I had a really fun dream about a secret feature in a fnaf game. It was meant to be a teaser for a larger project coming out soon. The developer made the mistake of allowing you to play the whole game as long as you have it open, but once you close it you're locked out until the game release. DJ Sterf, Dawko, Markiplier, etc all closed the game before making any serious attempts at the teaser game, but I actually played it for a good while. It was a hyper realistic doomsday game. When you start the simulation it gives the option of setting a difficulty. The settings are randomized in the preview but I managed to give the max difficulty run a few tries. It was absolutely nuts. You start with like 4 items that are used to prevent certain disasters. One is a plague that originates in hospitals. You have to administer a medicine to the sick patient. If they die, the plague spreads by touch. You only start with one medicine, and there may be multiple sick patients, specially on higher difficulties. There are natural disasters such as a big thunderstorm. The playing area is a town on an island surrounded by sea. Because I was on max difficulty it was crazy from the start. Seas are roaring, and suddenly a few large ships come near land, each shooting 5 cannons at a time at a fast rate. I counted about 3 separate ships doing this. They attacked anything and everything. I saw a large godzilla in the far distance. I saw another gigantic monster coming towards me, but I don't remember what. I think it was on land, but I can only think of a giant shark that was attacking. Whatever it was, a large triceratops stampeded towards me and hit the giant creature instead. There were other goals and enemies to deal with as well. Some required a freddy fazbear mask to fool, others you had to "click" on them. I remember one moment just being in a house. It was dark, I was looking for materials, but enemies kept spawning. The puppet, bonnie, etc. I got a bit frustrated because some of the enemies were preventing the door from working, and I needed to just get out of there so I could do other things. The goal of the game was to last 5 minutes. Doesn't seem that hard, right? Wrong. There is so much chaos, that the island gets destroyed very quickly. Can't hide, must run and subdue as many enemies as fast as possible.
Morning of July 16, 2018. Monday. My dream takes place in a new variation of our present home. There is an unknown male present, though I do not perceive him as an intruder. There is an awareness of the Rose Street apartment, which eventually fuses into the setting as our present house is then on the second floor. An unknown male comes up the staircase into our home, and this male, I do see as an intruder. (It is the personification of RAS.) I non-lucidly modulate my dream and force him out. Other people are present for a time. (My perception is not clear due to non-lucidly modulating over RAS before the ultradian rhythm peak, as I went to sleep about an hour later than I usually do.) Before the preconscious avatar leaves my dream, I see him down in an alley, which is reminiscent of where Dennis (older half-brother on my mother’s side) lived in La Crosse years ago. I stay on the second floor at this time. There appears to be someone on their back in the alley, and this causes the preconscious avatar to run off. I am uncertain if it is a person or an arrangement of clothes and boots. I see a couple of other unknown people. “Is there anyone in there,” I ask. I am asking the others if there is someone “inside” the arrangement of clothing. Very curiously, Harriet Madeley (as Scarlett in “Waking David” from 2016), as the interconsciousness avatar, walks into our lounge room from the front door. (I do not become lucid at any point. I only remember the autosymbolic factors and dynamics of the dream state, of which I have often used to non-lucidly control my dream since I was a toddler. However, as I said above, my ultradian rhythm is skewed, altering my potential status of lucidity.) I follow Harriet, who takes on nuances of Zsuzsanna without my dream self being aware of this. We slowly walk down the stairs, which is difficult because each step has boxes and miscellaneous items on it. My dream becomes more and more vivid as I walk down the stairs, about four steps behind her. We are in what seems to be an outside area near the bottom of the stairs. I see what appears to be a corpse. The body is on its back. I associate it with Kristy Bruce (as Amy from “Waking David” - though she did not die in the movie). My dream starts to become more vivid as I gaze at it. Harriet, walking away, cheerfully says something about the corpse’s status and its identity. I do not recall what she said. I consider if it is a real corpse or street art. I wonder if it is papier-mâché. Her face is flat and skull-like, covered with wrinkled yellow skin. There is somewhat of an eerie feeling but no sense of fear. I slowly wake. The movie title “Waking David” had been on my mind (though did not dominate my thoughts), which had produced much of my dream’s autosymbolism. The interconsciousness is probably laughing at me for not perceiving the associations. It is presently very rare for me to use a staircase and not become lucid. I have used this factor in RAS mediation since I was a toddler. The corpse was autosymbolism for both my lack of lucidity and the inactivity of my physical body. The vestibular system correlation of using the staircase as a typical trigger to vivify and sustain the dream state was not as focused as it usually is, which was represented by the clutter on the steps. Factors of lucidity mainly stem from ultradian rhythm. (This is apparently why the WBTB method works for some who need to “attempt” to become lucid). I do not use so-called reality checks, as it biologically corrupts the purpose of the reticular formation and my dream self is not my conscious self identity. Additionally, it stabilizes my dream where I then think I am awake, so it does not work for me. The hand trick does not work either. If I suspect I am dreaming, my hands become more realistic and tangible, the opposite of what others claim. Readability score: 68. Correctness of writing: 100. Intellectual value: 75.
