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Journal Entry non-lucid #7 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: Ever since school started, I had less time to sleep and more time to stress. I guess it is on sub-conscious level because I feel relaxed, but I can't remember most of my dreams. This was the only dream worthy of noting.

Dream fragment 1 from 4:30am-7:30am" Angry Dog ": I was with my dad and sister and we were heading into a house. We didn't know the house belonged to someone else, someone we didn't know. We casually walked inside and this dog started growling at my dad. I told my dad what ever he do, he shouldn't run. My dad started running and the dog instinctively came after him. I jumped right in front of the dog to distract him then I started running the opposite direction that my father ran. I told my dad to leave, and I also told my sister to leave. I picked up a chair and blocked the dog with it. The dog tried to run around it and I hit it very hard with the wooden chair. I did this until the owner came. The dog was badly injured and had a lot of cuts and blood coming out of him. We then hanged around the owner. We didn't know they had a dog. I guess my love for my family makes me vulnerable to emotions (which is good though). If the dog only came after me I think I would have handled it differently.

*beep* was the hypnagogic word i remember. Soon, a movie screen at a theater was in full view showing...what else but a movie. I guess some chase was happening and the camera showed a top view (like frogger). I tried to flip the camera to first person mode which didn't word, and the car crashed. View then zoomed out to me in the theatre (finally got my dream body) but i guess the chase continued. 2 people entered the theatre shooting stuff at me. i used some sort of hook to escape.

I wanted to find my dream guide, so i kept asking around for a dream shop. I first asked a little kid who gave me some indiscernible directions and mentioned that he was funny. I gave him a high five and focused on how his hand felt to be more aware of the tangible/feeling aspect in dreams. He then told me an indiscernible joke. I asked someone older and tried to shake their hand but they tried giving me a hug...one of those awkward greetings. He said he didn't know. I asked someone else and he gave me clear directions, but I still didn't know the area well. He said he would charge me $50 to take me. I told him that I'd give him $40 if i can hop on his back and he can just fly me there. I guess he was gay because he really liked that statement, and asked, "Where did you FIND this guy?!?" to his friends who were laughing in the background. It never happened though.

I almost visited hell again. From pitch black to red flames. i saw a vague devil like looking character who was spouting gibberish and was tired of his antics so i decided to leave. I've already talked to the devil before. I tried blasting off into space which worked this time and i ended up near some ultra hot star in space near a hippopotamus. I could feel my waking breath increase and i was still LD'ing but was half awake. I wanted to free-float in space longer, but i wasn't permitted the time.

I go to some benches and see a group of ladies there. I decide I am going to fuck the hottest one there. They were all ugly, so i pointed and created a better looking girl. She bent over, and knowing my luck, I thought it would be a guy. I turn her around to see the face, and sure enough........I swear my paranoid thoughts are always fulfilled. I just said forget the fucking.

I am in bed and stupid roommate comes into room. I try telling him to GTFO but i dont want to talk to lose lucidity. I am anxiously swinging my knees side to side wide knives in my palm on my lap. Another roommate comes in and sits down. I finally scream GTFO. one of them leaves. The other one is still there, and i say, "YOU TOO". I then feel someone choking me from behind and I tell them to stop. I tell them I'm gonna fuck them up if i have to get up. I end up getting up and looking at my hands only to find that my fingers are stubs. I realize I'm dreaming and playfully beat my roommates up and fly away.

Alright. I was standing in my room in my dream and I wouldn't think it was weird. But all the lights were off and it was dark outside so I turned on my light and I waited around 5 seconds before it turned on. I turned on a couple other lights and I turned on one more light and I kind of knew what was going on. I was in a dream, I remembered reading about RCs and it mentioned the light one, I told my sister and she said cool like it didn't matter. My dad was in the living room sleeping on a mattress and he asked me what I was doing up so I said "I'm getting something to eat" and he said "okay"

I went to the microwave and I checked my hands and it showed 5 fingers and I said to myself "put your finger through your hand" and so I did. I was surprised because the middle of my hand stretched and I looked at the side and saw my finger!

