Date of Dream: SUN 23 JUL - 2017 Dream No. 159 - Adventuring In Abandoned Lands The dream started off with me at home on Easter Sunday, where I was going on an Easter egg hunt around the house. I then started placing eggs around my brother's bedroom and would find them later, afterwards going upstairs and seeing the cat go crazy. She walked towards my bedroom and just stood in the doorway, looking at me with her eyes wide open and a face like she was teasing me. I yelled out from the far end of the house, “Shoo!” and she went running out as fast as lightning. She was in another room but the family wanted her outside, so when she came into the front room where I was, I picked up a plastic bag next to the couch and waved it at her. This really startled the cat and she ran out the back door, never to be seen again. My mum was relieved as she could now prepare to continue for Easter lunch. The phone started to ring and my mum got mad because she thought it was a sales person calling on Easter Sunday. It just turned out to be a stranger that called the wrong number and said to my mum that he wanted his choc chip cookies. My mum ended up inviting him over for lunch but he said that if he was coming at all, he would come on Monday. I said to my mum that it was okay because we would still have leftovers for him to eat. The dream then skipped to me walking down this random path, still thinking about the cookie guy that called. Another stranger, a woman, appeared beside me and we turned left to walk across the farmland that was closed off to the main track... I had to explain to her that these farmland paddocks were closed off. As we continued walking towards the swamp and then the lake, others started to slowly appear and join us. Eventually, I felt this familiar, unique, warm energy which made me come to the realisation that Dreamy WB was walking with us but then I couldn't see her, she was invisible to everyone including me. At one point on the walk, the group reached a small town and there were all these shops there. I thought we were going to stop there to take a break but we didn't and rather continued into the forest. I was at the back of the public toilet shelter when Dreamy WB became visible and pulled me aside to show me something. She had her hair more straight and tied into a pony tail, wearing all black sports clothes. She pointed to this bush that had these miniature plain donuts, the size of hair ties, growing on it that were coated in sugar crystals... She tasted one and then she told me taste one. Those donuts were the most delicious things I had ever tasted and I told her I wanted to pick some so I could take them home. Then there were some donuts appearing in the colours of pink, yellow and blue, all in the neon spectrum. I didn't pick many donuts before she told me to hurry up or we would lose the others. So in a rush, I picked a really big handful and scuttled off with her. We were trailing behind the other people who were way ahead in the distance. I then woke up. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Updated 07-27-2017 at 12:34 PM by 93119
Date of Dream: FRI 14 JUL - 2017 Dream No. 153 - I Want To Go Out With Mum I remember starting off the dream at some arcade place at Knox City Shopping Centre, I forgot what specifically happened though. The dream made it so dad, my brother, Tito from SML, and I were going into the cinemas but then I never had the intention of going. So the dream split us in half, dad and my brother went in and Tito and I didn't... Instead, Tito walked off somewhere, never to be seen again. After I was done in the bathrooms, I wanted to try and find my mum. When I did find her, she was in a normal mood but then her face was absolutely red. I said to her that I really wanted to go out with her but then she said she wasn't in the mood. I don't remember if anything else happened in this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Morning of July 15, 2017. Saturday. My dream starts out on the porch of the Barolin Street house (our previous home of where we have not lived since 2008). This is atypical, as the porch setting, though representing liminal space, is linked to the induction stage rather than the waking transition. As such, it begins to rain (water induction, my most common type, as water symbolizes the real-time dynamics of sleep). I enjoy its essence but I then realize that there are several small stacks of comic books in the north side yard, probably only four or five comic books in each of about nine stacks. Many seem to be Harvey comic books, such as “Casper the Friendly Ghost”. They are arranged in mostly an equidistant pattern (of about six inches apart to each direction) on a very low-set table or thin plywood platform. Zsuzsanna is with me. I realize that I have to run and get them so that they are not ruined. When I go out into the rain, I feel very good, even though I have to act quickly. Curiously, the books show no signs of getting wet as I gather them. After I take them onto our porch, my dream changes, and there are far less threads of my conscious self identity present. I now seem to be about eighteen years old or younger. My mother is still alive (and I have absolutely no recall of her having died in 2002). Strangely, even though my brother Earl did not die until November 29, 2007, I perceive him (via a false memory and false backstory) as having died when I was a teenager. (Therefore, my mother being alive in my dream and Earl being deceased is a typical error that dreams make all the time.) The setting is very sparse in detail and so undefined, there is no discernment of whether it is indoors or outdoors or the typical ambiguous combination that my dream self somehow always perceptually resolves. This “impossible” thinking pattern is not viable when I am fully conscious, and remains a distortion native to the dream state only (though I really cannot understand how this could work despite critical thinking skills not existing in most non-lucid dream types). My mother is present at times, including the very last scene. I mostly