It is Monday 15-July 8:00am here. Nice dreams evaporated on waking but I went to communal kitchen at this Boarding House and on the little round table was yesterday's, paper. Looks like it don't matter that I can't do exciting dream stuff myself. My big daddy with technology can. Look👀 it will work like that BIG daddy and cerebral palsy little lad. On front page of Adelaide paper. Yesterday, Sunday 15-July-2018 https://flic.kr/p/296QqQj
Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM Woke up at: 12:00 PM Dream 106: I wake up in the bed of what is an exact replica of my parents' bedroom-- nighttime-- when a blonde woman walks up to me and tosses some terms of affection my way. I get confused for a second,"Wait, I don't have a wife. Do I? Wasn't I just?..." I seriously start questioning my reality at this point. I start thinking to myself,"Was everything that happened to me before just a dream? Did I really forget I have a wife? Husband of the year I guess..." I walk around the living room, dazed. It's nighttime so I can't really make out any specifics, but I can tell it was close to Christmas seeing as we set up a tree in the living room. My daughter, a black-haired teenager it looks like, tries talking to me. She is wearing a black tank top with red writing. Then it jump-cuts to my high school years. I'm at a high school alongside some of my friends and a younger version of my DC wife (At that point my DC girlfriend). I take a look around. Orange and silver are the two primary colors, as with my high school, but things looked marginally different. There were gates everywhere (None of which were higher than 4-5 feet by the way) and everyone was packed together like a can of sardines. A really odd design for a school. We have received word about an unknown zombie-like virus that is spreading throughout the country, getting worse and worse as the days go on, but nobody seems to be understanding what's going on. My girlfriend, my friends, and I all decide to skip class and wait near the entrance of the school just in case something decides to kick off. I sit next to my girlfriend with many of the same facial features as before, looking like a young version of Elena Fisher of Uncharted fame. I try putting my hand on her arm, but I notice her pulling her arm away so I leave it at that. Stressful times I suppose. One of my friends decides to have some fun, and is playing a video game on his phone alongside the guy next to him. The volume on their phone is absurdly loud, and I start getting concerned that one of the staff may hear it and separate our group. Nothing of the sort happened though, except I spot a misty, erratic shadow in the distance. All of us know exactly what it is. In an instant we all storm towards the exit, but it's too late. School security must have seen it too, seeing as there is a smorgasbord of them lining the entrances. Kids are hurriedly cramming themselves into buses, and we also decide it's our best course of action. I get pushed towards the back by a flood of 9th graders, but I can still see my friends in the bus. My girlfriend is sitting right in front of me. Somewhere along the way we manage to get off the bus and tour an abandoned neighborhood. The four of us are scavenging for just about everything: food, water, medicine, Band-Aids, clothing, weaponry (Kitchen knives mostly) and whatever else we feel is necessary. The "camera" then pans upwards towards the sky, as if it were the end of the episode or something. I think the main thing that got to me in this dream was the 'reality' of it all. Like, sure, I don't have a wife and a daughter in the real world, but it's the details that got to me. The first genuine crush I had was with a blonde girl, very similar in complexion to the DC wife in the dream. I did end up spending a lot of time with her, so a bond definitely was brewing (At least my perspective). I myself have jet black hair, so having a daughter that has the same color hair I have wouldn't be too far off. And with me owning the house my parents have now? Pretty much all of my siblings have moved out in some form or another, so that just speaks for itself. I gotta say, the thought that all my years of life were completely untrue and waking up into a completely new one kinda broke me on the inside.
