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I manage to maintain awareness while falling asleep quite early in the night and find myself in a house. As with most lucid dreams that are on the long side and include a lot of conversation, I can only remember some parts of it clearly, and without clear context.

The house is not a familiar one, although its layout seems slightly reminiscent of Katya’s house. I’m in what would be the front room with two other people—one man and one woman—and three dogs. I can feel a connection with one of the dogs—a medium-sized one, possibly a Border Collie—and I sense that he’s somehow mediating between me and the rest of the dream. I think it’s likely that the other dogs were doing the same for the other people and somehow making it possible for us to be together here.

One of the dogs is briefing us all about something. He’s a very large dog with short hair, probably a Great Dane. He communicates with us for a while—I don’t think he actually spoke, but my memory is fuzzy on how it happened. At one point, he mentions something about a llama farm, then cuts himself off and lays down. I realized this was something he didn’t want me and the other woman to know about, but he had let it slip, and now he’s sad about it. He refuses to say anything else, so I go into an adjoining room so he can talk to the man in private. In the meantime, I strike up a conversation with a bird on the windowsill.

It’s a small bird, a bit like a titmouse but pure white. It seems friendly, and has an odd habit of repeating each phrase after it says it. After a bit, it flies off: it’s decided it wants to catch me some kind of small marine crustacean that it eats—as a kind of gift, I suppose. Aww.

(26.7.18)

26.07
The first dream, as I remember today. I was traveling with my familly to sea. We found entrance to cave, and on the cave's end was exit to beach. The beach in the cave's exit looks pretty, the sky was almost cloudless, and on sand hang out small rocks, and growing plants. We are found a nice place in wall's recess, on the right side. I was satisfied because that place. I said, I want to live here xD
The scenario was changing. I was in unknown building. As far as I can see I saw a tornado. A few moment later, the tornado changed course, to me. He destroy ground flor, include celing, so I can saw lower level in my floor. I was afraid, about my life. The tornado always back to me, when he was to far. On the end of my dream, the building was ruined. I survived, but I don't know, what would happen, when, the dream stay longer. Maybe I would die?

I remembered other dream, but I don't had time do write that, so I write very simple descriptions. In second dream I had revolver for black gunpowder. I was in forest, but the police were incoming, so I hide my weapon. In next dream I just walked in town, without a goal. Nothing special.


27.07
I thinked, I never recall that dream, but I reminded. That dream was very short, and simply. I saw lying Natsuki from DDLC. She was crying, as if to be somthing really bad. She was dressed in a white t-shirt and pink skirt. That was only dream what I remembered

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I was in a snowy landscape. A girl from Thailand came to visit me but I didn't want her to be there. She was obsessed with me and really clingy. I remember building up a base at some point in a field like in fortnite. At some point we're in my room and it's really dark. It feels like it's early morning and I'm trying to get up so I can go play video games before the girl wakes up but for some reason I was stuck in bed and couldn't fully get up.

We eventually get into a forest around some friends. She walks up out of nowhere and it looks like she's pregnant but in my mind I think she's so crazy she put a basketball under her shirt just so that people would think she was pregnant. My friends are looking at me like she is crazy. We get into a house with some old uva friends of mine and they're greeting me and then looking awkward when they see this girl.