look at various Matchbox Cars. These are ones my brother Earl supposedly owned while living in Cubitis. (Although I still continuously have dreams based on variations of Cubitis, where I have not lived since the summer of 1978, dreaming of Earl’s house in Cubitis, which was only a few houses south of us, is quite rare.) Earl is present in some sort of ghost form, but otherwise appears to be normal, as he was in perhaps the late 1960s. He only looks on at my activities at times. Yet another error in this dream is that I see Earl as being married to his third wife Cindy in this time period (and she is “still” living in his Cubitis house) rather than his first wife Beverly (and in fact, I have no awareness of him being married to anyone else). His ghost form seems to be a natural result of dying; that is, people die, and then they exist as visible “ghosts”, set apart from the physical world, but otherwise just as they were when alive. I open a long rectangular cardboard box that is a racing set based on Matchbox Cars. There is a blue racing car that I look at for a short time. I do not think Earl will be angry as I look at his collection. In the last scene, my mother is nearby. I play around with two blue Matchbox Car pickup trucks that are identical except for the position of the wings of the oversized white chicken sitting in each pickup truck bed. I get the impression it might be meant to be an advertising gimmick (possibly for KFC). One chicken’s wings are out and horizontal while the other’s wings are down and against its body. The chickens also rotate to spin around the pickup truck bed, and I start spinning them prior to waking. Although this non-lucid dream is extraordinarily easy to decode the native meaning of as most of my non-lucid dreams are, I will presently only focus on the last amusing segment. Chickens are birds that cannot fly very well, so are a typical example of “failed flight” (a form of “return flight”) waking symbolism. This is not negative and has nothing to do with conscious self “issues” as “dream interpreters” (not a real concept) seem to like to pretend via the Barnum effect. Waking symbolism as such is an indicator of the anticipatory (though subliminal) nature of hypnopompia, which is a biological process. As a result, bird and airplane symbolism (and flying in general) has been extremely common in my dreams since earliest memory, for over fifty years, continuously occurring in over one in five dreams in the tens of thousands I have studied. In this one, there is even an obvious dream sign play, the pickup truck BED, an indicator of being in the dream state, even more so with the oversized chickens on them. Pairs of birds (of various species) have occurred in a number of my dreams. They represent, in most cases, Zsuzsanna and I sleeping together. They are different in their wing status (and in different pickup trucks) in this case due to Zsuzsanna and I being in different levels of sleep (in real time). My mother as my emergent consciousness is likely a vague association with Zsuzsanna prior to waking (as she is a mother to our children). Beds (sometimes in unusual locations) as real-time dream state indicators are also common in Zsuzsanna’s dreams.
Updated 07-15-2017 at 09:00 AM by 1390
Morning of July 14, 2017. Friday. I am in an unknown residence that has a lot of rooms of which are filled with junk that I plan to get rid of. The first setting seems to be a basement (or like a basement), yet is seemingly not underground, though it seems to have a dirt floor at times. There are large long shelves in a number of locations. Much of the junk seems to be parts of picture frames, nails, and documents I no longer need or want. In one scene, I seem to be in the northernmost (northeast) room of the King Street boarding house, where I have not lived (in reality) in over twenty-five years. The bed is aligned lengthways along the west wall, head to the north (an orientation never utilized in reality). For the first time ever in a dream, my mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is associated with the King Street boarding house as living there in my dream. (Although my wife Zsuzsanna and I have been together in many dreams since we met in reality, including as implied to be living in the King Street boarding house even though she has never been to America, I find it astounding upon realizing my mother had never been in this dream setting as far as I presently know.) I had found an outfit (combined sweater and pants) for my youngest daughter and had brought it into the room. My mother seems angry that someone else had apparently thrown it out but is glad that I had retrieved it for use for my daughter’s benefit. Later, there seem to be a number of other (unknown) people going through the miscellaneous junk. The actor John Larroquette (as he appeared in the television series “Night Court”) makes an appearance in the final segment. It is mentioned how no one wants most of what is presently sitting about in the large basement-like room. “In that case, I’ll take these portraits,” he says, picking up two large slightly damaged portraits of himself (which may have originally been left there either by him or someone else). Our daughter was somewhat restless this morning. Her clothes appearing in my dream without her was a possible indicator of her being awake while we were sleeping. My mother seems to be the precursor of my emergent consciousness in this case even though my dream self did not recall that she had died in 2002. I believe that a dream of cleaning or getting rid of junk is sometimes biological symbolism relating to cellular processes in real time, possibly including a need to get up and use the bathroom. The final dream event features coalescence waking symbolism (projected, neutral preconscious). This stems from an analogy with coalescence meditation, of where viewing infinite selves by looking into a mirror on each side is metaphorically resolved as internal unification by then looking forward into the mirror reflecting the one self (in whole consciousness).