I dreamed that I was watching the news with my mom and her partner. The news was about the coming of a weird EU ban/censorship of a video game which contained content that was found to be insulting to Islam. It was especially strange because it was a very obscure video game on a very obscure old platform called Puma, which I'm sure pretty much nobody would know. Nevertheless, after hearing the news, we rushed to find that video game and this Puma itself. We weren't interested in the game at all, it was just 100% curiosity piqued by the Streisand effect. My mom and her partner went to look for the video game at the store. Meanwhile I went to the basement to search around in our old stuff. After searching around in the most abandoned places of the basement, I found my mom's old Puma, covered in spider webs. It was a gray device with a screen, a large cartridge slot and a big button on it. The plastic had an engraving of the real-life Puma logo (the running shoes brand). I brought it upstairs, and when mom came back with the video game, we blew in its cartridge and in the slot, and inserted it, toggled the big button, and a red LED lit up. The device showed large black monochrome pixels, and produced muffled beeping noises from inside. The gameplay was extremely poor. The game's background was a single static image of something resembling a desert, and the play area was under it, where there were static sprites of guys with turbans, beards and scimitars. You repeatedly pressed a directional button to advance your guy toward the right while enemies were coming at him toward the left. When an enemy got near you, you had to quickly press the attack button and the enemy disappeared. When you got to the right, you advanced to the next screen, which basically just meant that some score value was incremented and the position of your guy was reset to the left side of the screen. We got bored of it after like 2 minutes and wondered what all the fuss was about, and why the heck they would ban this (especially after all those years).
Updated 07-15-2018 at 07:10 PM by 57251 (spelling error)
Morning of July 15, 2018. Sunday. My dream’s setting is a fusion of the L-shaped room of the King Street mansion and the lounge room of our present home. I am sitting on my bed as it was on King Street and facing north towards the window. My youngest daughter is sitting on the floor. I have one of her plastic toys; Peppa Pig’s yellow spaceship. It is part of a big computerized game, though is only a trial model that requires an activation code before it can function. A bag on my right contains many similar toys. I think of activating all her toys so that they become the full versions by obtaining the codes from inside them without contacting the company. Looking through the window of Peppa Pig’s yellow spaceship, I see several lines of computer code printed on a paper strip that seems to be part of a scrolling mechanism that is at the back. There are lines printed on each side of the paper strip, but I am unable to see the print on its opposite side. One line ends with the value 9876543210. I doubt that this is the correct code, but I still attempt it. It does not work. There is another number with a random sequence of digits, but that one does not work either. The third code is hexadecimal, with “EE” in it, the rest being numbers. I try that one, and something happens. An oversized toy bird beak emerges from the window of the toy rocket, generating an odd chirping. As the codes are so easy to find and use, I consider activating all the other toys. Study guide: 1) What are the two main autosymbolic factors of this dream? 2) This dream has secondary autosymbolism based on ultradian rhythm. Identify it. 3) What does yellow represent here? 4) What is a factor that reveals the subliminal awareness of being in the dream state? 5) Is there a possible interconsciousness factor here? If so, what? Study guide answers: 1) Vestibular system correlation as flight-related autosymbolism (in two simultaneous forms, bird and rocket) and precursory thinking skills correlation as the need to read numbers and enter a code. 2) The cuckoo clock association. 3) Emergent consciousness factor, which is a result of increased awareness of the light spectrum. 4) I am sitting on my bed. 5) Transpersonal communication with our youngest daughter while in the dream state. Remember that dreams are in real time, not a result of memory processing as disinformation agents propagate. Readability score: 71. Correctness of writing: 100. Intellectual value: 76.
