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Meet the Virgin Rainbow, the most beautiful opal in the world

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Published on Aug 13, 2015

An opal so fine it has been valued at over $1 million is about to go on public display for the first time.

Our world produces some incredible rocks. Take the opal, a precious stone that forms out of silica, in the dark under the surface of the earth. When cut and polished, it flashes with a gorgeous array of colours, from pale milky hues to deep reds and blacks.

Now, an opal that has been named the finest ever unearthed will be making its public debut next month as the centrepiece of an exhibition opening at the South Australian Museum, Adelaide.

Called the Virgin Rainbow, it was discovered in the opal fields of Coober Pedy by opal miner John Dunstan in 2003.

It's actually an opalised fossil, from an extinct cephalopod called belemnitida that existed during the Mesozoic era. During that time, much of South Australia was under a vast inland sea filled with prehistoric aquatic reptiles called plesiosaurs. These died and sank to the bottom of the sea, buried over the millennia by sediment.

When the sea dried up and the land turned into a desert, the acidity levels in the shallow top layer of the sandstone increased. This released silica from weathering sandstone into the layer of clay beneath, where bones and pockets left by disintegrated bones lay buried, carried down via groundwater.

Further weathering lowered the acidity levels, which allowed the silica gel to harden into opals in the pockets and impressions left by decayed animal material, like cake poured into a mould, or to soak into bones and create a replica of the internal structure.

The famous Australian opal fields of Coober Pedy are located in this region. No other environment in the world is known to have undergone this same process, which is possibly why over 90 percent of the world's opals come from South Australia.

Here it is (!!!)

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https://youtu.be/N7TV8PJViz8

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My BobV Dream from the day he Crossed-Over

It is from a dream remote viewing experiment.

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Is week 9s target A (Kiml) King George Square, Brisbane, Australia?

After asking for a dream of target A (Kiml) I just woke from this dream.

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I wake up at the root of a wide-trunk tree, (Banyan Tree?)

I lean to my left to see around the trunk a bit and there is a person sitting, meditating. I notice I'm sitting cross-legged (was I just meditating?). I stand. There are a few meditaters around the tree. As I move away I see meditaters on lower ground but still in the shade of this tree.

A man moved off and I follow him (grey long floral-stripey tunic). Interestingly, I have to do my wobbly (neuropathic) walk to keep-up with him. I ask him where he is from. He asks me "Do you know about the (muslim-Indian) catastrophe?".

It is to hard for me to keep up with him on my neuropathic feet. I watch him stride accross a wide city road. Then I turn to go back to the Tree.

I look right, standing still and realise I am in Brisbane.

I am looking down on King George Square from Anne and Roma Street. (EOD)

Awake I Googled here is the best article I found:

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No Cookies | The Courier-Mail

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When I lived in the West End in 1977-87 the square had grass and a fountain but in the dream I just woke from, it was all cement and very hot looking.

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It is 8am Saturday 1-February-2014. I am watching TV. Maybe the (Muslim, India) catastrophe is this:

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India's LGBT community crushed by decision to uphold a ban on homosexuality

MICHAEL EDWARDS UPDATED*WED 29 JAN 2014, 1:42 PM

AEDTMembers of India's gay and lesbian community say they're crushed by the decision of the country's highest court to uphold a ban on homosexuality.

The Indian Supreme Court dismissed an appeal against its judgement last December which re-criminalised gay sex.

That decision, which was supported by India's main religious groups, reimposed a maximum penalty for homosexual sex of life imprisonment.

Here is the link:

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India's LGBT community crushed by decision to uphold a ban on homosexuality - ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)

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Here is the link to my Black Hole dream where my skull is beginning to opalize. Sorry can't find it.

