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non lucid
*I gave a ride to my step cousins in this non existence truck.
*Gave money an old asian man that I seemed to owe him.
*My ex girlfriend said everyday she thinks about marrying me.
*Riding in a low rider car in downtown dallas.

lucid
*I was at the pool area interested in finding a blonde girl. I saw this beautiful girl in a hot tub then she turned into my girlfriend. I walked away and asked a little kid a questions but I forgot what, he said he didn't want to respond. I smiled thinking wow this is a good kid.

Morning of October 25, 2013. Friday.



This lucid “full-body” experience starts by entering a hypnagogic portal (after about three hours of being in “state”). I keep hearing music that I am fairly certain has not been recorded, somewhat like old-school dub reggae, but more modern - the fact that we have the fan on near our bed in real life adds greatly to this state because of the level of white noise and the ambient “masking” effect. It does not seem to be a track I have worked on regarding my real-life work. There are no stronger (involuntary telepathic) vocal pulses by this point except maybe a few meandering “orphan” ones from somewhere in the neighborhood that do not relate to me or my focus (I get far less than I did years ago at any rate - it takes time). It is very hard to sleep without the environmental noises being filtered to at least some extent and it also helps when being in deep state - as if it is “too quiet” - the slightest sound (even a leaf falling outside) causes extreme physical pain (or at least the seeming experience of such), almost like my skin being torn away.

One of the scenes from the first Rascals dream on here was not included but I will include it here with this entry. When we leave the mansion on King Street and start to walk out to engage in our adventure, I check my head and find I am wearing a baseball cap. This makes me extraordinarily angry and I immediately change it into a darker-colored cowboy hat with a Montana crease before anyone notices my “blunder”.

This other related dream reminds me very slightly of a few dreams I had many years ago. I was the one in “training” (with my fifth grade class) though (not the fictional Pearl as in this one). I was sort of running and leaping into the air in an attempt to fly but I kept crashing to the ground quite heavily. Over time, I learned that in dreams, at least for me, I can just let myself rise - as if there was no gravity. In many such dreams I had been in a diagonal (or even a standing) position rather than the strictly “Superman-like” way of flying, which I never particularly cared for.

Meanwhile, prior to the action, there is a part of the Key I want to enhance the workings of. I want to more precisely work out the entropy rate of its potential continuity to get “answers” in a quicker, more viable fashion. In the past, I used dividing sources that were written years ago. I later began to understand it had to be a newer, “present” written source such as a fresh entry on a dream journal (or several different entries for integration) or a recent set of news articles - or the answers would be from “another time” so to speak. I try to do the algorithm in my head which I am sometimes able to do after going over it several times. I know from one source table that the “apex” letter E represents 12.7 percent and bottom value Z represents only point one (0.1) percent. This means that the entropy rate is very high, but not high enough to prevent the answer forming coherently from the so-called Akashic records (although this may not be a good term to use considering all the nonsensical misinformation in the mainstream).

I am “awakened” (in-dream) by Eddie K, who is apparently teaching Pearl how to use the knowledge of the conscious mind to work at deeper levels of consciousness. I reflect on the irony. Most people in life use their dreams to enhance reality, when people such as myself use reality to enhance dreams! What an intriguing giggle for humanity’s sake! I almost start laughing too hard, which causes me to shift my awareness.

Pearl is trying to work in a similar manner as I have in the past, using a pure, viable knowledge of phasing and thought interpolation. She has the task of causing two walls to interpolate with polarity reversal so that both walls disappear (as with the construct of identical sound waves with one inverted over the other at the same time and placement) and instead, when the walls come together, they create a new wall in the target location with a perfect checkerboard pattern (instead of completely phasing out) and Eddie keeps laughing.

Suddenly, unrelated to the scene, there is a breakthrough idea when I catch a bit of thought interpolation between pulses of the dream-related energy. Recently I was going to write about a new trend - regarding why I have been seeing maize flour, yeast, and similar (including the recent dream with the supposed larger cloud of fingerprinting powder and the Etch-a-Sketch-like powder on the floor) in several of my recent dreams. I “catch” a sound pulse forming the term “healing powder” (instead of the phrase “healing power”)! I then suddenly am aware (although I have always known this - but not with this particular transition) of how the mind changes the meaning of affirmations, perhaps through unintended entropy - which dreams do quite often. (For example, when I was much younger - the sound pulse “girls” - without viable photo projection involved - often triggered shorter lucid dreams where squirrels appeared instead - kind of hilarious in a pitiful sort of way.)

Pearl is “trying to get it”.

