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Pennywise from 'It' and I made a pact. He granted me a power, telekinesis. I approached a guy who had always been bullying me. He was perhaps 10, and I think so was I. I wanted to just lift him with TK and pull him towards me. To scare him, maybe hurt him. But when he was suspended in the air in front of me, he looked dead. Like, I'd accidentally snapped his neck by pulling him so violently or something. That's when Pennywise began haunting me. I could feel the terror building inside of me as he got creepier and creepier, but then my real-life alarm clock went off and saved me. Phew.

Morning of July 21, 2018. Saturday.

Reading time: 3 min 2 sec. Readability score: 80.



In my dream, I am Cadbury (the butler) from “Richie Rich.” Nothing in my dream had anything to do with anything that had been on my mind lately, though was based on dream representations from many years ago. It was surreal but intriguing.

Two girls are visiting a neighboring castle in one scene, though the backstory implies that their father does not want them here. They live in the castle where I am serving as a butler. I am in an unusual room that looks as if it is part of a garage. The girls are annoyed when two of their pets come over; a dog (like Toto from “The Wizard of Oz”) and a cat (our youngest cat from real life). They are talking to the owner of the castle when this occurs. I take the blame, and they make comments while calling me Cadbury. Perhaps I had left a door open. The girls round up their pets, and we make our way back to our castle.

We come to an area where we have to walk on a very narrow ledge before reaching the front entrance of the castle. It is high above a large body of water. Without giving it much thought, and before getting onto the ledge, I push one girl (the one carrying the dog) so that she falls to the water far below. The other girl does not notice and keeps going despite how difficult it is to stay on the ledge. Her cat walks across on its own. I realize that I am carrying a small empty plate in my right hand. I let it go, as I have to have both my hands free to hold onto the corner as I put my legs around to stand on the ledge. It falls far below into the water as well. I vaguely wonder if it will serve as evidence if they find it, as it would have my fingerprints on it. I soon become very annoyed in trying to walk on the narrow ledge and decide that I have to try to get into the castle by a different route.

I find myself walking on parts of a submerged house. It is near another small residence. The castle is now at a distance. I try to balance myself as I eventually find myself walking in another area near the castle. It is an entire section of the castle that had also been submerged on purpose and is face up. It had been this way for many years. There may have been a conspiracy with the past residents of the castle. Thus, this big section was deliberately submerged. Despite its size, it still moves up and down somewhat as I walk upon it. As I walk, I make larger and larger waves that eventually slam into the castle, going under the door. The sense of weight and momentum and the setting, in general, is incredibly vivid and realistic, as is the sound and movement of the water.

“Cadbury, what have you done?” calls out a voice. The large wooden door opens, sliding upward. Two unknown men are present. I see mud on a big television to the right, but I see no evidence of water anywhere, even though an extensive amount had just washed under the door. “You were told not to use this entrance,” one man says. I assume he is the owner of the castle and my boss.

We stand near the entrance. One man gives me a drink that seems to be red wine. The castle owner makes some derogatory comments about me and wants me to clean the area.

“I shall be taking my leave of you, sir,” I say formally. “I do not like you, and I do not like this place.”

The other man says I can still stay and seems very friendly. I wake at this point.

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The last part is the typical meeting of my dream self with the preconscious and in this case, the interconsciousness as well. The preconscious avatar, whose task it is to wake me with dominance and annoyance in some cases, is my “boss.” The interconsciousness is often more cheerful and helpful.

It partly relates to marrying and being with Zsuzsanna instead of a classmate. There is too much to it to get into here. Zsuzsanna (before I met her in waking life) pushed Susan off a castle structure. That castle was in orbit around Earth.

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Morning of July 2, 2018. Monday.

Dream #: 18,823-02. Reading time: 2 min 45 sec.



The first part of my dream is the impersonal perception of unfamiliar people traveling together (the cause stemming from passively watching television in waking life). My preconscious and emergent consciousness begin to form a surreal directive as I maintain a minimal level of subliminal (non-lucid) dream control.

There is an abstract process of taking a scene from this “movie” (that I perceive as “real”), where the unknown people are playing cards - to phase the scene like mid-side audio polarity reversal to hear (or see) the isolated elements. It is by separation of MID and SIDE rather than stereo separation of left and right, with the SIDE raised one decibel in the overlaid wave of reversed polarity, as that would be the only element that would remain. Although this is a real process, it makes no sense to use it on three-dimensional imagery that would otherwise be by molecular polarity reversal or additive and subtractive color wavelength manipulation.

