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    1. Saturday, September 12

      by , 12-02-2020 at 06:18 AM
      I am on what seems to be a speed boat. The boat also seems very long and flat. We seem to be going rather fast over the open water (the ocean?) We are not too far away from the shore though. There is something about us being on the way to see Dead and Company and/or John Mayer driving the boat. I think about how Iíve seen Dead and Co in the middle of the desert and will now see them out in the middle of water, impressed by this. (Iím envisioning a scene of them set up out in the sand - by Las Vegas? - with no stage or crowd). Iíve been standing on this boat, and thereís a guy standing next to me. I wait until weíve arrived to strike up conversation. I ask if heís ever surfed? In an English accent he says Ďjust nowí or something similar. Now, I am swimming.
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    2. Meeting Davie504

      by , 11-09-2020 at 02:21 PM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      I meet Davie504 on the upper level in Det RŲda Huset. I talk to him and wonder why he is here. He says that he was traveling to Germany (?) but got my letter and decided to go here on the way. We talk and decide to jam some music. I now sit in the TV room upstairs in our home and Davie sit in my room. He plays the guitar (lol) and I play the base. He plays some kind of chord progression and I play the A-minor pentatonic scale.

      Notes: I haven't seen Davie in a long time. This is the first time my music playing felt realistic in a dream.
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    3. Sebeiba

      by , 11-03-2020 at 09:00 AM (Nef's dream journal)
      I was floating around , like a camera, it was as if I'm in a documentary, or watching one.
      It's the middle of the desert late at night, I hear Sebiba chants. People meet in the middle of the desert to do blues\ishumar music, tuaregs and people from all over the world, lots of guitars....
      Tags: desert, guitar, music
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    4. Emotions, emblems, "I can use them when I dream". jamming piano.

      by , 10-25-2020 at 02:50 PM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      I'm very emotional and cry to my dad. I have some kind of board. About 1x1 meter. There are many emblems on it and I get two more from my dad. I am happy because I finally have all of them. I try to use some magic from one of the emblems but I don't succeed. I think to myself that I only can use them in dreams and that I have to wait until I sleep.

      Notes: Well that was funny. The dream was much longer and I saw the emblems in the dream. I remember they were beautiful with shiny coulors but not how they looked.

      I'm playing piano and there is music playing. I try to find the right chords to the music and I succeed. It goes very easy and I only have to use the white keys (the music is in C). I make some big jumps over the piano and miss the right chord. My grandma I is also there listening.
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    5. Afternoon nap

      by , 10-05-2020 at 04:36 PM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      I couldn't focus on my school reading so I went for an afternoon nap between 14.50-16.40 and remembered this dream.

      I'm in the upper room with dad. I have my red hoodie on with the hood over my head so I can't look foreward. I sit on a bench where the music sounds actually stand. Dad is angry with me and says that I can't keep on practicing the guitar without the musical scales. He says that I should remove my hood and look him in the eyes. He is speaking as if I had done something really bad. I remove my hood and look at him. He says that he had a good time practicing base with me but that I need to fix my practice scheme.

      Notes: I began practicing with a metronome again some days ago. I actually only care about the pentatonic scale and don't find motivation when I try to learn the musical modes. I know them in theory and think that's enough (Now when I dreamt about it I tested out the mixolydian scale on a backing track and found it a little bit amusing).
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    6. Most lucid I have ever been.

      by , 10-05-2020 at 07:41 AM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      I'm talking with Diego. He says that he doesn't have any parents.

      Notes: I helped Diego with some math yesterday. I read "To Kill a Mockingbird", and just read about Dill who doesn't have a dad.

      Fragment I'm in some kind of game with lava. I need to get some kind equipment in order to pass the lava.

      Notes: My brother talked about about a game he plays where he needs some new equipment in order to proceed.

      I'm cooking Hasselback potatoes in the kitchen. Andreas E is constantly calling me just to ask me how I am. I tell him I am okey with a short reply all the times. New fragment. I'm in my room with a hose. I am shooting water in my room and try to put my thumb by the mouth of the hose in order to get a more spread out water beam. I don't succeed. My mom calls to me that everyone has to help in the new potato land.

      Notes: I read about potatoes yesterday. Andreas has been writing sometimes. I think Andreas has the role of Martin more in the dream because he constantly asks me how I am.

      I woke up 05.19 and wrote down the past dreams then. I tried to WILD and have my breath as focusing point but fell asleep.

      I'm driving our car up to our street from Albin's house. There is a stranger next to me in the car. He says that I am driving wrong but I think I'm doing it right. He keeps on telling me that I do wrong. I succeed in parking by our house.