Date of Dream: SUN 15 JUL - 2018 Dream No. 374 - Separated Sections Dream 374 A - Team Leadership By A Dream Guide I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in distress but I forgot what the specific issue was. I started my usual call out for Dreamy WB which was followed only by silence, so I was worried that I wasn't heard. After a short pause though, all these girls from the class of 2017 paraded out of this corner in their school uniform. I thought to myself, “Dreamy WB's bound to be in there somewhere”. Once like before, I carefully watched all the girls who paraded out and when I thought I saw Dreamy WB, I would go in there and get her attention. Within the parade, I could see all the girls' faces, except for one. One had their head turned so that the back of their head was towards me. I could tell by the hair though, which was this dark brown, almost rich dark chocolate colour and underneath it was a lighter tone of brown skin. Her hair was in this neat pinned up-do which is difficult for me to describe. I went up to that girl and said “Dreamy WB!” as I tapped her on the shoulder. As the other girls continued to parade on, Dreamy WB stopped, then turned around slowly, and then just stood there, looking at me with a stern face. Although her face was stern, I could still tell it was her by the warm energy I was perceiving. Once I told her what the problem was, she put her left hand on my right shoulder and then graduated on to giving me a light, loose hug. The dream scene changed and now Dreamy WB and I were in the driveway just outside the garage at my house. Dreamy WB still held the same appearance as the last scene but now, we were in a tight hug and we held that hug even when I wanted to go somewhere. We moved in unison into the garage where my dad and brother were. Still locked in the hug, I was looking towards them and so Dreamy WB was looking backwards at the roller door. Still, she managed to be aware of what was going on as she said, “You guys will have to work together for this scene”. As she said that, she tried to turn her head so she was looking over at my dad in the distance. For the first time in dream history, my family actually respected her and my dad nodded at her in agreement of her statement. My brother did a slight nod after that. Then Dreamy WB moved with me again and led us into the backyard where my mum was. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream 374 B - The Kid Who Tortures Me The dream started with the family and I in our old house, in the kitchen. We ended up going outside and onto the street. There was something about knocking on the door of number 27 but I forgot what was supposed to happen. Although we also lived in an odd number, as we walked, eventually, the numbers on our side turned even. I then thought to myself, “Where the heck would number 27 be?”. Interestingly enough, the sequence of numbers became odd again and we eventually caught sight of the number 27 on a letterbox. My dad went into the driveway of this house and knocked on the door while I still stood and watched in anticipation from the footpath. When the door opened though, I started to feel uneasy and actually started to run. I urged my mum to get away from the house and run up the street as I anticipated something terrible was bound to happen. Indeed something terrible did happen, as I was running, I managed to look back and there was this weird thing chasing everyone, something that I can't visually describe. Going down the hill on the other end of the street, this kid from one of the mums caught up to me and started hitting me. I didn't have time to patiently deal with him, so I elbowed him, ultimately shoving him off the footpath altogether. I then caught sight of who his mum was and so when I approached the woman, I told her about what her son did. The woman was on my side and when the kid came back to try and get me again, she defended me from him. Back at the bottom of the looped street, we stopped and talked but I forgot what the group talked about. I then took this blank ID card out of my pocket and pondered something about it. The dream scene moved into some post office like room and apparently I was making an ID card for Dreamy WB. I forgot what her appearance was in this scene, the only thing I can remember is her hair was straight, but she asked me if I didn't want her to smile and I said to her, “Actually, I'd prefer you to smile”, so she did. The scene then changed back to the runaway scene and I was looking at a complete version of Dreamy WB's newly made ID card. The next scene was a replica of the Cairo museum from the prologue of Sly 2 but it did look slightly different... I wasn't in this scene, I was watching it from third person mode. Some aspects of the museum more resembled a 2D platform like it was in the style of a Mario game. The mission was being briefed and apparently there was an order that the characters would do their jobs in. The first job would be done by Bentley, the second by Sly and then the last by Murray. When it came to Bentley, he was in the wheelchair and he had to use his magnet and fishing pole to drag something out of an NPC's pocket. Next was Sly and I don't clearly remember what he had to do. All I can remember is that it was something related to Mario's move-set. I thought it was then Murray's turn and so when Sly went again, I was thinking to myself, “Oi! What about Murray?”. Murray ended up doing the fourth sequence of the episode and what was weird is that he actually replaced Mario in the exact same move-set and game style... He was the one jumping everywhere and grabbing the coins but you couldn't see Murray or the stage; it was only a silhouette of him and the coins, like the event was happening behind some curtain or projector screen. As the silhouette of Murray is just about in the middle of the stage and some of the coins are gone, this smaller silhouette comes onto the stage and I subconsciously realise that this silhouette was me! Apparently I grabbed the few remaining coins that Murray had missed when he traversed that part of the stage. 