I find myself entering a big dark room that seems a part of a college. At a desk, I find an eerie setup. Someone unknown has been killed and is apparently on the floor near me, though I do not see them. The young people of the previous scenes committed the crime. There is a business card on the desk that I can read clearly.

It says, “Use your bed sheet as a sail on your sailboat for your journey through your dreams.” As I read this and study the message (in this case, the printed words do not change as in other dreams where I read), I feel an intense awareness of happiness and knowledge, almost bringing me to tears.

To my left on the desk is a little box with a stack of business cards that may include different messages. The top card and sides of the pile have small blood spots. There is also a knife with bloodstains, presumably the murder weapon. It is all part of a tradition similar to chain letter fraud that involves moving the evidence to a different crime scene as these other people travel and commit offenses while leaving evidence from different ones to confuse the authorities, though there is also the concept of others involved in other regions. I am supposedly a part of this, though I do not know the other people or the victims.

I decide to leave, and I place the knife, single card, and box of cards in impossibly large pants pockets. The pockets now protrude, and I consider that I look conspicuous. I pull a trench coat over the front of my body to cover up the pockets in part. Later, I have to carry the box under my left arm.

When I leave the building, I walk through the large entrance hall. Two other people are present; an unfamiliar man and woman (who are preconscious “watchers” without active sleep processing mediation); though they do not approach me. Liminal dream state awareness is briefly present, enough to remind me of the nature of vestibular system adaptation in using a flight of steps. As a result, rather than triggering enhanced awareness, there are metal bars as a cul-de-sac around the bottom of the staircase that extends a few feet from the building over a concrete platform surrounded by lawn. That puzzles me, but I manage to slide under the bottom horizontal bar on my back, from the concrete to the grass of the outside college grounds. (I had briefly slept on my back during this situation, though I usually sleep on my left side.)

I walk around on the street; slightly wary of the box of cards I have in my impossibly large right pants pocket (as in being possible evidence against me). I am now carrying additional items under my left arm. It is as if I have more than two arms, with another “arm” carrying something in front of me.

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Dream signature: Sleep simulacrum as dead body, thinking skills emerging (reading at desk), dream state indicator as dream reference related to water induction, wall mediation, passive preconscious mediation, vestibular system adaptation (using staircase), wall mediation (sliding under fence).

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I find myself in the middle of the night in a car. As I am about to start the engine I see a man who is driving from left and then right. He bumps in to the back of another vehicle and flips to the side of the road. I get out of my car to call 911 but I could see ambulance already on their way. I take a few minutes to run to them but eventually they drove right pass me and to the scene.

As I run back to the scene I was introduce to this detective. She tells me we are going over to a part where we suspect dangerous criminals live. I ask her have you done this before and if she'll be okay on her own. She said yes but if she needs my help she'll let me know. We both pulled out our guns and enter the forest in till we appeared on a road.

As we are walking on the road we hear a bullet zoom right passed us. It came from twelve clock , I look at the tree's in the distance and could see a man in a tree made house holding a sniper. I tried shooting at him a couple of times but then someone at the far left in the woods also began shooting. I begin wondering if we were cornered so I told lets take shelter at this abandon cabin not too far from us.

The weather was clouded grey but now began to rain. I look out the cabin windows and could no longer see them at their original positions. I assume they were coming to us inside the cabin. I pulled my knife out and enter inside the first room closet to the door. I told her to hide in the closet that would be straight across the hallway all the way down. So that when they open the door she would have a clear shot.

I decided to leave the room door I was in slightly open so that it could possibly distract them. Even if they enter I would take advantage of the situation by hiding at the side of the door and use the knife in a close up fight. The door opens and I could hear someone footsteps can closer and closer to my room. Then the door brushes against my shoulder, I act on my instincts and turn around to stab him in the neck.

I am surprise when I see it is my brother. Unfortunately I had already stab him as he drops to the floor holding his neck. The shock and confusion made me realize there's no way I could have just killed my brother. I become lucid and told the detective with me that I am going to go get some air. I look out the cabin window and jump while now flying through the tree's. My then flying turned in to floating so I decided to land at a near by road.

I could see people who appeared to be near by neighbors talking to one another while making jokes. A woman who resembled a video game character was having trouble starting her car. I approach it and took her out of it as it was car I wanted to test my driving on. She then runs from me and I notice there's no key. If I had better dream control I would have been able to start it off.

I walk towards the neighbors to see if they had any cars. When I got to them I was puzzled to just hearing them repeating the same phrases to each other and then laughing about it. It happen over and over again so I decided I would rather not talk to them. I then had a false awakening.