The dream I had was so vivid and so normal that it could be interchangeable with reality... I was going through the hallway to my office at my workplace. It was morning and it was dark. I unlocked the door and got to my desk. I connected my computer to a grid and started the OS W10. Then I went through e-mails. Nothing out of ordinary, some spam for immediate deletion and some other mails for reading and to deal with...
Then I opened my other e-mail client(Gmail) and there was one mail for me from someone who is very unlikely to write me. I opened it and there was something like apologizing poem. I didn't know what to think of it. I didn't know what to write as reaction... My mind was blank. I closed the client and went to laboratory thinking about possible answers... contemplating about possible outcomes.

Remarks
I think, this could be something like premonition... It is not sure when this could happen if it will happen, but it could be at the days when there is a dark morning... november, december, january...
It doesn't need to be premonition, of course. But I will have a record of it, if it is the one
I know what I would write now... To deny forgiveness means to leave myself in the denial and to shift to the wrong side of the conflict.

Morning of September 24, 2015. Thursday.




Firstly in my dream, I seem to be living in the Stadcor Street house in Brisbane, but it eventually transforms into a much larger structure that seems partly embedded in a mountain, as there are rooms that are like caves later on. Prior to the shifting setting change, there is a young male that appears to have some sort of medical problem. He claims to have a toothache that is supposedly related to a headache even though the “headache” (the source being near the top of his head and related to a protruding blood vein) is somehow in his jaw. The male reminds me of a younger version of my wife’s brother George (Gyorgy). I ask him if I can help in any way, but he seems more annoyed by the present living arrangements than his continuous pain and potential nearing demise.

There are two other people in the house who may be younger versions of two of our children (oldest son and daughter). At one point, I teach some Russian, but it is mainly only two rows of audio-based prompts on a computer screen and primarily relates to pronouns, including variations of “I” and “me”; “ya”, “menya”, and “mne”. Over time, I become aware of there being more people around.

There is seemingly a nuclear explosion in the distance, but very loud in my dream’s immediate setting. When I look out, however, it looks quite odd, like narrow clustered columns of pink and orange smoke rising high into the sky in the distance, right on the horizon (from an unknown city). This seems to mean that modern society, for the most part, no longer exists. I notice our home seems to be isolated and within a composite of desert and meadow, with no signs of any other buildings. However, I still hear several dogs barking at the distant explosion, which almost seems to be a good sign.

We now live in an unusual composite of large cave and house, though with a layout somewhat like a shopping mall, with a public court and an additional adjoining building or group of buildings. Someone (unknown) says that the monster can now leave - which relates to the nuclear event somehow or the fact that there are not many people left in the world for it to terrorize. A door is opened somewhere in the cave-building that had kept the monster trapped, and the front door to outside is also opened. The “monster” leaves on its own accord after randomly wandering through various rooms to find its way out. It looks like an ordinary warthog as it passively walks out the main entrance. There is no threat or drama or concern of any kind at all at this point.

Later, I go to another building (part of the same settlement) and wander through the halls. I warily notice an unusual lump and weight pulling down the skin of my left forearm as well as minor burns and scabs. I realize I have something inside my arm. I carefully shuffle the hard object forward and out through the scar on my wrist (from my accident as a toddler) and it is a rectangular piece of thin metal, almost as wide as my wrist. Another similar object comes out after, which is like partly reflective glass of a similar size and shape (possibly part of a small mirror). The sensations and progressive movement are extraordinary “realistic” (though possibly more like pushing something under a shirt sleeve out through the cuff as I do not feel much pain). I feel my arm to make sure no other objects are in it. I “realize” that this probably happened when I was sleeping on a bed full of junk and the objects somehow got into my arm without me noticing until now (which is of course, a false memory as I do not sleep on a bed full of metallic junk, sharp objects, and wires as implied).



