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In which people from the trucker convoy and a guy from a podcast are staying at my house...

Trucker convoy people arrive at my house demanding room and board. Tom Sexton is with them, wearing a skimmer hat and a wrinkled flannel shirt with a pin-on badge that reads Press. I stand on my front porch begging everyone to wipe the mud off their shoes as they push their way into my house.

Everyone is loud and demanding food so I rush into the kitchen and start cooking shepherd's pie. My counters are conveyer belts and the ingredients come to me faster than I can assemble them. I put green jello on the bottom, hamburger meat on top, then mashed potatoes and cheese on top of that. I serve it to the truckers. A woman trucker with a shaved-underneath haircut takes a picture and posts it on Instagram. She labels it #JelloTrudeau and everyone laughs as if this is spectacularly witty. They start chanting Let's Jello Brandon! over and over again, then they scoop the jello up in spoons and flick it with their thumbs, flinging green jello across my muddied house.


In which I discover a secret room under our bed...

I'm vacuuming under the bed when the edge of the hose gets snagged on a nail in the floor. I push the bed aside to investigate, and I see light shine up from around the sides of the floor board. I use my rotary cutter to remove the piece of wood as if it were fabric, then I lift it out. I look down into a dining room with a rustic wooden table set before a stone fireplace. An old woman kneels in front of it, rubbing two sticks together and trying to start a fire. I shout at her to stop because her fireplace has no chimney and it would set my bedroom on fire. She tells me that while my house would've indeed burned down, it would've given me immortality but now I've spoiled the ritual. I ask her if she's the one that set the porch fires in Sequim, and I rush outside to see a deer in my garden box eating my tulips.

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My dream this night involved being in a building which I had no difficulty entering but great difficulty leaving.

I found a gathering of friendly people – some whom I knew - in the building and the atmosphere was jovial. I was attempting to find my mothers phone number and was frustrated because it wasn’t where I thought I had placed it – and I kept scrolling through my notes with no success.
Then my brother arrived and was able to give me my mothers phone number, which I was happy about, but still miffed that the number was mysteriously missing from my own notes.
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In using a word-value algorithm on the string “Mysteriously missing” these WSV [word string values] were in my data base
Mysteriously missing = 291
A machine for solving problems = 291
Making the best of a bad situation = 291

The irony therein is that the machine I was using to try and locate my mother phone number, was not helpful in solving my problem …

My Dream experience showed me that – while I get annoyed in situations where things are not going as I think they should unfold – I do not allow this to unhinge me to a point where the annoyance becomes anger…I stay reasonably calm…however…

It is worthwhile to my growth that I treat my DE as showing me that there is still room for improvement in that – to engage with untangling from and entangled situation, I would be better not to let myself even become annoyed by it – but accept it and eventually it will work itself out – as in – my brother turned up and gave me the information I was looking for.

Still – persevere - but drop the emotion of "being annoyed" about doing so.

Persevere = 113
Chamber Of Self
The Moment
Provenance
Apocalypse [uncover, disclose, reveal]
Cultivate
Self-acceptance
Universe

Being annoyed = 115

Encounter
In Training
Positive
Functional
Other way
Inside I cry

Today afternoon I had a Dream

I was playing PC Video games and i was thinking how come I have reached this Level I could not even clear the first Level and then my game charector went Inside a Cave and I could only see the opening of the Cave and I started searching for him and then I picked up my keyboard and mouse and ran to the cave. Now when I reached the cave I did not have my keyboard with me and I saw many people lying down injured near the entrance of the Cave.
Now some girl said to me that there is a girl roaming around who has a quirk (Super Natural power) so i went inside the cave and hid from her And then I woke up.

I did Not get Lucid in this Dream ....

Date of Dream: FRI 1 JAN - 2021



Dream No. 798 - Separated Sections

Dream 798 A - The Writing In The Frame
This was a short dream. To begin with, I was seen, in my bedroom, picking out what clothes to wear for when a couple of relatives were supposedly going to be coming to my house. Later on in the dream, I was in an unknown house, seemingly a holiday house where the snow mountains were. In this house, were some photos contributed by my family, in frames. In one picture frame, there was some writing that said “Karlie Dracko”. Towards the last scenes of the dream, Riku (KH-CoM) was seen as he shared a supposed paopu fruit with me.

Dream 798 - Reprisal In Quadratum
The only I can remember about this dream is that there was CB4 Cortex Castle music playing as a sub-scene played with me in Quadratum on my own.



