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    1. Competition. crooning meme song and everyone joins.

      by , 10-17-2020 at 07:58 AM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      I'm in a big hall with a water pool. There are many other kids there and we have competitions. You are supposed to swim as fast as you can. I am the best. There are some time for free games at the end and the leader asks us what we want to do. I say that I like to swim but that Walter (A small DC that I have never seen before) can get my game request. Tuva N is holding him. I think to myself and regret that I didn't say that we could have a flying competition. I am being more lucid but the dream ends.

      Notes: I haven't seen Tuva in a long time.

      I'm walking in the woods with dad and it's dark. We have reach a place where Daniel S and many people I know from church are resting. I start to croon a meme song and as I hum more and more people that are sleeping join me. Everyone is crooning and I am happy.

      Notes: I have seen Daniel S pretty frequently for the past weeks.

      I'm on some kind of school trip and we are viewing different things.

      There is some kind of rank requirement. The worst rank is stingray two and the best is stingray nine.

      I didn't write down my dreams in my tag book when I woke up this night. I wanted to focus on my homework this day.
    2. A Vivid Roller Coaster Adventure (control without lucidity)

      by , 09-09-2020 at 06:52 AM
      Morning of September 8, 2020. Tuesday.

      Dream #: 19,622-02. Reading time: 4 min 18 sec.



      I instinctually summon imaginary kinaesthesia to vivify and sustain my dreaming experience. It is crucial to comprehend that this process is not symbolic, interpretable, or influenced by waking life but is a deliberate attempt to become more immersed in my dream. (Summoning imaginary kinaesthesia means instinctually directing the vestibular system ambiguity resulting from the lack of viable discernment of my physical body and its orientation while in dream sleep to favor the inward illusory side of this ambiguity to increase the illusion of movement and momentum. I have indulged in this practice since I was a toddler.)

      I am also instinctually aware of Zsuzsanna sleeping close to me on my left. As a result, in my dream, she is sitting on my left in what first seems like a small open train but soon becomes a car on a roller coaster. There are no other roller coaster cars or people. (Meanwhile, Zsuzsanna is dreaming of being on a train, intimating we are in the same stage of dreaming, not necessarily transpersonal as it is a fundamental process.)

      My dream vivifies with realistic movement (correlating with my imaginary physicality) as we ride the roller coaster. I see its unusual structures ahead, but I remain unconcerned, and our ride is smooth. The landscape is similar to that along West Avenue North in La Crosse. I realize that the ride will take us to a resort that features a beach. This factor is an instinctual summoning of melatonin mediation. Water exemplifies the illusory essence and nuances of sleep. (Meanwhile, Zsuzsanna continues in the same dreaming stage. However, in her dream, she remains on the train. Rain starts to come in because of a leak in the roof.)

      At the unfamiliar resort, the beach is suddenly an indoor feature after the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity of this dreaming mode begins but favors the indoor factor. It is now more like a big indoor swimming pool. Our oldest son is now with us (even though he did not travel here with us), but he is only about ten years old. (There is no recall of our other four children at this point.) He cheerfully jumps into the water. Several other people are swimming while I sit with my legs hanging over the edge of the pool and sarcastically complain about there being no beach. At this point, because of sustained virtual melatonin mediation, I become aware our son is not resurfacing. I soon see him below the water’s surface and pull him up, and he seems to be unconscious (instinctual awareness I am sleeping). He recovers and complains about a man grabbing him underwater and doing something to his face.

      Zsuzsanna, our son, and I walk down a hall as I complain about the place and the man who may have hurt our son. A sleep-wake manager (also the manager of the resort) comes to us with another unknown male and states how he removed a small stick from our son’s nose and also intended to bring him up to the surface. Even so, I am annoyed that such a business would allow debris where people are swimming.

      In the next scene, Zsuzsanna, our son, and I are in a small room with windows encompassing three sides and benches attached to three walls. We watch an unrealistically large shark swimming around, though it does not bump the glass or pose a threat. The height of its head is higher than the windows when it is closest. (This scene was directly influenced by “Underwater” from 2020, though in the movie, it was people watching a giant fictitious oceanic creature through a window. Despite the influence, it correlates with precursory liminality that I informally call wall mediation, instinctual awareness of the concurrent division between imaginary dream space and potential waking space.)