I knew I was for sure dreaming and I saw my sister floating by the door way, first thing I wanted to do was fly. I was getting ready. I ran and I went into the air like superman and I was just soaring slowly through the air until I hit the ground. As I hit the ground I woke up.

Actually my plans for my next LD were to go to NYC through a dream door, meet Karlie Kloss (a famous VS model whom I have met within my dreams quite frequently - almost like a dream buddy), go to a cafe, have a nice talk, eat some cake and explore the feelings and sesations within my LDs a little bit more... Not all of it worked out but at least most. So here we go...

It all started as a normal dream. I was on vacation with my family in a poor town in Estonia (I have never been there before - going to 'mildly strange' places all over the world is one of my Dreamsigns), but that didn't arouse any of my suspicion. We walked through this little village. The roads were quite narrow, cars parked everywhere and it was really dim because the houses on both sides of the road were quite high, the sky was cloudy and it was a late winter afternoon. We came to some sort of plaza with a little playground on it. I climbed up the slide and looked around to get a view of what's going on all around the plaza. There were two young guys apporoaching us, swearing in a language I have never heard before so my parents and I decided to leave. At one corner of the plaza there was a bakery. The whole sidewalk and the streets were covered with squishy and old bread crumbs and leaves from all the trees surrounding the plaza. My mum went inside and got us some sort of filled pastries. Right next to the bakery not even 3 meters away there was a candy shop and I really wanted to go inside. The area next to the entry was really small and full of shelves with candies - some of them known and some of them totally unknown to me ('Must be some Estonian candies' I thought). I went further inside and found a hugeeee shelf full with different cans that contained soda drinks from all over the world. This was really cool and I told my mum that I have to buy a few to taste them. The owner of the shop came to us after I told my mum about the cans and talked to us in English - he welcomed us and told us a bit about the village however (luckily) my focus of awareness shifted... to my feet! It was winter and I was quite sure that I was wearing some solid winter shoes to keep my feet from freezing but NO! I was wearing my slippers! And as if that wasn't strange enough I discovered that the right slipper was on my left foot and vice versa! I became very suspicious and tried to change it, but it didn't work. I immidiately considered that this must be a dream, but it was sooo vivid and realistic, but I kept at it and finally realised that being unable to change my shoes MUST be the most obvious sign of a dream that my subconscious mind can give me! I became lucid and instantly remembered to accomplish the goals I have set! I rubbed my hands and closely examined the dark- and light-grey stripes on the PVC floor of the shop in order to increase my lucidity - this worked amazingly well after having some major stabilisation problems in my last two LDs! I walked through the shop and found a window to leave. I opened it, looked outside and thought "OMG, it's quite high! What if I'm awake and die after jumping out!" so I tried to breathe through my plugged nose which worked. This gave me the certainty of dreaming and again increased my lucidity ever so slightly. So I jumped out, walked off and wondered "OK, I could fly to New York City, but I could also try and use a dream door (I have never done that before)" so I considered this option and soon afterwards found a wooden door behind a tree close to my home (I wasn't even in Estonia anymore after jumping through the window!). I went right up to the door with the clear intention of being able to directly enter NYC - I opened the door AAAAND... suprise: I saw the tall skyscrapers, cars zooming by and many people walking all over the place! I actually was in NYC now! I strolled along the streets a little while untill I came to a huge plaza covered in concrete with some trees here and there. At one corner was (who would have expected that after reading my plan?!) a cafe! I went there and who was waiting there for me? Yes, Karlie Kloss! JACKPOT. I greeted her and she was wearing a nice pink top and casual blue jeans - stunning as always . There was a waitress in front of the cafe who looked exactly like one of the teachers at my school. She greeted us and I told her "Hey, Karlie and I will have some cake here!" (I also told her that this is a dream and that she is nothing more than a figment of my imagination. I like saying that to random DCs! She didn't really reply to that. She just looked a little dumbfounded and greeted other customers.) I just wanted to enter the cafe with Karlie however it seems that my subconscious mind took over a little because all of a sudden Taylor Swift came around the corner and greeted me as if knowing me well. She was wearing a black top, Raybans and had her hair cut reasonably short. She took my hand and started kissing me - I was a little shocked to be honest (It was nice and all, but I didn't expect this! I have experienced similar things before - every time I started to lose focus on the fact that I am in a dream, random things and people popped up, annoying my business) - anyway. I thought "whatever! You're in NYC and Taylor Swift just kissed you... Go for it." We made out for a while right on the plaza... which was somehow really crazy. After a little while I focused on the cafe again. Karlie was gone and a guy was sitting in front of the cafe playing on his guitar. I went up to him, talked to him a little and noticed that I started to lose clarity. I rubbed my hands and closely looked at the guy's guitar, but I woke up right afterwards...