When I was in elementary school I was around 9-10 years old and one night I had had this dream where I was in this dimly lit hallway that had purple and green lighting
I'm of first nation descent and at the end of the hall was a small room where I found one of those big animal skinned drums you see at pow wows and a few drummers that I knew were all sitting around it drumming and singing. This dream doesn't get disturbing until I walk back down the hall and see two doors, one is for the girls bathroom and the others it for the boys, I go to open the girls bathroom and as I open it I see my sisters dead body hanging on a hook that was attached to the inside of the door. Her eyes were open and lifeless and her mouth hung open then quickly my dad comes out of the bathroom grabs the door and swings it shut. I wake up and I was so disturbed that I was shaking and was afraid of my dad for a while after which is odd considering I love my dad and tho I do remember the times he'd get angry and grab my arm a little too tightly but he'd always apologize after and he'd never hurt me on purpose so the dream was real confusing.

I was in an industrial-looking environment. I don't remember why, but I tossed a bottle of compressed gas (air, or something more explosive) at two welders. The bottle exploded and presumably killed one of them. Or at least knocked him out. The other one, a woman, followed me into another room and attacked me. There was a brief fight, and then I beat her to death using a kind of stick. Turns out 'she' was transsexual.

In a slightly less horrific dream, I felt guilt over going to the movies because I have no job at the moment. That dream isn't even a dream, it's just reality.

I did really awful things in this dream. Not sure I should put it here. I might censor some of it. I was running around a series of dark corridors. To the right was a dressing room for boys, and to the left was the one for girls. Children, that is, aged 8-14, something like that. I was... killing them. With a knife. It was very dark, and I managed to kill only one boy in their dressing room. The corridors and rooms felt oddly abandoned and dark, which I found quite unsettling. I thought I was in a nightmare or horror game for a second, until I remembered I was the monster and had nothing to worry about. When I moved on to the girl's side, I found a room where one girl was sleeping. Next to her, her father was sleeping. Guarding her. I realized if I killed the girl, her father would no doubt attack me. So I decided to kill him first. While he was still asleep, I pushed my knife into his neck. He died gurgling, unable to resist. The girl woke up and saw her father die with the knife in his throat. She was quite young and didn't quite understand what was happening. I told her her father was just going to sleep, or something like that, to calm her down. The goal was to kill the girl next, but watching her wimper over her dead dad filled me with such regret, I just wanted to undo everything I'd done. I woke up right there and then, feeling confused I could commit such evil.

I had two dreams last night. I'm working to get LDs, but didn't get any this time. It's only natural, since I only just got my motivation truly back. Here are the dreams:

1# My family moved back to a certain house (not a house I have lived IRL). I did not like it at all. It was a detached house, but it wasn't done yet. It's yard had sand and not grass and stuff. The house was yellow. It was a little dark inside because it didn't have that many windows. It's roof was very low. It was weird and uncomfortable. I didn't like the houses location. Other houses weren't very close and there was a lot of long grass outside. It was like if the house wasI on a beach or something. I tried to imagine normal daily life in that house, but it was hard. I didn't think I could enjoy it. There was also something about the area that bothered me. Two guys were killed within nine days (I don't know what the "within nine days" meant but that's what I was told in the dream). It had something to do with a company that my dad was working for in the dream. Great.

2# It was my birthday. I was having a party in a park in a certain city (not revealing what city because of reasons). I was going to the area with my family. Many finnish YouTubers were there. They were going to have a gig (if that's the world). I saw my favourite YouTuber there and I went to take a photo. I told her she was my first idol I've had. She had her dog with her. Some guys started playing. I recognized some of them. I didn't like the music. It was just lame. Others didn't like it either. There were many people from my school in the park, but they didn't talk to me. No wonder, because I had an ugly pink dress. I also had way more weight and was just uglier than IRL imo. It was all just weird and lame. I went to eat. There was some woman there. I think I talked to her. I saw my crush in a large group behind the stage. Yes, behind the stage... No one liked the music. I talked to someone about the music.