      At a service counter, I become annoyed when the manager gives us complimentary bowls of ice cream. I knock them to the floor, as I do not want to spend any more time here, and end up leaving on my own with less of my waking-life identity. I climb up the roller coaster and attempt to ride a car back home (mistakenly perceived as Northside La Crosse, where I have not been in waking life since 1994). Even though my dream exponentially vivifies at this point, it also transitions to the emergence side of physicality and kinaesthesia. It now seems I am on a mechanic’s creeper (instead of a roller coaster car) and trying to move through a small wooden tunnel, feet first while on my back. (This type of dream state process occurs when precursory liminality becomes predominant in that I am then liminally aware of my physical body being immobile and beyond my control while sleeping. At this point, I am also instinctually aware of my sleeping position, which is mostly on my back.) I think about the unusual restrictions of the design and consider how men of a bigger size than me could not use the transportation at all. Even so, it seems likely that I will not be able to continue comfortably.

      I decide to teleport (with only vague myoclonus). I am suddenly in an unknown outdoor location in Northside La Crosse. Two people are present; an unfamiliar man and a woman (quantum model of Zsuzsanna). I tell the man that I teleported here. He seems puzzled and incredulous. I prove it to him by teleporting about six feet to the left of my present position with the sense of quickly blinking and becoming more aware of the dream state’s essence again. He cheerfully holds up his cell phone to film me in a conspiratorial manner, but I turn so that my face is out of range. I cause his cell phone to stop working. The screen cracks, and it displays what looks like an analogue television on an empty channel.

      I explain that whatever I say happens. I summon somatosensory dynamics (to augment my dream self’s sense of touch), but with big diamonds rather than eggs or coins. I open my hand to reveal an unrealistically large diamond that I give to the man. I tell him it is only worth about $30,000.00. Other diamonds appear in my hand. I give the woman one.

      In the last scene, she happily approaches me as I am leaving to remind me I had already given her a diamond on a previous day. She opens her hand to show me two large diamonds.


    3. Swimming

      by , 07-01-2020 at 01:56 PM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

      I remembered much more when I woke up but ended up doing other things. Now I just remember this.

      I'm with some people that are friendly. There is water and there is a leader telling us we have two different options. I chose the one that includes swimming so I jump into the water and start swimming.

      Notes: I remember the feeling of jumping into the water. I swam in the sea with my cousins some days ago, that's why I dreamt this.
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      non-lucid
    4. Tuesday, 9th of the 6th, 2020

      by , 06-09-2020 at 06:48 PM
      Dream 1:
      I was on a month-long road trip with my brother, around the U.S. Every night, we would stop in a different town and get dinner. In one town, there was a giant party going on, and I saw some guy dancing on the outside edge of a banister on the second story of a strip club before he promptly fell off. Clearly he was drunk, because despite falling 15 feet to the ground, he got right back up and continued dancing.
      A few nights later, we met up with our parents who were also on a trip. My Mom had decided to invite my ex-girlfriend to go with them. Very awkward, considering I had invited my girlfriend to meet me there. I forgot exactly what had happened, but I don't think there was a giant confrontation.
      After me and my brother got home, I made a remark about "surviving for an entire month in the wilderness" and he said, "Yeah, except I bought us dinner almost every night."

      Dream 2 - fragment:
      In my backyard at my house, we have a new pool. It's huge, and takes up basically the entire yard. There's a hot tub too, however it's half of the total pool area, so it's extremely big for a hot tub.
    5. Tuesday, August 7