I'm over at the lakeshore apartments doing things when I see a man lingering around me. He is Caucasian with dark colored hair and hazel colored eyes.He looked a cross between A.J. Styles and dean abrose (wrestlers) I was in the living room but came out and went into a room that had bins in it. I opened one and saw that there was sandwich meat inside of them. It looked like it was bologna or turkey and started to get some but decided not to. As I was looking around in there I heard a loud engine sound from behind me. I turn around only to see a person in a huge, white forklift like vehicle. It was shiny, clean and just the way I liked it. He rolled up on me slowly and being careful not to harm me. I knew about it and seen that he was gonna end up trapping me. I ducked underneath the forks and he swung around and chased me and I was running across the livingroom. I got semi lucid and ran back to where I saw the food thinking about how good food tastes in dreams. I reached and tore me off a piece of what looks like bologna and rand out the front slidingdoors. It was night time and I was high up on a balcony. I knew that I was gonna end up trapped if I stayed here. So I went back in just as truck rolled up. I tried the back door and went down zig zaging stairs and as I did that, it became daytime. I'm now in the front parking lot and I see the truck show up. He was much faster then what he was indoors and realized that this was his turf now. I ran across the lot and he let me get ahead of him then charges at me, raising the forks up like it was gonna grab me with them. I took off up lake street. He went over to the adjacent road next to it. He was gonna cut me off so I turned back and went farther down lakeshore and saw the truck with him looking at me, realizing that I was one the next street and didn't have time to turn into it. Haha! I laughed at him as he pointed at me and made a U turn. The street I was on was now long and narrow and he was coming up behind me. I thought that he was gonna hit me but he didn't. Instead he pulled up along side me and told me to get in. He opens the back door and I think wait a sec. I look at him and sees that he is the man I had saw earlier in the dream and he smiled at me. I tried to get in but realized that I was too tall and me head is having issues getting below the roof and is in between to door. he says "oh boy..". The truck is now a white car and I finally managed to get my head in and is now in the front seat. He says something to me but I don't know what it is and we drive back to the apartments. It was now night time again and I get out and look up into the sky. It is partially cloudy with the clouds being a nice purple color and the sky being a lighter purple. I smiled at the dream and told it that you will be one of those rare dream where I actually appreciate what it has done. As I'm looking into the sky I accidentally bump into something. I look and seen a group of people has spawned in with two cars side by side. One was black and the other was a two toner. I had bumped into his car that was a nice two tone purple and blue color and he was looking at me angrily. I said sorry to him and he pulls his head back into the car as two other guys sat on the back on it. Shortly after this I walk around a bit then wake up.

I start off non lucid outside somewhere. I don't know what was going on but somehow I found myself lucid and some flood was happening. It was a very bad flood. The water was dark colored and was in a fast rush, sweeping away anything in its wake. When I seen the familiar golden arches of Mc. Donalds mostly submurged told me enough about how deep it was. It was daytime and this was bad and no way anything good can come of this scene. I of course avoided that area and went back into an ally way that lead to a darker part of the dream.

The sky was dusky and I became lucid and began to call out to Kyoryuzin (Japanese dino thunder megazord).
After a few times of calling to him with no sucess of him coming I looked up into the sky which is how most of my zords make entery into the dream and saw in the dusk colored maroon/purple sky tiny lights that you'd see on a rocket or a jet highly aloft in the sky. The lights were flashing on and off and in knew that it qas not what I was looking for. I went about calling his name randomly until I came across some kind of an indoor beach.

I'm in a huge room with sand everywhere and people were playing in it. The sand felt cool on my feet even though I was thinking about it having ants in it and being itchy. Glad that it didn't happen and remained cool and even felt the covers on me. After that I spoke to the kids that were playing in the sand, telling them that this was a dream qnd was looking for someone to chase me as Kyoryuzin. They pointed over to a heavyset man that appeared to be asleep on a bench "He'll do it" With that said I went over to him and seen that he was awake and explained to him this being a dream and what I was wanting. He declined and this angers me. "Oh reaal,asshole? Just know that I just taught your kids how to cuss in a dream!" With that said I storm out of that place, getting ready to wake myself up as I found no further use to be present in this boring ass dream.

The kids were aware of this and went over to the man and this time he perked awake and they explained to him what was about to happen. I heard him groan from being asleep for so long and as I was crossing the yard to go wake up, I turned atound to see a rather large, red being was standing in the door way. He was so big that he had to turn his broad body sideways in order to fit through the narrow doorway, first I seen his tail arm and then his smiling face, once he was through he made his way over to me. He was mostly red with strange yellow colors on his legs and his hands that were yellow shovel like claw things. Oh shit! I ran up the bank, towards the outdoor beach and when I turned back around he was right there and before I can even react he ponces on me and starts clamping me with those claw things. Oh shit! My voice is all weird and robotic and because of that I end up waking up by accident.

Reading time: 3 min 53 sec. Readability score: 57.



Many specific patterns linked directly to the dreaming and waking process and its autosymbolism have been occurring continuously in my dreams for over fifty years, most occurring one or more times each sleep cycle.

White Helicopter and Clock Tower.

Morning of December 31, 2012. Monday.

A white helicopter flies over a mostly featureless green field. It flies to the left of a clock tower that displays five minutes past ten. There is a vague apprehension of the rotor blades hitting the tower, but this does not occur.

