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5-26-15


I had three lucid dreams last night...actually this morning before waking. All short. I will write details later. Did an unintentional WBTB.

Basically I was lost in an unfamiliar big city at night. I was on foot. My phone was having issues and I couldn't make calls or pull up a map. Finally a lady came by and I was telling her my problems. Suddenly everything I was telling her was obvious. Those were common dream signs. I was dreaming. I immediately took off flying. I rubbed my hands together. I was wearing blue crocheted gloves...which I immediately took off. I also noticed how my teeth felt against my tongue, something that I have never noticed before in a LD. I flew, noticing things and taking off clothing until I woke up.

But then went back to sleep and had two more.

Extended Reef
I'm at a surf beach (Cat Bay), and It looks different. There's reef and solid boulders right up to the sand. I notice that Sheep is with me. He is willing to have a surf, but I don't think he's done it before. I tell him to watch how the waves break and what the other surfers are doing, to get an idea. A few small waves come towards us, not enough to knock me over or anything. I can't say the same for Sheep, he gets poleaxed by a small wave and ends up being pinned under a boulder. I rush over towards him and he's underwater. I pause for a second and think of what to do. I decide to try and grab the Boulder off of him, and seem to do it with ease. This is enough to free Sheep from drowning.

I remember someone telling me that Sheep is pretty competitive, and doesn't like to be wrong. They tell me he is very long winded with explaining himself.

Im at my primary school, and it seems to be a reunion for my year level. I see some familiar faces. I can only recall Sarah Woders. They surprise one of the teachers that they had, by grabbing her. I think Sheep was still with me, and was kind of not interested in being good friends with him. It's pretty crowded at the moment and I see someone behind me that I thought was Drew Dier, but it wasn't him.

So for the first time in awhile, last night, my dream actually had some amount of continuity. It was still all over the place, but it makes enough sense that I can say for sure what happened.

I was riding in my family's old van. My dad was driving and I was sitting in the back seat. I remember feeling shorter as though I were much younger. My dad said something about going back to high school. I told him that I was excited to go back, but that I hadn't gone to high school for a number of reasons.

I had some insane amount of false memories at a moment where I would have otherwise become lucid. I explained to him how I had first been sick, then school had been on break, then my family had gone on vacation, then we had several snow days in a row, then I transferred to a vacation home for a few months.

He dropped me off at school. I remembered that my first class was gym. It took me some effort to remember my locker number was 318 (that was my actual locker number when I had gym class in sophomore year of high school). I looked in my locker to see if I had left my gym clothes there. Then my old gym teacher showed up but he was wearing glasses and we went and started playing dodgeball.

I remember thinking that I should go to the office and get a print off of my schedule so that I can remember what my other 5 classes were.

...

I somehow wound up back in the car with my dad again. There was a big wall cloud blowing in from the west and I asked my dad to check the weather report. He had a small laptop and he set it between the two front seats of the van so that I could see. It looked like we were going to be getting a big storm.

...

This gave way to a dream about a heist of a bank vault in this skyscraper in this big city. I was being chased by guards to the rooftop of the building where I jumped off and activated this glider pack and flew away.

Morning of June 8, 2015. Monday.



There is not much to this dream sequence. There are two sections that seem unrelated. There is a scene where I seem to be watching myself from about five feet away as I am seated in a small wooden chair and playing a black accordion (in an undefined location). I am probably about forty in this scene. I am not playing any music at the time. I am clearly focused for a short time on the name, which is Hohner, though the name appears vertically (rotated ninety degrees to the left, as on some real-life accordions when held in playing position). I have not seen a real accordion like this in years. (This is probably a semiconscious awareness of the word “honor”, which is pronounced differently than “hoe ner”, perhaps for no particular reason, though one definition is “the quality of knowing and doing what is morally right”. It is interesting how the mind creates seemingly related layers as such.)