      I'm in some kind of game where we jump on big rocks and Bowser is there. My brother is also there. I realize it's a dream and fly away. I fly to my house and there are my cousins. I have almost perfect lucidity and it feels as though I have all my IRL memories. I remember that I want to eat something good. I go to the kitchen and find Peter there. I ask him if there is anything I can eat. He takes the frying pan and show me some kind of bean mess that looks disgusting. Peter takes his hand in the food and shoves it around which makes it look even less appetizing. I don't want to eat it anymore and fly outside. Morgan and mom are there. I fly up to the tree which doesn't have any leaves in the dream. I fly around it and I feel such blissfulness. I fly in many different positions that makes me really happy. I fly on my back, stomach, I stand on my feet and fly upwards with my feet pointing up to the sky. That was really trippy. This dream has such good stabiliy and everything feels really real I think to myself. I try to fly as high as I can and above the atmosphere. Unfortunately I can't go higher than about 15 meters above the ground. There is like a soft ceiling that I can't break through. I ask the people on the ground if they want to join me. Some people start to fly modestly and carefully. I fly to the city where the dream starts to fade away.

      Notes: The flying was so easy and it made me feel amazing.

      I am in city with my friends from school. There is a big glass cage where some people stand. I become more and more lucid. I start to fly in the glass cage and look at the people. I grab two of my friends' hands and try to fly away with them. It is difficult to fly with the extra weight but I manage okey. We walk to SaltŲ and Gabriel talks about some kind of karate. I look at Signe and she looks different from IRL.

      Edit:

      Remembered some more dreams during my morning routines.

      I'm sitting on a bench in school with the school's guitar. Eni comes through the entrance with his own guitar equipment and someone behind him also has some music instruments. I tell Eni that he finally brought his own things to school. He laughs and says something about how it was time. I'm happy when I think about what we are going to play.

      Notes: I thought about how me and Eni probably isn't going to play with each other anymore some days ago.

      I'm looking at my face in some mirror and see that my right eyebrow is cut in half and that the right side of the right eyebrow is just a circle with hair on it.

      Updated 10-05-2020 at 11:43 AM by 97565

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    7. clxxi. The "Mu" note

      by , 09-29-2020 at 05:26 PM
      Was unable to motivate myself to write initial notes but initial recall was good.

      29th September 2020

      Scraps:

      Something about H. H found something that in the dream was called the 14th note? Some kind of mysterious and forgotten-about musical note or tone. This 14th note was dubbed "Mu".



      Notes:

      - I recently watched a film called Valerian, by the same person that made The Fifth Element. On Valerian there was a planet Mul. Somehow the topics seem related, this "Mu" note being a musical fifth element of some sort.
    8. Tuesday, July 14

      by , 08-20-2020 at 05:57 AM
      I am flying, rising up through the air. There are two others with me (Iím not sure if theyíre unfamiliar or if I canít remember what they are), the three of us in a triangular formation. I notice that we are very close to a huge, impossibly tall pine tree. I also hear the lyrics to ĎLow Spark of High-Heeled Boysí playing in the background: ďIf you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish, would you ask for something like another chance?Ē This really gets to me; I think about it and listen to my heart, saying Ďyesí. The others do not, and I veer away from them, up and to the right. With some effort and vigor, I rise higher. I notice the ground far below, a patchwork of green and brown. I am falling back down now and land way less forcefully than I expected.
      Tags: flying, music
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    9. Saturday, July 11

      by , 07-27-2020 at 05:43 AM
      Iím in my car with Melissa, driving us somewhere. I think I need gas, so she tells me where to go. She tells me to go left through this roundabout and then to take a right, and I do so. I notice a car coming to the roundabout and think itís not going to yield to me because everyone assumes no one will take the second exit. Indeed it doesnít, speeding in front of me. Iím driving down a hill now. The area is very green, with many leafy trees and a large grass area. Thereís a large pond in the grassy area. We are now swimming in it, and the surrounding area doesnít seem as green anymore. A few people in kayaks pass us, too closely I think, and say not to fish/swim in here, humorously. I jokingly say we wonít. I think he meant not to submerge ourselves, which, looking at the murky water, Iím not going to do anyway. Weíre out now and on the sandy shore. Iím laying face down on either a towel or my shirt so I can dry off.