Date of Dream: SAT 8 JUL - 2017 Dream No. 149 - Outfit Dramas I remember I was on a holiday somewhere with my family and I would always find myself wearing the same outfit. I remember the outfit behind a light blue top with a short green cardigan, black shorts and white sneakers. My grandma was running these safari tours and so I ended helping her and these other random staff members out. I soon went in the house and told my mum that I was tired of wearing the same outfit. I changed into something all pink, except for the light blue top which stayed the same. My mum then suggested that I wear something all black but I told her I didn't want to look like I was going to a funeral... Then my mum sighed and walked away. I looked at my brother who was in the room but he gave no reaction. I get scared that I offended my mum and so I went to my bedroom, got out my phone and got up and image of Dreamy WB to confide in it. I don't remember anything else that happened in the dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Date of Dream: WED 5 JUL - 2017 Dream No. 147 - Say No To Depression The first scene showed me in this Minecraft simulation, I was actually in the world of Minecraft! There I saw Cortex as well but don't remember exactly what he was doing. What I do remember is that I let people stay in my house that I had built. The dream then skipped to me and my dad who were the cast members for the current series of this TV show which apparently, the director said, was going to be 30 episodes in this series. The objective was for me and my dad each to come up with 3 new tactics to remember things... Each week, it would alternate between us... So one week it would be me and then the other week it would be him, it's like we were almost in competition with each other. I originally thought that my dad and I were actually going to appear on the show but instead, we had to speak to a script and it was going to be incorporated into an animated cartoon of some sort. I do remember one of the scripts. My dad started off by saying “drag me” and then I said “clean me” and then he said something else and again, I said “clean me”. I came up with this tactic on how to remember how many metres in 4 kms, it was so witty but I've completely forgotten it! Eventually, my mum and brother got involved in the show as well. Then the dream scene was at Waverley Gardens shopping centre, in the Reject Shop. There was this old lady that kept following me around and I didn't like it. The old lady only left me alone when I had found my family members at the end of the aisles. Something then slipped out of my mouth that I was buying something for LB and that's when my mum gave me a death-like stare. I quickly covered that statement up by saying something like “oh no, I said I was actually getting that for myself”. The dream then skipped over to a random parking lot. Nearby, my brother approached me and he was really upset. He said he had to see the boss of the TV program in person and that's not a good thing. Then when he left, this car pulled up and out got this boy called James, apparently Ms A was his mum. We are on top, in the parking lot, when he tells me things like how he hates his life and how is really considering going into all these drugs. All of a sudden I start crying and begging James not to do these things. I remember saying something like “there's the pain you're in now but what about the pain that others will be in when you're not here?”. Someone was coming and so I hurries James out of the parking lot. I then woke up. Dream Trophies Achieved: - Chilling Out (Have conversations with 3 DCs) >> Spoke with NNs mum at their front door about calling NN for the pencil (Dream No. 131) >> Spoke with EL, NBr and WB about looking for Dreamy WB (Dream No. 142) >> Tried to talk James out of taking drugs and committing suicide (Dream No. 147)
Date of Dream: MON 26 JUN - 2017 Dream No. 141 - Separated Sections Dream 141 A - Singing Makes Friends Become Fans I forgot what happened at the very start of the dream. From the point where I do remember, I was asking for this random choir to be assembled. I eventually found out that they were having a rehearsal in my driveway. My friend JO was taking them and was getting them to listen to the song Panis Angelicus over and over again so they would no how to sing it. Eventually I came and took over the rehearsal. At first, I was going to ask them sing it but then I ended up singing it with them. Barely any of them were putting effort into the singing and instead, slowly left, one by one until there was no one left. Then the screen showed up in the sky again, the one where I go on Facebook. I was chatting and I said something which I forgot. WB then ended up replying “that's where Karla gets all her fans from <3 <3 <3”. HL then added “No she doesn't have fans, only family and friends”. Then I answer in chat “Actually, WB's right...” I forgot the end of that sentence. Then WB said something else but I've forgotten that too. Once the sky screen disappeared, I took a walk up the hill and there I saw HL standing on some balcony, looking lifeless. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream 141 B - The Lazy Day This dream took place in my old house. My mum and I were in the dining room, talking about our plans for the day. My mum said she didn't want to go to Dandenong Plaza. I asked her why and she generally said that she was just too tired to go but I interpreted that as “she couldn't be bothered”. For some reason, I kept convincing her to go and so she eventually says to me, “are you planning a get together?”