All in all, quite a successful LD with some fairly strange occurences later on that really didn't bother me at all. Especially using the dream door was quite astonishing! I'm sure this will be my new ultimate way of getting anywhere I please to go!

some how my dad managed to drive his huge white truck of this muddy hill. we were all able to bail out of the truck and have a fun slide down on the mud, but then his truck started to sink into the ground. i swam to wear it was dissapearing and dove into the water and swam down. i could just see the top black railinings that line the bed of his truck. i grabed one and pulled it above the water. hahaa its funny cuz it was a dream but when i got to back to the surface i acted like a typicall heroic douche bag, all outa breathe panting and stuff. i tried to hold onto the truck and the other boys helped me as well. i dont know how but we managed to pull the truck out of the water and onto the shore.

pretty cray

later i was at a hotel with shelly and matt jajeh. we were like getting all dressed up for osmething. miguel sheker was with us and he left his goggles in the shower.

I was visiting some city and was in maybe a bad part of town when I was mugged if not killed. It was a terrible experience, and some sigs came across me and could tell that I was in really bad shape. I could feel the intense bruising that was all over my face. I think the scariest part was just knowing that there was a human out there that could do that to me, inflict so much pain for self-gain.

Then, in a later dream, my mom had scheduled a very nice birthday party for me which involved a boat. My friends sang me happy birthday, but I was still reflecting on the nightmare I had experienced earlier. The party seemed all wrong, and I just wanted to cry and be alone. I cried my ass off and made everyone feel uncomfortable. I felt like it was meant to be tho. I would start talking about the dream and instantly be overwhelmed with fear and begin sobbing. My mom tried to console me, but it wasn't very helpful. I felt that everyone simply wanted me to get over it, but I couldn't. I crouched under a table and cried away.

I was in some sort of house that was being infiltrated and David from city roots was strategically constructing reinforcements. I attempted to help out but ended up causing more harm than good and apologized. This morphed into this lived experience/movie being watched where I leapt over a wall and encountered some high quality explosive that my "boss" wanted me to collect. I realized through 3rd person perspective his motives in asking us to gather them. He had a partner he wanted to betray. He took the huge stack of cash they had amassed and rigged it with these explosives. When his partner handled the money, kablam. I saw this happen while watching a movie with the parents and my mom remarked that this was the best part, the very end, when the partner makes some exclamation in british as he's blown up.

Going to bed at 5am isn't helping me remember my dreams... not that I'm surprised by that. Still, I remember some stuff from last "night":

1) I was living in someone's house. I know him online, and there were other two people from the same online community there. One of them opened a window too fast and dropped a perfume bottle outside. We all laughed a lot. We were discussing the sleeping arrangements, who would stay in each room.

2) I was in a small town. I have family in a VERY small town, and in my dream, it was supposed to be there. But the dream city was bigger than the real life one. Anyway, they had an RV and they were driving it around. I got a little tired and went to the bed they had offered me. I got there and saw a snake killing a lizard. It scared me so much that I woke up.