      by , 12-20-2018 at 03:43 AM
      I am driving with Makayla and have parked in some small, exposed, and slightly elevated lot. The low walls around are tan and look to be adobe or stucco. I am going to go into a store while she waits in the car. This ‘store’ looks antiquated and like it’s from a different country. It’s made of the same material. It has dirt floors and apparently not much else. I am carrying some sort of red, woven material that folds like a windshield sun screen. It seems worn and is slightly torn in the middle. I think I’ll pick up a case of beer while I’m here. I have now ended up out on the street. It’s busier out here and looks like it might be India. I’m looking for somewhere and can’t find it, when I run into Aly. We look at the map on my phone as she tells me directions. It’s right by where I came from, so I’m not sure how I missed it. This area and its few buildings are built into a slight hill. There’s also a fairly large river running besides and under the streets. Brenton is swimming in it. I think Kassidy is here too. I get into the river too. It is wide and seems very deep. It is not exactly clear, but it doesn’t feel or look dirty. It has a fairly strong current and only a few inches between it and the road it flows under. Brenton easily flows with it, but when I get in, the current and small space to pass through almost catch me off guard. I then relax and start floating. The underside of the road looks more like a small cavern. I am now on the other side and start climbing up a dark stone carving of a gargoyle I think. It’s sloped, but I manage to hang on. I then jump off and bounce on the water a few times and never actually go under. Kat comments on it from above.
    6. Monday, August 6

      by , 12-20-2018 at 03:30 AM
      I am with Melissa at Harry’s house (it doesn’t really look like his house, but it is large and opulent). We’re going to stay the night here. Melissa leans close to me and tells me she wants to take a bath. It does sound nice. I tell her there is a hot tub outside. Rocio now comes over and says that the bath here is not good - that it’s dirty or something (I’m not sure if she heard us or if it was coincidence). I’m now thinking about where we’re going to sleep. There’s a huge tan couch in this room and a large, empty bed in another room. I wonder if we’ll have to sleep separately, but don’t think so. I think I’m going to ask somebody about the sleeping arrangements, but it’s late enough to not really matter because probably no one else will show up here, and everyone who is here will be asleep now or shortly. I do pass a room and see Rocio and Jim Fry sitting in the large, tall bed. Jim is fixing or moving her shirt by her left breast. In another room, Dad and Harry are sitting in a vast bed, both texting. I notice a TV high up on a wall that is turned on. Marilyn is in a wooden chair against a wall a ways back from the TV. She is facing it, but it looks like she might be asleep.


      Mom is driving me (and maybe also Melissa) to the place where she grew up. This two lane highway leads to a lush and rocky coastal point. I think we go past it and come back or something else unnecessary. We are here now, by some docks and a small building or two. I start swimming. I then pull myself up onto the dock; it’s slightly difficult. Tylar is doing the same and having the same struggle. Now Mom goes into a men’s bathroom after two guys come out of it. I see the women’s bathroom door is closed; this must be why she isn’t using it. I, after waiting a little bit, am about to go use the bathroom, then remember that she went in there.


      I am with Melissa in what seems to be a building with a very high ceiling. We are climbing up very steep steps/stairs on the side of a huge refrigerator? Others are doing the same thing; we start climbing faster towards the top and are the first to summit. I am now halfway back down, but over the floor, suspended by a rope? There are ready to eat pizzas set out down there. John Blomquist is down there and I’m trying to get him to get a pizza up to me. He doesn’t, and I end up on the ground anyway. We start talking, and he seems a little intoxicated. I imagine things from his state right now. There is a shelf of alcohol here there are little tear shaped bottles of wine with plastic labels over the whole bottle. I see they are 19% alcohol and think it’s a fairly large portion for that ABV.
    7. Swimming with Kim and Adventure Recruitment

      by , 10-25-2018 at 09:20 AM (The Lab Notebook)
      Awake, Non-lucid dream, Lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

      [For the second lucid in a row, I'm actually aware of the dream beginning, and it begins the same way as the last one - a visual scene emerges out of a blank nothingness, and I focus on it until it expands from a few little circles to fill my entire field of vision. This time,] I'm out in front of a big, old, two-story wooden house where some Toastmasters meetings are going to take place. I go inside to attend them, and some of my real-life Toastmasters friends are there, too. There are also visitors there, whom they are trying to recruit to Toastmasters. While I'm standing around and talking with the group, I demonstrate my ability to fly from the ground floor of the house up to the upstairs balcony. I compare it to "lifting myself by the seat of my pants" [shoutout to Dr. Seuss!] because, I notice on this particular occasion, that's roughly what it feels like when I bring my concentration to bear on the task of actuating that ability. It feels like I'm using my mental concentration to lift myself up from the small of my back and propel myself through the air. I say to the assembled DCs: "I used to be very secretive about my flying, but now I'm very open about it. I think everyone should be able to enjoy it." [And I do.]