. I answered “no, if anything, I was only going to walk past today”. So then she caved in and said okay to going. I don't remember anything else about this dream. Dream 141 C - Dream Guide In Peril My mum and were at Dandenong Plaza and were just on level 2 after having Subway. We were planning to go up to level 3 to get the henna but then my mum goes missing for some unknown reason. I started freaking out and begging to have my calls for help answered by Dreamy WB. Eventually, this little girl comes toddling along. It was in fact Dreamy WB but she looked like only a little 8 year old with these buck teeth and an adorable look overall. Not much happened before I didn't see her around either. At first, I thought she just vanished to help me invisibly but then that thought was soon replaced with the horrifying fact that she had gone missing too. Eventually, this boy appeared to help me that looked like he was around my age. He was tall, had spiky, white-washed blonde hair and was wearing a black coat... His name was Noah and he was claiming to be my boyfriend (in real life, I don't have a boyfriend) and replacement dream guide... He came to help me look for Dreamy WB. Every time I said something in a panic, he would always put his arm around me and say that everything would be okay. We eventually went to see if Dreamy WB was anywhere on level 3 but she wasn't. I then lead Noah to this emergency exit area, like these tight corridors leading to a fire door. At one point, there was a lift in the corridor network and so I told Noah to turn back and that we were taking an alternate route. When I finally found the way outside, a bad feeling hit me, almost like I knew that my mum and Dreamy WB were definitely in some despicable danger and I was going to be kidnapped soon. There was this unknown male voice saying to me, “You see? The lesson is never to leave the plaza”. I then woke up. Dream 141 D - Chaos At The Glen My mum and I were planning to go shopping at The Glen. The main entrance to the carpark we usually go in was shut due to renovations of the shopping centre. My mum said there was another way we could get into the carpark. So she asked me to drive around the back and enter from supposedly Highbury Road. The road I was driving on was skinny and perhaps only a one way road, which we were driving the correct way which was a relief. Eventually, we had come across a thickly wired fence which was stopping us from going any further. I ended up sticking my hand out the window and successfully picking the lock with just my fingers. I then woke up. Dream Trophies Achieved: - My Best Friend (Interact with any Dream Guide) >> Worked with Noah to try and find the missing DCs. - Call The Babysitter (Successfully summon Dreamy WB) >> Called Dreamy WB in distress, who came toddling up to me in the form of some small child. - You Must Be Kidding Me (Experience something in real life after having a dream about it) >> The main intention of events in the dream were eating Subway and buying henna... Did exactly that during the day today (writing this journal entry at night time). This dream was a real booster for those dream trophies. From now on, as well as writing down what the dream trophy is, I may write a sentence or two on how I think I achieved it. Also. Usually, the most dreams I've ever remembered in one night is 3 (So I've only been able to go up to C) but then I've smashed a world record here and have written down 4 (Up to D in my ordering system)! I wrote 2 dreams at 8:30 AM and then I fell back asleep after that and had 2 more, writing them down at my usual get up time, 10:30 AM.
Morning of June 26, 2017. Monday. I am back on Loomis Street (where I have not been since February 9th of 1994 in reality) within a typically distorted dream-self identity of not being with viable memory beyond that of my eighteen-year-old self. I am in the living room of the Loomis Street house. There had been details that the world will be having strange weather, which has something to do with the sun. At first, my dream seems to be based on only unusual weather approaching, but not that threatening. However, the concept changes, becoming far more dramatic, before my dream ends. My mother is alive and seemingly well and in the west bedroom of the Loomis Street house. I have no memory of her passing in 2002. It seems to be afternoon. I am in a state where I decide to play around with the world itself by spinning the entire atmosphere, clouds and all, as fast as possible. That is, rather than causing Earth to spin faster or to slow down, it remains at its present rotation as I spin the sky around, north to south. The clouds are white and fluffy against a bright blue sky. The realism is extraordinary as I look out through the porch windows and watch the clouds dart across the sky as I willfully spin the atmosphere. I am doing this to show a few other (unknown) people what might soon be happening naturally due to the celestial events. This goes on for several minutes. Eventually, the celestial changes come and the sky changes. Very unusual clouds appear in the sky. I sense people’s fear while not feeling threatened myself. For a time, the sky looks much like an analogue television screen that is not fully on the channel. That is, there are