I've been very inactive here in the forums, but I still had some LDs (not in my DJ here) a few weeks ago. I lost my motivation after those LDs and haven't been recalling that many dreams lately. Like, still atleast one per day, but not as clearly as usually. But I'm getting my motivation back. But I'm getting my motivation back slowly. Here's my dream from last night anyway:

I'm not any character in the dream. I'm just watching it like it's a movie. There are two young boys (like 10 years old or younger). The other has blond hair and is very kind but seemed to be a little weird and weak and easy to bully on. He had a white shirt. The other has brown hair and seems more of an extrovert and stuff unlike the other, but is still propably not the most popular boy in the school. He has a white T-shirt. The boys are friends. They are somewhere near my IRL house. There are lots of detached houses there. Outside one house there's a girl and her mother. The girl is the boys's classmate and has a braided blond hair and a simple white dress. The mother is really obese and seems evil. She also has a purple T-shirt. Then there's some part of the dream where the boys deal with some code name or something. It was "LunNiMax". Really weird, but turns out it's related to the girl's name. Her first names where Ninni and Max apparently, but her surname is unknown. Then the boys find out Ninni has been murdered. The boys want to find out who did it. The dream ended very soon after that, but I felt like the blond boy might become the next victim.

I tried to put more detailing to this than usually, so that's why the text seemed quite long for a short dream that wasn't even remembered properly. I found the dream interesting and after woking up I kept thinking about it and what could have happened next, what where the murderer's motives, how did the girl and the blond haired boy die, did the boy even die afterall, etc.

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Dream
Lucid

The Shadow Man

Me and some girl was running from the shadows. The Shadow Man can come up from any shadow and hurt you.
We ended up at a house. The people were kind.
A group of teens and kids went into a garage, I thought 'Oh no'
There's shadows all around in the garage, the Shadow Man came out and sliced someone in the throat.
We escaped and either me or the one girl 'killed' the Shadow Man, but it doesn't matter...he can come back via other
shadows.
I was told to get sent back to where ever I was staying, one of the kids that was in the garage comes with and is in
the car. I thought this was like a Telltale game decision, your choices don't matter in the end.

I don't know what to title This

I was at home, it was the morning, I was talking to my Dad. He asked what I wanted for breakfast.
Later I told him the bald guy next door took all of our medicine, saying We don't need it.
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I think I had other dreams but there was a three loud bangs, it was from a really close Thunderstorm. I forgot if I had
any dreams but I had those two so at least I got something written down.
July 5th, 2017

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Dream
Lucid

Mental

I was in a mental hospital, my Mother was there. I walked away from her and the lady who was typing what meds I take.
I was walking back thinking what that other med was...A lady walked by me and says "Ranitidine"
I get by the computer and I am about to say it but the computer person did it already.
I don't trust this place, I feel like they kill the patients.
They take all the patients somewhere and one woman told me "You can go on the computer."

Firelane

It was raining, a girl with black hair was walking on the Firelane at school, no one in sight.

Crime and Punishment

There was a road block, passed by the school football field it had it's big lights on covering the field.
It was around 10:30 PM. I was now at the school in the lobby (the lobby looks like the middle school's lobby).
I told the cop two people here are criminals, I point at Kasie but can't find the other one.
Everyone gets mad and the cops says "You're in big trouble, that's a felon."
Another Part of the Dream:
A football player told someone "Our games usually end at 10 PM"

Accidental Murder

I was at a Walking Dead BB Gun tourney. There was a woman sitting on a chair, sweating, she was Mexican.
(The room I was in looked like something from Splash from Black Ops 3 Multiplayer)
I shot her in the face with my BB, which you're supposed to do, but I noticed she was bleeding and blood was coming
out of her mouth.
Later at home, I realized I just killed someone for the first time.

Season 7 and 8

I watched the Walking Dead S7 E1-E4 to catch up for Season 8, One Episode 4 there was a big chocolate factory.
I thought 'I gotta invest in a Chocolate Factory' it would be good for a Zombie Apocalypse. Someone also spoiled
who dies in the season and I scrolled up fast, I don't like getting spoiled.
I looked up Season 8 on Youtube and saw a Video Titled "The Walking Dead Season 8 Comic Con Trailer"
The thumbnail showed Negan with lots of shaving cream or something on his face.
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I had a good amount of Dreams today, I'm on a Streak! I like writing/typing down my dreams, to be honest I don't like dreams like these but at least I got more content for the Story I'm making. People are already setting off their Fireworks, hopefully it won't be like that during the night when people are trying to sleep.
July 3rd, 2017

Dream 1 - Fireworks

It's night and I'm out partying with school friends. My mental map tells me I'm around the area where my university is, but the buildings are different. The party is moving, people leave with bikes and cars. I just arrived from a gym and left my bike there. One of my old friends asks why I did that and calls me stupid. I don't mind, I start running to the bridge going across the lake. People with bikes and cars can't take this short cut, so I might even arrive before them. I notice I don't tire from running and I can run really fast. While running over the bridge I notice a massive explosion in the sky, like a meteor split into hundreds of orange shards that continued to fall in every direction. I stop to admire it. I look around to see if anyone was following me and saw this amazing display, but I'm alone. I look back up and see several more explosions and realize they are fireworks. Incredibly beautiful looking though, and massive. They light up the whole night sky.