      After the meetings are over, I walk out of the house onto the street, except where one would expect there to be a street, there is instead a big, shallow swimming pool. It is surrounded by tropical plants, and its edges go in a series of curves so that the overall shape of the pool is a big, amoeba-like blob with lots of curving pockets sticking out every which way. I walk around to one side of the pool, sit down on the edge, put my feet in the water, and think: "I wonder if I can change my clothes just by thinking about it?" I close my eyes and concentrate on what I want to happen - namely, I want to be wearing a swimsuit. I can actually feel the swimsuit form around me. When I open my eyes, I'm wearing a tankini with tribal-looking geometric patterns on it in raspberry, burgundy, and many other colors. I exclaim out loud, "Holy $#!*, I did it!" [It was a super cute swimsuit, but certainly not one I would ever choose for myself in real life. Upon reflecting afterwards, I realized that my dream body doesn't have stretch marks - or if it does, they're much less noticeable than they are in real life, since I don't remember noticing them - and it's also less fat than my real one, though not dramatically so.]

      I notice that the regular clothes I had just been wearing - jeans, button-down shirt and white sneakers - are now floating on the surface of the pool, around me. I get the rest of the way into the pool. There are two other people enjoying the pool, two guys and another woman. I realize that while my swimsuit top has shoulder straps, it also has a part that's supposed to tie together across my back, just at the bottom of my shoulder blades, and it's untied. I approach the woman (the pool is shallow enough to walk in easily) and say, "Trade you ties?" We tie the ties on each other's swimsuits, as I had just requested. She is some type of POC [most likely South Asian? I couldn't say for sure] and very pretty, and her name is Kim.

      After swimming and lounging around for a bit, the two guys, Kim, and I all get out of the pool, down at the far end of the 'street,' away from the house I had just been in. Another dream character is standing there, a petite, definitely East Asian woman
      [she reminds me of a younger Agent May from the "Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." TV series]. She asks me and the two guys to come with her; she is recruiting us for some kind of spy-adventure-type mission. [I have no idea why she ignored Kim completely, but she did.] We follow her, but I turn to say goodbye to Kim, who is now standing on the edge of the pool, as I go.

      The two guys and I follow Young Agent May into an area that looks like an ancient temple courtyard, all dusty dirt floors and high, light-yellow-tan-colored walls of rough-hewn stone that stand open to the sky. There are lots of wall segments forming corners, but there is a space off to the left that's more than big enough for a dark-brown, equally-roughly-hewn wooden table with two people sitting behind it. This is the check-in desk for the adventure/mission. Young Agent May goes over to check us in, and I look around the courtyard while the two guys start to explore. As I'm looking around, a brochure printed on unbleached brown paper appears in my hand. The title, printed in a curved swoop across the center in big, yellow letters, reads "Dole Presents: Adventures in Dole Whip."
      [Or something like that. Interestingly enough, I could read the whole thing perfectly fine. I can't remember all of it, but I'll reproduce the text I do remember.] The brochure goes on to say: "This dreamer is about to earn her title! Next Task: Create a tiny, consensually-dressed, applesauce humanoid." There's even an illustration of this little humanoid figure I'm apparently supposed to create out of applesauce. [Don't ask me what "consensually-dressed" is supposed to mean. Presumably "dressed in an outfit of its own choosing," with an undertone of "modestly dressed."]

      I wake up to the sensation of my left arm being asleep. I've fallen asleep on my left side, something I rarely do.

      [Cool! New ability! This is the first time I've ever changed my clothing at will. I guess that counts as changing my appearance, although I really meant changing an aspect of my physical body.]
    8. Wednesday, July 25

      by , 08-31-2018 at 08:13 PM
      There is a lake, fairly small but very long. The scenery is like that of Frenchmans lake. I am swimming and swimming faster than is humanly possible. I make it to the far side of the lake. There are what seem like the cargo compartments of semi trucks? that I climb on top of. It seems they’re at the end of an ocean? (it seems really calm). It seems to be twilight. I think I’m going to jump into the water.
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    9. Dream Journal Entry #7: A Red Headed Flirt, Some Black Slime, and Saving BB's Life!

      by , 06-07-2018 at 04:40 PM
      Dream: I'm on the plant floor at work playing soccer with DR and his kids. We're using tiny yellow balls. I try to put it through DR's legs to no avail.