3) There was some civil war going on. I was part of a group, and there was another group trying to kill us. They kept setting stuff and people on fire, but we managed to keep our cool and handle the whole situation.

I was in a video game-like scene, one on which I would go in a set direction. Instead of going where I should, I turned down a dirt road. It was pitch black but I had a animal buddy to guid me. They a a flashing light that would go of periodically that would allow me to catch up. We got to a building, walked through and opened the back door.

There was a small quaint town. The snow was falling and the buildings had a kind of warm glow to them. My animal buddy turned into a person. We walked into a bar across the street. It had a automatic playing piano. I sat and watched it for awhile.

I was then outside shopping in what appeared to be the old clothing store I had worked at. I got the feeling the sales people were judging me because of the clothes I was wearing. I left to go back to the bar.

This time in the bar the Beatles were there singing all their songs. My friend and I sat beside Paul. I think we took his wife's seat, who wasn't Linda but an old neighbour I had once. I felt like a stranger but we never left. My friend said that I should sing a song. But I told him I was only good at songs like Shes Leaving Home. Then that song came on and I joined in singing but just barely. I kept trying to lay my head on my friends arm but it was too bony. Everyone seemed to have their heads on the tables.

I was back at the clothing store and there was a door that being blocked off. They were supposed to be building hype to the sale items in that room. To be honest though there didn't seem to be that many people in the store. When they opened the door I was first to rush and go crazy, I jumped up on top of a dresser and was rummaging through clothes. But I noticed all the other girls just calmly shopping, talking to each other. Some were at tables eating crackers. I felt stupid acting like this and I got down and a man offered me some crackers. I ate them but made my mouth dry. A lady had marble cheese and she gave me some. I walked to a big gumball machine and tried to see how it worked. I wondered if I pulled the knob without putting money in would get a gumball. It didn't work.

Then it went to a scene of my guy friend. He was climbing huge rope ladders and jumping to the next one. I think two guys were chasing him so he felt really rushed. He got to the last jump but the distance between the ladders widened. He felt as if he couldn't make the jump but the boys were catching up.

1. [Non-Lucid]
My Aunt appears to have moved house, I'm in the house with my Cousin and Mother, I open the front door and ask whats in there (theirs another door facing me), Mum replied "that's the bar" with a slight smile I replied "ah ok".

2. [Non-Lucid]
I'm at a party sat on 1 of 2 sofas with I think friends or family, we seem to be having quite a laugh.

Next I go pick up my old girlfriend Tiffany in I think a red curvy soft-top fast car, when I arrive I see her face...I think shes smiling (she also has dark brown long hair just how I remember her), she sits in the passenger seat next to me and I drive, now I'm driving down a road seems to have a lot of foil-age to my right then I cross a bridge, she asked me something don't remember what but when I replied but idk what I said {I felt anxious and guilty} (something about an animal).
We are now at the party, I think I'm sitting with her, Chris my cousin enters and sits down so I introduce her to him.

3. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in some sort of shooting game where I acquire a big gun that shoots a stream of plasma (much like the stream from a Ghostbusters ghost catcher) so I went and hid in a cabinet on the back wall of a building facing the entrance.
A guy walks in (He appears to be dressed in cowboy gear), I slowly open the cabinet door and I zapped him twice with this gun, shooting out fuzzy blue streams of plasma (really looked cool) he shook and wobbled then died.

4. [Non-Lucid]
I am at Emily's house (best friend/love interest), I called for her and decided to go into her room but she was in there naked (for the record I didn't actually see her naked as the "dream camera" was too busy watching my face, Possibly saw just her leg) and I saw and gasped then walked away all sweaty into the kitchen where someone talked to me about something, then I hear a "psst" so I turn around and shes peaking her head around the corner and gesturing with her hand to come to her, so I did and she asked "how much did you see?" in which I replied while blushing and smirking "Id be lien if i said I saw nothing...I saw everything".