Dream 798 A
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Dream 798 B
Dream Guide: None
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: TUE 29 DEC - 2020



Dream No. 797 - Separated Sections

Dream 797 A - Reminiscing About Sora
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was in my bedroom in my old house. As I was seen sitting on my bed (the dream camera in 3rd person mode), Riku (KH3) came in and said something like, “it’s hard being Sora’s mentor”, as he gave a sigh. I don’t remember everything that Riku said, but apparently he was sharing either stories or memories of Sora with me.

The scene then all of a sudden stopped, and rewound, like it was going to repeat itself, but then it didn’t. I was now in the bedroom by myself, and no one else came in. I ended up looking at a piece of paper that was suggestion some information from the Commonwealth Law Reports (CLR) 2020. Apparently I was trying to check it Yozora had any civil or criminal convictions. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.

Dream 797 B - Server Hate Comments
This dream started with me being on a Discord server, via my phone, with 1000s of people on it. I wrote something weird to EBo in the public forums even thought my dream-self thought this was normal, and that there was nothing wrong with it. For a couple of minutes, the room was quiet, but then one of the mods, ZDu, ‘struck’, and everybody else was leaving hate comments for me. Even EBo went offline in shame.

After what was seemingly 100s of comments, Kairi left a long spiel standing up for me. She was saying that what the others were saying was factually wrong, and that what I actually said wasn’t what they thought. She specifically re-emphasised what I said. She then finished her piece by saying that she was more than happy to be my friend. And then a ‘+1’ reaction was added to that, which I discovered was Riku. There was then a dream energy coming from Riku (in his Quadratum appearance) like he was sorry for how I was being treated by everyone in that server. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream 797 A
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Dream 797 B
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: FRI 25 DEC - 2020



Dream No. 796 - My Grandpa Is Going To Get Me

When the dream started off, I seemed to be at a distorted version of Waverley Gardens shopping centre, it looked very different to real life. As I was still shuddering at the sight of the elevator, I called Riku for an extra practice. Riku just came but the scene changed before we could get in.

The dream was now playing in my driveway. My whole family was there including my deceased grandfather. Some of my family members acted normal, other’s didn’t, and then there was my grandfather. He was comprehensively and consciously intent on murdering me. This time I knew I had to call Riku and did so fast. However, Riku wasn’t coming quick enough and my grandpa was slowly, frighteningly, following me down the driveway. When Riku did come, I quickly but quietly urged us to get away. Once we were far enough away from my grandpa, I also noticed that Sora came.

Riku (KH3) was wearing some plain white business shirt with his normal short hair. He had tossed me up onto his back and this time there were no gravity problems, only some minor slipping but not too much to make it feel uncomfortable. Riku was wearing a shirt, but when he carried me, it was made to look like his KH1 clothes. As I was down on the ground next time, we had to arrange another carry as my grandfather was coming after me a second time, and this time a little bit faster.

A little bit down the court, Riku put Sora on his back, and then I got on Sora’s back. However, the weight distribution wasn’t good as Sora is smaller than me, so I would have fallen off. So I suggested that I’d be on Riku’s back, and I’d let Sora be on my back. I also said this because I felt like relaxing more on Riku. The arrangement was quickly changed and we went off before my grandfather could have any other chances to get at me. This time around, there were no carrying issues, and Riku felt the most comfortable ever. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream No. 796
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: THU 24 DEC - 2020



Dream No. 795 - Buying A RikuZine

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I recalled that I told myself I was struggling to reach Riku, and so I had to buy a RikuZine. In going to a stranger’s house, I ended up buying the RikuZine; picking it up as it were. In doing so, the lady that was selling it said something like, “We have to protect that… That… Sweet girl”. It’s as she was saying these words that I felt like I had to turn around, and to my left, there was the real Riku (KH3) standing next to me. Now facing him, he gave me all these soft, pleasant smiles to suggest that he was affirming/amplifying what the lady was saying about me.

After that scene, I was back at my own home and my brother was complaining because I made the RikuZine notifications go to his Email, and he didn’t want that. The dream ended there.



Dream No. 795
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: SUN 20 DEC - 2020



Dream No. 794 - A Mum For The Baby

I can’t remember much about this dream at all. From where I do remember, I was at a very distorted version of The Glen Shopping Centre, being a lot larger and more ‘maze-like’ than it is in real life, even after the IRL renovations. I saw a baby in the corridors that was doing something wrong, however, this baby could talk and think like an adult. I said to the baby that he’ll be having a mum for this dream. I didn’t take long for Dreamy WB to walk in to the scene (I have forgotten what she was wearing), and she offers to be the mum for this adult-baby in the dream. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream No. 794
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: SAT 19 DEC - 2020



Dream No. 793 - Under The Garage Doors

I can’t remember much about this dream at all. The only I can remember is that Riku (KH1 appearance) and Mickey were standing under each of my garage doors. But I have forgotten what they said. This is the only thing I can remember.



