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Morning of June 29, 2018. Friday.



I had been listening to one of my latest music productions, which has somewhat of a carnival sound, though has a strong reggae rhythm. It seems to be late morning. The setting is implied to be our current home.

There is an unfamiliar male present in our bedroom, though I do not see him as an intruder. (This is the interconsciousness avatar.) Sitting on the edge of the bureau near the west window in our lounge room is the ventriloquist dummy I had as a boy. It was known as “Willie Talk”.

As the music becomes louder, the dummy starts moving, taking on the essence of a marionette being controlled by an invisible force. (In the back of my mind however, I am vaguely aware I am causing this to happen.) It almost seems to have a human essence, though still moves like a marionette. The dummy eventually jumps forward onto the floor and starts dancing to the music. There is an amazingly vivid presence of rhythm and energy.

He circles around the couch, in a marching jig toward our bed and I wake around this time.

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A ventriloquist dummy is an emergent consciousness simulacrum (see notes below), which is a form of neural energy that links the dream self, by way of the transpersonal interconsciousness, by way of the preconscious, to the conscious self identity. It is triggered by the reticular formation of the human brain and serves the same purpose as a preconscious or RAS avatar, that is, to initiate consciousness and the ability to physically move. In many cases, such an avatar is seen as going “back” to bed, though in some lucid dreams, it is seen as “waking” and leaving its bed, which is obvious autosymbolism for the level of dream self presence in the dream state. In other cases, it merges into the dreamer (such as in my “Part-Robot-Girl?” from November 17, 1989), an example of waking process coalescence (another very common factor of my dreams).

This dream is a specific type of vestibular system correlation autosymbolism, of which goes from inactive (static) to dynamic as I move toward the preconscious modulation of the waking process (by way of reticular formation mediation). It is mostly an autosymbolic rendering of thoughts like “I have to get up now” that pass through the mind prior to waking for the day. Autosymbolism is very easy to trace back to the underlying cause.

In simple terms, this means that my perception of my illusory dream body is not viably physical (as my physical body is asleep and beyond my immediate control), and as a result, my non-lucid association with my dream self’s “body” is ambiguous and is projected into the concept of a doll (serving as an emergent consciousness simulacrum), which then dances as waking process autosymbolism, even heading “back” towards our bed. (I have had many dreams like this since childhood, so I know exactly what it means, as I have been aware of the same process in subliminal, liminal, and lucid dreaming scenarios, simultaneously understanding the meaning, so even my need to explain it in the first place should be unnecessary to anyone of reasonable intelligence.)

To validate this (and perhaps develop a better understanding of what dreams are and what they are doing) and what I have written in thousands of other dream journal entries, see “The Preconscious Mind and Gamma Band Activity in the Reticular Activating System”.

This dream has ZERO to do with memory processing or waking life symbolism as disinformation agents claim (neither of which is even typically possible other than in apex lucidity). They are both autosymbolic and literal events synthesized in REAL TIME (mainly by the preconscious and interconsciousness) while experiencing REM sleep. Although this particular dream is not directly related to waking life (at this time), it most certainly has cause and meaning as all dreams do and most dreams are far easier to decode than most people habitually pretend.

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#stop_dream_disinfo_now (On Twitter)

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As usual, I find myself lucid in a dream without being able to remember how it happened. I am on a stage, a raised platform at one end of a tall, rectangular room with no windows and a door at the far end—picture a racquetball court and you’ll have a pretty good idea of the layout and size. The area where I am is lit while the area where the audience is sitting is darker, with some light shining in from the doorway.

I’m singing up here and simultaneously trying my hardest to get my bouzouki to show up so I can accompany myself on it. I look around the stage area periodically, whenever I get the chance, but it just doesn’t seem to be turning up. I notice a couple guys in the audience heading for the door. Annoyed, I will them back to their seats, but they seem to sense what I’m doing and bolt. Oh, well.

