting”).
    7. Two Tasks of the Month: Hugging and Punching the Pres.

      by , 07-15-2013 at 06:43 PM
      I just completed a couple of the Tasks of the Month.

      The dream starts and ends fuzzy, but I do remember the lucid part in the middle.

      I was at my grandparents' home (This home shows up more than any other home in my dreams. I also dream about my childhood house. But I never ever dream about my current home).

      I saw a group of girls standing on the neighbors' driveway. I went up to them. One of them recognized me. And smiled and called me to come join them. At the same time I recognized her as my childhood friend Jenny. I don't remember what happened next, but I was suddenly floating for them. I had wanted to show off my ability.

      I think lucidity hit me at this point. But I don't remember how I got in the building that I found myself in next when I decided to do the Tasks.

      My first thought was that I needed to find a volcano, but seeing that I was in a building, I decided I needed to do one that didn't require a huge change of scenery. I had to think for a moment. I had only read over the tasks once at the beginning of the month and I hadn't thought about them like I normally do at the time I do a WBTB. Then two popped into my head. I needed to hug someone then punch President Obama.

      The building I was in was very large and ornate. There were official people walking around me. I looked to see if I could see Obama, but he was no where to be seen. But I had an idea. I would hug the next guy I saw and after I hugged them they would be transformed into the president.


      So I did just that. I ran to a random guy and pulled him to me and hugged him. The guy just stood and let me. When I stepped back, sure enough, there was Pres Obama with a completely blank look on his face. Obviously the hug didn't do anything for him. I wondered if a punch in the face would. I have never punched anyone in the face in real life before, but I figured it couldn't be too hard since this was a dream. So I pulled back my fist a bit and swung it right into his face. I was glad that the impact didn't hurt my fist. I was also a little glad that Obama still had that blank look on his face. But then I heard all the security guys coming. I took off flying. The building as a maze. I couldn't find a way out, and everywhere I turned I saw guys with guns.


      I was getting nervous. But I knew I was dreaming, so I should have control. An idea came to me. I would just make myself grow and break out of the building. So I did. I got bigger and as I did I pushed through the walls and made a big mess of the building. I finally stepped out and onto the street. I looked back and was a little horrified to see the beautiful building completely destroyed in one corner.



      This is where I must have lost lucidty. Because I remember flying around and meeting with this guy that was supposed to be my dad and we were trying to get away from an alien invasion.


      Fragments I remember: Reading a letter he had written that had to do with space ships that could help us escape.

      Flying up to a building that had a balcony with a pond on it and me landing by the pond and looking in.
    8. Emotional LD with my deceased Dad and Grandpa

      by , 07-06-2013 at 04:48 PM
      7-7-10

      Lucid Dream from a couple of nights ago:

      I don't remember a lot from this dream. At one point I was doing the thing I do a lot in dreams where I fall backwards from standing position and catch myself before I hit the ground and go back up to standing position. I really love to do this in dreams. It feels really good and it seems so natural to be able to do this that sometimes I don't realize that I am in a dream.

      However this time I did realize that I was in a dream after doing that for a while. Sometimes even after I know I'm in a dream it takes a while to really sink in. So I thought about the fact that this was a dream as I fell backwards a few more times. But then I realized that I could do whatever I wanted.

      I flew up, but then I saw my grandpa. He has been dead for a while and I felt really happy to get a chance to see him again. So I went up to him and started to hug him. Hugging him made me think of my dad who is also dead.

      I don't remember if I made my dad appear, or if he just automatically appeared by thinking about him. But there he was. I went up to him and put my arms around his neck and held him close and put my cheek against his.

      Suddenly I was overwhelmed by emotion and I started sobbing and sobbing and I couldn't stop.

      I finally woke up.
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      lucid
    9. Legolas is Megan Fox and Apparently I'm a Hobbit

      by , 06-25-2013 at 03:27 PM
      I've been trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to incubate a Loki dream for a while now. I thought I'd try something different for a change... working WITH my Subconscious, which seems to have very different tastes than I do. For many years, I had a certain semi-annual erotic dream about Orlando Bloom...even though I'm not really (consciously) into the guy.

      So, I wanted to see if I'd be more successful incubating a Legolas dream. To do this, I've decided to watch the LOTR movies over a course of three evenings -- last night I watched the Two Towers -- while telling myself, every time Legolas comes on-screen, that I'll dream about him. Here's the first result:

      Bedtime: 11:50
      WBTB: 5:00 (failed)
      Aids: B-complex
      Recall: Low
      Vividness: Low
      Lucidity: None
      Awesome Factor: Low

      Legolas was hugging me (to celebrate our relationship), but throughout some of it he was Megan Fox. I only reached up to his/her waist, and we laughed about that. Secretly, though, I was devastated that it couldn't possibly work, as I was just too damn short! I wondered if I could grow taller if I focused on it.

      (Not sure if this is the same dream) We were on board some kind of ship. Water was leaking through, but it was supposedly being controlled by some contraption (that wouldn't, or at least I didn't believe would work for long). I saw an image of water rushing through this thing. The water was very clear. I think Legolas might have been in this dream, hence my suspicion that it's another fragment of the above.

      Updated 06-25-2013 at 03:32 PM by 63380

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      non-lucid