diagonal lines and flickering bars across the sky. There is one very loud thunderclap. Looking at the sky again, it resembles an empty multicolored spreadsheet, with each cell randomly billowing downwards slightly, the whole expanse with somewhat of a wavering effect. I know I should see my mother. She sits in her bed in her room and seems upset, saying how it is “the end of the world”. I do not feel any sense of fear or even concern for humanity. I calmly accept the fate of the world and of myself. It is obvious that this dream utilizes liminal dream control and originates mainly from my current conscious self identity and understanding of the dream state (virtuous circle effect) than anywhere else (even though I have no memory beyond my late teenage years while still within my dream). That is, I know I am creating my dream, and yet my dream self identity is not aware of this at a viable level. It partly comes from having looked at a childhood dream from 1971, that was in turn, based on having seen the movie “Crack in the World”, the childhood dream association of which also influenced at least one other dream of this date. The evidence is not only obvious, but continuous on different levels. Firstly, I am able to spin the entire sky with no effort. Secondly, the sky then becomes like a television display not being on the channel. This is direct evidence that I view the sky as something I can willfully change as if with a television remote and that my thoughts are still based around liminal dream awareness. Then, the next stage utilizes an emergent focus on critical thinking skills (which do not viably exist in the dream state) when the sky then becomes like a multicolored spreadsheet, as if waiting for my conscious thinking skills to ascend and fill it with organized data. This same focus makes me subliminally aware of the waking symbolism - that is, dream state cessation as an “end of the world” metaphor (which has been a common form of waking symbolism since early childhood). (Why would dream cessation symbolism relate to the conscious self in a negative context? This is the ridiculous mistake I have seen people continuously make all my life with so-called interpretation, which I learned to dismiss at a very early age in light of truth.) The fact that my dream self has no fear of this supposed end of the world is more evidence of liminal dream awareness and potential control being a major factor. Why should I care if my dream ends? It is a perfectly natural event. Even more obvious is the “return to bed” metaphor (yet another subliminal thread of acknowledgement of being asleep in reality), even though, in this case, it is typically distorted to a different time and characterization. The real puzzle still remains. What determines the status of my dream self (regarding altered age and time distortion factors)? What determines when and where any precognitive threads (or “input” from the collective unconscious or the Source) dominate the patterns?
Updated 05-14-2018 at 06:45 PM by 1390
Date of Dream: FRI 16 JUN - 2017 Dream No. 134 - Separated Sections Dream 134 A - You're Not Going Anywhere I remember I was with my mum at grandma at Parkmore Shopping Centre, although it looked nothing like Parkmore in the dream. It rather looked like some deserted country area with only a small mall for shopping. It wasn't long before we were driving down the road towards home. When we were home, my parents were angry at me for something but I forgot what for specifically. My mum and dad threatened that I was not going to go out with them later. Time had past and they said I could go out with them and so the dream generated an outfit for me. It was a navy blue dress with green polka dots as well as bright green sandals. All I can remember now is that I was outdoors somewhere with my mum, dad and brother... Nothing else. Dream 134 B - Muddy Matters The first part of the dream is blurry to me. I do remember that my dad's friend EW and his wife JW were holding some sort of party that my family were invited to. I do not remember what we did at the start but I rather the remember the end of the dream. To get to this party, I realised we had to go below the muddy water that had flooded the dreamscape. At first, I was hesitant... I thought I would possibly drown and die. Eventually, I did go under water and found myself self teleported to another realm of similar appearance to the last one. We still weren't at the location of the party though. Apparently we had to enter the inside of this huge non-see through cloud and that's where all the action was happening... It was like someone's massive concert in the city. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Updated 06-16-2017 at 12:58 PM by 93119