      Dream: I enter an outdoor food plaza. The boardwalk is made of wood and so are the stores. I walk past a few places and stop at the burrito store. I was wet and hungry. Without making notice, the outdoor plaza transforms into an indoor plaza, yet still made of sanded wood planks. I get in line and notice a cute girl with red hair and she orders a bag of different things to fill her burrito with. I order a vegan wrap. The girl working the counter had black hair and a down-to-earth attitude. I asked if I could have both asparagus and curry tofu in the burrito. She gave the impression that my request was an inconvenience and that it would get her in trouble with her boss so I told her it wasn't a big deal if she wanted to withhold the asparagus. She was irritated but kept the asparagus on anyways in spite of my consideration. As I got my sandwich I went to say something to the cute, curly, red-headed girl but I was too quiet and she didn't hear me so I pretended like I was coughing because I was nervous. She walked behind me to speak with the cashier and asked if she could have her burrito made there. Now I spoke up (about what I can't remember) and we flirted for a bit. We walked into a seating area with Japanese aesthetic, but before I had the chance to do anything, the chef of the restaurant leaned around the corner and asked someone what the size limit was for recyclable Kombucha bottles. I spoke up and said "2L" although I had no reason to. She thanked me and disappeared behind the wall. Next, myself and the red-head went swimming in many different pools, all which had the Japanese aesthetic. She was running ahead of me so I happily followed her. She would take a dip in the pool and so I did as well. We arrived at, and dived into, a pool which rested near the edge of a cliff. There was a thin layer of fog obscuring the view off the edge, which rolled in between the wooden braces supporting the wooden ceiling. She asked me if I wanted to swim and I agreed. We embraced one another and swam, kicking our feet in synchronicity. She push away from, got out of the pool and playfully gestured for me to chase her. I happily obliged and we left from under the covered pool into the open ones. She dived into a very deep pool, which had a wooden plank on an axis. I leaped for the end of the plank and my weight drove the plank to the bottom of the pool. I noticed there was a man rock-climbing a blue wall in the water. The red-head was swimming gracefully. Suddenly a thick liquid hit me from above in the water. It's black and I assume it's a bird's dropping. I see a bird appear in front of me which I instinctively push away. The black liquid becomes thick and it becomes hard to swim. It spreads down from my hand to my shoulder and here the dream ends...

      Dream: The dream has a cartoonish, picasso-esque appearance. There is a king, being carried by four men on a litter (man-powered vehicle without wheels). He can only reach his destination so long as he has no apples on his litter. Myself and others are tossing apples onto the litter and the king's servant is eating each one. Eventually the servant becomes exhausted and full, but continues to eat the mass of apples. We've stopped for the night and are sitting around a fire...

      Dream: I'm walking to a building with the dogs (my friend group) and I notice a group of female lions approaching and I yell to the dogs to climb on top of the building. I get out and I see most of my friends make it. A few get scratches and bite on their legs or arms. BB gets fully bitten in the torso by one lion. We all free him from it and bring him to the roof. His heart was hanging from a gaping hole in his chest and was white and the size of a brussel sprout. My friends are pressuring me to save him. I have no idea how to sow a heart back together and I tell all my screaming friends so. They tell me to just do it so I do. I turn over the tiny white heart, which spurts a misty gas which smells horrible. I put it back in his chest and sew his skin back together. He gets up immediately as though he was never injured...

      Total Dream Sign Count
      Inner Awareness = 4
      Action = 4
      Form = 11
      Context = 5

      Total LD's/Dream = 0/7 = 0%

      Please comment and let me know if you think I missed some dream sign classifications in the journal entry!