In the next scene, I am fully in-body. I am with my wife and family in Clayfield (where we have not lived in years) on Gellibrand Street. However, the orientation seems slightly altered. I get two envelopes in the mail that are about the size one would receive a small greeting card in and they are thin and slightly stiff as if containing one card each. They seem to be suspicious and illegal (from the black market, but mostly appearing like random junk mail) and seemingly from the Philippines, claiming that I had requested them - which makes me even more agitated. There are several phrases on the outside of the envelopes that apparently describe the nature of their business, but upon tentatively opening each, it turns out to be one piece of thicker stock each, one with some sort of calendar-like matrix (three by four) displaying variations of raisin muffins and possibly recipes below each image too small to read (of the type of card with a magnet to place on a refrigerator, like a politician’s propaganda during an upcoming election or junk mail calendar), the other being distorted and not clearly remembered but possibly something to do with pens with a campaign logo. I am debating whether or not to give the materials to postal inspectors (contemplating if people who get such junk mail are on a special “watch list”), but it seems like they are just some sort of odd random spam (with nothing making any sense at all or anything having any relationship to anything else) as seen often on the Internet, so I remain a bit undecided.

A slightly disturbing dream, but with all characters displaying a lot of agency and independence. The Sentinel also makes an appearance, a speechless recurring entity who seems to only appear in times of danger.

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I was sitting by the side of the road in my hometown with two friends. We were watching a television signal, using road signs to change programme, but the device was not always sensitive to understand our commands. We stood up and walked along the northern side of the river. I was only a child, and my two companions were comprised of my younger brother and the young daughter of a family friend.

I saw a list of names scroll through my mind. One name in particular I recognised; Yosif. We happened to be walking past his house. It was white weatherboard at the top of a hillside garden overlooking the river. He came out to greet us. He looked to be in his late forties, but took good care of his physique. He was of Mediteranean background, with olive skin, slick dark hair and a slight accent. I placed him in my memory; he had been a GP at a medical clinic a few towns over whom I had visited many years back. Despite being certain of this information in the dream, I know of nobody named of this description or profession in waking life.

Innocently, I told him that I had seen him once when I was unwell. He looked uncertain, but my young friend confirmed my memory. He invited us into his house, telling us that the television signal was much stronger inside. We laughed and followed him up through his garden. He took my brother's hand to help lead the way. I didn't know this man well and didn't really feel like spending time in his home, but I wasn't suspicious of him and didn't want to be impolite.

From the road, his home and garden seemed to be thriving, but walking up through the windy brick paths it became apparent that it had fallen into disarray. Weeds struggled up through the dry earth, the grass was left dying, and the few standard roses still remaining were losing their leaves. Even the house itself was not looking healthy. The white weatherboards were dirty and some had rotted away. He picked up my friend and rested her on his hip, leading us through the garage behind his house. He opened a wooden gate for us, and held it open as we walked through. The dream characters of my brother and friend merged into a single 'child' entity, and the third position of our trio was filled by a young man whom we knew and trusted. He always appeared in dreams to aid me in times of danger, often long before I had even become aware of the threat.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I felt something was wrong. It was naught but a high-fenced pen. I turned to object to Yosif, only to see the door being closed behind me. I kicked with enough force to stagger him and made my escape. Yosif was distraught that I had spoiled his game. He started busying himself about the house while crying and tearing his hair. I hid nearby in the garden. I heard a woman's voice from inside his house, but she was speaking to me telepathically. I was annoyed at first, believing her to be his well-meaning but ultimately complicit wife.

"He drowns the children in a deep puddle beside the fence. Sometimes, he likes to submerge his own face in the water as well so that he can share in their experience." She told me. "The weeds in the puddle are a greater hazard than the water itself. The children choke on them."
On this information, I rushed over to the puddle and started to clear all the vegetation, raking the mud below. The water was grey like run-off and I couldn't see below the surface. She cautioned me against trying.
"Afterwards, he buries their bodies beneath the puddle so the other children have to look at the faces of the dead while they drown."

Disturbing, to say the least.

She told me to go and stay out of sight while she made a phone call and then rushed from the house across to the neighbouring property.
"I'm coming with you," I said, and cut across the garden to join her. I assumed she was going to call the police. I was relieved my older friend had appeared and been caught as well. He wouldn't go down easily, and may intimidate Yosif long enough for the cops to arrive.

I followed the woman into her home, an impressive mansion. There were many well-kept sprawling rooms devoted to displays of cultural artefacts which were open to the public. It was much like a small museum. She ducked into a side room and began to speak hastily on the phone. I looked around. This area contained many pieces of Japanese origin; scrolls of calligraphy and maritime implements. There was a scale model of an ancient Japanese whaling ship which caught my attention.