      Iím on my bed with Melissa and I think weíre each doing something separately. On my record player I am listening to a Brokedown Palace from 1972. Bobby is telling the crowd to shut up and says ďoh, I donít wanna singĒ to the melody of the song. I chuckle at the historical interest of it, and Melissa makes a comment too. Now I go out to see if the air is on. I think itís been running all night, same as the water. We also watch an animated movie with a twist ending or something that suggests a sequel.
      *Last night I meant to turn the water off but kept forgetting.
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    10. Saturday, July 4

      by , 07-11-2020 at 05:25 AM
      I am in Germany with Mom and Makayla. The first place we go to is a small, unassuming office building. Inside, it looks more like a home that has been converted to an office space. It is a perfect blend of the two. For a short period of time, Makayla and I canít find Mom. At one point, I see her with a glass of non-alcoholic beer with a few sips missing. Part of me thinks ĎAlready?í There are two German ladies here. They are short and squat, older and very friendly. They speak English with a faint German accent. They work here but do not come off as an Ďemployeeí, eradicating any Ďus vs. themí and promoting a genuine sense of helpfulness. The music that is playing here is odd and definitely nothing Iíve ever heard in any office building. Itís fairly loud, a slow and melancholy beat with droning female vocals. Through a window, I see that it is overcast out. One of the ladies says they should do something when it lightens up, gesturing as if sheís parting clouds. Now, I am outside with a different lady. We are sitting on a rocky shore against what must be the ocean. As I sit and observe the scenery and feel the perfect temperature, I am overcome with both grief and something close to euphoria, knowing that this is where I belong and that Iíll have to leave. I think I almost start tearing up. The scenery is rocky, but of soft soil and greenery where it is not. The ocean is calm and dampens the temperature to what I would call perfect. I talk to this lady as a small, wooden pallet drifts this way. There are a few seagulls on it that seem to be steering it. It becomes overcast. I think part of me is aware that Germany is not an island. The lady is showing me a map, pointing us out (a clear island), and showing how close we are to the very southern end of the ĎHawaiian archipelago.í There is a succession of maybe ten or so tiny islands to the North until I see the familiar cluster of Hawaiian islands. The rest of the map looks like a bunch of green islands close together on the deep blue of the ocean. She is now showing me where Iíll be staying. The house is two stories, wooden, and facing the ocean. It looks like the entire second story has a deck; weíre walking on it now. We see into one of the rooms, and she is nonchalant, but Iím not sure I like what I see. Looking down into the plain room, I see what looks like a dog bed. On it is a dog collar and some rod-like object. The unsettling part is that I think this is for a human )a captive?). Along the wall to the left there is an open cabinet. Attached to its door are about three black sheathes with different knives. I am disturbed because I thought Germany would be completely pleasant and not at all like this.




      Iím outside somewhere that looks similar to Midtown, but I think more residential. From a third person perspective I am watching Donald Trump and his advisor jogging. It seems his Ďadvisorí is trying to keep up with him. Now, I am jogging with them. His pace is fast, and I think of his old age. We turn a corner and head down a straight away. For some reason I imagine someone attempting assassination and how itíd be easy right here; I donít think he currently has any protection. Now, I am home (the house seems unfamiliar) and I hear some activity in the doorway. Thereís a member of the press just inside the door, interacting with someone just out of sight outside the door. He steps into view - itís Donald Trump. I think Iím naked and/or donít want him to see me yet, so I hop into the Ďshowerí, which is actually the refrigerator. I shut the door and just barely fit in here - I think doorís actually still open just a bit. Pressed up against the sides of this Ďfridgeí with nothing but me in it, I donít recall my Ďshowerí being this small. I turn the water on and it comes out cold.




      I must be performing auto fellatio. I am alone in an almost pitch black
      space, feeling the sensations of both giving and receiving oral. It is slow and passionate.




      Iím in a store with Mom. she points out a case of beer - itís all of the World Beer Cup gold winners. The white case is probably almost as long as me and I think $15. Though I know it would be a good choice, I just donít really want to get it.