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) Dream 374: Results (Competition #5) 374 A Competition Night: 14 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: Dreamy WB Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes 374 B Competition Night: 14 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 4.0 Calculation Details: - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) - Summon Dream Guide: Dreamy WB (1.0) - Ask For Advice (1.0) - Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0) + Previous Total: 30.0 Total Accumulated Points: 34.0
Updated 07-18-2018 at 11:50 AM by 93119
Mcdonald's Just working at mcdonald's. The morning shift came in. A blond girl came in and started asking me questions. From another angle it was a guy with long hair? I kept thinking it was a trans. Chatting Brief fragment of chatting with Jamie on facebook. I was telling her ,"Well, I have a vacation coming up end of august." The conversation implied we were planning a real life meet. Lucid I was at a carnival. I was outside a tarped wall when I jumped up and floated. I became lucid because of this. I wanted to look for Jamie. I saw Mike from work (who seemed to have a green shadow on him) and asked him how to teleport out of here? He pointed to a wooden building painted white and said that was the way out. I went up to the building and couldn't find any door. I found a crack in the wood and pried it open with my hands. I went inside and found a hallway with no doors. Didn't think that was the way so I went back outside. I kept calling to Jamie and intending to find her. I tried a spin teleportation. I spun around and then fell on the ground and fell asleep. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but white noise like on an old television all around me. My memory fades after this. Scary preacher FA, in a room with some guy preaching over me. He kept telling me if I fail to show works that I am not really saved. He then kept trying to smother me with a blanket. I got up and tried to argue that I am saved by grace through faith. He kept yelling at me that I wasn't saved. He began choking me and yelling. I wanted to yell louder, "I rest solely on the completed work of Jesus Christ on the cross as works for my salvation." But he was choking me too hard. All I could muster was, "You listen.." a few times. I couldn't breathe at all because he was choking me and still ranting. I silently prayed for Jesus to give me strength to overpower this man. As if an answer came the dream suddenly ended and I awoke. Don't you even try it Jamie was driving me out in the country somewhere. She said something that sounded like she wanted to die. I went on a tirade telling her not too. I wish I remembered the words. After probably babbling anti suicide stuff. She said to me, "We have to keep dreaming these dreams or we'll both be alone." I woke up then.
Updated 10-17-2018 at 03:32 AM by 6012
Blue Opossum’s Dream Canon Page 3 Afternoon of July 9, 2018. Monday. Henceforth, these pages are to be the sole resource for resolving any potential for erroneous or ambiguous conclusions regarding any content posted in any of my previous entries since 2004. In this entry, I will start to go into more detail about the nature of both lucid and non-lucid dream control. I will look at the most dominating factors of going in and out of the dream state, including the most common (for me) forms of autosymbolism and literalism while deliberately shifting levels of awareness. These details will not yet be in any precise order. Some of the most common forms of both non-lucid and lucid dream control relate to the following: Jumping from a cliff or other high location in semi-lucidity has always produced extraordinary results for me. This augments and sustains vestibular system correlation. Physicality is amplified as well, including the sense of weight and momentum and blissful sustained effortless flight. Mentally creating a difficult door to open, usually an old wooden door, and then opening it, or as of late, rapidly flying and phasing through a large locked steel vault door to outside. This was pure bliss and happiness, and occurred in the state of dream self omnipresence (BEING the dream state itself rather than just being “in” it). In some dreams, I pull aside an entire wall as if it was a sliding door. This is very effective for me as well and greatly sustains and vivifies the dream state, where I am then able to summon more denizens as well. Using a staircase to go either up or down produces mixed results. The direction of going up or down is more about the level and extent of thinking skills. Each greatly augments the dream state. However, going down a flight of steps augments the summoning factor, where denizens automatically serve me without question, whereas going up a staircase also augments and vivifies the dream state, though is more about being more focused on material awareness, and with dream characters being more of their own essence. Coalescence. Sometimes I seek denizens out and coalesce (typically near a train station or lake in a dense forest). Other times, in blissful states, they leap into me as if I were an anthropomorphic swimming pool. These are human forms only, which appear as pale blue silhouettes. In normal dreams, such avatars often coalesce with me with a mutual hug. Preconscious avatar traits often include celebrity status, unfamiliar status (unknown