Dream No. 793
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

bedtime ~00:00
final waking: ~08:20?

tons of wine at ddinner, fairly drunk
probably REM rebound, very long/vivid dreams towards morning:

earlier:
+ battles with large # of troops, outside, in CH (standing at top of steps to basement), using green laser crowd-cutting device. "Humans drop to the floor" think that giving everybody a cutting laser like I have will end the battle quickly in ouor favoor

comiung up behind a line of heavy tanks/artillary arriving to the battle

drivingg down hill in large vehilce, wnoo't make the turn in time I'll tumble and crash, manaagae to slow down sufficiently to make the turn

in parking garage with the enemy, cutting them down with the green laser

a nuclear/radiation attack is cmoing, I try too form a hiding place between metal filing cabinets and anticipate the orange glow of the attack

being shown a car (to rent? buy?) the presenter opens the trunk, it's really weird, on the open ddoor (opens to side like old station wagon) there is a long purple curving conical intake that at first I think is fuel intake but at its base is like a sphincter with some (brown?) coloring around the base so Im' thinking it's (the car's butt?), the presenter points out the fuel cells are completely charged up, I'm really excited about this car it's something really unique but I think my spouse wont like it because it's not very practical

later:
+ in Dch home, open deck curtains, very low light/dark outside, check sliding door lock, it's open, chdck room, at first ddno't see missing thing but then decide monitors are missing, my google pixel 2 phone is missing. One computer was not set up and so was not taken, panicking about this, go see my housemate (false, "Frank?") and complain we were robbed

assmebly line breakfast/cafe "come get it it's quick and efficient"

overhear the large attack groups planning to team up and attack my base/homoe on the hill, what can we do we're just a few people against such large numbers of troops? the hill home has a name/label [forgot]

Walk up hill towards house and encounter grouopo of indian (mercenaries?) who are sympathetic to our case and will help (by holding the path up the hill?)

+ standding in grupo of girls with a central girl performing gymnastic moves, each ofo the girls in turn catches the performer as she does a tumbling maneuver ending up at them, I wish she'd tumble at me I'd like to catch her

+ walking with big beefy guy friend in large open matrix-white like space we encounter a woman (short hair, large open eyes, staring expression, a typical LD DC, like in my LD #1), and I think/say "don't look at them, don't catch their attentiono", but we do stop as we pass by as the woman offer my companion a large sitck of pink cotton candyd which my friend bends over (head to feet) and starts nibbling on it, when a male appears, takes the pile of cotton candy, opens it up, and places the whole big "nest" over my friend's headd, it's a knock-out drug and he falls to the floor. The man then places it on my head and I "faint" from the knock-out drug and dfall to the gruond, still slightly conscious, and dthink they're going to make us do thinsg against out will under the influence of the drug

I'm in a hospital. My brother and his girlfriend are there too. The place is very crowded. Hayden is my girlfriend somehow, and she's on a hospital stretcher, presumably being treated for something. She notices me and we kind of cuddle (me standing over her), as she's clearly recovering well. In another scene I enter a different room (kind of a very crowded break room at the hospital). I notice one of the people sitting alone at a table is Sylar. His presence startles me, but I realize he doesn't recognize me because this is the past and we haven't met yet. Then I realize he's likely there to kill Hayden. I rush to where I left her, and notice she's gone. I feverishly start looking around and asking staff where she is, hoping to find her before Sylar does. I liked this dream when I woke up, as I felt a genuine sense of caring about a romantic partner, something I've never had and never will. I would have done anything for her.

In the next dream, I am Jack Quaid (actor) playing a character. I'm hanging on the side of a helicopter or VTOL, flying along the coast of a subtropical city, likely Miami. I look up and see Nazi fighter jets flying in formation above us, then suddenly vanishing. I realize the Nazis, who won the war, have grown so advanced that by this alternate 2022 they've developed fighter jets that can literally turn invisible. I have visions of the world map. The Nazis have taken over the whole world, united under a new kind of cult called "The Black Hand" (their symbol a black handprint). Only one continent is free from their influence. The world's last hope. Our VTOL circles a skyscraper, and I fall out of the VTOL, attached only by the belt through a rope. As the VTOL starts losing control in a spiraling motion, I am crashed through the skyscraper (!!!). Finally I am detached and I fall down. As I smack into the ground (well, a lower part of the building), it is revealed that the character (seeing in third person now) is just an actor surrounded by a full camera crew. The Nazi universe is a new TV show being filmed. I'm on the set myself now. Jack walks off the set, and I congratulate him on his performance. He laughs, saying it was an insane scene.

