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I was in my old childhood room at my parents’ house in Colorado. I wondered how I got there, since I was in Australia last I remembered, but I dismissed the thought and started thinking about other things. I wandered down the hall into my parents’ bedroom where I found my Uncle. He was in there with his Chinese lover. I rationalized that he and his wife had gotten more open about their relationship since her recent bout with cancer. His lover said that she was studying to be a naturopath and that she wanted to do an energy healing on me. She put her hands on my tummy and was sending loving, healing energy into me to fix my stomach. My uncle took her place after about 30 seconds, and he was way better at it than her. He was gently blowing onto the area that he was sending energy to, as though he was fanning a flame. I felt very happy, appreciative, and connected with both of them. My uncle put his hand on mine for a minute.

I walked out of the room and into the kitchen where my mom was cooking spaghetti. I got really excited because I loooooove spaghetti, but then I noticed that it was filled with meatballs and ground beef and Italian sausage. I was sad, but I decided that I would make my own spaghetti. My sister came into the kitchen and told me that I looked fat. I took off my shirt and showed her that I had no tummy, but then she started talking down to me about being vegan, saying how it was very unhealthy and that I was pathetic for only taking my philosophies on how I want to live my life part of the way. She was saying that I should go move to a commune and be in nature rather than half ass things, because I will always be supporting corrupt corporations and unethical practices as long as I’m in society. I lost my temper and said to her, “At least I’m trying, I’m doing the best that I can. You believe the same things I do but you don’t even go part of the way.”

She looked shocked that I defended myself rather than letting her take punches at me without any recoil.
I took my vegan pasta to my room and became lucid while I was eating it. I thought to myself, “This pasta doesn’t taste like much for being dream food”. So I infused it with deliciousness and made it taste yummier. The next bites were a lot better but still not fantastic. I woke up.


I was on my elementary school playground and it was kind of a gloomy day. There were guys throwing a ball to each other, so I ran out to try to get past a defender, but I couldn’t shake him. The guys started to make fun of me and bully me. They made me feel like I didn’t belong with them even though I was just as athletic as them, if not more so. One of the bullies threw a ball at my face and I became lucid from it. I think he threw it at me again and then punched me, but I made myself impervious to harm and I was unaffected. Two other bullies threw their balls at me simultaneously from opposite sides - I caught them both with my hands in the air. I stole a beer out of the hands of the 1st bully that tried to punch me, tore off the cap, and then drank some of it. Very realistic. I tossed it on the floor expecting it to break but instead it just bounced up and down, spewing beer all over the place.
I looked at one of the bullies and told him that he was only mean because he was bald since his mom gave him a stupid haircut and so he was taking it out on everybody else. I looked at another bully and told him that he was mean because he was secretly gay. I told him that I knew about him wanting to have sex with the other guys in the locker room. I whispered into his ear that it was okay to be whoever he was, and that I actually preferred him that way. I transformed him so that he was wearing fabulous clothes. His physical body changed as well. I then took control of him and made him act feminine.
I turned my eyes towards the initial bully that made me feel like I didn’t belong, that had teased me and punched me and threw a ball at my face. I told him that he was the worst of all, because he had no heart. I told him that he had no way of sharing in the pain that he inflicts upon others. I told him that he was already dead inside.
I summoned a stairway that led up to a portal. I told him that if he truly had any heart, then he would pass through the portal unfazed, but if it was as I said, then he would be teleported to a hellish world that reflected how he was inside.

Afternoon of August 4, 2015. Tuesday.



I will open this entry with a recent very vivid and somewhat disturbing dream (on some levels).

“Spaghetti Brain”

Morning of August 2, 2015. Sunday.