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Fragments:
May have seen my best friend Emily possibly dressed in blue

Prior to bedtime, I was sifting through the DV forums and stopped upon the dream interpretation sub forum. Read the sticky posts at the top and a few of the dreams posted and realized that there is nothing to really definitively help anyone help themselves in interpreting their own dreams. Wrestled with writing a article to submit, but kept asking myself who am I to jump in like that...

Still the urge persists..

At bedtime I framed up reacquainting myself with the variety of meanings in my own dreams. Focusing on recalling the keys I used to be familiar when I was keeping track diligently a couple years ago..


All I got for a dream was a very short, at first seemingly meaningless dream..

Dreamview opens into my repair shop out front. Roll up door is open to the east and my perception is facing east looking out the door. Inside its kind of dark, but outside it is bright and moderately sunny with some clouds passing by overhead.
A vehicle drives up from the west and south and parks at the south side of the shop just out of view. The doors open, I actually hear them for a change, and two persons get out. They are my wifes sisters husband and their daughter. The daughter is leading the father, happily hopping and skipping along, as they come across the front of the shop. They are headed north to something down at the other end of the building going on outside. I then woke up.

At first this seemed so short and insignificant. I closed my eyes again and meditated. Went into almost another dreamlike state. Facing east is significant. Seems to face east is to make new realizations. The dc's heading North is also significant in making spiritual progress. At the same time, from other dreams I have had, I also realized that moving upwards is also a sign of spiritual progress and realization.
The vehicle driving up from the south and west is also a symbol of moving along spiritually as is the two persons getting out of it. the vehicle represents ones self, as in body person persona. The two inside that get out represent a higher and lower self, a parent and a child... spiritual writings are plentiful with such metaphor. Male and female also has meaning. All of these things are spoken of in
Christian writings referring to teachings from Jesus as to the inner workings of spirit. All of this speaks to the individual and the inner relationships of one aspect of oneself to another. It all rings bells in texts I have read from Islam to Buddhism, to Hindu teachings and more.
As a note: One must also realize that there is not a "cookie cutter" approach to the metaphors. Meanings can shift from one dream to the next depending upon how the components present themselves overall.

Ok.. i was having a band practice with an unknown band.. in the dream it was my band, but i dont know either the band members or the music. We were practicing in a bomb shelter. It was a nice place.. and we just got new bass player, and it was a woman. Then we celebrated with the band and my ex girl.. around a table. We started drinking.. well we were drunk already i think. And someone said sometging similar to "piki" which is how i called my ex. And she thought that that person said that, and she remembered out past times. But anyways.. we drank more.. I was driving a car.. i didnt feel drunk, i wanted to change a sweater. I got out of the car and i was drunk again. I went to my hotel.. which was not a hotel anymore. There were some wooden stairs and next to it it was a i dont know.. a slide so that you can go up the stairs by bike or a wheelchair. It was another bar now not a hotel. We went up.. and it was obviously closed because it was a fence and at least 3m drop to get to the bar. I said well guys it is closed.. i turned around and 2 babes came up the stairs and said.. bye.. se you tomorrow.. like we were there all night. AH ok.. i slided down the stairs.. and on the bottom i fell under someones table.. i was laughing and i was drunk. I stood up.. trying to walk.. the scene was weird. Everyone looked like a snowboarders mixed with disco peple. There were some girls and on the floor it was hay all over. It was a giant stable. I said to myself.. this is a good place to pick a girl.. i walked more.. fell again on the hay.. my vision started to be very drunk.. everything was spinning.. i couldnt keep the pace with my friends.. they were kicking some inflatable sex toy.. and i was still falling down and rising up.. they saw me and they laughed, they started to imitate my falls.. i tried to get to them.. but i fell again,, and i said to myself.. wtf? ive been drunk many times but this must be a dream! switching to lucid.. the first thing i saw was a computer. i dont know why.. it turned on.. and there were millions of colors in it. The camera of the dream moved slowly so the camera angle was from my bed.. like i was having opened eyes and i am just looking from my bed. Images on the computer were jumpy and colorful.. it was like some comercial about getting everything bigger. There were some little books just popping into a bigger ones.. and flowers were growing with super speed. And my bed became a bar stand. The computer was still there between the liquer. and a waitress came to serve me. she was blonde and good looking. My focus changed from the computer to her. I looked at her and she was changing shapes. she was aging superfast.. she was old in like 5 seconds. Then i woke up. Well it was a lucid dream but no control over it.