In the meantime, though, my efforts to materialize myself some accompaniment seem to have paid off. There is now an array of stringed and fretted instruments in the center of the stage, a dozen or so, leaning against stands or lying on chairs. Many of them are exotic instruments I don’t recognize, and unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a bouzouki among them. I settle for the closest match— some kind of lute, judging by the angled neck and larger body. Maybe I can intend it to have a string configuration I can work with. I pick it up and sit down in the chair it was on to play. I was singing “Greensleeves” before, and so I start again from the beginning, this time accompanying myself.

Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously…

This is more like it. It seems to work best if I don’t focus too much on what I’m doing with my hands and let it take care of itself, like a spot of localized non-lucidity.

Partway through the song, though, I find myself in another room—there seems to be a small memory gap, but I’m guessing this was a false awakening I managed to identify as another dream straightaway. This room is very similar to the one I was just in—it could be the same one if not for the lack of a raised stage area and the fact that there is now a door where the opening was. It’s a metal door painted bright green.

The room is empty apart from a mat on the floor which is furnished like a bed. Looking at it stirs faint memories of sleepovers with friends—nice memories, ones I haven’t thought about in a long time. Much of the wooden floor is covered by a rug patterned with dragons—the Asian sort—in red, blue and green. As I look at it, they move and shift in mesmerizing ways, and the perspective flattens a little as the rug occupies my field of vision. I think to myself: I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming. I don’t want to get so absorbed in it that I lose awareness.

I look away to consider the door and what might be beyond it. Thoughts come to me—memories, almost, if I took them more seriously—of rooms and people beyond. But that’s a rather serious-looking door.

I wake up.

(11.7.18)

Date of Dream: THU 12 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 373 - Don't Tell Me What To Wear


I don't remember much about this dream. From what I can remember, I was proposing on doing a performance for another nursing home group. I was in an unknown bedroom when my friend JO came up to me and was wearing fancy clothes like some sparkling Indian bollywood formal wear. But then she told me what I should be wearing when I perform to the nursing home residents and she specified that “bling” was definitely a no-no when it came to nursing home performances. I looked at her like “are you nuts?” because she had bling all over her and she had just finished performing to nursing home residents. That's all I can remember about 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 373: Results (Competition #5)
Competition Night: 11
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: 29.5
Total Accumulated Points: 30.0

Morning of July 12, 2018. Thursday.



My dream is set in our present home, though it is rendered as somewhat larger. I am in the lounge room.

A beautiful little parakeet, mainly an atypical mix of green, yellow, white, and blue, is hopping around from one of my hands to another, also up and down my arm.

Zsuzsanna comes into our lounge room. The bird flies up and onto Zsuzsanna’s left shoulder.

I have a vague expectation that the bird might fly off, but it continues to sit on her shoulder, watching me. I experience a sense of peace and joy. On one level, I realize that I am controlling the bird’s actions and behavior, though this is in the back of my mind. (This is similar to how, in apex lucidity, I manipulate vestibular system correlation autosymbolism when rendered as birds in flight so that they freeze in midair and become suspended silhouettes, though I am not lucid here.)

This dream is NOT based on memory or memory processing as many so-called researchers or “experts” claim.

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This dream is NOT a result of events of the previous day as many people claim.

The only traceable thread relevant to waking life is based on how our oldest daughter carries mice around, as they run up and down her arms, and I sometimes ask her if they might jump from her, but that has not happened.

This dream is NOT symbolic in waking life context, which is typically not possible when not conscious and not lucid, despite the misguided claims of both “professionals” and random people in society.

This dream is autosymbolic (simultaneously symbolic of sleeping, dreaming, transpersonal, biological, and waking processes) of transpersonal communication between Zsuzsanna and I (which occurs in waking life as a flash of “blue fire” in my left field of vision). Additionally; it partly stems from vestibular system correlation and the absence of the viable discernment of physicality when in REM sleep, which I have experienced in various forms in every sleep cycle since earliest memory. What, do people think the physical body flawlessly goes into the dream state and then back out when they wake? What do you think causes flying and falling dreams? In waking life, you have a real physical body. In dreams, you do not, as it is only a model; an ephemeral illusion. This is all moot, as my dream self’s focus is on exploring the nature of the dream state and waking process and its transition in anticipatory liminal focus, not waking life as a rule (other than when literalism and prescience are factors).