      P.S: During the day I remember trying to persuade people not to inconvenience themselves. At work I was doing a time study and the worker told me he needed a weld tech and which point I told him not to worry about it, and that it wouldn't effect the study, but mostly to convey that I didn't really care and he could work without feeling pressured to be efficient. This mirrors the moment with the cashier and the burrito. This is the second dream (not included in my journals) where I have seen my friend BB who was been chomped by some animal on the chest. The first dream, he was crushed by the jaws of a massive crocodile but I was too distraught to do anything but cry. This dream, with the lions, I chose to do something about it.
    10. Dream Journal Entry #2: Whales Below, Pterodactyls Above, and Dirty Monkeys in Between!

      by , 06-02-2018 at 02:40 PM
      I had just had a day of adventure with my friends. Or so it seemed. We’re floating on pool chairs next to a forest in a deep meandering ocean river. I see the outline of a whale and become a little nervous but I remain calm. I tell my friends and we laugh and enjoy the sight of the whale. I dip my head under to see it. Then I return to the surface and my friends are still playing and laughing when I notice a pterodactyl and it’s babies screeching from above. I yell to them to dive under. We all do so and wait for the birds to leave. My friends swim to the top before I do.

      I see the whale and stare at it for a few seconds as it stares at me. I try to swim to the top but I’m barely making progress. I begin to panic so I take off my shirt and swim harder, it seems like there is an iron stoker in my pocket. I make it to the top and immediately head for the forest. My friends are nowhere in sight.

      I notice these small monkey-creatures who had covered themselves in dirt running at the base of the trees launch themselves up into the trees to hide in the canopies.
      I unconsciously shapeshift into one of these monkeys and cover myself in dirt and jump into the thick of the canopy to escape the birds. As I dismount from the treetops, I’m gripping the circumference of the tree and sliding down, stripping the bark from the tree, which I imagine is painful but I almost noticed it didn’t hurt. What a dream!

      Total LD's/Dream = 0/2 = 0%
    11. Thank you 1 DILD 1 DEILD

      by , 04-11-2018 at 06:30 PM (Inner World حلم Gamma Waves)
      I am with my brother and we seem to have broken in to a very expensive house. We could see body guards left and right as the lights were off with only security lights flashing in a few directions. It would seem they already knew something was wrong as they were looking around around in a suspicious manner. My brother took one direction as I lunge in to a near by lake stream with in the building.

      I began swimming and was stunned that inside the water I had no issue breathing in it. I eventually get to a gate that was closed and open it. I swim further and found myself in a room. I decided to sleep there for a bit and wake up to see the sun rise. I get up and was surprise that I still have not been caught by anyone. I go to the closet to see what luxury clothes were available for me.

      I am checking things out I hear someone knock on my door. It was a see through front door with numerous artistic line designs. I see my brother there and decide to open the door to talk to him. Somehow he had manage to convince everyone that we were apart of the group. I look at him wondering what did he wanted. He told me that all of this is boring. I had finally met him again.

      He saw no point in anything that was happening around us. He already knew I was lucid and ask me why waste my time here? I told him I had no reason to talk about this. I pick up a small wrap tortilla and ate it. I told him I just want to feel at peace. He then tells me that the real world is better than this and that there are greater things out there. Walking around the complex I tell him I am simply not interested in talking about this and to go bother someone else.

      I then walk out the huge front doors to see what I could find. He states something that sounded like an disappointment and use dream control to run really fast. He was gone. I did wish to talk to him but in all honesty not right now. I still need time. I decided to roam around a bit longer seeing a gathering of people clapping towards a presentation. After awhile I randomly talk to a few people before I could feel my awareness preparing to wake itself up.

      I use DEILD to continue my lucidity in the next scene. However despite becoming aware again, my consciousness was reacting badly. I could feel so much ringing and this loud beating sound in my head. I could see the where I now was in the new landscape but my awareness was too unstable. So I decided it was best to wake up.
    12. Fun with Unreal Flood

      by , 02-06-2018 at 08:22 AM
      Morning of February 6, 2018. Tuesday.



      In this dream, I sustain the water induction stage and create the concept of a world flood, but I am mainly focused on how many different ways the dream state can render it wrongly while remaining vivid and while I remain at least partly lucid.

      The setting seems to be a large city. I have a lot of fun walking and running on the surface of the ocean and riding the tidal waves toward the city, which is mostly already covered by floodwaters. I also go underwater at times (though my dream self can always breathe underwater, as it is just the dream state and the dream self’s “physical body” is just an illusion anyway).