I noticed a man in one of the rooms with an attendant. He looked to be her adult son; spiky blonde hair and well-built. He had a tattoo of lettering in black and red across his chest. As he was putting on his robes, I saw this his right hand and most of his right leg were missing, but he still had his foot and could move it at will. When he had finished dressing, he looked quite scholarly, and I followed him from his room.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me what this place is?" I asked.
"This is the Temple of Apollo," he said, unsure as to how I could be here without knowing where I was. The artefacts in this room definitely had a more European flavour, but I didn't notice anything distinctly Hellenistic.
"Oh, I didn't realise given the asian influence in the other room," I said and walked off. He followed curiously.
"This wasn't here yesterday. They must have changed it," he said.

The museum was quite intriguing and had many patrons. There were model ships and spaceliners, bottles of googly eyes in every size, and fantastic pieces of antique art; a conglomeration of humanity's existence.

Me and by brother and a group of indistinct people are wandering a grassy landscape in search of food. We see a white rectangular building up ahead at the top of a hill. we enter through the top. This floor seems empty, but somehow we know that the floors below lead to the world of another species. We split up and I walk through hallways. The place is like a hospital, and I enter a room from which noise is emanating.

It's a voice, being projected from a device like a radio, but not a radio and not in my line of sight. White sheets hang from lines strung across the room. As I am crawling through them to reach the side with the noise, A woman of the species comes "crawling" towards me. She slithers towards me gracefully, her movement can best be described as like a weightless piece of silky thin fabric being blown along the ground. She is naked, she is bigger than a human, her limbs are longer than human limbs, her hair is long and blonde and her eyes are bright, and she is smiling. A splotch of grey-shaped like a rorschach ink blot, darkens her pale face. upon seeing her I am both comforted and...turned-on (even though I'm straight).

She tells me she will bring us to her people, but we need to stay with her or they will try to hurt us.

Wandering through a drab foggy wasteland. whites, greys, browns, stone colors. ramshackle buildings sit in cramped rows. Walls made of grungy wood and metal. torn cloth hangs from lines and sways gently in the wind. I call for *, and then I call for ~. Neither of them answer. There are people, but they are indistinct and grey, and they go about their business silently. I don't feel anything from them. No warmth, compassion, or recognition. I feel that they can hear and see me calling out, but they don't care.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the dully reflective surface of a sheet of metal, and walk closer for a better look. my expression is hopelessly sad, I look wraith-like, wearing a tattered white shapeless dress. My hair is limp and knotted. My visage fits right in with the landscape. the right eye is partially faded, so I swipe my hand across my face to bring it back.

emotional content was strong- depression, hopelessness.

I half woke up and was stuck in an inbetween state full of racing thoughts for less than a minute.

I am in love with this boy, its a new love and its wonderful. We are so enamored with one another but there is someone else who is in love with me and I don't know how to tell him I'm not interested. A few days go by and I decide to go out with some friends one night and I'm drugged and taken away to a sketchy neighborhood where I am raped and murdered. This is the last time I am living in my dream.

Through out the rest of this dream I am like a ghost. I watch my parents find my dead body, filled with alcohol and toxins from the night before. I watch them cry over my corpse and wonder what I had been doing. On top of the deep sadness they are feeling is a hint of disappointment because they do not realize I was drugged and taken advantage of. As I watch all of this unable to explain or communicate with them at all I am also feeling every emotion that they feel. It is agonizing.

Then I watch my parents inform everyone of my death and I see the pain they are in both from missing me and from the disgusting way in which I died and how they found me. I see my friends mourning me. Tons of heart felt post on social media and flowers and cards sent to my aching family members. Soon the word spreads and everyone knows. I watch them all find out and I feel every single thing that they feel. Unable to comfort or show them any kind of affection.

Then I see every ex boyfriend or guy that I've ever talked to or thought that I loved find out about my death. As unrealistic as this is they all become depressed. They feel bad about things they did or said to me while we were dating and I feel all these emotions as well. Then the boy I mentioned before that was in love with me but that I did not love back comes into my dream. I watch him hear the news. He is more upset than anyone and this doesn't surprise me because I know he's always been emotionally unstable. Upset and with tears in his eyes he gets into his car and begins to drive frantically throughout town. He crashes and flips off a bridge. I not only have to watch this but I feel every bit of pain as if I am the one in the car. A piece of glass from the windshield slits his throat and he dies. He then joins me in this spectator world and is excited because he thinks this means we get to be together, but dead or alive I still do not love him. I find it harder to tell him now that I am dead than it would've been to tell him alive, so I just don't say anything and kind of avoid him for a bit. I have taken myself to the place of the boy I do love and as I am watching him I realize my obsessive admirer and only other friend in this ghostly realm has been watching me. He knows of my love and he knows it is not for him. This upsets him so much he decides he is going to kill himself. Even though he is already dead. This means he will be really gone forever. I watch him do it, begging him not to. With his last breath he tells me its my fault.