Morning of January 14, 2014. Tuesday.



A part of the first dream was quite specifically precognitive (of the type which I have always welcomed compared to the day to day trivial visual type). Needless to say, both my wife and myself almost hurt ourselves laughing when the details became known.

In my dream, there is a visit by a prince of a small town. It seems unusual in that the prince is from another close region and representing modern Western culture (rather than being a typical politician, for example). He goes around making speeches but not many people continue to listen as they start to suspect he has some sort of mental issues. Still, for some reason, I and a few others follow his misadventures out of a choice to “protect the village idiot

This is a very long dream, but I will not get into some of the details other than a few here. Somehow, there is an old Greek building which is apparently a political building that was destroyed by recent war (perhaps it is the future). The "prince” gets up onto a broken Greek column (which is a few feet up from the ground) and uses it as a “throne” even though there are a few sharp bits sticking up which he complains about. He speaks, “Whoever after due and proper warning shall be heard to utter the abominable word ‘Briz-bane’, which has no linguistic or other warrant, shall be deemed guilty of a High Misdemeanor”. He then goes on to say how he is not satisfied with the “county seat” (which is not really a term used in Australia). I am reminded of something I had read ages ago and realize that this “prince” must be a direct (fictional; in dream only) descendant of Emperor Norton.

Over time, it seems he actually transforms into his ancestor, Emperor Norton, but the majority of people ignore his speeches (until later on). He mostly claims how “everything” (in Australia) is his and that every building in the country represents “his grocery store” and every person is his grocer. He has arguments with a few people but does not seem remotely discouraged or even aware that they are complaining or running from him. He goes to a movie theater proclaiming it to be a grocery store and gives a speech as to the importance of movie theaters actually being grocery stores and again, how “every man is my grocer”. “I know all of you very well,” he says (even though he seems to know nothing about anyone), “each and every one of you is my grocer." Soon, he seems to be on a quest for the best pumpkin pie. He goes into a woman’s clothing store and sees women undressing, proclaiming it to be the "most obvious grocery store” in the region. “Because it has the most bread,” he says (which I do not quite get - perhaps he meant “breast”.)

Near the last part, he is giving a speech in a more isolated area. “Even this isolated meadow is my grocery store,” he proclaims, “and all of you are my grocers…the fact that you are here now is proof that you are here to be my grocers…”

Suddenly, a pack of wild dogs (mostly larger brown ones), running about in a rather chaotic way otherwise, and nipping at each other’s faces, is headed straight for him. He has no awareness of the danger. Five are headed directly at him as they pass me. Becoming slightly semi-lucid, I merely wave my arms and they suddenly cringe, look confused, and turn around to go back in the direction they came from. I notice that the area is near an arc-shaped gravel road but does not immediately remind me of any real-life location - especially as it seems to just be an isolated arc-shaped gravel road in the middle of nowhere with no other discernible signs of human habitation (this relates to the “C” of Cowsills, as well as possibly my first name, but is a bit too complex to get into here). For some reason, this scene with the dogs strikes me as being particularly hilarious - not even sure why. I guess it is the overall comedic mood of a pack of dogs jumping about and running to go after someone and then suddenly turning tail and going back the other way and checking back a couple times to see if I am still there.

After this, I see someone in town near a row of commercial buildings who comes out from an alleyway. He is Greg R, a supposed cocaine addict I knew from work on Copeland Avenue and have not seen at all in years. “Man, that prince sure f-ed my town up,” he says at the mostly empty streets. I could not care less at this point. I am sitting on the sidewalk with my legs out, leaned up against a building somewhat. Somehow I become semi-lucid enough to be aware that my wife is close by and coming to see me. She comes and sits on me and we start making out in public (although there are not that many people on the streets by this point).