      Updated 07-11-2020 at 05:28 AM by 95084

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    11. Friday, June 26

      by , 06-28-2020 at 05:20 AM
      I am inside somewhere. I am in some area that is either a hallway or a long bathroom. There is a stall with quite a large gap between the floor and the wall. My coworker and I are taking the toilet out and installing one that has some hidden mirror. This coworker (unfamiliar) sits on it while I stand outside of the stall to see how it looks. The toilet just seems like itís highly reflective stainless steel. I can clearly see his pale thighs but not much else. I go in and reposition it to where I think itíll offer a better view. I think our office must be right outside this stall. Now someone, he almost seems like a schoolís principal, has caught us. We are made to put it all back (we moved a few other things), and all I can feel is shame. I then begin to think that he didnít actually know our motive but just thought that we were messing around, which offers me a bit of relief. Now Iím in some room, by some filing cabinets?, with this coworker, noticing his short, red hair. He is friendly and talkative and starts talking about Scott. I contribute to the conversation and add that Scott was a great boss. Now Iím working and/or browsing in a plain white, dim room. There are some black milk crates of music on various media. I find a copy of the Tool album Salival on a VHS that is still in the shrink wrap. I then find that the bottom is open but that you can slide it back in if youíre careful. I think that this is rare and that I have to get it since itís only a few dollars. I think I donít have anywhere to play it but that itís probably a collectible or a good return on investment if I were to sell it. I find a few cassettes? and then walk up to the counter to check out with Julia. The counter seems to stand alone outside in this pretty barren landscape. She looks at the items and says I can just take them because she overcharged me last time. Excited at this, I say thanks and walk off. I get the sense that Iíll be walking home.
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    12. Sunday, June 21

      by , 06-24-2020 at 04:56 AM
      Iím on a walk. I get to the edge of a driveway, where a Black man has met and is talking to a white, male police officer. I get the impression he has come down here so the officer wonít go on his property. Now, another Black man comes out and does the same thing. The officer leaves amicably and then the first man turns to me and starts handing me some cash, a few crisp bills. He has short hair and seems very genuine. I think itís a few 20s and I donít even know what itís for, so I say no, I canít take it. The second man, with shoulder length dreads and baggier clothes, tries doing the same, and I think I give in. I think at the beginning of this, I put on headphones to listen to a Tedeschi Trucks Band show (the song was ĎLaugh About Ití into a drum segment). The weather was cooler - I had pants and a long sleeve. I was walking on the right side of the roads [sic] as two girls were coming towards me. I noticed a car coming from behind them and from behind me as I had to go around them to the left, thinking it would leave very little room for the cars.




      Iím walking into a store with Sage. I think itís a reptile or animal store. On the left, I notice three tanks on stands thatíve been covered with a black film or cover. Two older ladies working here say hi and then I think profile or customer service me. This irritates me as we walk into a larger back room, Sage way ahead of me.




      Iím on a walk and have ended up on what looks like a sandy hillside that overlooks a beach and the ocean? It is sunset and the thick and vivid layers of deep reds and oranges are absolutely beautiful. There is some kind of electronic trance music playing and it makes for a very ethereal moment. Iím now down on the beach and there are a bunch of people dancing to the music. The sunset is the background, but there are also strobe lights. I think I start dancing.





      Granny has died, but I feel comforted knowing that she had the opportunity to say bye to everyone and also that she came to me in a dream (*this seemed very real, and I was recalling pretty much exactly our visit with her yesterday).
    13. Monday, June 15

      by , 06-16-2020 at 11:44 PM
      Melissa and I are going to a Tool concert. I think weíve done some acid, and when we approach the stadium (or it may be the giant stage) I get a strong visual. What looks like a wall of psychedelic flames spreads to each side from a geometrical center of different blues. It is impressive and awe inspiring. We are now finding our seats. They are both on an upper level, but they are not together. I say it shouldnít be hard finding someone willing to switch. We are sitting together now. I think her mom or Sageís mom is here. My seat is a corner where the row turns and is more like half of a seat. The first set is over now, and I havenít felt any further effects from the LSD. Melissa apparently hasnít either, so we both take more. The Ďacidí seems to be a small tray of some baked food. We eat the grease at the bottom, and it proves more powerful. Shortly thereafter I am hit with a sudden change in my perception. We look at each other at the same time, eyes wide. After the show, weíre in a convenience store. Melissa shows me three lighters sheís buying. I guess the lighter fluid is the acid or is a component. She seems excited, but I canít believe sheís getting three, thinking about how much that will make.
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    14. The Interview in Antissa, with Sun Spiders

      by , 06-13-2020 at 11:25 AM
      Morning of June 13, 2020. Saturday.

      Dream #: 19,535-07. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



      My dream self maintains the instinctual awareness I am dreaming (after dropping back from post-liminal mode to pre-liminal) by becoming more aware while sitting in a bed near the ocean (potential reinduction). There is the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity, with my bed in this instance being near a harbor in Antissa, Lesbos, though the setting does not have a more discernible definition.

      My waking-life identity is absent. I am listening to an operatic aria (fictitious, I assume) sung by Luciano Pavarotti about Antissa. (I do not listen to opera in waking life.) I am unsure of the source of the music, but it is probably from a cassette (as my dream self has no recall of what a CD is).