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#stop_dream_disinfo_now

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Date of Dream: WED 11 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 372 - Where We Are From

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, there was some event going with the whole family but I forgot what it was specifically. My parents were having a hard time with my my dad's parents but once again, I have forgotten what the argument was about. I left the room but it wasn't because I wanted to avoid anything.

I ended up walking into this random empty space like a deserted mall and I had other people with me. Apparently were all a team, with me being the leader, and we were going to cook some food of our own to bring back to my family gathering. As we were all walking across the room, I said to the people something like, “So first we're going to cook the entrée. Then after that, we're going to do the hardest meal of all. And finally, we'll finish with desert. This looked like some sort of Asian mall and also, I was hinting that we were going to be making Asian food. Also along the way, I stated that Dreamy WB was going to come and help us prepare the food as well.

Me and the other women entered another room which was supposedly a lounge room. A woman was waiting for us on the couch in there and I remember it was the woman from the dream where Sly and Murray were imprisoned on the plane... Gabby. Although I called her Gabby, apparently her name was spelt in this dream as “Gebe”. Once we all meet up, I suggested that we take a trip to see where everyone in the room came from.

I have forgotten completely where the first woman was from. After we spoke about where they were from, the dream scene would actually transition to us visiting the country! So then it was Gebe's turn and the dream stated that she originally came from Tanzania but then I didn't think that could be possible because she looked Spanish or Greek to me. So the the scene changed and projected a map of lower Africa. I was talking but I wasn't in this dream scene. No matter what I did, I was scrolling on the device I was on and I couldn't find Tanzania.

It took a while but after a tiresome effort, I did find Tanzania and once I tapped on it, the scene went to me physically being there. When I was there, the sky was a very light yellow and it was smoky. I was standing by myself on what looked to me like a helicopter pad. The cement was running on endlessly for miles and around it was dirty water with derelict skyscrapers in the distance, almost like the region was some sort of empty military, war-torn province... Nothing like what I would expect Tanzania to look like in real life.

The dream then went back to us all in the lounge room and next, it was time to show the team where I was from. So the dream indeed went to Melbourne and we were all on a bus. “Ah! There's Southbank and there's the casino”. The bus was then driving up the street to what I noticed to be the Southern Cross Station. After passing the Southern Cross Station, I spoke to the group on the bus and the following is an interesting concept.

Apparently we ended up on a bus with KW (a TAFE teacher) and the other TAFE students. I said to the women that neither KW or the students could hear us and that although we were in the seats with them, they were oblivious to our presence. We would only merge our awareness if I tapped KW on the back. Eventually, we drove down the streets of the docklands and so I pointed out to the women with excitement, “That's Pitcher Partners! The place I'll be doing my work experience at close to the end of the year”.

Once again, the scene was then with us back in the living room next to the kitchen. Now Dreamy WB wasn't with us but we were going to go to her place next, which was Ethiopia. I quickly changed my mind though and said to the team, “Actually, let's go only when we need her”. But then again, I was indecisive and said we would go now. As the dream scene was slowly transitioning into Ethiopia, I woke up.



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 372: Results (Competition #5)
Competition Night: 10
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)
- 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0)

+ Previous Total: 25.5
Total Accumulated Points: 29.5

Date of Dream: TUE 10 JUL - 2018



Dream No. 371 - Wacky Job Requirements

I don't remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was at a distorted version of Knox Shopping Centre. I was looking to apply for a casual job at Dangerfield which like in real life was on the bottom storey of MYER. The lady who I was supposed to give the application into had some really weird and wacky hairstyle in a strawberry pink colour. Once I had given my application, she then gave me this card listing all the things I'd have to do before I would even have a chance at being successful for the job.