person), a dancer, a detective or secret agent, and a knowledge of flight, sometimes angelic or with a divine essence. (These forms of avatars go all the way back to earliest memory and are always part of the same types of dream components, even usually in the same order.) The dancing factor is obviously related to fluidity of movement as associated with vestibular system correlation as analogous to a form of flight and augmented control of physicality and “balance” in liminal space. When the avatar is not personified, it often has feline characteristics, sometimes as an actual domestic cat. In other cases, the factor, when transitioning by way of the interconsciousness, is rendered as a very realistic bird that seems the most likely and direct autosymbolism of transpersonal communication, typically an exotic bird. The most vivid form is a resplendent quetzal or in some cases, a hummingbird. Birds also represent a specific level of vestibular system correlation, especially as they fly with little effort. In other cases, the preconscious avatar rapidly shifts within hundreds of different identities in a few minutes. This always triggers a sustained dream state and enhanced lucidity. In one dream, I was sitting on Zsuzsanna’s left (on our couch) which is how we rarely sit in waking life. Zsuzsanna was becoming different avatars, easily more than one per second. I sat there watching and realized I was in the dream state to my amusement, which automatically vivified the scenario. I created a difficult door to open (in this case, a rendering of our front door), opened it, and saw a long series of small stages on each side of the street. Birds were frozen as silhouettes in midair (which is another method of sustaining and vivifying the dream state). Each stage had a denizen devoted to my existence and focus. In this dream canon, I will give more and more past examples with actual dream content, trying to be as clear and direct as possible. I will also go into more detail about how dream state symbolism (autosymbolism) has nothing at all to do with waking life symbolism or the so-called subconscious as most “interpreters” (including “experts” and “professionals”) pretend. This might prove to be valuable, as I see more and more people turning to superstitious rubbish and common misconceptions. I am thinking of even including lists of self-evident questions so that some people might be able to decide or learn it for themselves. This entry is subject to change only for purposes of clarification. If any content reads as unclear or is perceived as ambiguous, contact me by way of messaging on one of the following sites (order of preference): Twitter (@BlueOpossum), Tumblr (Blue Opossum’s Dream Journal), or my Facebook account via the dream journal website profile. Thank you for your time and respect. This ends Blue Opossum’s Dream Canon Page 3.
Created Saturday 14 July 2018 Got that DILD and a few other things to note. The non-LD portions aren't very clear, however. Scrap Group 1 Swimming deep in the ocean with marine biologists. We could somehow speak clearly while underwater. The others had me join in eating live baby shrimp. I quickly regretted doing that; I don't even like the stuff when cooked! Cut to me in a fancy apartment with family. I'm embarrassed to find I've been afflicted with fleas. Dream 1 - Hungry Summons Scene 1 - Some Looped Emergency or Other The visuals were blurred. Don't have too good memory of this. I've various false awakenings in an unknown home. Various family members were there. Something dangerous was occurring. I was bordering lucidity, but only just. Unknown transition. Scene 2 - Marloss Sacrifice False awakening in an unknown bedroom, the morning sun peeking in from white-clothed shaded windows behind me. Remembering the above, I make a reality check via feeling for something in hand. Sensing as much informed lucidity. I reshaped this object, intending it to take the form of my guide, E. But, when I glanced beside me, I found it was a complete stranger. This was a plain-looking woman in her 30's, a light skinned and auburn haired Caucasian. Similar to my guide usual form, she appeared exceptionally tall and quite stout. Initially, I was a bit wary. But, for her part, the woman soon proved to be very... uh, amiable. Just as I'd warmed up to her, the lady became mournful. That's when her mouth suddenly warped, melting into a toothless maw of slagging flesh. The monstrous female chomped at me, aiming straight for my face. I could only hold her back by a wrist's length. She expressed great remorse, claiming she was acting under compulsion to devour me. Her bites became more frantic and unpredictable. It was only a matter of time before my strength would fail. In panic, I immediately conjured a Marloss Berry on my right hand, which appeared as a giant, flesh-like cherry. Any other time, I would've eaten it myself. But, instead, I'd offered it to the creature above me. I described the food being exceptionally filling and tasty. The monster woman was skeptical of such a claim. So, I crammed the berry into her mouth, taking care not to let her take my hand with it. And like that, the demoness' hunger subsided. The woman's face soon reverted to normal. Her hair, though, constantly changed every other second, going from long with a fringe, to a bobcut, to childish pigtails, among others. The odd lady then got curious of the above magic. She wondered if I could summon her a trophy, of all things, and got ingenuously jubilant when I promised I'd do so later. This moment lasted for two more minutes before the dream collapsed. Scrap Group 2 Reloop of the first part of the above dream. A guy with brown hair and glasses was helping me out. I'd false memories of this happening the first time.