Morning of January 14, 2014. Tuesday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and I are back at the house in Wavell Heights in Brisbane where our two oldest also lived when growing up. The house is similar to the real one when we lived there, but with several minor differences. Most of my dream takes place in the kitchen. Zsuzsanna seems to be making a salad with carrots and lettuce.

We are babysitting the girl of a single mother, although I am unsure if it is “our” house in my dream or if we are supposedly at her house (even though it was ours in reality years ago). After a time, it seems that there is concern about where the girl is that we are supposed to be babysitting and she is nowhere to be seen; nowhere in the house or yard. I think about what we should do, as it seems to be problematic to be babysitting a child who is not even present.

Soon though, the dark-haired girl makes an appearance in the kitchen. When questioned, she says that she had been down by the riverbank with her boyfriend, having taken her bicycle to the location. This seems a bit disrespectful in taking off without saying where she is going. I tell her that if she had vanished, no one would know where to look. I ask her if her mother just lets her go off at random times without any clue as to where she is going and it seems the answer is yes.

“Your mother is a nut job!” I add dramatically. She goes and sits in the corner in the kitchen, to the right of the doorway, to brood. I soon notice that she has numerous tiny white spots on her shirt, seemingly caused by the ever-amusing “healing powder” (over “healing power”) mix-up. Apparently, a packet of maize flour had been thrown at her. The “healing powder” vs. “healing power” blunder always amuses me when it occurs in my dreams (though this only happens when I use “healing power” in lucid auto-scripting and it carries over in a distorted form in non-lucid dreams such as this one).

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It is of no consequence, really. Whether it is “powder” or “power” the overall results are similar enough. It is always maize flour. Even so, there is probably also a “flour girl” and “flower girl” mix-up at some levels.

“It may look like an antibiotic but inside it you have chalk, powder or if you are lucky, you get maize flour or whatever is inside there, decried Prof Rogo.” Sudan: Outdated legislation hindering health programs in Africa by Mena Report.

“I love the flower girl”; a relevant Cowsills lyric. (Zsuzsanna was the flower girl as a child in hippie Nimbin during the Mardi Grass/Aquarius festival, one of hundreds of precise dream clues that led to my real-life discovery of her as my soulmate).

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Aside from the subliminal auto-scripting in this dream that yet again confused “power” with “powder”, the young girl being down by the river with her bicycle is an autosymbolic play on dream state induction itself (as well as a childhood reference to the Dickey Lee song “Patches”). The river signifies spiritual communication as well as dream state initiation, with a younger version of Zsuzsanna, and the bicycle as an element of the physical body, signifying vague awareness of the hypnopompic kick that only truncates some dreams in the first stage of the sleep cycle.

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Journal Entry non-lucid #6 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I stressed myself with countless reality checks on Sunday, and was a little nervous about my school starting so my dream recall was very blurry and at first I didn't remember anything. I tried many times but it came back to me later on when I wasn't trying. From one detail I worked my way up or backwards. The 1st dream is influenced by a game GTA 5, I don't know about the second. The third, I had a conversation telling my sister not to go to parties.

Dream fragment 1 from 8:30pm-2:30am" Airport ": I was in some sort of airport.