After a while I continue to the location where the party was supposed to continue. It's not a party at all, it's a mandatory church ceremony. (We used to have on at the beginning of every school year. Involves preaching, singing etc.) At the doors we are supposed to also donate some money. I have no cash on me and panic.

Panic leads to waking up, so I WBTB.

Dream 2 - Kids of the Slums

I'm a DO and see slums next to an odd looking frozen river. The ice is light blue, but isn't reflective or transparent like it should. TotalBiscuit is looking after the boys of the slums. There's a radio playing music. One of the kids led TotalBiscuit to the river. There was a spot with some hardhats stuck in the ice and a few small rocks sticking out. The kid took TB to a dangerous spot on purpose. TB slips and hits his head into a rock. His skull cracked, he's dead. The kids go back. One of the boys goes to the group of girls that were playing in the slums and asks one of them to help with something. A girl in a green dress with flowers comes back with him. She asks what it's about. The boys don't say anything other than they need her help. The group starts walking somewhere and the dream ends.

Dream 3 - I teach history?
I'm in a school. Dumbledore is the headmaster and I teach history. Dumbledore tells me I'm going to speak in front of the whole school. We are in a big dining hall. I have nothing prepared and panic. Students arrive, I recognize a few of them. The students want to eat first. That buys me some time. I get the dessert, which is a piece of pie with some purple jam. I have a chat with one of the student I know from waking life. Pie tastes good. I start thinking about my lecture, while eating. Stuff of nightmares, this dream

I was Googling REDACTED with my mind (a controllable hypnagogic hallucination), to find out who REDACTED's significant other is. I only found the (useless) Dutch version of Wikipedia, which didn't have what I wanted to know.

In another scene, I'm in the middle of a fight between two rival groups of super-powered mutants. One group of mutants even had tails (!!). At some point, I forced a guy to the ground, and stabbed him in the face and forehead a pair of scissors. It went through his skull. I was furious, and kept stabbing him again and again, and again... even after he was obviously dead.

I'm with REDACTED in an outdoors area, like a park. There's a long (white?), wooden gazebo, which is where I was standing. I faced REDACTED (who was on the grass), picked up two ends of electrical wire, and brought the two ends together. I was electrocuted, the electricity traveled through the ground (was it wet?) and also electrocuted REDACTED. He was knocked to the ground. I approached him. Suddenly (still on the ground), he pulled his gun on me. I was glad, because this was a sign his memory was returning (he had forgotten everything, who he was, and that he had a gun). The camera moved elsewhere, and the sound of gunshots sounded throughout the park. I knew he was just popping off a few shots in the air, not at me.

I'm in some kind of hotel room, or rather "hotel apartment", because it had several small rooms linked by a corridor. I was watching REDACTED on TV, and immediately noticed how gorgeous she looked. Like I do in real life, I REDACTED it. I didn't watch much, I had to turn off the device I was watching it on, because it had to recharge. There was another electrical device already recharging (my PS Vita?). Bored, I tried to think of something to do to pass the time. I went to the "TV room". Something else in that room was making a lot of noise (a radio?), and combined with the TV it drove me nuts. So I turned it off.

The first dream's from a recent night but not the night I posted:

I dreamed that, should Trump be elected, a man would murder two homosexual men in front of a woman and then the thought of him raping her came to mind.

Now, for this night:

I dreamed of talking with my Grandfather over the phone. (He died in June.) What did we talk about?

Last I remember from this dream was that I was in a room full of people. I had a rifle (an AK47), and was holding people hostage. Controlling the crowd was tough. Some were too scared, and there were just too many of them. I threatened them, but some still tried to flee. I shot and killed them.

I was being recruited into a malicious secret society (clearly based on MJ12 from Deus Ex) by a man obviously based on Walton Simons (also from DX). He didn't at all look like Simons, though. He wanted me "in", and it didn't feel like "no" was an option. He's not the kind of person you say no to. He gave me a tour of his "facility". My grandpa was there, apparently working for them too. There was a lab. I have notes about "salad", but I waited too long to write this down so I have no idea what it means. There was also a scene in which "Simons" was speaking on Helium (funny voice!).