I walked out of MYER and into the main part of the shopping centre which looked absolutely nothing like in real life. Additionally, the lighting of the whole place was a weird UV colour mix of pink and then purple at some points. I was walking through the scary, deserted corridors of the shopping centre, I read the card which listed specifically nine things I had to do. I said to my mum as I was walking next to her, “I'm not giving myself that haircut!”. She told me that there was a way to do it without wrecking my hair. 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)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? POSTPONED)
- 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 371: Results (Competition #5)
Competition Night: 9
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes




Points For This Entry: 1.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 24.5
Total Accumulated Points: 25.5

I was in a city with my friends. Moo and I were going back to the house everyone was sleeping at. We were about 50 feet in the air on little chairs. We were trying to steer the chairs in the wind towards the house. I remember I had gotten really close at some point but had gotten blown away. It didn't feel dangerous but this isn't possible in real life and if it was it would be dangerous. We eventually get into the house and I see Bahar and Kolby are waking up. Ky is there too. The room is dark with a stair case in the middle that goes to a visible 2nd floor. When we were flying in the air it seemed like it was fall with a strange festival going on.

I go outside and now there's this pool with people hiding items inside. The idea is that the swimmers can swim and find valuable things but it's supposed to be rare. Every few seconds the water would become clear and you could see a bunch of shiny objects laying about, then the water would become extremely murky. I was following the story of an attractive girl who had gone back into the house and was now engaging with two men at the same time. She goes into the bathroom after and realizes she was somehow ugly in her view but the guys couldn't notice. She was freaking out. It seems like she traded the ability to see in that pool to get shiny objects for being pretty. Now she thought she was ugly and there was mud covered all over the shiny objects anyways so it didn't even matter that she had them.

Created Wednesday 11 July 2018

More senseless scraps

Scrap Group 1
Something about living in an apartment. Spooky stuff happens there.

Riding around town during late dusk. My brother, Daly, is driving. I later found we were covered in terrible pustules. To my disgust, Daly started popping a few.

Seinfeld dream. Elaine was taking a bubble bath, indifferent of George and Kramer being in the same room with her. Apparently, they were performing a spell to conjure a wish-making mermaid. They'd supposedly summoned her before, only to have unwittingly wasted their wish. Didn't take long for the mermaid to show up, dark skinned, green tailed, and notably only 2ft long. Once again, the group was about to make a frivolous wish. In this case, to find out who wasted the last one, along with some other random trivia. I jumped in to wish for ultimate magic powers. Before I could test this out, Daly appeared to ask for $10 bucks. This confusing request collapsed the dream.

Felt like I had 2 lucids right after the other.
First might have been a false awakening because I was in my apartment. I thought I heard people talking outside. I looked at the window and thought it was broken. I was worried that my cat might have got out.

Next I was literally flying down a dirt trail somewhere. I noticed rock formations that looked like hands. It was day time then it became evening and as I was still flying I saw lots of birds flying in the distance. During the flying dream I was aware enough to think to myself what I saw so I would remember my flying dream when I woke up.

Trying to get serious about lucid dreaming again.

Fragment 1
I'm Vladimir Putin's daughter. I'm a child, maybe around 11 years old. My father and I are standing on a grass field, the day is grey. A huge truck pulling a wagon with a big rocket (missile?) on it passes in front of us. Putin looks at me, smiles and says: "Trump also has one".

Dream 1: Dish Washing
It's the marriage anniversary of the Queen and her husband. Theres a parade through the city. The Queen and her husband both ride motorcycles in the parade. We arrive at the party venue. I am apparently working in the kitchen. Nobody seems to take care of the dishes, so I start doing this. Through the door I can see a hallway and the entrance to the bathroom. The Queen's husband comes into the hallway and heads towards the bathroom. He looks sick, constipated and he keeps rubbing his thighs. When he returns from the bathroom I ask him if he's okay.

"These trousers are extremely tight!" he says.

He leaves and I keep washing the dishes. I have trouble finding the right trays and making the forks and spoons fit inside the dishwasher. Also the drain is rather clogged. My superviser enters the kitchen and tells me off because some plates are still dirty, even though I didn't even wash them yet. I feel that this is very unfair.

Fragment 2
I'm a young woman who doesn't like the smell of the bug spray I'm using, so I mix it with my perfume. I wonder if it is still effective.