2017, 06-14 A Song of Healing I am at a mall with my mother. It’s similar to a mall in my local area, but not exact. I know I have been to this mall before, however, in previous dreams. No thought that I might be dreaming occurs to me now. My mom and I are going into a clothing store and looking for some new clothes for me for work. I look around but I can’t find anything I like that will actually fit me. So we leave and head for the theater at the mall where there is a live performance of Harry Potter, and the author J.K. Rowling is even going to be in attendance for this presentation. We go to the theater and wait in line to go inside. Once inside I see J.K. Rowling surrounded by people asking for her autograph. I also see someone I don’t want to see… so instead of waiting to try to get J.K. Rowling’s autograph I pull my mom into the theater to get a good seat, or that’s the reason I give her for my hurry. In the theater there are already quite a few people seated so my mom and I pick a spot. I look around and see quite a few people with popcorn and I think that would be good, but the person after me knows my mom and might see her if she goes for popcorn so I say I don’t want any when she asks. People keep coming into the theater and I watch carefully to see if the man outside is coming in. I don’t see him. I look to the front of the theater and I see a different man looking at me. He clearly recognizes me. And somehow I know he works for the man who is looking for me. I look to my mom but she is gone. Another man comes over and says to remain calm. He says he’s a friend and will make sure I get out of here safely. He gives a dirty look at the man up front who is watching me. The man beside me looks under my seat and finds poison darts. He asks the man watching us what the poison would do to me. He says it would land me in the emergency room. I say it would be lethal if I drank all four of them. The man beside me says no, don’t talk like that. Another man, a fat man in an oversized t-shirt, comes over and takes one of the darts from the man beside me. He says he hasn’t tried this yet, and breaks the cartridge open and drinks some of the fluid inside. He looks like he’s getting high off of it. I look back at the man beside me and then I hear a woman a couple rows back let out a cry. I look just in time to see J.K. Rowling collapse in shock. I look to see what she saw and I see the man who drank the poison now has no nose, it looks like it melted off his face, but he looks higher than ever. The man beside me urges me to get out of here. I head out of the theater but on the way I lose track of him, and then I am in the hall of the mall alone. I head down the hall, looking for a bathroom. I open a door and find myself in someone’s house. A woman is there and she looks pissed at me. I think she is pissed because I just walked into her house, so I turn to leave but the door to the mall is gone. The woman starts yelling at me and demanding to know if I’m sleeping with him. I ask who. She says MoSh, of course! She says I’ve been fucking him, haven’t I?! I tell her MoSh wouldn’t want to get involved with me, I’m too old for him. Then I realize what is happening… this must be Asuka, I was going to heal her! I focus on the song Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack. Light energy flows through Asuka and she calms down. She says she doesn’t know why she said what she did. I tell her it was unstable negative energies. I am about to say more but everything fades to black and I wake up.
Morning of June 1, 2017. Thursday. This dream is, in part, a sort of skewed carryover from another recent dream (“In a Science Group with Three Strangers”, from May the 31st, 2017). The same fictional characters appear, two unknown males and an unknown female. (Both the first part of this dream and the previous dream relate directly to studying the dynamics of sleeping and dreaming in real time, though while non-lucid.) This dream is too distorted to make much sense of. There is something about them hanging around where my mother is sleeping. It is an upstairs area. I remain annoyed at these people throughout this segment. I even kick one of the males so that he slides down the stairs, though he is not fatally injured. I do not go down the stairs myself (which sometimes serves as a lucidity trigger, though otherwise vivifies my dream, as the usage of a staircase in a dream relates directly to shifting one’s level of consciousness while in the dream state, just as it does in certain forms of hypnosis and guided meditation.) This scene shifts to a completely distorted and skewed continuity combining science-fiction with “real life”. I am in an unknown area and there is some sort of backstory of the world becoming too cold for people to comfortably live. I know I can help (without being lucid). Floating in the sky about ten feet above the ground is a very large holographic globe of Earth, which, for some reason, I perceive as the “real” Earth. (This of course makes no sense, as how could I be on Earth and also see Earth in the sky?) Captain Picard (as from “Star Trek: The Next Generation”) in a Runabout, flies out from the holographic but “real” Earth to the right of it (in my perspective) and towards my direction (though there is no direct contact or communication). He seems concerned. I decide to “fix” everything by waving my right hand and creating heated air currents from a fair distance away from the floating transparent globe, which form in a presumed S-shape, top to bottom. (This is very similar to how I mentally repaint walls in non-lucid dreams). I stand in one spot, hoping that these patterns will correctly cover the whole world to make it warm enough for human survival (even though the globe is not rotating). It has become cooler here in reality. The holographic Earth comes from Zsuzsanna and I having just watched a couple episodes of “The Librarians” where a large holographic globe is featured. Many of my dreams are directly influenced by television (though probably not the majority) even though I do not watch it that much (certainly not nearly as much as others).