I go back and give the objects (and a few other bits of junk I found in the building) to the leader of the settlement (who seems to be actor Clancy Brown). At this point I tell him how the objects perhaps grew inside me somehow with regard to chemicals in the air, perhaps. He seems only mildly interested in the event but still wants everything I have. As we walk through a doorway back into the building (no longer with cave features) I had been staying in, I see two fancy car keys lying on the floor just inside the doorway with some apparently discarded documents. They have an atypical appearance; other than somewhat floral regarding the shape on one end, very slightly paperclip-like in part of the form only. I consider that if I pick them up and keep them for myself, the leader might not like it when he finds out, so I point them out saying, “look at those keys”. The leader says, rather egotistically, “I’ll just take these keys”. His behavior brings mild amusement. He then asks me what year they are from as if that is important and I say “1961” but then consider that “1961” might actually be a serial number unrelated to the date (though do not mention this). (The imagery is curious, as the number looks the same right-side-up as it does upside-down.)

In the final scene, I am sitting in a hall with several others of various ages. One (unknown) teenage girl in the opposite corner (opposite an implied perpendicular continuation of the hall) starts complaining about everything in a pessimistic and defeatist rant, and, even though there are only about a hundred people left on the planet, I tell her that I do not want to listen to her “f–ked up fantasies” (in the sense that they are negative and of no use, including trivial gossip and pointless opinions of others in the hall). From here, I feel cheerful and completely optimistic and ignore her otherwise depressing prattle, especially as I get the impression there will be a self-sustaining community expanding soon.

Nice to get an epic again. Hope this signals continuing return of recall.

+ military theme, mech girl, bike ride
I see trucks carrying huge missiles drive by.

I'm standing outside in daylight at an intersection with a cute girl inside a big mech warrior suit. I'm talking to her but she doesn't respond. At one point I stick my hand which is wearing a light and loose glove into the mech's arm/leg and some moving gears inside catches the glove. I realize that my hand is stuck and is getting pulled slowly but surely close to the moving gears which will probably at least take off a finger. I manage to dislodge my hand (by pressing on some lever on the mech?). I'm asking the girl something, but she just turns away and walks off with the mech into some trees, then heads back to the road and (I think) to camp. I think if I should try to follow her.

Follow on foot, or on bike? I'm then riding a bike (thought of my father?), like my old Schwin 5-speed with the banana seat and high handle bars. There is only one hand brake, on the left handle bar, and I use it to stop. I think about trying the pedals to see if there is a brake there, but there is no bake on the pedals. I'm riding down some hills, and I stop and turn around and ride back up.

+ epic: baseball stadium, colleagues, terrorists, space ship, captive?

I'm in a parking lot outside the stadium. Cars are parking. I'm on foot but want to find a parking spot. There aren't many spots left in the preferred parking. I walk to the normal lot and there are plenty of spots here, but people continue to arrive. I go to the parking ticket dispenser. I'm standing in a spot that I want to park in, but how can I reserve it, I need to keep this spot and go get my car and park here. Should I leave the ticket here on the ground?

Inside the baseball stadium, I enter and am at a concession stand. At the stand buying food is my old colleague from company R (then company N), WaDo. He's there with his young son [false]. He has a mustache and kind of crazy-looking "Einstein" hair. He son looks just like him, just a lot smaller, including the mustache! I'm standing nearby him and as he turns away from the counter and his gaze passes over me, I wave energetically and say "Hi, W!" and wait for him to notice me. But he seems not to recognize me. He's approaching some stairs going down and I talk to him some more. He stops to talk to me and places his tray on the top of the banister, but he misses and the tray falls to the ground, he doesn't seem too upset about this, he just says "Oh." Then he mentions that he never got that email from me about <something>. Then I "remember" that I did indeed forget to send it, it wasn't critical though just some question.

I see then colleague JiMa (company 3), he looks quite accurate. We're walking down the stairs, and I'm saying "do you know who that was? That was WD, the architect of the P-engine at (company R), he worked with famous guy JC on the application Q!"

I'm concerned about my ticket, it doesn't seem to have a seat assignment on it in the stadium. I take it out and it just has a number "58" (?) on it. My wife gave me these ticket stubs, maybe I'm missing the seat assignment. JM says that I should have the PDF file that contains the information.