“You need to meditate on ZERO PAIRS and related concepts for a few hours,” says Eddie. I can almost see her mind at work. She is thinking of a positive five and a negative five, and bringing them together (the negative five on her left, the positive five on her right, looking ahead and seeing a big fat “goose-egg” floating in the air).

“Start with black and white to gray,” says Eddie, “It’s easier. Black to your left, white to your right…now look forward and see gray…” Pearl fades out completely and doesn’t come back. Eddie K rolls his eyes with arms akimbo…“Quiet delight…benchmark…”

After a 10 day dry spell, I suddenly remembered lots from my dreams last night, which has made me more hopeful for future endeavors. Good amounts of detail remembered from these two dreams.
The first thing I can recall doing in this dream is attending a class at school. It looked similar to my science class from middle school. I met a girl there who I quickly became friends with, though I can't remember anything she said. She had long brown hair and was, unlike a lot of the girls around her, wearing no makeup.
The girl and I walked down the school hallway, which also looked like my middle school. We heard a stern voice and looked over to see my high school Japanese teacher yelling at some students for not following the rules and listening to him. The girl and I then attended a version of my middle school English class, except that it was much bigger and more surreal-looking. They were handing out applications for college that let you skip a year and then take a two year course.
Naturally, I went to go grab a paper, but when I got up there all the papers were buried underneath heavy books and I couldn't get them off. As I was struggling, a kid I know told me to sit down because I was taking too long.
This next dream was a continuation of the previous dream, I think. If it was a different dream, it didn't feel like it.
I was outside now, this time at a warped version of my old day care. There were multiple cats walking around, mewing and staring at me. I saw my luggage opened up and arranged neatly on a nearby brick wall (I'm on vacation in real life right now). I explored a little and discovered a small tube with the top part of it cut off. Somehow I determined that I had to fill the tube with water to raise a nearby chain and cut the chain to get a prize. Sadly, I don't recall what the prize was. I also noticed a white cat with orange and black spots hanging out near this area, and I tried to pet it, but it ran off.
I then noticed a small toy on the ground. Picking it up, it turned out to be a Boo from Mario, except it was Blue in color. I opened it up and discovered small boo candies inside of it. this reminded me of a toy I have in real life that looks like a Mario mushroom and has mushroom candies in it. I sat down and looked at the candies, but then noticed four hunters with long beards, laughing and walking by. They glanced over at me.
"Hello!" one said, raising his gun.
"Sup," I said simply. They laughed and started walking away. "Have fun!!" I yelled. They laughed at that too and kept walking. They gave me a creeped out feeling. I woke up and was going to stay up, but fell asleep for a few minutes and had a little dream that I remembered upon waking.
I walked downstairs in the rental house we're staying at right now, and the guy who owned it and his kids were talking with my grandpa and laughing. I walked out to the porch, where my mom and dad were swinging. "He seems nice," mom said.
"What're we all doing right now?" I asked.
"Hanging out with you all!" dad exclaimed. And then I awoke. Not terribly interesting, but it's something!
Thankfully, this dry spell broke~

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps, had difficult time falling asleep but still got lucid in the end.

Dream 1(fragments):

Something about dragons and barriers.

Dream 2:

I still "can't" fall asleep but then i realize that room is different, in fact it's different room of my home, i go around and stabilize, then i go on all four and find some midget who asks if i need help, i ask him about dragon form but he just goes away, i end up going around rooms and finding a distorted mirror, near which i find him again, i ask again but he still doesn"t responds, i think about going outside but dream fades.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some game that was like resident evil made on doom engine, it was coop and we were defending some house.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was in some kind of magic school place and everyone had some kind of mini-computers, then i was talking to someone.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing some difficult 2D platformer and there were spikes and traps everywhere. I had ability to dash horizontally though and used it to avoid them.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was watching someone play a game that looked like resident evil 4 mercenaries mode.

Dream 5(fragments):

I was using some editor and making mountains with snow and a river through them, it became more steep than i wanted to and i was testing it a few times.

One dream and two fragments...

Dream:

I was watching HIMYM. Then, at the end of the episode, they announced that Alyson Hannigan was coming to Brazil. I got really excited, since she was Willow from Buffy and I'm a HUUUGEEE Buffy fan! I decided that I had to go and find her, so I left my house (which was NOT my house). As soon as I left the house, I wasn't me anymore, I was Alyson Hannigan.

Alyson-me was on the airplane and I was thinking that Brazil seems interesting. Then I realised I couldn't speak Portuguese and I freaked out a little. I sent a message to Alexis Denisof (Alyson's husband), saying that I was a little worried about the language. I don't remember texting him, but I know I did it, as I was holding my phone.