Fragment 3
I'm looking through Dumbledore's desk (very ratty-looking desk btw), searching for something, worrying if he will come back soon.

Fragment 4
I'm attending a lecture. The teacher is my old high school teacher. He's trying to climb over a wooden barrier while teaching. There is a projector screen. He asks me about the meaning of a joke in the film he's teaching on. I see flashes of the film, and of my friend telling the joke. I say the point of the joke is that the guy in the film finds himself. My teacher says: "Yes, but also about his virginity".

I'm suddenly outside the lecture hall. It's a forest with a field in the middle. There's a double wired electric fence around the field. A young boy is playing underneath the wires. I try to persuade him to get out from under there, because my teacher is right now doing something that will turn up the electricity. The boy leaves and I follow him to a clearing containing a car with the trunk open, a man (the boy's father) and a woman (his sister). I feel that these are not good people.

Created Tuesday 10 July 2018

Only got a fragment today...

Scrap Group 1
At a diner with family. I seat myself in the bar table. For some reason, I had a major case of the blues, uncontrollably crying my eyes out in public. I kinda annoyed the server by snatching up a hotdog I didn't order. Later on, I wander around an urban area. There's something about finding a hidden stash of drug money, I think? I wake up thinking I was lucid at some point, but I'm not so certain now...

Created Monday 09 July 2018

Well, it was quite a morning. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Scrap Group 1
Walking around the neighborhood as part of my exercise routine during daytime. I later fly around instead. Several people claimed this was the sign of bad omens, and pressed me to deal with it.

Dream 1 - Eldritch Future Samurai Woman

The visuals were a bit dim. I was driving around an altered version of town during twilight. I stop at a small plaza by 88th St and 97th Ave. Not a few seconds in, I was confronted by an older rural white man, who requested that I leave the area. Although outwardly well mannered, he was seething with contempt. Indeed, he casually produced a less than subtle warning in the form of a shotgun.

Soon, a black sedan pulled up. Out steps a brown haired, light skinned man in a black suit, an intelligence officer, no doubt. In fact, I supposedly served for him as a CI. The agent spoke of a map he'd procured, of which marked the location of an incoming threat. Meanwhile, the old bigot was getting violently impatient. Having bigger things to worry about, the agent and I regrouped at a nearby condo complex to resume our discussion.

Eventually, we departed towards the a bridge in the city's bay, the above mentioned destination. Empty vehicles blocked the road, many appearing worn from years of disuse. Such an eerie sight. Just then, another figure stepped out, a slight Asiatic woman encased in white, futuristic body armor stylized as those of the Samurai. "You have nothing to worry about", she asserts. "The threat has been neutralized".

That's when she revealed eldritch powers of her own. From the depths rose a gigantic, two-headed demon in her likeness, one head black, the other white. The mysterious woman steps inside of it, her body dissolving and melding into the creature. In a similar fashion, the monster ripples out of existence. The alarm then woke me up.

Dream 2 - Assassin Vines

WILD transition in bed. Like usual, I roll off the bed with my eyes closed. It took a lot longer than usual to actually get off the mattress, and an atypical additional two-minutes spent spinning in nothingness before I finally landed on the floor.

Next, I head to the lounge, waiting out some blurriness. I overheard various housemates supposedly up and about, but I ignored that. Anyway, I walk out the front door, only to find an endless hallway where the neighborhood should be. This sight would've collapsed the dream entirely, had I not reacted with thorough hand rubbing.

Once I came to, I find myself outside proper, just past the driveway and on the road, a dawn sky above. I look around, taking in this vivid view. That's when I noticed an odd tree where the swietenia should've been. I approach it for a better look. Although the same height and having similar foliage as the aforementioned tree, its trunk was more similar to that of a palm, being straighter, narrower, and having fuzzy bark.

As in a previous dream, I attempted to shape it in the form of my guide, E. The tree soon giggled. Seconds later, a patch of thorned, half-wilted vines slithered their way from the top, pressing onto me in a most uncomfortable embrace. In response, I Shouted 'Yol Toor Shuul' at these vile orchids, intending to shoot fire at them, only to get a bit of smoke. I then Shouted a desperate 'Fus' as a last resort. The resulting gusts loosened the vines momentarily, allowing me to pull away to safety.