I'm inside my room with my wife and (younger) kids. I see a door and go out. There's a second door beyond the first door, but I can't reach it without letting the door to my room close. I go out and the door to my room closes. I then go out the second door. I'm in a narrow twisty corridor with lots of unmarked doors. I start to panic and want to get back to my room. The corridor floor is curved (like the cross-section of a slide) and colored with "dots" (?). I'm moving through sequences of doors and finally emerge to a large open area.

The first thing I see is another concession stand but it's just a bar. I think "oh, so this is where my son went," to sneak away from us and drink beer. I see my son sitting nearby with a friend and expect to see a glass of beer in his hand but he's not drinking beer actually. I also see the end of some amusement ride: it is a stand-up ice slide. People wear slippery attachments to the their feet/legs and balance standing up as they slip down the twisty frozen slide. I see some attachments on legs that look like casts (for broken legs).

I hear no noise from the crowd and I think that means our team is probably losing. JM is there again with me. At some point someone narrates about tall glass buildings where the glass reflects the light and it gets in everybody's eyes.

I'm standing in a corridor and there are 3 suspicious looking guys. Their faces are covered by black balaclavas, and they have a lot of things strapped to big vests that they're wearing. I clearly see a hand grenade attached to one guy's vest, eventually I think he's carrying 3. They're all acting very nervous and are continually fidgeting and adjusting their gear, opening zippers and pulling out things and attaching them to their vests and then closing the zippers. I think they're terrorists.

I'm in a space ship, we're preparing for a massive battle with many other ships. Now the critical auction for ammunition is beginning. Our captain steps up (a man at this point), he's very experienced at munitions auctions and we urge him to hurry. He quickly steps up and says "15,000 for 15,000!" He ends up buying 355 missiles. These missiles are then placed as golden squares on the consoles around our ship. There is a lot of room for more missiles on extended munitions systems, but they say that these extensions are not reliable.

I'm walking through the ship talking to somebody (JM from baseball?), and am feeling confident that with 355 missile we'll triumph. I say "we'll (use lasers?) on the easy targets and mop up the rest with the missiles" (?). Our captain is now a young woman, and I point her out to my friend and say she is an extremely talented captain. I'm searching for the right phrase, and say "she's the Mozart of space ship captains."

I'm now wearing a vest with lots of pockets on it, and apparently I'm a captive being taken somewhere. I check my pockets and think that I put something in the pockets back in the baseball stadium. I feel for a small item but nothing is there. I'm looking for a weapon, like a knife. In a room I see a scalpel and a small round black plastic rubber ring/plug in a zip-lock baggie by a door, but I don't pick it up. I think I'll find something else in some room. I'm walking with (my captors?) through the rooms in the ship, and when we reach an intersection, they walk forwards and I quickly zip into the side passage (which is just another entrance to the same room it turns out), and I'm continuing to search for a weapon to hide but don't find anything. At this point a young man with black hair (who is the son of other colleagues from company K who got married), he's looking harried and is also a captive/stowaway.

Fragments

I see a line for a new amusement park ride, it's a grey day. The ride looks like a shifting, neon pink floor. It shifts to the sides and people have to balance as they walk through. It looks like it would be bad for my knees. I see a creepy, middle-aged guy in the line among all the kids. Is he a predator? People swarm around him and he reluctantly walks away.

A vague memory of being told, or maybe just realizing; this is your dream character you must remember. (!)

I'm enter a bookstore in a modern shopping mall. I'm waiting for a friend to finish looking through the books by a shelf on the wall. It's as if the mob is now here and has singled out a guy I know from school claiming he stole a book, it's even a book he already owns apparently. He is angry and yells he did nothing. The gang hones in with a sense of righteous indignation. I try to pull them off, this is not the way to handle this. I'm scared of being swept up in the fury.

Suddenly outside the bookstore in the hall of the mall, the guy pulls out the book and shows he paid for it, the sales rack outside has the right price on it. People drift away shamefully. I know they blamed him only based on how he looks, very rough and tumble. A guy who was in the mob who I tired to stop awkwardly tries to start small talk by a sales shelf, says everyone's a but hungover today. I just nod and say "yeah".