      The sleep-wake manager eventually appears as an unknown male, but he is in passive mode (non-RAS; non-cerebral.) I sit down and watch him create a painting. It features a black oval as a scene of outer space. (This feature represents a higher level of sleep atonia, which may be why somatosensory kicks in as the trigger in the last scene rather than a vestibular event.) There are sparse red and blue ovular arcs around the ďegg.Ē I absentmindedly add a blue ovular arc to the imageís right side with a felt-tip pen. Almost immediately, I feel as if I may have been intrusive in doing this. I start praising his art, focusing the most on the outer space rendering within the oval. He does not seem angry or annoyed.

      A reporter approaches and wants to interview the unknown artist. There is still indoor-outdoor ambiguity, though the setting has more outside dynamics at this point. The two men stand and face each other, about ten feet away from me. The reporter says he is interviewing ďthe aggressor.Ē I am puzzled by this and state that he is not an ďaggressor,Ē though I do not know his history. I hope I did not embarrass him by saying this.

      Soon, a sun spider (camel spider), as long as the reporterís head, crawls around from behind his head and covers his right ear. I am amused, as neither man seems to know it is there. Another sun spider of about the same size as the first crawls from behind the reporterís head but goes around to the other manís right ear. The man ignores it despite being aware of it. There is no sense of a threat, as my dream self considers them harmless. I wake at this point with a sense of great amusement.



      A vestibular-cerebral handshake did not occur as the waking process in this instance (as the result of greater sleep atonia but with a directive toward hand myoclonus), so it was somatosensory in this case. In other words, I sleep on my left side, with my right ear more exposed to my waking-life environment. The somatosensory focus was liminally drawn to that factor, especially as a spider often represents the human hand and its somatosensory arousal (though a sun spider is not a true spider).


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    15. Tuesday, May 26

      by , 06-03-2020 at 05:08 AM
      I am outside and walking through a neighborhood with a few others. It seems like weíre doing something for a school assignment. Weíre looking for a certain house and come up on one that I think is right because it looks familiar. The house is white with a light blue trim. Itís slightly downhill from the street and is placed horizontally on the lot. The garage is open, revealing all of the stuff inside that looks familiar. The number is something like 150105. I look on the map on my phone, and it shows us about halfway down this street. Looking to the left, I see that the street starts to incline somewhat significantly, telling them I donít remember going uphill. I tell them I can also search Canvas to see if itís the right one. I do so and donít think I find anything. We end up deciding that itís the right house. We go inside, and itís kind of empty and dim. The others take an open riser staircase to the second floor. I stay back and then walk back to the front door. The owner has arrived - itís David from Discology and his son. Theyíre walking up and I meet them at the glass sliding door. I donít think much is said, and I guess he doesnít find it weird that Iím in his house. I say something about the others, and I think he goes to look for them, using a flashlight. I think it is somewhat intense.




      Iím at work and going on a break. I need to use the bathroom, and we have to use Sani Huts. they are scattered all around this parking lot, and I head for a line of them up against a fence. There is a handicapped one, which I take because it is larger, because it is not busy out here, and because there are more in case someone needs it. I am relieved when I step in and find it clean and without much of a scent. I use some toilet paper to put the seat down. I think I am just sitting on top of the seat now, and I notice a window in here. Through it, I see a bed, upon which sit several people. I notice two girls, a couple, what look very similar if not almost the same. They are reclined, tan, and naked from the waist up. Currently, each has her arms above her head, which gently lifts her breasts and perky nipples. They begin taking off each otherís underwear and kissing, so I take out my phone and start taking a video on Snapchat. I canít believe I can see this from here and no one can see in. I briefly contemplate its potential. I end up in another Sani Hut now, and it has the same kind of window. This one seems to be at the end of a dirt road or parking lot. To the left is an old station wagon with an open back. There are one or two women and some kids (maybe on a sports team?) approaching it - it must be theirs. One of the women, Asian?, is wearing a Grateful Dead shirt Iíve never seen before. Itís black and is tasteful; it also looks like it could be homemade. I think itís cool that sheís into them, I think because itís a change from the typical white male. They all start getting into the back of the car, which has blankets and I think string lights. They start playing music and smoking weed out of a lightbulb. One guy, Asian, takes a quick but large hit. I know that I donít smoke, but they seem to be having a great time, which is fine by me. Now, Iím walking out to the Sani Huts again. It is raining fairly hard, which I barely feel. Iím walking over the rocks in a median and notice it pooling up here as well as along the sides of the road.
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