When I looked away from my phone, I was on a street. I saw a cute little store, so I went there and asked to see some clothes. The people there didn't understand me and I got frustrated. I left and got into a nice café. I sat down and I was back being me again. I looked in front of me and a friend of mine from NZ was there. We used to work together in real life, but now she's back to NZ. In my dream, however, she was famous.

My cousin joined us and we were having a good time, telling our Kiwi friend that she had to come back to Brazil instead of being famous and going to VMA (it was a joke).

Fragment 1:

I was part of this special team, we had a spaceship and we were trying to find the evil aliens to kill them

Fragment 2:

I was looking for a book on what we think about when we're dreaming.

Something was taped to an overhead lamp on the ceiling, obscuring the light. As I was removing it, I remember thinking that the scouts did it.

I was sparring with my old jujitsu partner.
I won

I decided to make a dreaming forecast. Every time when i LDing describe a weather.

I woke up and my son said something to me. Stop. He must be in school. He's just call me. Count fingers, went through the wall to the street. Noticed, that the weather is fine, sun and so on. Like in real. I decided to find a dragon and went to the coner, but soon woke up.

I was in my bed. Count fingers, went through the window to the street, flew to te sea to find dragons. There were waves. i woke again.

I was in bed. Count fingers. went through a wall and flew, but not to the sea - in the other side. There was a supermarket, but it looked like a circus. i thought that there i could find a dragon. i landed and went to the door and awoke.

Time: 9.20am

I am walking home from near the milk bar in Merinda. I notice Rach A, is walking not too far behind me. I'm in a hurry and speed myself up by scootering along, which works. As I'm walking passed Evan S's house I see a dog and it wants to play fight with me. It's a medium sized dog which is blackish. The dog annoys me because I'm in a rush to get home. I figure he's lost and I check for something on him that will allow me to take him back to his owner. I see a heart shaped tag with his name on it, and a registration tag which is twisted and numbers look as they're fading. I'm across the road from gouchies and I grab the dog by it's collar, to get him to follow me. The dog doesn't like what I'm doing and tries to sit down and lay down. I notice a piece of his tail is on the ground, which has blood on the end. I look at his tail and notice it's bleeding and must be his. He also has blood on his paw's. I think at first that I may have stood on his tail as I had him around the collar but thought it was probably from a previous injury. I continue to walk the dog towards my house and the dog is now walking on only his back legs, not wanting to put pressure on his sore foot. I try and encourage him to walk on all fours. I reach my old house at blacks land and see Dad through the window, sitting on the couch. He notices me and the Dog and gives me a surprised look. The dog is also still walking on his back legs.

Dream 1:
I'm on the phone to Tash S. I hang up by accident and call her back even though I knew I had pre-paid and usually a tight ass when it comes to calling people. Her Mum answers and say's ''is that you Dean? Tash has a guy around''. Tash is now talking to me, and I make it quick, cause I don't want to be rude and stay on phone when she has a guest.

I'm at my old house in Crystal G's, but Tash lives here. She's in her bed room and the door is closed.

Dream 2:
I'm outside a house near St agatha's with Ash K and I'm trying to remember a chorus from a song. I write it down on the footpath with a weird substance? soapy? We both laugh about the lyrics I have written down, which are wrong, but Ash knows which song I'm talking about. I can see the song on youtube. The original of the song is sung by a Chinese band which is spelt similar to this ''A1L0UD733T''. There's an English version of the song which is sung by The Beatles. I play the English version and realize I was pretty off with my choice of lyrics.

Dream Fragment:
Collingwood beat Lions by 5 points (105 - 100). I see the MCG.

I need to accept that I have woken up without moving and can try to DEILD. I try and bring on a scene and I notice a small scene of a tree with no leafs on it (Sky View).

I finally had another lucid dream last night. It's sort of spurred me on somewhat, as I constantly seem to give up on journals and lucid dreaming in general. I also have a vague memory of having had some kind of lucid dream a couple of nights ago too, so... fingers crossed, I'll be having more.

Dream:
Something makes me realise everything isn't quite right: I think my sister was wearing the jacket which some anime character wears (I don't remember which, just know it was an anime or manga character and the jacket was dark) and it leads me to question why she should be wearing it. I reality check, pinching my nose, and a little air escapes between my fingers. I'm still not sure if it's a dream or not, and even after doing the same check multiple times, I still have my doubts. But since everything seems a bit odd anyway, I decide to go with the 'it's a dream' theory and remember how many times I've reality checked and done nothing for being doubtful.