Back in the bookstore, I wait for my friend again. I see a man dressed in an elaborate steampunk style. I see some old Penguin classics on sale, 3 for 1.

With another friend I walk away from the store down the halls of the mall. I mention the books I bought and I offer to give her one. She says she would rather have a 10€ gift card to somewhere. We enter an elevator and as we press the button to go to the top floor the elevator goes so fast that everything shifts and smears. The doors open and there is only an overflowing trash can with a McDonald's employee trying to empty it. The doors close and we go down a floor. The elevator opens again and we see the same scene. Immediately there is a weird sense, how can this be? We turn to each other and then turn back and see that we are on a new floor, the trash can and employee (who was looking very stern) are gone. Weirdness. We get off to try to get into the restaurant proper.

Trying to get back into dreaming stuff.

So im writing this a little bit late, but its better than not writing it at all.

I find myself in some sort of futuristic building, with blue lights around me in tight hallways. I have a red and blue shot gun in my hands as I am in danger. Servitors from the game destiny, appear and tha map goes into lockdown, sounding alarms and closing certain path ways. I fight the servitors with my shotgun successfully and fight my way out into what looked to be a junkyard full of old metal and trash. when I walk out of the building, the exit is very tall and wide, and then a dragon appears at the exit after I have left and it sees me. I quickly run behind a pile of metal as it starts breathing fire outward towards me. I can see the flames shooting around the pile of metal I am hiding behind and I can feel the heat of the flames. I then wake.

With a poignant story, To the Moon explores the premise of two doctors completing a patient's final wish before his passing. The dream started off in the game; I laid on the floor face down as the screen fades into pitch blackness. Not too long into the game, I found myself inside the accompany of a ghostly figure lurking beneath the shadows. I barely made out who he or she was; I barely opened my eyes.

"Don't worry, Sxerks. The doctors will be here shortly." Those were the words of a carer of mine, Lily. Lily was originally a babysitter, but ever since the passing of my girlfriend, she had cared for me. Like, a girlfriend would. Suddenly, I felt extremely ill. She had pulled me upstairs, and into bed, where she sat by my side. Soon enough, the doctors arrive. They examined that the illness was terminal, and that I had two days to live.

Lily felt devastated. Her hands were covered in tears streaming down her soothing face. The doctors comforted Lily, and asked whether I had any last wishes. She replied that I've always wanted to travel to the moon. I've always had the curiosity of what the moon was like. Ever since the passing of my girlfriend, I promised myself that I would see her again in the moon. After all, her last words were: "We'll meet again soon..."

Each night, I found myself with someone. She may not be physically there, but spiritually, she's with me. Each night, she would write on the blackboard what she wanted me to do. One night, it was "We'll meet in the moon"; the next night, it was "You're not alone". But tonight was different, she wasn't there. She wasn't by my side when I needed it the most; when I felt terminally ill.

The doctors agreed to take me to the moon. Traversing back through all of my nostalgic memories, I often found myself pondering and contemplating about what I've experienced during my life. Soon enough, the most tragic and hardest memory they've come across was when I was in my late childhood years. It was a misty morning of 2009, my family and I travelled to the vet to pick up my dog who was extremely ill. As soon as we walked into the room, the vet, depressed as she was, broke the depressing news. Her face broke into dejection, as she delivered the news. Our dog was terminally ill, and was taken out of its misery.

The family broke into tears, but they're not as affected as I am. I stood there, frozen, because I didn't believe the news. Or, at least, I didn't want to believe the news. I slowly walked to the draped curtains, and saw my dog lying on the bench. I tried to talk to the dog, but to no avail. I wanted the final say before we left in disconsolate.