Things destabilized soon afterwards, and the dream ended. DEILD transition one minute later.

Dream 3 - Joy and Violence

Scene 1 - A Touching Moment
Back in bed, eyes shut. While awaiting a transition, I imagined E appearing at my side. Soon enough, I did indeed feel someone tugging at me nearby. No doubt my guide, given her distinct voice and the, uh, abundantly feminine shape I could so plainly sense. We rolled ourselves into an embrace, then into the void. A... shall we say, 'touching', moment followed.

Once settled, the environment began destabilizing. I was sorely disappointed of this. E chuckled. "Don't worry", she said. "Your dream isn't over yet." I was finally able to see her spectral form, only to watch her fade away promptly.

I found myself in a darkened endless plane, beige tiles forming the floor. A figure then popped up ahead of me, a generic 3d model of hairless man in a tux. On a lark, I provoked him into a fight, a good old fashioned brawl. Well, good for me, anyway; the other guy didn't seem to feel the same way. I eventually got the upper hand. As such, the polygon man scurried off.

Just then, someone threw random junk at me from behind and above. I looked back to find a small stone tower, probably only 15 ft in height. Reckoned some Shouts would put a stop to this. I yelled "Fus", but nothing happened. So, I tried "Yol Toor Shuul" again. An unseen heat wave struck the center of the tower. In the blink of an eye, a fiery explosion burst from within, instantly collapsing the structure.

Unknown transition momentarily.

Scene 2 - Hall of the Evil Successor
The visuals were a bit blurred. Still lucid. I had the form of an unknown muscled anime guy. Notably, I controlled him from a 3rd person view, while simultaneously hearing and feeling as if from my own perspective. The sight around me was of a hellish place, a dark hall built of skulls and ruin. Kenshiro was seated on a throne in the distance. Or rather, a corrupt and evil version of the character, a demonic aura emanating from his eyes. Guarding him were the ghosts of some of his most powerful friends and enemies.

Welp, good enough pretext as any for a fight. I rush through the hall, charging through anyone in my path. First up was Shin, who easily fell in one blow. Raoh and Souther then attacked in pair. I darted between their attacks, tripping each of them up before delivering a finishing blow. Next up was Rei, distinctly the only living being there besides Kenshiro himself. He was likewise more durable then the others. It took a rapid barrage of punches to finally bring him down.

Just as the boss fight was a bout to start, the dream suddenly collapsed.

I'm abroad with a group of friends. Initially, it seems like I'm in Russia. First, the idea is that I need to volunteer hours in order to get my CPA. I'm calling this person who is setting up a volunteer event. The message tells me that there is an event from 12-7, the first 30 minutes of which would be training and then the rest would be the event. I get my phone out and do some research to try to figure out what the event actually is. It seems like the event is either a graduation or some sort of ceremony in an old folks home. The building in the picture is pretty beaten up with a green roof and lining. I'm now at the place which seems to be an old factory. I go inside and get the feeling that it is actually more like a hotel in which people are walking up and down the stairs as well as going to do their laundry on one of the floors. I'm hiding for some reason.

The dream goes over to what I believe to be Zagreb, Croatia. I'm standing in the middle of a crowd watching a show. On stage is this one man dressed in an S&M outfit screaming lyrics. There are other women on stage dancing around dressed in the same stuff. I look to my left and see Kolby is there with me. The people on stage are screaming very satanic lyrics which was visibly upsetting Kolby as well as me a little bit. The guy on stage screamed "6 6 and another 6." We're in a crowd but it's more like each person has 2 yards in between one another and looking back I see there's really only about 50 people at the show. A large woman on stage sees Kolby is upset and yells pointing at him. I remember saying out loud "okay I'm not that religious but this is making me uncomfortable too." Kolby leaves. I'm standing there and a girl on the right of me starts telling me that I should come with her to the bars after the show. Another girl on my left says pretty much the same thing. I take note of that and leave.