Date of Dream: THU 25 MAY - 2017 Dream No. 119 - The Hairdressing Scam My mum and grandma took me to the hairdressers to get a haircut. It was when I sat down on one of the chairs next to a wall that the lady put some glasses on me and started doing all these optical tests on me. Then all a sudden, this lady who is doing my eye tests is yelling across the room at another customer. She yells something like “Stop disrespecting the need of the business!”. Only then did I realise that this wasn't a hairdresser. I felt scared that the lady would yell at me too but anyway, I said to my mum, “This isn't a hairdresser, it's an optometrist!”. My mum started crying from shock and I got out of the chair and walked out of the store with her. As we were walking away, my mum was making all these remarks at the lady. One I could remember was that we weren't giving any of our money away. So we joined my grandmother back in the mall and decided that they would go back to the car early and have their chips. I followed them down a strange looking street with all these op shops but I was distracted all these racks of jewellery and I soon completely lost them. I eventually came to an area that looked like normal housing suburbia and there I noticed a complex where the lift to the car park was. At first, I was thinking of going down by myself but when I stood and looked up at the big metal doors, I started freaking out and said to myself that I couldn't do it. I went outside and once had the idea that I would call for Dreamy WB to help me down the lift. I walked around all the streets, calling her name but nothing happened. A few times I'd call “Dreamy WB” with the loudest voice in dream history. In this dream, I found that my voice was very loud and clear and was not restricted in any way. Also, every time I called out, I found myself trying to imagine that she was behind a corner of an object and that she would eventually come out if I called her enough times. Still, there was no change and so I decided to call out for her by her alternate guardian name, Miss T. There still wasn't any response and so now I was panicking. I went back to calling out “Dreamy WB!” until I was back at the lift complex. I now noticed a ramp leading downwards as well but I still wanted to call her just to what would happen. Then this room, looking like a public bathroom, appeared next to the lift. All these young girls were coming out of it, including a handful of Killester girls amongst the unknown ones. Still, I couldn't see Dreamy WB anywhere. I went outside again to wait for her. Then when EL comes out, I ask her, “Where's WB?”, she tells me she's coming. It takes a while but WB is one of the last girls to come out of that bathroom and when she's outside, no one else is around anymore. I tell her I need her help. She said she would go with me but she had something else to do first. WB pulled out her phone and used one hand to text someone. She invited me to stand next to her and so that's what I did. I full on hugged her while she put her unused arm around me, while she continued texting. Once she was finished, we walked up to the lift complex but I woke up before anything else could happen.
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Date of Dream: SUN 14 MAY - 2017 One Dream Combat Championship Challenger: DEFEATED!!! There are now 6 challengers remaining in this round... Do you and Dreamy WB have what it takes to get to them in time and reign victorious? Dream No. 113 - Stick Strife Lucid Dream 6 Although I've forgotten exactly how I became lucid, I do remember that there was a change of awareness in me. I was now consciously aware that I could change some aspects of my dream. I was in my house, in the front room, when I said to myself, “I want to find the area and fight that pot plant now”. That's when the dream camera shifted over to an image of a bowl with fuzzy, tangled vines in it, almost like very thick strands of knotted hair... But that's not what I was facing. The dream camera then went back to the front room, which claimed to be my arena, although it didn't look like an arena in any way. There was now a stick laying on the floor, just laying there like a normal stick in a backyard would. The only special feature about this stick was its two, long-shaped black eyes on the top. I thought that to defeat the stick, I'd break bits off it until it came to nothing. The only problem is, every time I'd break the stick for the first time, it's “head” would keep “regenerating”! At the same time, my mum was sitting on the couch and she was trying to tell me what I should do but then she was also distracting me. It's like the dream was using her to break me out of my lucidity and the pot plant (stick) task at hand. I told her I knew what I was doing and so she eventually stopped and minded her own business. I was frustrated and frightened because I was still breaking the stick for the first time and it was still growing back. And so I yell out, “Dreamy WB! What's going on here? Do something!”. In this dream, Dreamy WB wasn't physically there but rather, she was an invisible force. A subconscious message came to me that I had 30 seconds to break down as much of the stick as possible. In the dream, I found myself counting out loud to 30 and when I hit 30, the stick became rigid again. So the stick was about ¾ way broken when it decided it would now “attack” me. The dream camera had showed a close-up of my eye and these was now a toothpick going vertically up it, like someone trying to keep you awake. The phenomenon was that the stick had put the toothpick there to cause a lump on the outer socket, intentionally causing injury. So I was in no condition to handle the stick. The dream somehow subconsciously suggested to get Dreamy WB and that she would place her finger on the lump to heal it. Once that idea was expressed, I had some sort of warm, fuzzy feeling surrounding me. I noticed that the lump had disappeared and so I continue to handle that stick. I then thought to myself, “You are going to pay dearly”. I noticed I had control of my 4 elements. I used fire on the stick but that did nothing. Earth was next and that didn't do anything either. Electricity was the third try but had no effect. Last of all was ice and that's what ended the life of the stick, making it shrivel up and shatter. Surprisingly, that's the only dream I remember from that night. There will be a "Behind The Scenes" entry for this dream.