Updated 07-15-2018 at 03:50 AM by 89930
I made a video game! Again! This game was the third entry in a shooter game series. The first two weren't made by me, but a third was in development and became vaporware. So I decided to make it from scratch, sort of unofficially. It was the first game in the series to be in 3D. Interestingly, everything was made out of cardboard. The maps were outside areas, but they were inside a cardboard box with a skybox painted on it. The floor was painted green and the skybox various shades of blue and white. The weapons and enemies, the houses and the trees, everything was painted cardboard cutouts. And it was like a video game, but at the same time, the player is physically next to the box, as if he controls the character like a puppet. I let my friend play the game. The first few maps were simple. He was having fun shooting up enemies in the destructible cardboard terrain. But then there was the third map, which was very peculiar. It seemed to be a completely empty area without an exit at all. I giggled as my friend was stumped, looking around and trying to figure this out. Eventually he found out the solution to the puzzle. He put his hand inside the play area, poked a hole in the floor, and tore it to shreds. The exit was located under the ground. I laughed my ass off and clapped my hands because he found it.
At 2:22am now I'm off to sleep, Hoping to start a new Dream Journal when I awaken. ... 8am, Sunday 15-July-18, I wake. Dreams evaporated before making an impression on my long term memory. But Now I have a very cheerfull earworm Nat King Cole*– Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer Lyrics -artist: nat king cole -peak billboard position # 6 in 1963 -words by charles tobias and music by hans carste Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies Then lock the house up, now you're set And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis As cute as ever but they never get em wet Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Youll wish that summer could always be here Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Don't hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in Or some romantic moon it seems Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin Youll see more kissin in the cars than on the screen Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Youll wish that summer could always be here Youll wish that summer could always be here Youll wish that summer could always be here Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC https://youtu.be/g4czvSoCLw8
In this first part of the dream, I was outside when I was greeted by an alien who said he was from the Dorian galaxy. He was about the size of an old TV set, with pinkish skin and a large, veiny head. His suit only covered his torso. I took me and my friends to his home planet, but we couldn't get there because the fuel ran out. A friend of mine, someone else named J, suggested steering the ship to a planet and then taking off from that planet to the next one until we got there. I was on board with it until I realized how big those distances were. One planet had an atmosphere that displayed a wierd pattern that looked a lot like simplified neurons in the brain. Another one was entirely inhabited by clones of Jake from Adventure time. Both has Spore-like creatures inhabiting them as well. In the next part, my sister was Amelia Earhart, or at least dressed like a cartoon rendition of her, and was starting 9/11. I was there to help her for some reason, along with my friends. Zack from Riddle School was being forced to do extremely absurd challenges, like at an entire slice of watermelon including the crust in 5 seconds. There was another one before that one that was less absurd, but I forgot what it was.