Vestibular system correlation of this nature is by emerging consciousness definition, represented by the clock tower which also correlates to the ultradian rhythm at the end of the waking process.

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Now I will look at other dreams (posted previously) that are a model of the same dreaming and waking process.

In “Brother Earl’s Flying Saucer,” from November 29, 1976, this same waking process renders a spacecraft that my older brother Earl supposedly built. The spacecraft looks much like the Flying Sub from the television series “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.” It flies to the left of a clock tower. Regardless of a couple near misses with the tops of buildings, it successfully flies away.

In “Not Quite Paris,” from June 13, 1978, I non-lucidly choose to place my focus closer to the process of vestibular system correlation. In this specific case, it is the Eiffel Tower, not a clock tower, but it is still the reactive representation of the emerging consciousness.

In “Helicopter Ride into the Beautiful Mountains,” from February 8, 2017, the right side of the helicopter I am flying in taps a commercial building, but surprisingly, does not result in a mishap.

In “Failed Flight (Wing Knocking On Eaves),” from October 1, 2014, the wings of the Cessna that someone else is flying is tapping the eaves of a building I am in on the fourth floor. I see it through the windows to my right. Instead of crashing into the building’s exterior wall of which is perpendicular to the section of the building that I am in, it stops and falls.

In “Computer Tunnel?” from September 11, 1983, a low-flying airplane crashed into one of two skyscrapers. I am in a wheat field and run through a tunnel with walls like a printed circuit.

In “The Future Delegates,” from September 11, 1982, while hugging, my “dream girl” (Zsuzsanna) and I jump from atop an airplane as it approaches a burning city and one of two skyscrapers. (Note that this was the precognitive form of Zsuzsanna before I knew of her in waking life, before our contact in 1991 and before we met in 1994).

In “Amusing Helicopter ‘Rescue’ (with Pierce Brosnan),” from May 19, 2016, a miniature version of Pierce Brosnan (as James Bond) in a miniature helicopter “rescues” an effigy of me from the top of a high building. I place a tiny human-shaped pillow (meant to be “me”) into a small bed in the miniature helicopter.

In “School-Bus-Plane Over Ancient Greece,” from November 16, 1969, I am on a flying school bus. Ahead, through the front windows, I see scenes of ancient Greece; the Oracle at Delphi and the Temple of Athena Nike. We seem to be ready to land. There is a sense of looking into the distant past.

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Thousands of other dreams that I have experienced and resolved since early childhood use this same basic template. Astoundingly, most people seem to ignore everything that is in plain sight (no pun intended). They prefer to pretend that the dream has “symbolism” related to waking life when such a process is typically not even viable. (Consider how difficult it is to read in dreams, or for that matter, even think at all other than in lucid states.)

This type of dream is an extension of the flying, falling, or rising dreams, which has nothing to do with real-life factors other than in rare cases. It is a result of the vestibular system correlation of the waking process, as the reactive representation of emerging from sleep and is not symbolic in the conventional sense. A tower or other high building of the emerging consciousness becomes the focal point in some cases, though not always. It is all about correlating illusory physicality and increasing dynamics of the conscious self as in waking life. Whether or not you maintain either non-lucid or lucid dream control, such control has little to do with real life, but the extent of knowledge of the dream state and specific level of sleep.

What does the conscious self possess that the dream self does not? There are many factors. One is the inability of the dream self to viably discern where his physical body is as he or she sleeps. That is a no-brainer, but many people do not even seem to have the slightest grasp of what it means or the nature of related reactive representation in the dream state. They go on to pretend there is a correlation, corrupting the “I am” of the dream state with the “I am” of current waking life, thereby on a path of misconception.

Once anyone of reasonable intelligence dismisses the notion of waking life “interpretation,” or things “indicating” other things (relative to dream self to conscious self) new opportunities and clarity of mind develop. People who only pretend to understand dreams are easily recognized and dismissed. The causes and effects of the dreaming and waking process are more clearly understood, and non-lucidly or lucidly controlled. (Contrary to popular misconception, lucidity and dream control are unrelated, and in fact, many dreamers have less control when they are lucid than non-lucid. That is because of how the reticular formation functions. Many people who talk about “becoming lucid” have no understanding of what the dream state is.) “Bad” dreams become very rare and the potential for prescience increases. However, as can be seen here (with the September 11 dreams), prescience often correlates with the patterns of the dreaming and waking process.