Morning of May 8, 2017. Monday. Once again, my life status changes upon becoming unconscious and I am perhaps implied to be around fourteen years of age. The dynamics of my memory are different as always. This combination of dream state amnesia and the total loss of critical thinking skills and any hint of intellect is typical of non-lucid dreams. I am in the Cubitis living room and I believe it is nighttime. My mother (deceased in 2002) is alive and well. My father (deceased in 1979) is also alive but not present at first. Over time, I hear what may be shotgun blasts in the distance, perhaps somewhere in the cow pasture to the east. There are additional similar sounds, not quite identifiable. I do not have that much concern. (I was not able to validate if real sounds in the environment, such as car doors slamming, were responsible for this segment, but it seems likely.) I grasp the doorknob of the front door. My sense of touch is greatly enhanced. I twist it to make sure it is locked. Later however, I realize that my father is coming home at some point, so I unlock the door, making sure the doorknob turns all the way around. I even open the door slightly and close it again. I go into my room and look out the north windows. My father is sleeping in the back seat of a car, his head to the north. I am somewhat puzzled and I do not know how long the car had been there. (As my father represents my conscious self identity in certain cases now that I am older, this simply represents the fact that I am actually asleep.) I go through the back door and into the area of what would be the square concrete platform and the side yard at the south (and the utility room to the east), except that it seems like some sort of open porch with a lot of random furniture stored. It seems morning now even though it was night just moments before. A neighbor drives into their driveway. Only Don M is present. He gets out of his car and comes over, saying, “My man!” as a friendly gesture. However, he then gives me an odd look and starts to move a desk out of my family’s fictional storage area as if we are not supposed to have it. For a time, he drags it upside-down from one end. I help him for a short time. (In reality, they had given us some furniture in 1973, including a pale teal-colored desk that I kept the largest dream work notebook binder volumes in, as it had a bookcase on the left side. Apparently, perfume had spilled all over it and they no longer wanted it, plus the drawer was missing. The smell did not wear off for a long time.) This dream type is in great contrast to other dream types (and as such, has its own associated mood), mainly being a subliminal reminder that I am sleeping as well as being a “denial review”. That is, my dreams often reveal what I am not (when awake as my conscious self) rather than what I am. (For example, when awake I am…not asleep, not in the “back seat”, not living in Cubitis, not with my parents, not involved with Don M’s daughter, not having furniture taken from me, not a teenager, and so on.) All the characters here (other then my dream self) are deceased in reality.
It started with me waking up from my bed. The blue sky is dim as if it will turn night soon. I look around and see a phone, however I assume it is my brother instead of mine. I hear words and people as I put my head back down to the pillows below. I think of my mother and father and offcially get out of bed to greet them. As I am out and about, I see my mother reorganizing the refrigerator. Talking with my father about outside stuff, things I didn't care to pay much attention to. I walk over to get something to drink, to where my father addressed to how I've messed up on something. I can no longer remember what it was about. But when I heard it I became agitated and eventually slam my fist on the counter. My mother said "looks like he is at it again" As my father simply sigh in a gesture to say this wasn't the first time I acted out. Looks like I'm a hot head in this one I thought to myself. That is when my brother came down stairs from the shadowy corners. He and I greeted each other but then walk off and for an unknown reason both I and my parents had a desire to follow him. We did which led us to a holographic image appearing infront us like some future tec stuff. It showed my brother bashing a flower set up in anger. We continue to watch and then I came in to the picture, I look a bit younger and so did my brother. My brother had stormed out somewhere and my younger self followed. I and my parents along with my brother both followed as well. I came close to the younger me and touch his clothes. That's when he became even younger and my holo brother was looking to fight. That's when my lucidity began, my parents did not know what was happening. I told them this is a vision my brother is having. I told my brother to hurry up and complete this so we can all wake up. My borther look at me and gave me the ok face. He and I both walk up to the card that we knew would be the exit. My brother read of the bar code which should release us. As he had done so I began to feel faint and very light. After that I had awoken to where my lucidity was no more. My family and I all appeared to be in the mouth of a serpant dragon. The monster then spit us all out except for this one guy with torn up clothes and long blonde hair. I could sense his intentions were to stay with it for I don't know. After this happened I had awaken again, but chose to not open my eyes. Instead I use my loud neighbors as an advantage. I knew I would wake up like this sooner or later. Instead of lying there thinking about how much I hate them. I'll use them for a skill I never was very good at. With not much effort, I lay there and ponder what trigger thought should be the one to shoot me in to a dream. That's when I could feel myself needing to use the restroom slightly. Ah, that's a good thought to use as it has a feeling as well. Before I knew it, I had enter a dream and was using the restroom. It work with my eyes shock, hoping that I wasn't actually wetting myself. But I doubt it as the liquid look to fake round like. Before I could look around a lot, I had woken up again due to another disturbance from the waking world.
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