Soon enough, the doctors manage to find a way to take me to the moon. I hopped into the rocket ship and waited. The rocket took off; the stars were beautiful close up, and guess who was waiting on the moon? My girlfriend. I had kept my promise and saw my girlfriend, as the heart monitor came to a final dead line.

23 September 2015

Her name? She had no name as far as I knew or if she did I never had a chance to know it. I suppose “Kimmerle” would be a fitting name for her. A name that means “grief and trouble.”

Kim’s profession is still fuzzy to me, I’m not even sure if she had one per se but as I observed the events of her life unfold from her point of view throughout the duration of this dream it was clear that, at least for a time, she was embarking on some investigative journalism. It began during the day, there was a party being held in what appeared to be the basement of Victory Bible (a church I attended when I was younger). This woman’s intentions were unclear but as far as I could surmise she was attempting to get some intel on an older gentlemen who was attending the party. He was sitting in the back while everyone else was enjoying the party. He was an elderly man, with little hair left on his scalp. He wore glasses and white polo shirt with cackies. She sat with him and spoke about…something. I can not well remember what that something was but I know that it pertained to the personal lives of a number of the people at this party and that if word of their conversation got around there would be repercussions. It is for this reason that Kim and this man kept this conversation to themselves. At some point the man got anxious and demanded Kim to leave him and stop asking questions. I suppose they were getting close to getting caught. I vaguely remember a woman becoming frustrated with Kim and the man for some reason. She may have been on to what they were talking about.

Although I was viewing everyting from Kimmerle’s point of view I was aware of her appearance. She had light brown hair and was slightly tan. She had it down in curls. At least that was the case when she was at the party but things changed when she got back to her home. For one thing I saw that she lived in an anacronistic Victorian style home and while I have no memory of her looking in any mirrors I know that her hair had changed from brown to brunette and was up in a bun. She was no dressed in a dress reminescent of the ones that were worn back in the Victorian era. The house appeared to have electricity.

In this point in the dream it was nightfall and it appeared that Kim’s life had gotted drastically worse. Her mother was sick and bedridden and her sister along with other members of her family ostricized and criticized her. It seemed that she did not have a friend in the world at this point and I could tell that she was very unhappy with where her life was. It was imlied that her mother’s condition was somehow her fault. I am not sure if this was in any way related to the interview she conducted with that man. All I could tell was that something had gone horribly wrong, her mother was sick and dying as a result, her family was scornful towards her, and whatever it was that had gone wrong may have been all her fault and I think that she did blame herself for whatever events had transpired.

This may have been a single dream but the events hereafter appeared to take place over the course of several days. I was even able to witness Kim crawl into bed, go to sleep at night, and wake up the next morning. I don’t remember the details of the events but I do have vague memories of family members coming in to give Kimmerle a hard time. Even her own mother whome Kim was keeping in her house had nothing but harsh words for her. Three days seemed to pass.
On the third night Kim was playing a game on her laptop. She was sitting outside the house. I got the sense that this was a means of escape for her since her life was basically a mess. At some point I gained control of Kimmerle’s body and looked up at the sky. The Earth was rotating much faster than normal as I could actually see the stars racing across the sky. I was not aware that this was a dream but somehow I knew that time was passing by faster than normal and now I knew why. It was mezmerising, I had always wondered what it would be like to see a real live timelaps of the stars making their rounds. But at the same time there was something terrifying about it. For some reason I could only look up at the sky for short period of time because seeing the sky like this filled me with fear. I saw the sun was beginning to rise so (still in Kim’s body) I rushed back inside as I know her mother would not be happy find her daughter spending her nights out playing games (I am not sure how I knew that or why I even cared).