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Non-dream stuff: Got up at about 9:30 and then had to help my partner for a while so I've forgotten most details but held on loosely to a few non-lucid fragments.

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Fragment 1:

I remember having an A4 notebook, the paragraphs lines were red and the edge guides were another colour, probably blue. In the dream this was a dream journal, though at least a few of the pages were torn, as if they had been bitten off, by a big animal, I though. I still tried to write on a torn page, either with a pencil or a pen. There were still good and intact pages, but for some reason I did not choose to try to write on them.

Fragment 2:

I was on a low tier of a canal or something, but not in the water bit. There was one of those tall concrete bridges across to a higher tier on the other side. Where I was, there were some chunky metal fences, one was crumpled and the others were stacked against each other. In the dream they were relevant to the dream's context, though I don't remember how.

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Some notes:

• The dream dream-journal was not like any DJ I've ever kept in real life. This journal I'm writing on now is digital, as was the last one I had. The physical journals I had were not books, but loose collections of blank A4 sheets that I wrote on.
• I really can't remember if I had a pencil or a pen when trying to write, but I know that it felt odd either way when I pressed on the paper. The feedback was not as I expected. This, and the fact that there was such a unique (and oddly torn) dream journal should have been a good prompt to do a RC, as I've just done now, thinking about whether I should do RCs when writing on DJs or not.
• The second fragment's area looked like typical city/town scenes I've seen from Japan, though I've never been there. I've recently been playing a game with such typical towns.
• The fact that I was somewhere so foreign should have been a good RC prompt, but in the dream I did not think about why or how I was there.
• Both fragments were linked together by some sort of plot/story, but I don't remember any detail.

I become lucid and remember the task, “Condense a color into a liquid, and drink it. Report the taste.” I look around for a good color to use. The walls are a deep red and I think about using that before I see a dark green Christmas ornament.
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I pick it up and throw it on the ground, smashing it into pieces. I sit next to it and use my hands to further pulverize it (it’s not sharp at all) until it’s a fine dust. I turn to a DC and ask them to get me a cup. They walk away, but I decide not to wait. I turn to my other side and see a DC holding a small cup. I take it and put the ornament powder inside. I will it to become liquid and drink it. Some of it is still powdery, but there are liquid parts. It’s sickly sweet and I don’t enjoy it at all.

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Morning of July 29, 2018. Sunday.

Reading time: 2 min 29 sec. Readability score: 71.



In my dream, I am in an unknown location. There is one area where many unfamiliar people are sitting at picnic tables.

Zsuzsanna is with me. I am planning on going on a long journey to other parts of the world. There is at least one thread of dream state awareness, though my dream self is not lucid. I remember that I can create whatever I want.

I ask the group if there is anyone who wants to travel with me. A few seem doubtful, as I do not appear to be wealthy. However, I recall that I can produce unlimited amounts of money. Still, when I open my wallet to show a few different people, the bills are play money. Although the imagery changes several times, it is still play money. Each time, the notes are all identical other than when I take them out, and there are about four different types, which look like fake foreign currency.

Despite my anticipation (subliminal RAS mediation), I am confident that things will go as I expect. Only one male seems cheerfully keen on joining us. I tell the people that one of the locations we will be going to is Easter Island. I say that I do not remember its name. (This, of course, makes no sense as I had spoken it.) I am thinking of a name like “Tahiti” or “Tahoe,” which I say to them as well, but I am unsure. They do not respond to my ridiculous state of absentmindedness.

Zsuzsanna and I, and the other man walk near an unknown shopping mall. She is soon walking farther away on my left, and the man is walking farther away on my right.

My dream changes and we are in a strange composite of the Arcadia post office, the Loomis Street house, the King Street mansion, and our present home. The orientation is mostly as the Loomis Street house, except the second storey mixes with the first.

Toward the back of the house, I hear an unknown female voice scream, “Please…someone…help me!” It seems to have something to do with her baby in a pram nearby. That wakes me up. I am unsure if this stems from a subliminal awareness of Zsuzsanna not being home at the time which I did not know until waking up (and perhaps created by way of my own RAS model) or if it was a thread from the interconsciousness from an unknown person. Due to its realism, my guess is the latter, but I have no way of knowing who it was, at least yet.