I am in my present home on W Street and I notice my youngest son sleeping on his left side on the floor. His head is encased in a glass aquarium filled with water. As I look more closely, I notice that the area where his hair would normally be is fleshy (though somewhat hollow) and that there are strands of (cooked) “living spaghetti” moving about in the water (somewhat worm-like) as if related to some sort of breathing function. At times, though, the “spaghetti” is much sparser and this seems cause for concern. I also see a small piece of macaroni at times (mostly above where his ears would otherwise be), which vaguely reminds me of some sort of tiny worm. He does not seem to be in distress though I still worry about whether or not this is normal. I seem more concerned when there is the least spaghetti “swimming” about and moving down and through some sort of organic structure near his neck. As vivid and surreal (and bizarre) this imagery is, I do not become lucid at any point. I continue to have deep concern about his well-being, but there does not seem to actually be anything wrong. I get the impression that there is not as much active “spaghetti” because he is in a deep sleep.

My above dream probably relates to seeing myself in the form of my son and puzzling about the nature of consciousness and still not becoming lucid in this case. It also correctly shows the nature of my consciousness in sleep (spaghetti becoming sparser in there being less critical thinking on hand).

“‘Eat me…eat me…’ and animated birds” (July 6, 1985) caught me in sleep paralysis which is normally pleasant, though this was not. A box of Kraft macaroni and cheese “dances” and rattles in the air near my head and screams “eat me eat me eat me” as I try to cover my head with my pillow. I have updated this entry with my interpretation, so am linking this particular one in this entry.

“Tornado Encounter” (November 24, 2014) has the tornado turning my old neighborhood in La Crosse into large strands of cooked spaghetti (rather than the expected debris of wood and glass and such). It also replaces the one block of Loomis Street with a bridge (not that elevated), the only time a dream has created this alteration of the setting. There is an additional concept that ties in with the Disney animated movie “Lady and the Tramp”. Even though I had updated “Tornado Encounter” fairly recently, there is still more in the decoding. The scene causes me to think of when the two dogs end up kissing accidentally due to both picking up and sucking in the same strand of spaghetti (a scene I saw numerous times as a child in television commercials). So, in knowing that a tornado is the bottom half of the Merkaba and that spaghetti is related to extensions of mental energies, this dream is showing me that I need to “pick up the strand of spaghetti” and wake up to be with my soulmate (as the “old neighborhood” is gone) so I can kiss her and not wander about in dreams so much other than when becoming lucid and seeking higher states and real knowledge (rather than conjecture). Now that I know what spaghetti lying about anywhere means, I am thus prepared.

“The Legend of Tony Karoni” (June 27, 1976), though not related to a pasta theme, does include the surname “Karoni”, naturally causing me to think of macaroni (as well as “mac” being another word for a man whose name is unknown). There also seems to be some sort of play on the idea of a “spaghetti western” (though in fact, it is supposedly called a “macaroni western” primarily in Japan). “Needle’s cell” in fact, may be a deliberate play on brain cells, this dream being about a month before my surgery on my right thumb and wrist, which is related to much of how I interpreted it at the time.

“As the Worm Turns” (May 17, 2014), which was “dream of the day” on one site on Monday, August 3, 2015, also had implications of macaroni being close to the head (and even inside the brain - taking me back to someone who was making jokes about “brain worms” regarding raisins in muffins at my father’s wake and where I just sat gasping and giggling foolishly at his audacity). In this case, the supposed “killer worms”, in dying, fall out of my hair as seemingly uncooked elbow macaroni (in a very vivid perspective). This also relates to my own conscious energy not being in my dream as I am not lucid. The potential though unacknowledged and uncontrolled “mental energies” are the worms in this case and become macaroni prior to my waking since I had not used the energies for apex lucidity. The likely play on “showing your feathers” in this dream is probably sarcasm from the Source (or a wayward orphaned tulpa) based on the line "stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni”.

Additionally, the “Tornadopillar” dream (April 3, 1982) brings to mind a dream, “The Great 'God’ Worm” (April 4, 1992) where the Merkaba is huge (appearing, in fact, as the total essence of god) and appears as a giant albino glass-like earthworm, “spinning” into my forehead like a tornado force after spending time with my wife-to-be at the top of a truncated staircase (which also seemed to be in a “divine” portmanteau setting including restaurant and observatory).