      There are some obvious errors in rendering which I focus on with amusement.

      At one point, I am swimming, but the water’s surface seems solid, though soft. Still, I slide over it on my stomach, somewhat unrealistically. In the distance, I see the tops of skyscrapers, though barely visible, emerge from the water and then sink again. This is based partly on the slope of the water’s surface changing at times.

      At another point, I realize that the skyscrapers are miniature buildings. Some of them are not even as wide as my computer desk but imply a number of windows on each side. Still, I see them as normal buildings. Lesser waves, caused by my swimming, the water dynamics being far more realistic at this point, hit the buildings and I hear glass breaking, with the illogical impression that the small pieces of glass are going down to the bottom (inside) floors of the skyscrapers. I find interest and enjoyment in this situation for several minutes (mainly because it is the semi-lucid dream state and I can create and destroy whatever I want, the breaking glass sometimes sounding more like wind chimes).

      At another point, I find amusement in how there is a dry area between a number of miniature buildings (again, still implied to be a real and normal-sized city) with the water somehow kept back by an invisible wall in this particular area (at least one city block implied), though it is not perceived as an invisible wall by my dream self, only an erroneous dream rendering, which I actually start to make fun of in my dream. That is, I am making fun of the dream state and its inability to be consistent or render the setting realistically in this particular case, actually speaking aloud (my dream self’s voice that is) to the dream itself.

      I play around with the setting and various dynamics for a long time before waking. I mentally will new buildings to appear at times, and then bring the floodwaters to them. There is no evidence that the city is inhabited by miniature people. I am the only one present in my dream manipulation. There is not even any indication of RAS mediation, dominant or otherwise (though this is mainly because it is not the last dream of the sleeping period, where things like needing to wake and go to the bathroom are not yet dominant factors).


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    13. Chasing an eel

      by , 12-18-2017 at 11:20 AM (BahamutZERO's dreams)
      A very bizarre one, and I only remember small fragments, but I'll try my best to describe it...

      The dream was in some sort of an underwater cave system. I could swim like a fish and breathe underwater.

      One of the cave entrances had a bar. When I entered the bar, there was somehow no water inside, it just looked like a normal bar above the sea level, but regardless, the bartender was a fish with a mustache. He was cleaning a beer glass. There was no way to get behind the counter, but in the middle of the room was a box. I pushed it so I could jump over. When I got behind the counter, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey but the bartender didn't care.

      In another scene, for some reason I had to chase a derpy eel called Gustenbiebel. Little did I know that he also had an evil twin brother, Kwistenbiebel*. They both lived in a separate cave, but their entrances looked similar. I chased Gustenbiebel, lost him for a bit, and momentarily I saw from some point of view other than my own that he fled into his cave. So I swam to his cave, but I accidentally entered Kwistenbiebel's cave instead, and I was stuck there. Kwistenbiebel looked rather hungry. Fortunately, that's where the dream ended at, it seems.

      (* "kwistenbiebel" is a Flemish word that means something like "moron"... "gustenbiebel" is just something my dream made up)

      Updated 12-18-2017 at 11:25 AM by 57251

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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    14. 17-04-30 Nightly Swim in Deep Pool

      by , 05-05-2017 at 02:30 AM
      I was swimming in an outdoor pool. I was doing crawl, and going ludicrously fast. I'd lost track of the time, night had fallen. Someone looked at me with a look that said "you're still here"? Everybody else had already left quite a while ago.

      I remember diving in this pool, and it was impossibly deep. Like the closet leading to Narnia, this pool was at least a hundred feet deep, had rocks and algae in it, and had all sorts of fish in it... even some extremely large species the size of whales... it was actually kind of creepy, in the typical way deep water always scares me. The unknown, not knowing what's lurking in the dark beneath you. You could not see the bottom of this pool, and large beasts lurked everywhere.

      I got out of the pool at the end, and walked over to (presumably) my towel to dry myself.
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      non-lucid
    15. Rescuing Shark or Girl

      by , 03-10-2017 at 09:53 AM
      Morning of March 10, 2017. Friday.