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(When I had the vivid spoken words and event in a dream about a girl named Isabelle falling off a balcony, including her last name, I thought that was spiritual confirmation of using the name Isabelle for our daughter, which we did, as we had already considered it. However, someone with that full name fell from a balcony at that same time. I had already heard variations of the last name in dreams, Colman, but I was not familiar with it in real life. Our daughter was born on the 26th of November in 2012. This type of event has happened many times before, even with John Belushi and even with more insignificant dangers in contrast to death, such as the fuse box fire regarding my older sister Marilyn and the toaster fire at age four, regarding my sister Carol. I remain uncertain why I happen to be the one to perceive it, though with Zsuzsanna, her “sending” was strong long before we met in real life and determined to be intentional and a viable way of communication we still use, though less since she got her cell phone.)

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Date of Dream: SUN 29 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 384 - Donating Easter Eggs

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at a place that looked like the older version of The Glen Shopping Centre. There were hoards of Easter eggs scattered around the entire corridors of the shops like it was an Easter egg hunt for children. There was also all these Easter eggs all over the place in baskets; a ridiculous amount of Easter eggs everywhere. At some stage, I was collecting all these Easter eggs from the floor and putting them into a basket of my own.

A bit later in the dream, this woman comes up to me and asks for some Easter eggs, only I didn’t have my basket with me and so I said I would go and look for it. I looked in all the corridors for the basket and even in the shops but the odds were looking grim and I couldn’t find it anywhere. I came back to the lady, wanting to donate some of my eggs to her but I told her couldn’t as I couldn’t find the basket anywhere. She gracefully accepted my response. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
​- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 384: Results (Competition #5)
Competition Night: 28
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 0.5
Calculation Details:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 124.0
Total Accumulated Points: 124.5

Non-dream stuff: Woke up and got up at about 9:20. Remembered a few segments from the last dream I was having.

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Sequence 1:

I was looking at an interface for picking a map in a real-time strategy game, for some sort of Command&Conquer game. I remember my partner being next to me and as I generated a random map with a "continental" style, I thought it looked a bit different and too small compared to most, but my partner said "no, have a look at the preview, it will be fine", so I clicked on preview and then my vision went into the screen and the map thumbnail image; as it zoomed in, the map became detailed and I viewed it from above but my vision kept zooming in closer and then there were 3 player factions, one being mine, another being my partner's, and the last one being someone else or an AI. We all started with some vehicles specific to our factions and the cars were racing through beaches and roads, with my vision still zooming now on a car I had, which looked a bit like something out of 1940s Germany, with white/grey colours and chrome accents. The AI had some military trucks, including one with a mounted gun, and they were chasing me and gaining speed, but I overtook my partner's cars and they blocked the chasing trucks a bit.

I remember now seeing in first person, and the car was stopped near a road tunnel that oddly enough was just after an intersection with a main road and a road that went around a bend behind a hill. I remember it was a clear sunny day and there were tropical forests.

Sequence 2:

Then I was at an area with pavement in a town, this was an open area on or near a quay and was reminiscent of my native country; there were subway entrances and this was all still part of the game somehow, I felt. In one of the subway entrances some gangsters were running up the stairs with sub-machine guns and I threw grenades and rockets at them, watching them not blow into pieces but fly around with wonky physics, just as one would expect with most games. Their "AI" was also poor; they ran against walls and corners sometimes and just idled even though I was being aggressive. Then I noticed I had a toolbar thing on my interface and picked a massive plywood plank item, and placed it over the entrance; for some reason it was steady standing on its own and was large enough that nobody could pass; I read a little tooltip on the interface saying I'd recently placed a blocking barrier and could not do so again for 15 minutes, but that I could upgrade any existing ones to increase their duration; this barrier I placed was going to last for 1 hour, apparently. The people that showed up the steps from behind the barrier, that I could still see just over the top, looked a lot less threatening, and in fact some were complaining like "hey I gotta get to work, come on!". I pretended to not care.

The dream ended at some point soon.