Dream fragment 2 3:30am-5:55am " Neighbors ": I heard my neighbor's alarm going off, so I rush over to see if they were ok. It was broad day light but my neighbors are very old. They are probably both in their 80s and they both have medical problems. Before his wife left to a treatment home, he used to take care of his wife. The guy doesn't have any one to take care of him, his children are not there for him. His wife got diagnosed with some brain disease which I don't know in too much detail but I know that she cannot communicate like she used to, all her words would just come out as loud slurs. I think it also affected her memories. Well I just wanted to set the back story to why it was so emotional. When I ran to their door, I saw them coming behind me, with another women I didn't know. My neighbor's wife was in a wheel chair, in waking life she is not in a wheel chair. I then came to them in relief that they were ok. For some reason I just wanted to hug them. I didn't want to leave that random women out of it, and make her feel left out, so I casually hugged her since she was the closest to me. I then went to hug the mans wife and I looked at her eyes, she was full of joy and she had this sparkle in her eyes. I was also so happy that they were happy. She was a little chubby and didn't look exactly the way in waking world, she is very skinny and look as though she doesn't eat. Her husband on the other hand looked exactly the same. I don't remember hugging him, but I am pretty sure I did. Oh yeah their house was shining white.

Dream fragment 3 3:30am-5:55am " Zefrank and The Singing Animals": Zefrank was in my dream and we were talking about how newer generation of children don't think that they should care for others. Me and Zefrank were next to an ocean. Zefrank started singing about something and it turned into some sort of music video with animals singing. I don't remember the details.


Dream fragment 4 3:30am-5:55am" Family Gathering ": I was inside my house and my whole family came to visit. My house was however bigger than it is in waking life. My uncles were there. I went and greeted everybody except my cousin, LY. I only remember of her being annoying when she was younger so I didn't say hi. She did get older, but I assumed she was the same. Then I asked a guy from my church, where all these books came from and he said it belonged to him. I was amazed and jealous that he has access to a wide variety of books. It was all over the shelves as well.

Dream fragment 5 3:30am-5:55am" Block Party": I was at a block party. I told my sister that parties are useless and a waste of time. Of course she didn't listen to me. After seeing every one dancing and myself not, I said, "what doesn't make sense is that I am in a party". After hearing me question the reality my sister and cousin came to me and they said there is a motorcycle over and I should go play with it. I then went to the motorcycle. It was actually a one wheeler, and it looked very futuristic. I got on it and it could go pretty fast. I went about a block from the block party, but I couldn't control the motorcycle very well. It was slowing down on its own. I then tried to make it go fast yanked back the handle, pushed it forward, nothing. As it was slowing down this guy from the party jumps out and steals the bike from me. Not caring too much about it I let it go and did something else.

I'm standing in front of a row of elevators with reflective gold-colored doors, and in a sort of voiceover I'm hearing what sounds like an article about a scientific study of reflections. There's a lot of information that sounded reasonable at the time but didn't actually translate to waking life - for example, your eyes perceive this angle of motion and expect an impact that never comes, causing tension, and resulting in your attention focusing on this or that minor detail. As I get into the elevator, the article is saying something about there being two different ways to think of reflections which both carry different benefits, and it goes on to explain the two ways. I find this interesting and decide to experiment with switching to the other way of thinking, which is viewing your reflection as a separate person, even expecting it to talk. Acting on the article's advice, I address my reflection on the mirrored elevator wall. My reflection's a great deal taller than me, and completely covered by a hooded cloak. I find I like him - or it - a great deal.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Some vague fragment involving briefly passing through an exhibit to do with planets, and something about Artemis.

There's a woman who's determined to hold onto the hand of some monstrously deformed figure who keeps trying to shy away. She's thinking about how she's been through some kinds of transformations in the past herself, so it takes more than some monstrous appearance to frighten her off. The monstrous one's thinking something about Cain, and something about two angels, one in favor of allowing the other's creations - humans - to develop variations of themselves (which is to say, to have children); the one who created them was opposed; and now he's found his downfall in a relationship with a human, which wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for that decision, allowing the humans to develop into new variations.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a man who's been running through the halls of a house and now reaches a dead end, a study with a portrait, which I briefly thought was a mirror. A man who's been following him at a walking pace comes into the room and starts talking about the portrait, and about the history of the man in the painting, who was - is? - a vampire. He says, "They forgive him the very thing he (something)," and then something about "fell." Meanwhile the man who'd been running is stumbling around the room with his hand over his stomach like he's been injured, saying "Please!" There's a resemblance between him and the portrait.