Then everyone is together at my funeral and I am just like a cloud, hovering above simply watching from the sky. I hear the eulogy, watch my parents place things on my casket. I feel every emotion of everyone there. I am nearly sick from all the pain and sadness. I felt as though I was drowning in the tears, but this is not what killed me the most. What was most devastating was my inability to do anything about it. The stress from all this in my dream had caused me to breath heavily and even cry in real life while sleeping. Then I awoke, unable to go back to sleep.

Gathering downtown
I'm using Waze while driving in a city. I'm unsure about following its directions due to how much it likes using left turns, but it's OK because all the one way streets make it easy. I end up parking some distance from my destination. I'd been planning to take the bus the rest of the way, but it's really full and I'm carrying a box, so I decide just to walk. On the way I see Chris and Jeff and wave to them. I happen to catch a bit of their conversation and call out an insult about Jeff's getting old.

Now I'm waling into a large hotel. An imperious man at the door directs me to my inlaw's gathering. Now I'm in a smaller room with a bunch of people, talking. A random guy comes in and we need to help him with something. I leave the room with him. Now I see my father-in-law talking to the imperious guy, so I show them the way to the room. When we get there, the doors are closed with an "only open in case of emergency" sign on them. I stop, confused, but they open to reveal an older man I don't know. He says he's fiddling with the doors to figure out how to keep out people who don't belong.

Now we're wandering around the main space which is a Christmas shop. We're looking for a certain kind of ornament, but we can't find it. I say it may be because the store won't restock until people get back from Florida in the spring.

On my way home from work I stop at a DND local convention. I am walking around the tables and talking to people I know. there's an open mc and giancarlo esposito is waiting to go up. He is annoyed and says it's his turn next. the guy on the mic is covering an electronic dance music song with beatboxing. i see friends from my whole life and keep giving them hugs. People I haven't seen in forever.

I'm talking to a girl I know in her house. I she has had encounters with aliens and it makes her very nervous to talk to people.

I am lucid. I don't remember how i got lucid but i know i am dreaming. i am walking through a hallway of a house with many doors. i walk into one room and it's dark with many couches and people sleeping. I try to turn on the lights go get a better look but they don't work. "oh yeah, I'm dreaming" i look at a shelf and and see a dinosaur soft and fluffy. I'm remembering that one of my dream goals is to use my senses. i grab it and hug it and walk to the next room. It is very soft and fuzzy. in the real world my baby hits me and i wake up.

I have a couple of false awakenings away.

Mazikeen's picking up a crow for me, telling it that it's not going to get out of our deal. There's always an excuse.

"What excuse?" says the crow. "I'm not trying anything. I'm just pointing out I've got mouths to feed."

Many people do. But she counts the children in the nest, six of them. She initially seems not to care, saying something about distributing its belongings; but then she says something about giving them time to "grow into it." The crow's got one more year.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A group of people sitting around a round table, while I'm standing. There's a woman who is composed of three women superimposed over each other, two living, one dead and decayed but still conscious due to her connection to the other two. I'm speaking to one of the living ones, Lily, the one who belongs to this reality, and offering a way to separate her from the other two. She has doubts. The other two are in favor of it. They ultimately agree.

Later, I'm reading an account of the deaths of that group who'd been sitting around the table, a kind of organization I'd led. I'd made a deal on behalf of those three women, and to hold up my end of the deal, I was away for a long time; I think of this as abandoning that group. There was a fire. I'm reading a note to the effect that the group itself will reappear in some form or another, but the people I'd abandoned are dead.

I was dreaming about an event that keeps happening. It's like a game where I failed a task and so I have to do it all over again. Something about being caught or something waking up.