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Some notes:

• Although I separated both sequences into their own parts, they were part of the same dream, I just can't remember what went between them exactly; I don't remember a sudden transition from one to the other.
• The RTS map interface looked a bit like C&C:Generals and Warcraft 3; I remember the players had assigned colours and numbers, like for teams.
• The other generated maps were more representative of real Earth continents, picked at random, but the one I thought was odd just looked like a coastal section of a place.
• The fact that the whole of the sequences took place in a game context makes it very difficult for me to remember to question reality. Even when I am playing games in waking life and remember to do reality checks, it is difficult for me to pick good moments, i.e. weird ones, because games are generally very predictable and the only "weird" things that ever happen are bugs, the frequency of which depend solely on the specific game.
• The vehicles in the RTS were supposed to be base-starting vehicles, so in a way I should have remembered to do a RC over this, because in the dream context, the dream-awareness indicated something different from what actually happened.

Date of Dream: SAT 28 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 383 - Separated Sections

Dream 383 A - Looking Everywhere For My Dream Guide
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was near my house but surroundings of the local area were unidentifiable to me. It was only a minor inconvenience that happened but I have forgotten the specific details of it; it wasn’t too disastrous that the dream was going to end any time soon. I decided that I wanted to call for Dreamy WB to see if she could help me.

I walked around, calling for her but there was no response any time soon. Still, I persisted in trying to get her. I looked here, there and everywhere; around corners, over fences and even under bushes. This felt like the longest time in dreaming history that I was going, “Dreamy WB!”. At some points, I actually even feared that I was going to wake up without accomplishing her appearance.

At one point, I came to my house too look for her and my brother was in there. At first, I hesitated to tell him that I was looking for Dreamy WB as I wasn’t sure what reaction I would get from him. After hesitating for a bit, I decided that it would be okay just as long as I didn’t reveal her identity to him. So then I said to my brother, “I’m looking for my dream guide” along with a few more words that I have forgotten. I said something in return and then went into the house.

I now went back to frantically calling Dreamy WB, walking up and down the court as well as back into unfamiliar areas. When I got back into the driveway, all these random people started appearing and disappearing in the driveway and garage. Once again, I took my time to carefully filter through the crowd, unfortunately still not seeing any signs of Dreamy WB. Eventually though, an African woman does appear from inside the garage but I can tell that something is not right. She had extremely dark, black skin and I said to myself but out loud, “But she’s supposed to have brown skin”. This young woman looked nothing like a person from the Ethiopian division.

The woman then disappeared and the driveway and entrance to the garage were deserted again. I was now stressing out over the fact that I couldn’t seem to get Dreamy WB. I even said to myself in a panic, “At this rate, I’ll be waking up!” while exerting a strong amount of will-power that the dream was not going to wake me up any time soon. “Not until I’m done”, I thought to myself, trying my best to subconsciously stay focused

Just when all hope seemed lost, Dreamy WB had appeared out of nowhere, I was unsure whether she had come from the driveway, garage, or somewhere else. Her appearance was the year 12 hoodie which had more of a blueish tinge to it than its usual navy blue, but ashy look. She was also wearing her default black leggings and default white sneakers. Her hair looked like it had been straightened and was up in a messy and flattened bun at the top.

So eventually, I got to tell her what the minor inconvenience was and what I needed help with. She was more stern in this dream but was still very gentle and friendly towards me. I then actually climbed up onto her from her front end and she looked awkward and baffled like what the heck was I doing? Her behaviour having some resemblances to the real WB. Not only did I put my arms around her but I also wrapped my legs around her waist, having my feet off the ground in this dream. Even though I got up onto her, something at the back of my mind was making me think that maybe she wouldn’t be able to support my weight, especially because I was hanging off her.

Despite her small, slim and delicate figure, there was no hint of anyone about to topple over and rather, she looked as stable as ever. Although she still had the baffled look about her, she put her arms around my lower back and slightly pushed me up to be better locked in place. Then once she pushed me up, she gained more of a relaxed, nonchalant look about her and was now carrying me around effortlessly. While being carried, I perceived that pleasant bonding energy, especially in my stomach and chest area where I was leaning on her.

My brother then spontaneously appeared back in the garage and that’s when I thought it would be okay for Dreamy WB to put me down for a while. This time, resembling the mind set of the real WB, Dreamy WB looked relieved when she was putting me down. With her now standing close by and listening, I told my brother about the previous minor inconvenience and he actually gave me some advice, although I have forgotten what that specific piece of advice was. He then took notice of Dreamy WB and mentioned something about her but once again, I have forgotten what he specifically said. The dream scene then changed, with only me and Dreamy WB being in the garage again.