Another day came and went and the events were lost in memory. At this point Kim had regained control of her body. It was now the fourth night. Kim was lying in bed getting ready to go to sleep but then she heard a noise. Somehow we both knew that it was a man in her mother’s room although neither of us was sure what is intentions were. At this point it felt as though Kim and I shared control of her body. Her will was mine and my will was her’s. We both wanted to make sure that mother was alright but neither of us actually wanted to go out there out of fear. I am not sure if Kim was really aware of my presence within her soul (I guess I was within her soul, I’m not sure how else to describe it). When we peeked out the door of Kim’s room we saw the silhouette of a man scurrying out the front door. At this point we shut the door and proceeded to panic. We were not really sure what it was that were afraid of but something about that man’s aspect really spooked us. The last thing I saw was the window of Kim’s room. The curtains were shut and there was an orange light coming through.

I awoke in a cold sweat, my heart was racing. I don’t know what it was that frightened me just then but I was happy to be awake.

A long boring car journey, can't remember much else.

I was stood in a carpark and saw an old lady on a moped, she sped along then took off into the air over a wall.

I was talking wit hsome work colleges about working nights. Then we were in a room sitting at tables and it was a medical quiz. There was only one other person at my table and we realised that we didn't have a copy of the questions so I went to the front to ask for them.

This dream is split into two parts because I woke up at one point and fell back asleep and continued the dream.

Part 1: Christian Grey (from 50 shades) and I are in a relationship, but we're very upset with each other for some reason. I don't know what we're arguing about but we're giving each other the silent treatment. We have a mutual friend who is trying to mediate between us, but it's not working so well. I wake up.

Part 2: I'm having a game night in my grandmother's house and I'm preparing food in the kitchen before guests arrive. I put some snack food in the oven to bake and I walk into the living room to consort with my fellow party planner. In the living room, there is a small bar area and I see Christian sitting at the bar, drinking something, but still holding a grudge from Part 1 of the dream, I walk past him and continue to give him the cold shoulder. I could feel him watching me while I was talking to the other person about what else was needed for the party, but I woke up before he could confront me (and obviously apologize!)

That's it. Pretty simple dream.

So yesterday I once again began to develop a leveling system rewarding me with XP for all kinds of (lucid) dream activity. I tried this several times now (with quitting it after one week or so because it was way too laborious and complicated ), but this time I have a rather good feeling about it. ^^
So what I did was pixeling myself a progress bar, decided how much XP I need for each level in order to level up, made a list of activitys and goals and determined how much XP each one of them is worth.

Now, after one day, I'm already halfway through to reaching the first level (starting at level 0): :3




I wrote a little kind of program in an excel document, so I just have to insert the amount of XP I got that day and it will put out all my stats including how many pixels I have to dye green on the bar.
The little bar below will show my amount of lucid dreams, one pixel matching one lucid dream. However I'm not quite sure what to do if I filled the bar up fully... :/
As soon as I have more lucid dreams, I plan to add some subbars in different colors for each big lucid dreaming skill (for example control, lucidity, etc.) . How exactly it'll work I have no idea though.

Oh right, here's the prototipe of my XP list:

Spoiler for list:

1 XP orbs:
- For each dream fragment recalled
- For each four five of text in the journal
- For each two RC done during the day (approximately)
- For each Awareness Session during the day

3 XP orbs:
- For each dream taken place in some cool location
- For experiencing a falce awakening
- For recalling a longer conversation with a DC

5 XP orbs:
- For doing a RC right after awakening
- For doing the SSILD technique

10 XP orbs:
- For doing a WBTB

Challenges (one time only):
15 XP For flying in a LD
15 XP For successfully warping to another location
15 XP For breathing underwater
15 XP For successfully summoning a DC
5 XP For successfully summoning an object
5 XP For jumping really high in a LD

So that's it for now, if you have any ideas or criticism please tell me! ^^

Fragments:

As I read a book in a room with grey natural light coming from my right, I remember a quote by a writer and I pencil it into the last page of a chapter where there is empty space. In pencil I write "If only Huxley had such supple minds to impress." I see a old-timey picture of young men in college in the 50's, wearing polo shirts but the men have bulldog heads.

The book turns into a sci-fi anthology, each chapter takes place centuries after the one before it. The cover and the first page of each chapter has a 3D peace sign shot at an angle, computer generated, very late 90's-early 00's. The chapter names are long and convoluted like a history book. A fragment of one title that stands out is "...the anti-baby classes of anarcho-populism."