I was looking down at a map and seeing some marker that represents me or us moving on a road from west to east. We reached an area and it zoomed in to the action. We're in a dorm of sorts. I kept failing the task and waking up or being caught. I had to do it all over. I tried thinking how else I can do it where I won't fail.

I felt anxious.

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Notes:

- I was feeling sick. Headache and all, and my body aches due to training in Ninja Academy. It was also awfully hot.
- Slept for like over 8 hours.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being at my mom's house in my slightly dark bedroom. The only other light that was in the room came from overcast light outside. About 5 other people were in there, out of those five I specifically remember Sim, Erin, and Mike being there.

My bedroom had 4 other twin beds put in there, and my room was a bit bigger. The beds were side by side, and each person was laying on one with blankets. We were taking turns playing some sort of game of charades.

I remember that it was my turn. I walked up to my desk with one of my blankets, and sat down in my desk chair. I didn't proceed to act out, though, because Sim and Erin were talking and I was talking with them.

Suddenly, as if it was totally normal, I began to sort of "conduct" this music that was playing. It was the "20th Century Fox" theme music that plays before most movies. I don't know where it was coming from, but I didn't think it was weird or anything, in fact, I was having a lot of fun.

After that ended, I was still sitting in the chair. Suddenly, Sim got onto her knees on her bed, held her blanket above her head so it made a sort of "cave" over her, and proceeded to "whip" her hair in a circular motion. Sort of like a stripper.

"Wait, Sim no..." I said. "Don't do that.."

Erin saw it too and was saying the same thing. "No.. you gotta do it like this." and Erin proceeded to whip her hair up and down.

After a couple seconds, I said, "What am I even doing up here?" I got up from the chair and went and "sat" on top of my bedside table. Mike was to my right, looking at me curiously.

Some urge of mine told me to open the cabinet of my bedside table. I reached down to the light tan cabinet knob of the bedside table, and opened it. Oddly, there was another door behind it. The same exact one, in fact, like I had never opened the door in the first place.

Realization overtook me. "Wait a minute..." I said.

I reached up to my nose, pinched, and breathed in. I was actually DREAMING!

Suddenly, all noise had stopped. There were only three people in the room now. I could feel a weak presence at my right elbow; there was someone walking beside the bed to the left; and myself. This dawned on me in about a half second.

Ignoring whatever was at my right, I slowly got off the bedside table and acted like I was walking towards whatever person was walking towards the bathroom now. It looked like someone I knew, but I couldn't really tell in the semi-darkness. Once my feet hit the floor, I suddenly felt someone push me from the right, my shoulder. I heard a large grunting noise from right beside my right ear, sounding like "ERR!" I expected that I would hit the ground. But instead, I kept falling. I couldn't see anything or feel anything. I felt like I could have been floating. From the time I was pushed to the time the dream ended, it had been about 3 seconds.

Then I woke up, for real.

The Death of My Brother
I am with my Dad, sitting in a car. He shows me a text from my brother, which says something like ''In car wreck''. Dad goes on to say he's dead, the car is wrapped around a pole and went up in flames. I didn't believe him at first, but soon after the shock set in that he was probably telling the truth. I begin to think that I'll be the only one alive in my bloodline in the future. I start to think about the responsibilities that will be left for me as they pass, and feel it will be too much for me. The scene shifts to where an ambulance is. I see my brother on a trolley bed. There's a clear sheet over him. I have a slight feeling that he is OK, but soon realize that he had passed away. He looks a little disfigured which disturbed me. I only had a quick glance at him, so I wouldn't be too upset. Dad reassures that my brother is dead, by saying ''That's dead for ya''.

I'm now in a car with my Russ. He is in the backseat and I'm in the front. I ease into the news about my brother. I ask him if he heard the news about my brother. He says he didn't know a thing. I try telling him about it, without getting emotional. We both well up a bit as I tell him. He starts to make a list of people on his phone, to who he needs to contact about the news of my brother. I take his phone and check the list. There's quite a few people, some of who I don't know well, or at all. I step up and tell him that I will do the calling for him. I feel quite nervous about doing it.

I'm at a house playing cricket. I am the bowler, and I'm using a small bit of sliced cheese, that I have rolled up as the ball. I think I see or hear my brother in a garage. I see him and have a sigh of relief that he isn't dead. A guy that's with him was the donor that saved his life. My Dad is with me and he sprays some kind of smoke on to himself, due to the man that saved my brothers life must have been sensitive to the environment. The man was overweight.