Dreamy WB was now standing in front of the door leading to the backyard, which was closed, and I was standing a couple of metres away from her. Weirdly, the dream made it so that from where she was standing, she made this movement with her arm that would then throw me like a projectile towards her. She mentioned something about carrying me again but this time, she had a nicer look about her. Unfortunately though, she missed and so I failed to latch on to her. She tried a second time and once again, she missed, with me bouncing off her legs and ending up on the ground.

For her third attempt, I could tell that she was really trying and taking her time, trying with a precise aim. This time she was successful, with me landing against her upper stomach and so the dream latched me onto her straight away. So now my arms were back around her neck and my legs were wrapped around her waist as she carried me around in the garage, subtly smiling at me and occasionally bouncing me up and down by a millimetre or two. Once she carried me around the garage and then the driveway for a while, the dream ended.

Dream 383 B - The Duplicate Logo
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, there was mention of the Cooper Gang members. I was standing in my driveway when a sub-scene was playing, affiliating each of the characters to their profile logo. There was no doubt about sly, his character was attached to his logo. This was the same with Bentley where the dream was showing his green logo. But when it came to Murray, it wasn’t his logo and rather it was Bentley’s instead.

The dream focused on my scene and I started speaking, stating that Murray’s logo was wrong and that it was rather a duplicate of Bentley. I sounded shocked and I wanted the problem to be fixed right away. That’s all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- In case of extended absences with Dreamy WB, train Murray on how to provide in-dream discipline to unruly parents (Achieved? No)

Challenges
​- Start the dream off with Dreamy WB already present (Achieved? No)



Dream 383: Results (Competition #5)

383 A
Competition Night: 27
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

383 B
Competition Night: 27
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 3.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Summon A Dream Guide (1.0)
- Ask For Advice (1.0)


+ Previous Total: 121.0
Total Accumulated Points: 124.0



Dream 383 A is interesting as although it wasn't a lucid dream; at some stage, I must have known I was in a dream as I literally spoke about dreading a wake up before Dreamy WB's arrival.

Onward and Upward, Dreamviews.
This thread is to let Dreamviews know that I am just "me".
I have never wore make-up, I have no dress "style".
I am not sophisticated.
I shared this on Facebook Messenger to a fb friend.
Then, I thought Id "share" it here

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Created Saturday 28 July 2018

Salt and insomnia don't mix. Anyway, I got a DILD to note, along with some scraps.

Scrap Group 1
At home. Eustice's (a friend of mine's) mom is vising. She seemed her usual goofy self at first. Later, she mentioned that Eustice died. She didn't seem to get too worked up about it. I mention the whole thing to my brother, Fletcher.

Wandering around town. I visit a mall, which I was "sure" had an awesome, fancy buffet.

Dream 1 - School Trance-Ision

Dream transition while meditating, though I initially thought this was just a dreamlet. I was seated in the bleachers of a high school gym, supposedly as a student in a summer school program. The last last day of such, actually.

I continued concentrating, counting down my breaths. Later, one of the teachers, some botox-suffused woman with long, black hair, complained about something a group of students did. Not sure what it was, but it seemed to have spoiled an event she had planned for the day. She had no idea who did as much, though the woman gave flagrant and often misattributed insinuations of those responsible. One of the students, her assistant, whom appeared as a younger, slightly less artificial version of the woman, joined her in this tirade.

End of the day. As I left the gym, I finally took notice the dream. I levitated through the doorway while seated cross-legged, taking my time with my meditation. Shortly afterwards, that above-mentioned girl rudely bumped passed me. She started harassing several of the other students, blaming them for "ruining her day". Quite annoying, then quickly became aggravating when she went after me. In response, I telekinetically swiped her to the wall. The girl got up, then ran and pleaded for her life. Such a grating voice. I commanded her to go to sleep. Colorful, ghostly ribbons fired from my hand and towards the nuisance. Upon contact, the girl was knocked unconscious.

Soon, I was approached by another teacher, a tall, tanned skinned old guy. At first, it seemed as if he disapproved of my actions. He then casually tossed various forms my way, all of which I caught in my underarms. At a glance, these were merely "participitation" certificates. Well, I suppose it was a decent gesture.

I instantly awakened afterwards, still in meditation.