Now in my own hallway (perhaps having previously been in the kitchen..?) and alone, I briefly wonder what to do. It's a choice between going through the hallway mirror and flying, and since I have always been much better at the latter than teleporting or summoning type stuff, I decide to do that. I run at the door, intending to go through it and then fly upwards. The glass and wood clings to my face but bends to my shape and I eventually force my way through (out of practise really) and jump up into the air. --I don't remember what happens here too well, but I end up back inside-- I try pushing through windows and doors a few times to get the feel for it back and then go upstairs. In my room, I look at my hands and decide to try changing their shape. I focus on the ring finger of my right hand and will it to get longer, thinking to myself things like 'this is a dream, you know it's a dream, it doesn't have to be logical'. It doesn't work, so I look away breifly. When I look back, the finger is longer. I manage to do the same for the rest of my fingers and spend some time just checking out my elongated hands, before trying to make my fingers tiny instead. I manage to make half of them short and stubby and the others stay long. I return them all to normal.

Someone is with me now - I don't know who - but I've told them that this is a dream. I tell them to follow me and that we will be able to fly. I face the window (where in reality, they are white, now they are black) and ram my face into it. It buckles about my head and then snaps to fit my shoulders and torso. I climb up onto the window sill and jump out into the sky. We fly round to the left and over a series of gardens. I become slightly worried about people seeing us. We turn right and a banked line of gardens lead down a steep hill. There are trees lining the right fences and the canopies form a kind of roof. I swoop down the 'tunnel' and out the other side, then up over the roofs of houses and towards a lake. There are tourists all about, and I grow very afraid of being seen. I fly out over the lake and then up. "Let's try going into space!" I call to my companion. I have never actually managed to get into space in a dream before. We go up into the clouds, where we suddenly find ourselves inside an odd floating structure: there are a series of broad, flat rooms with metal walls stacked up on top of each other. Some of the have people in them, and there is a lift shaft up the middle. I fly upwards, through the ceiling and keep going - with each level, the metal becomes a shade or so darker....

It stops being lucid after this. I'll write about the rest of the dream some other time.

A teenage girl with long red hair is standing in a field at the foot of a mountain. The image changes to show her standing in this same field when she was younger, standing under a tree while her father spoke to her with his hands on her shoulders, while the rest of the family walked away into the woods and left her there. She was known as something like a witch. She shouts after her family not to leave her, and when she tries to calm herself down some sympathetic man - also present in the scenes where she's a teenager - tells her no, go ahead and shout that if it's what you feel, call what you see, refuse to be quiet, make it your power.

She's older now, and as a disembodied observer I'm watching her walk across that field towards the mountain, watching her from behind and I'm struck by the vivid colors of her now compared to when she was younger - the red hair in a thick braid now and down to her legs, the vivid blue skirts. She's walking past a wooden house with something going on in the woods on her mind, something urgent, possibly dangerous, her thoughts feel very determined and she's intercepting a group of people walking across the field towards that house - I think of them as the Freyhella (name taken from Wraeththu, but the resemblance stops at the name). As she walks towards them she takes a knife and cuts off her hair, right to the scalp. "With shorn hair," she says to them, the first words of a ritualized phrase, citing her right to be heard as one of them, as their neighbor, and as a 'witness' - a reference to whatever it is that's going on in the woods that she was thinking about earlier, and that she needs their recognition for. She ends by saying "Turn, and you can't yield to this," and she gets this hard expression I fall in love with.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Her again, in the woods, walking a path around some people at a distance far enough that she won't be seen, forming a protective symbol around them.

I'm walking along a road and find a dog walking around on its own, separated from its owner. I read the owner's name on the collar, and I bring the dog back into town with me, ask around after the owner and almost immediately find her apartment building. I ring the buzzer and ask her to come down.

When she comes down, she gives me some water to carry. The plotline's changed: there's no dog, we're going somewhere together, two distinct groups traveling together, I'm in one group, she's in the other. I can feel the added weight of the water in my backpack and am annoyed at having to carry more than I'd originally packed. Some of the people in the other group stop to get some water from a stream, and most of the people in my group find this disgusting. My IRL sister L., with my group, says there's nothing wrong with it, running water is clean; the rest of us disagree with her, saying that's not exactly wrong but not exactly true either, and then saying that it's a matter of belief. IRL sister S. says that's why she and her friends have agreed to stop believing in anything, it affects too much.

Third-person Dreamsign Missed opportunity

Mars Insurrection
A man and a woman are sitting at a cafe table outdoors, talking. They're some sort of insurrectionists, and they're discussing how to overthrow Mars. The man says they have a gas that'll make people's minds more pliable, but for their purposes it's not strong enough. The woman says that if someone ingests a drug in multiple physical forms that the effects are compounded; she likens it to the method some wives use to get their husbands extremely drunk so they get arrested.