I was in my living room in till I heard a knock on my door. I look through the peep hole and saw two kids that I didn't know. I decided to not answer and figure the situation will sort itself out. In a few more seconds I heard the door knob twisting back and forth. I looked again and saw them going back and forth through the hallway as if they were lost.

I had no idea but somehow I had a roommate who decided to open the door without me noticing in time. He gets shot one time and falls to the floor. Because of how random it all seem to me seeing him on the ground. I became lucid and change the dream scene to another house. Once I change the dream scene I made the two kids in to flowers and scatter it in the air. I then phase through the house and discover it was night outside. I tried to fly out in the night but would only stay floating in mid air for minute. Not too long after that I lose lucidity after the dream scene change.

Date: 18/02/2022
Bedtime: 3am
Awakening: 10.40am
Return to bed: 10.50am
Method of entry: dream consciousness
Attempt: successful
Awakening: 12pm
DILD: The Amputation Experiment

DREAMING:

I'm roaming over a beach with a group of lucid dreaming enthusiasts and cross over to an adjacent train station platform, making for a weird landscape juxtaposition where the sea abruptly ends and a railway begins. Both contrasting sceneries are deemed to be 'lucid dreaming workshops' to be used for practice. The platform is sealed by ultramarine blinds on both ends which are lifted by porters whenever someone wants to enter or leave the premises. A couple of trains zoom past the station and beyond the sealed platform I am suddenly in a wheelchair, moving through a park with children running around and alongside a row of houses with dark alleys. A particular alley has a deep but narrow gap in the ground—a potential deathtrap reminding of the series '911' because of the danger scenarios depicted on the show.

WAKING:

I use record the dreaming experience and use the loo. I return to bed just before eleven o'clock in the morning and attempt to enter the phase directly but end up falling asleep next to my sleeping wife.

DREAMING:

I'm dining at a restaurant with my mother and she steps outside to smoke a cigarette (she doesn't smoke in real life). Eventually I say goodbye to her as I spot my eldest son and wife looking for me a few tables away and they exit the restaurant prematurely so I rush after them so we can all go home together. Now I'm an observer (rather than a participant) and a short man is facing me like I'm a camera and talking about how most people get freaked out by oversized hands. He attempts to shake hands with random members of the public like he is the star of a prank show. Most people avoid the little man's disproportionately big hands but an old man grips his wrist and points out that his fingers have skin-coloured extensions attached to them, revealing the hands to be a lot smaller.

As a participant, I'm trying to avoid an acquaintance who keeps following me in a strange town. I go through an alley and squeeze into an aperture of a building in need of repairs in order to lose the individual on my trail. I keep running straight until I exit the building from the other side and now I'm flying, finding myself gliding through a beautiful garden. 'I'm dreaming!'

LUCID DREAMING:

I glide through a garden path with brightly coloured, conifer leaves on either side, displaying unusually vivid orange and yellow hues. As I move through the garden I hit the narrow foliage with my hands and hear the realistic sound of clashing. There is no green in sight but I feel like I'm in the most beautiful autumn scenario as the warm colours of the plants and trees around me are exquisitely vibrant. The garden, under a clear blue sky, feels like a labyrinth. As I try to contain my excitement and think of a plan of action on the spot without hesitation, I remember Project Elijah's task. I see a gap in warm-coloured shrubbery with crimson tinges and go through it (hoping to find a blade), coming upon a vast playground with slides, swings, see-saws, spring riders and jungle gyms. A few feet away rests a wooden merry-go-round with a few tools on it.

The first tool I pick up is a pair of pliers which is discarded in favour of what resembles a small tenon saw with a bizarre blade that appears to be sharp enough for the job. With this strange tool I sever my right index finger with in one fell swoop. There is no pain, no feeling of any kind, and no blood. I look at my hand and see a stub of a finger with an edge that seems to have healed instantly; I can also move all my digits including the stub. Then, I look at the surface of the merry-go-round to see the rest of my index twitching slightly until it stops dead. I try to remotely move it on the wooden surface but I can't even feel it let alone control it. The severed half of my finger that is now completely separate from me won't even move telekinetically. It is nothing but a dead piece of meat that no longer belongs to me.