I find Kolby and JP. I tell them we should go to Split which is a coastal city in Croatia. They agree and we take a ship over really rough water there. We get there and it looks more like Roman ruins with a massive old temple-like cave engraved in a mountain. We go around there and find the actual city on the coast. We were supposed to come with other people but apparently we got an early ship. Now the waters are too rough and it looks like we might be here a while. The city looks sort of like the back alleys of Venice. I'm trying to figure out how we're going to sleep there, looking up hostels on my phone. There's no wifi. I'm looking at an offline map on my phone looking for hostels. I say out loud "I've stayed at this one hostel but it was such a long hike every day." The boys say that they don't really want to stay in a hostel because they need sleep. My friend Jordan comes out of nowhere. I ask her for hostel recommendations and she says "One Hostel." Well that was good enough for me. I follow her directions into an underground space that has 10 or so women sewing or selling items in a shop. I see a sign on the wall that says "One Hostel" along with some other words. Behind a counter is a woman sewing with glasses on, not seeming to pay attention to me. It doesn't seem ideal so I decide to go somewhere else.

Morning of July 8, 2018. Sunday.



In my dream, I am wandering around, uncertain of the nature of my current situation. The setting is an ambiguous blend of King Street (where I have not been at all since 1994), and Stadcor Street (where Zsuzsanna and our family and I have not lived in years). It is rendered in a way that is about fifty percent of each, yet I am not confused by this mix and seem to be walking to where Dennis (half-brother on my mother’s side) used to live.

I walk through a narrow alley toward an area that opens into a vacant parking lot. Three unfamiliar males approach me and I expect trouble. One male presses the small of my back, apparently with a weapon. It does not hurt, but there is a strange sustained sensation that always served before to immediately wake me since early childhood. However, I do not wake from this, though as I am not lucid, I am not aware of what it usually does to me. It happens three different times as I choose to try to walk slowly away to the entrance of another alley on the other side of the parking lot.

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Normally, this back jab event (rendered in dreams in a number of different ways) sends me nearly flying out of bed with its intensity. In this case, it is softer, but still dominates my otherwise illusory physicality. I almost suspect that it did not wake me (though of course I did wake eventually) due to getting older and I wonder if it indicates a biological change, though may possibly be a new form of non-lucid dream control. The parking lot is very common autosymbolism for a specific level of sleep, representing how the body is not typically moving (or is not supposed to be) during REM sleep. It is usually the last setting to be rendered when featured in a dream and I typify it as a liminal space representation (as a parking lot also is in waking life), though not a transitional liminal space buffer as a porch is.

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Morning of July 9, 2018. Monday.



I am in our present home in my dream, though which seems rotated from north to west, perpendicular to its real location on the corner (intersection).

Our youngest son is building a biplane from Lego. However, when I look again, it seems he has changed it so that it is now a building. He is sitting on our youngest daughter’s bed (where he had slept temporarily). I puzzle over this. I visualize the Lego biplane as being vertical and upright, but then consider that I may have only been looking at the “skeletal” foundation of the building (even though it was an actual transformation typical of the dream state).

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This dream is based on very common (an average of more than once per sleep cycle) anticipatory autosymbolism for vestibular system correlation. This does not always result in actual “flight” or a direct change in physicality upon waking (such as a hypnopompic kick or common falling sensation). In this case, with the bed as the literal dream state indicator, with an airplane autosymbolism for physicality in regard to VSC, it simply represents standing up after getting out of bed, though is also an association with our youngest son sometimes standing on this same bed in reality.

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Some previous (posted online) dreams in which a biplane or biplane hang glider has featured include:

Biplane Hang Glider Mishap, February 27, 2016

Biplane in my Pillow, April 4, 2012

Water from a Biplane, December 20, 2010

Biplane Directive, January 2, 1972

They are not as common as other flight symbols (that is, dream state contemporaneous symbolism of VSC, which is usually unrelated to waking life), such as helicopters, of which have featured in hundreds of my dreams since childhood, some featured in my entry “40 Helicopter Dreams”, posted on May 20, 2018.

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