Now I'm seeing the outside of the police station. The man is in a fancy wheelchair. I can only see his back, but I know he's handcuffed. A female officer is pushing the wheelchair up the steps. It's the kind of ostentatious government building with about two stories of steps as wide as the building itself. I'm a little confused how the wheelchair is making it up, but I don't worry about it.

Now they're inside. A judge has just finished ruling on the man's case - but it turns out that both she and the officer are in on the plan. The judge says something to the officer who clips a little card in front of the man's face. To an outside observer, it just looks like it's obscuring his view of the proceedings. Now I see it from his view; it's a panoramic greeting card. Goofy is wearing an apron and wig and working in the kitchen, and another Disney character is there with him. Now the card has become animated, and the judge and officer are singing. Part of the song is something about hoping he enjoys the long months on the prison ship to Mars. I realize that the officer and judge are using the man as the fall guy to set their plan into motion.


Newfangled video games
I'm in someone's living room, sitting on their sofa. I have the impression I'm in an open floorplan with a large, bare area, but it's behind me, since the couch is facing into the corner. In the corner is a fairly small entertainment center with a TV and video game console. A long black cord runs from the console to the controller next to me on the couch. A game is plugged into the controller, and it's currently booting on the console. It reminds me of an old SNES game with parachutes, planes, and boats. It's been so long since I've gamed on a console that I'm a little unsure of things. I have no idea which console it is, what the game is, or how to play it. I try to make smalltalk with the homeowner by talking about the old days when the controller cords were only 6 feet long and you had to sit right in front of the TV to play.


Home improvement
I'm looking at a house. There's a section of the wall under the roofline that's been ripped out and replaced. The rest of the house looks completely normal, but this section is composed of 1x3x8s, running top-to-bottom, covered in a clear coat. Now I'm watching a salesman talking to some people about some kind of project they want to do, and why they should go with him. He's describing a variety of really bad alternatives of how they can do what they want to do, explaining that his method is the only viable one. I point out the house next door with the strange section, that it seems to do exactly what they want, and it's much simpler and cheaper than what he's suggesting, and he freezes and can't think of a good response.

Now I'm on a flat roof with my grandfather (who's skilled in woodworking) and a handyman I know, and maybe a couple of other people. We're currently standing under a shelter, since it's raining. We're all holding a tarp over our heads, getting ready to head out into the rain to do the work, hoping to stay dry. A couple of people in the group decide they don't care, drop the tarp, and head out into the rain unprotected. Now we're all wet. We're back under the shelter, and the other guys have decided to go home and change because they're wet. I'm really frustrated with them because it's their fault they got wet in the first place.


Farewell boat tour
I'm on a largish tour boat, going around a manmade river. The river is actually a giant square; it even has precise 90 degree corners. We're approaching one of the corners now. In front of us, floating right next to the wall, is another similar boat. I can't see anyone, but I know my pastor is on it. Now he's talking to us (in-dream, I think I decided it was over a PA system), giving some sort of farewell address. As part of it, he mentions that there are three people on my boat whose fathers were military men and are now dead; I feel a tear coming to my eye.


Dress shop adventure
My wife and I go into a store in a shopping strip. It's very richly decorated, with dark woods, dark colors, and fabrics. The store isn't very wide, but it goes way back. It seems to be a dress store for plus size women: all the mannequins are extremely unattractive, with huge guts, but the dresses on them are clearly very expensive, well made dresses. There aren't actually that many dress stands around; most of the store is taken up with scattered bookshelves holding antique books. As we're walking through, I feel like I shouldn't be here, both because we have no need of plus-size dresses and because this place is so nice that my normal clothes feel trashy. We meet the owner near the back of the store, and she explains that this was a very difficult store to open, and that the antique books help to get people in the right frame of mind (or something like that)

Now we're in a back room, probably the break room. There's no finery back here. Everything is very plain. A stainless steel countertop with sink runs along the back wall; a cheap circular table with chairs is in the middle of the room, with someone sitting at it. Now we're moving back through the store, but we're in an FPS. We've just come up the hallway from the break room, and we're confident no one is behind us. We're in a corner with good cover (lots of scattered dress models), so we're safe for the moment. I have some special abilities that I haven't tried yet; I scan through them and try to decide which one to try next. I pick something explosive.

So my girlfriend is always right. NO MATTER WHAT. "Hey hun, you think that this color looks good on me?" Me- " Ikt looks great on you!" She says, "No. it looks like ****." Im always wrong. Even when im right. i'm always wrong. go fig for life...