      I am swimming under the ocean (and I can breathe underwater as in many previous dreams since early childhood). I am near the ocean bottom. The imagery is beautiful. A shark swims toward me but turns and swims to my left as we move past each other and I am not threatened or even acknowledged in any way. There are other fish, including sharks, here and there.

      I soon notice a submerged bus on the ocean floor. It appears to be empty but I decide to explore. Eventually, covering the bus, is what I assume to be long equidistant strands of some sort of seaweed, and yet oddly, it looks more like green Christmas tinsel garlands arranged vertically around the perimeter of the bus, each about a foot apart. They sway with the ocean current and actually seem to “reach out” at times. They establish a sense of joy though I remain puzzled about this seeming setting distortion.

      Curiously, my dream temporarily becomes a dream within a dream, of viewing sparkling Christmas ornaments and swaying garlands. I seem to circle intricately decorated Christmas trees and look deep within their branches and feel intense joy. Soon though, I am back under the ocean in the original setting.

      I swim into the bus through the open doors at the front right side. The driver’s seat is empty and it looks like the whole bus may be empty. I swim towards the back. I notice a human body (female) wrapped up in transparent plastic, in a middle seat on the right, wrapped with a cord around the middle. For a short time, a potential (flight symbol) waking prompt distorts the scene and the inside of the bus seems more like the inside of an airplane where men would line up on each side to be ready to parachute (and all the singular one-person seats face outwards now instead of towards the front of the bus). I try to focus more and the bus temporarily becomes a separating construct of giant ribs after an impression of thin white splitting plastic, pieces of the seats floating outwards and upwards. However, I am soon back in the original setting.

      I look at the girl’s face through the plastic. She is unfamiliar but alive. Her eyes glow brightly as she smiles. There is something I do with my mind that I do not recall ever doing before (which also occurred in another dream of this date). I think it has something to do with a dream of May 18, 2015 (“Unusual Bird”), except in that dream, I was watching the event happening to someone else from a distance. It has something to do with deliberately superimposing the essence of your face onto a dream character’s face (almost like forcing a three-dimensional “mirror” around the person’s head, yet internally and externally at the same time). There is an extraordinary sensation and skewed awareness that cannot be accurately described. (I also get a vague impression that this may be the supposed “new” entity or “contact” from a few other dreams.)

      For a moment, her head becomes that of a shark (though somewhat anthropomorphic as it looks directly outward from the otherwise vertical body), but changes back, seemingly implying a playful sense to demonstrate an ability to quickly change. I carry her out of the bus (though still with the plastic around her) and swim up to an underwater cliff. Perhaps she is a shark but I still think she should be rescued. I carry her over my left shoulder as I swim.

      From here, there is intense and vivid fractal imagery which flashes and turns. I am still seemingly underwater though and continue to “swim” through the surreal patterns. I also see flashing Mandelbrot patterns.

      I watch an orange octopus (which seems ambiguously entwined within the spiraling fractal imagery for a time). There is more than one at times. Looking from underneath the octopus at one point, I get the impression of a billowing and waving skirt, which temporary becomes such an image for a short time. The octopus imagery is very detailed and correct at first. However, there is one point where I see an “octopus” that seems to have virtually endless tentacles. It sits on the cliff.

      My dream shifts into more fractal images and impressions of the shiny patterns inside oyster shells.

      As I wake, I experience the most unusual hypnic jerk I have ever had. It feels like numerous small tendrils of electricity grabbing my foot and lower leg and lifting it up. My entire leg moves upward as I wake before it drops back onto our bed. (I had been sleeping in a position where part of my right side and much of my stomach is on the mattress.) Typically, hypnic jerks and other waking muscle movement (other than my nightly back spasm) are not this sustained (though my leg usually does jump a bit) and I do not recall feeling individual tendrils of energy “grabbing me” or “attempting to lift me” like this before. It was very strange and interesting…and something new and appreciated (regardless of it being somewhat startling, although because the effect is similar to a dream I had in America where the energy of Zsuzsanna’s essence was fully felt upon me, it did seem external - though I am not sure of the source - if it was Zsuzsanna, who was sleeping near me at the time, I do not recall her “sending” this way before).


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      lucid
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