I come running out of the garage, naked, running around the corner where I was bowling from earlier. I try and put my underwear on, and end up putting them on, inside out. I do this with the pants also.
There's guy in his 20's that's near me. I have to decide to vote for him or Redfoo to be on the next show of XFactor. I tell the man that I will vote for him. The scene changes but the scenario is the same. I'm now at my house and I'm unsure on who I want to vote for. I think I tell Redfoo that I will vote for him also. I tell everyone that I'm voting. So I raise my hand and sway them back and forth towards the guys I'm needing to vote for/against. The man is giving Redfoo props on how good of a person etc he is. I believe it's a tactic to make him come across as a genuine nice person, which would lead for people to vote for him. Redfoo isn't too confident at this point and decides to walk into my room. I end up voting for Redfoo.
I run outside into the backyard to tell the other judges what the end voting was. I tell them that Redfoo won, which is a lie. I see Ronan Keating, and he doesn't believe me.

Side Notes
I woke up from this dream feeling pretty emotional. I was second guessing if something was going to happen to my brother, due to some of my dreams coming true in the passed. I do a bit of EFT to take the edge off.

Morning of June 7, 2015. Sunday.



In the first part of my dream, I am disembodied and watching a large group of tribal people on an island (possibly Polynesian) dragging an overturned very large (prehistoric) living trilobite onto the beach. Apparently they are somehow getting a lot of edible meat from it. There is a bit of ambiguity as if there is something related to archaeology in the back of my mind. It does not seem to matter that trilobites were probably never this large and are also extinct, as the scene is extraordinarily vivid and “realistic” otherwise.

Later, there is a shift and more people (perhaps the same group) are capturing large turtles and somehow using the carapace as some sort of small boat that seems to be able to hold about three or four people. It seems fairly “realistic” but I doubt it would be feasible.

I am with some unknown and unfamiliar females, not tribal and not directly associated with the other groups to my knowledge. We are in a boat which is somewhat canoe-like (not a kayak) though the others are sculling in an area near shore - which may be in the ocean or a very large lake, though I do not sense it is competitive rowing (or regarding a need to hurry), at least not clearly. There is an abandoned windmill on shore which seems important. Somehow, four oars are jury-rigged as new blades for this windmill, which seems to happen almost instantly even though I sense or see little movement. This is perhaps some sort of composite joining. Windmills represent the dreaming process itself or level of lucidity (as does successfully traveling in a small boat over a large body of water) or extent of the connection to semi-consciousness. In the past, one dream where windmills were stopped or unmoving (and another from years ago regarding entering a painting of a windmill, though I had a recent one where someone else was ready to enter a painting with a windmill) represented being fully in my dream, as the windmill turning would imply conscious awareness and a windmill beginning to move might be related to the liminal level of waking consciousness, but this is probably not always the case.

I do not get out of the boat as there is something else I have to do before waking - to help with my physical existence and “uniformity” in my role of “pretending” to be human and to exist in the real world as such.

I eventually shift to where I am aware that I am in bed with my wife, though she is asleep and I am in a state of artificial “wakefulness”, though not full sleep paralysis - only very light sleep paralysis, as there is not the typical blissful awareness or wonderful waves of energy and oscillation that move from head to toe and back in such states. I am aware that, due to recent back pain, I have to go through several stages and need to maintain each stage for a certain number of minutes prior to waking.

First of all, I am a trilobite lying on my back in our bed, but I need to transform over time into other representations of whatever partially abstract line of thought or existence I am in. I do not move (or attempt to move) at any point. Still, I am well aware that I am becoming a lobster. Becoming a lobster is important and not uncomfortable, so I am a lobster for several minutes. I almost sense a level of transparency and a sort of “flatness”, yet still three-dimensional vertically (which is somewhat ambiguous in form). Of course, from here, the next “logical” step is to be in my scorpion form for awhile. Finally, my line of in-dream thought begins to become a bit too abstract and wavers slightly. Still, I know my next stage is to become a tarantula, though from that point, I am puzzled over how to “correctly” adapt physically and wake “correctly”. This is vaguely similar to where I transform into symbols (such as runes) or letters of the alphabet (though sometimes just random polygonal shapes) in the “correct” way while in the “correct” position.