In conclusion, macaroni and spaghetti represent the energies of the human brain. The link to caterpillars and earthworms is also relevant due to their visual similarities. The difference is that caterpillars “ascend” in becoming butterflies (“lower” mental energies into ascension with soulmate union) and in contrast, the earthworm can be either microcosm or macrocosm (in either digging deep or “digging as high as possible” in the “god-like” Palouse earthworm form - or great white worm, which unfortunately is associated with the devil in some schools of thought).

There. I am glad I got this all sorted out. Thank you for reading.

Morning of November 24, 2014. Monday.

Dream #: 17,507-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



My dream starts with a vague backstory of anger in a grocery store or other business. I am unsure of what had occurred. An unknown man with whom I seem to have been annoyed comes out to shake his fist at me. I fly away to relax. I rise slowly, gaining more speed as I fly above the streets.

I land in Northside La Crosse, within a few blocks south of the Loomis Street house. A tornado approaches from the northwest. I walk into a narrow alley with tall buildings adjacent to each side (a fictitious setting). The twister seems sentient as it turns to approach my location, but I feel unthreatened. It cannot come into the narrow alley. The wind is strong but does not harm me. I stand near the end of the alleyway, enjoying the realistic sensations. It eventually “decides” to leave the area to move west up the street. (I am instinctually aware I am controlling it.)

I decide to check up on my relatives who live in the area without recall that most of them had died. The street is instead a bridge of about ten feet high. I walk across it to instinctually vivify my imaginary physicality. What looks like huge cooked spaghetti strands, about the size of sections of garden hose, cover the lawns. They are supposedly the physical remnants of the tornado.

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Before full wakefulness, I recall a comic book story (possibly from “Spooky The Tuff Little Ghost”) featuring a tornado made of spaghetti.

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Original journal entry dated Dec. 11, 2002:

I was at school learning to cook spaghetti and I could turn into a tiny blue monkey at will. When I was in human form I wore a sock over my head so nobody could tell who I was. Nobody commented on it because they thought the sock was my real face. So then I was in tiny blue monkey form cross-country skiing on the roof of a minivan and I almost fell off into the wheel-well but my friends rescued me. Oh, yeah, and the minivan could fly. The end.

Date: July 26, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB
Total Sleep Time: 7-8 'broken hours'

Fragment

An elderly couple eating spaghetti.

That's it.

Note to self: Not a good night, couldn't focus on my WILD attempt due to being stressed out about my day today. Stress and lucid dreaming does not mix!

I had a dream I went to smoke pot with half the people in my class (This would be my first time, as I don't do any drugs). On our way, a police officer stopped us. He arrested us all and we were headed downtown for execution (weird. I doubt you'd even go to jail for 6 months for possession) in x days. Time lapse to death row: We were all standing in line waiting to be beheaded. I can see my friends in line ahead of me, being killed one-by-one. When I came up to be punished, the executioner started a countdown from 15. My heart was racing. 10. I panicked, and started sobbing. 5. I begged him for my life, taking out my wallet, throwing all of $300 on the ground asking for another chance. 1. The executioner put his axe down and told me I had an honest heart or something. I remember telling everyone afterward how I survived death row.

I'm not sure of the order of these dreams, but I also remember a fragment of another where I was in my friend Diorra's room playing Guitar Hero or something. Oddly enough, the room looked a lot like my friend Josh's room.

I remember going to a supermarket or something with this weird looking Mexican guy who could find the best deals on like spaghetti. I had spaghetti last night, but other than that, this was pretty random. He also had a creepy van.

Finally, I remember going to the mall into a girl's clothing store or something of the sort, with a dancing doll on each table/rack. One doll in the store would light up, and if you touched it, then another one would start singing. If you could find this one and touch it in 15 seconds, you'd get a prize. I remember having some reason to do this. Not sure exactly why, though.