This was an Astral Projection mislabeled as a dream. I did this last night and still remember every single aspect of it, as the average dream recall only lasts about 4 minutes after waking up, I find this to be proof positive that I indeed projected. There were other characters there and it feels like I know them. The event starts as I am watching rocks fall from the sky and absolutely crush anything in their path. The trees were just demolished and I could hear the crushing and breaking, and smell the insides of the trees, the leaves and the feeling of sheer devastation. I was standing alongside a road and could see the giant rocks as they fell all over the sky. Some were small and I dodged them as they came in my direction. The smell of the topsoil being turned as they hit the earth and buried themselves or skidded along and ripped the ground apart was in the air. I slid down the embankment to avoid being hit by another rock as other people were running for their lives. I never saw any fireballs. I found this odd. I was talking to another person there and we were trying to figure out what it was. We decided it was either an asteroid belt or we were in the debris field of a passing planetary body. I said lets go see...and then I was aboard a mothership in earth's orbit. This thing was huge. It looked like a battleship but in space. We wandered all around inside and tried to open doors inside until we came upon a room filled with slabs of what looked like Ice, inside were people frozen. At least they looked like people. I turned a switch and they all woke up. I was talking to this short female with red hair and a striped shirt and told her lets go checkout this other room, with turned out to be a large open area like a locker room, when all the frozen people began walking in. There was a 7 foot talk black dude who started talking to me if I knew Mat Collins...( this dude i went to school with, who i really didn't like) I told they guy that Mat was dead, and that he died in Iraq.( I made that up, I don't know if he is really dead, but I don't like him and didn't give a shit about lying to the 7 foot tall alien dude. Then a bug came out of the corner of his mouth..a big roach came out of the corner of his mouth, and it was gross. He then opened his mouth which turned out to be a big as a basketball and the inside of his mouth had about 100 teeth and his tongue was the size of a toilet lid. There were about 20 or 30 bugs inside his mouth, I think they lived there..they just sort of crawled around in his mouth. It was this moment I realized this dude was a lower dimensional being and I was in the astral plane. He was trying to scare me, but it didn't work, I simply told him laters and me and the redhead female left the mothership. I went back to earth by thought, and the earth was on fire at this point. There was too much smoke to see and I gave up on the experience and woke up.
Created Friday 13 July 2018 Got some things to note, if incomplete recollection of such. Scrap Group 1 At a school. I floated around for mundane reasons. Dream 1 - End of the Ecumenical Temple The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a supermarket with my brother and sister. I wander out of the place through one of several side exits, most of which were blocked by the store's shelves. Next, I made my way through city streets, an area near the courts, if all the people in formal wear and in judge's robes were any indication. I myself was wearing the latter, yet still knew better than to think I was suited for such a role. Anyway, I float above a transit bridge and over the other side of a building. Near that was a smaller, antiquated structure, a place that I'd supposedly (co)owned. This was known as an 'Ecumenical Temple', a multi-religious establishment shared by a Protestant denomination, Eastern Orthodox Christians, and, I believe, Modern Orthodox Jews. Apparently, I belonged in some fancy schmancy intellectual cabal, to whom I pitched the idea of starting said religious site as part of a social experiment. From its inception, the temple gained city-wide acclaim as a monument to tolerance and multiculturalism, not to mention the influx of membership. Thus, it came to a big surprise when the clergy, just over a year since this began, unanimously agreed to abandoning the place. They never explained why, though if I had to guess, they probably secretly resented each other. I later regrouped with the cabal, the meeting taking place in a cozy lounge. One member was a short, balding man. Another looked very similar, or perhaps even was, S. Epatha Merkenson. We discussed what we'd do with the building. There was talk of converting it into a 'Public Center for Philosophical Learning', which, as I understood, was really more of a nuanced library. I opted we add Mathematics into the mix of subjects. The whole pitch fell flat on the basis of several other members looking for "something more practical". I woke up soon afterwards. Unwitting dream transition while recalling the above. Dream 2 - Oblivious Interloper The visuals were a bit blurred. I was floating over a suburban neighborhood during dusk. Thought this was just a daydream initially, but I caught on soon enough. I barged into a random 1-story house. There dwelled a typical nuclear family, all lounging around, not taking any notice of me at all. Off in the corner, a small boy was playing pretend by himself. He hides in the AC closet, only to find he wasn't alone. Out appeared a slim, fair skinned, black haired young woman in her early twenties, dressed only in a tanktop and boy shorts. She smiles reassuringly to the startled child, whom gazed warily at her. Once he was more or less calmed, the girl hurried off to a nearby room. I fly in after her. Inside was an unkempt bedroom, mattress and random junk on the floor. The girl was rummaging around unheeded, seemingly out of curiosity rather than covetousness. Before she could spot me, I shrunk myself, intending to go to an inch high, but only getting down to about 12 inches or so. I stood still and observed, waiting to find out just what this girl's deal was. Just when I thought I'd gone unnoticed, the giant suddenly kneeled down and took hold of me. Given her mischievous smile, she seemed to already know I was there the whole time. I somehow slipped out of her grasp, and ran off. Once again, I'd assumed I was in the clear, only for her to press me down on the floor. The dream collapsed seconds later.
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