In a diner's kitchen, morning sunlight coming through the far windows by the tables. There are some leftovers of a fake bacon and potato casserole. Too little to save, I begin to eat the rest until a snotty, bratty boy comes over and says he was going to eat it, obviously lying and just being difficult.

Morning of September 23, 2015. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,810-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



Two men and a woman are getting ready for a television series about humanoid dragons. It seems as if one of the actors is cannibalistic, and the other two become wary of him. They share an apartment or dressing room. I am present but not involved in the show.

The scene changes. I am at a post office with Zsuzsanna. I seem to be in my late twenties. I received a package containing a somewhat realistic dragon costume with detailed scale patterns. I open it and go to the opposite side of the unfamiliar building where there is another bench of the same appearance.

I wear the bottom left side. It is a fancy boot with green scales attached to a pants leg (with green scales) around my waist. I wear part of the top as well (possibly also a mask or part of it). I realize I must have left the right side of the costume behind, so I walk back to retrieve it. Other people are around. I look at my left foot and leg as I walk (with vivid movement and momentum). My right leg and foot are not costumed, but my right boot is fancy, like the gray snakeskin cowboy boots I had years ago. I do not feel embarrassed or out of place in half a costume and mismatched boots even though others notice (but do not react). Each side feels different as I walk (producing different barely audible sounds), but not out of balance. I feel cheerful.

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Woke up about 1 am after starting to dream about my girlfriend. I was starting to remember other stuff from the dream but can't remember very well...

I went to bed around 11 I think...

Didn't do a proper WBTB due to my comfy bed. Bad bed, no blanket for you. Tonight I'm drinking a big glass of water before crashing in, that'll make me get up

I'm in a brothel that is in a small castle/manor, everything is in perfectly restored and look brand new rather that antique. The period is Louis XIV, very intricate and lovely, if overbearing, the saving grace being that everything save for the sparse furniture is in very light, delicate color, pastel blue, pink and orange, with long windows covered in veils. It's dark outside, probably at night, but I can see the flash of car light from time to time. The employees of this fine etablissement are all wearing period clothes, it's gorgeous. The owner is in a pale blue dress that span for at least 3 meter on each side of her, with a powdered wig full of ringlets. She is not paying any attention to me, probably becaue she's very flushered about the arriving of a man she call "the king" and about the girls she want prepped for him. I'm wary of this man, and my feeling are comfirmed when a man in tight and a pale golden valet uniform ask her want's going to happen if one of the girl started denying him or being mouthy. She tells him with a mix of coldness and incaring-ness "There will be a bit of a beating for the bitch, even if it's not dinking night."
I suddently know that I'm infiltrated here, probably to dismantle this brothel, but I need to protect the girls. I walk in the room they are prepping for the king, with is very large with a hight celling and a lovely embroidered cloth wallpaper in a arious soft hues of green, the same cloth used for the bed canopy and sheet the armchairs. I ask the girl present to give me a dress. She show me a closet and keep making the gigantic bed, looking a little fratic. I open the closet, which is absolutly packet with dresses that look really modern, but I pull a dark green one with golden embroidery. On the hanger it's knee-lengh, slightly fitted with a ronded collar and short sleeves, but when I put it on it turn into a period dress. I strat putting on air and snobbily ask a male employee where the hair dresser is. He promptly start panicking and run off to find him. I walk out behind him look as brattish as I can, and right outside is a small, graying, bended over man that look a little like a frightened mouse in his dark outfit. I toss my hair*, and tell him "You better not be late!" before walking in a bathroom. I start searching it, looking for something that could help me protecting the girls, then I woke up.

* As my hair almost reach my knees and are thick and curly, he looked even more scared, which is the usual reaction I elect in hairdressers

I do look a little like Charlotte La Bouff from the Princess and the Frog, with long brown hair and pale skin.

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