As I move away from the merry-go-round to explore the environment, I feel a jolt and wake up as my sleeping wife bumps into me.
Duration: 25 seconds

WAKING:

I jot down my dream recall and reflect on my fabulously unreal experience at the oneiric playground. I had absolutely no idea what would happen before the test and no expectations as far as I can tell. Next time I plan to induce a lucid dream, I must return to a separate bed so as to not be disturbed and that way I will have time to execute other steps in my plan of action.

I remember that the dream involved me playing roblox harmlessly at first, however things quickly took a dark turn when I went to see four of my friends, one of which is one I have in real life.

For no particular reason, I started doing unspeakable things to them, depriving each of them of one of their five senses. One of them lost their hearing because I jammed a knife so far into their ear canal that I punctured the ear drum, one of them lost the ability to speak, and one of them was both deaf, blind, and mute, and possibly incapable of feeling anything. Another one was locked in a shower. For whatever reason, none of them reacted to any of this, and one of them seemed to almost enjoy it. After all was said and done, I kinda just left them there in the bathroom that this had been done in. My friend Ren was horrified by what I did and publicly called out not me but the action of what I did. No one else cared, but I felt guilty the entire time regardless. I remember going on an episode of either the Simpsons, Malcolm in the middle, or both to confess to my crimes, but I couldn't talk about it because they were only interested in things that would make them money, so hal talked with an interviewer in a kitchen about the time one of his kids did something stupid. Regardless, the whole ordeal was an experience of handling guilt. A few of the locations I was in included inside a giant hardware store-ish thing, outside a shopping center, in a bathroom, and on a TV set.

One of the people I desecrated looked like max, another like trinity, and another looked like a small electronica musician I saw live once. I feel horrible about all of this and would never wish harm on any of those people. One of them is a somewhat close friend, another one is extremely nice, and the musician seemed cool.

The fact that this dream was had after I started feeling like school was falling apart isn't a coincidence. I'm glad I have Aaron comforting me right now.

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In this dream I was in an old - poorly lit - garage and talking to the owner mechanic - a friendly older man.
We were talking about mechanical things, and I told him I hadn't always been very interested in the subject but that lately I was, and he said it was never too late to learn and that one place to start is with a tool.

I looked around for one and chose a medium sized Square and he said that was a good choice and I asked if I could buy it and he said $4 - I had a five dollar note and a one dollar note and thought just to give him $6 for it but decided to give him the $5 saying 'keep the change'.

As we moved around the workshop - I suddenly thought that I had been there before and then remembered that a friend of mine and I had stopped here many years ago when out riding.

I seemed to think that my friend and the garage owner were friends and asked him if he remembered me and my friend stopping in all those years ago, and he said that he did indeed remember that.

Another person resembling my friend - white hair and beard - was flittering around in the peripherals.

A child then appeared riding a small unusual looking well-built peddle-car. I remember thinking how fortunate some kids are and had the thought that he would be a boy-racer when he got older...with the feeling that some folk don't appreciate things because they have always been given stuff and never had to work for it so they don't take care of the things they have.

The scene shifted to out the back of the garage as I followed the garage owner. My eldest son was with us now. I had the feeling that he needed a shower and asked the garage owner if it would be alright to use the shower in the garage and he was fine with that, so I asked my son to go take a shower and then we would be on our way.

When we returned to the inside of the garage, there were two taps running, with water pouring onto the floor. I turned the taps off and apologized to the owner.
My son was inside some type of glass cabinet and looked older. I asked him why he had turned the taps on, but he did not reply.

While I waited for him to get out of the cabinet and answer my question, I rolled a cigarette. I remember licking the paper before putting tobacco into it, and thinking that was not the way I normally did it...

I asked my son again, and he said that he could not find the shower [so he turned on the taps to get attention] - or that was the feeling I got from his reply...

The workshop floor sloped upwards as my son, and I walked toward the back - but I think that this may have been out the back and it was night-time, and I didn't tell the difference between being inside and outside - and suddenly the person with white hair and beard speed down a pathway leading back into the garage saying something like 'wait here!' - he seemed panicked...

I then awoke and thought to take some notes and then go back to sleep [because it is only 3am] but then decided that if I remembered my dream in the morning, I would DJ it - but then I couldn't get back to sleep so got up and wrote this down.