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Date of Dream: FRI 18 MAY - 2018



Dream No. 335 - Separated Sections

Dream 335 A - Water Pressure
I don't remember much of this dream. From where I can remember, I was at some unknown pharmacy. There was a Super Mario plush toy that could talk and he'd claim to be my dream guide for this dream. He said that whenever I needed him, just to lift him up to me but if I moved his cap from its original position, then I'd have to pay a fee. I walked around to a few places, carrying that small Mario plush toy with me. I eventually returned him to the pharmacy and that's all I can remember in regards to this scene.

In the next scene, my dad was driving me somewhere in his car. We came to a really huge body of water on the road and really worried, I asked, “Should be driving through that water?”. He didn't seem phased and continued through. The puddle was so long and deep that the car ended up actually underwater. What's interesting though is that no water got inside the car; the interior was still completely dry. There was one thing though and that was increasing air pressure inside the car. We eventually got back onto land and that's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 335 B - School Production Familiarity
I don't remember much of this dream. From where I can remember, I was in some completely unknown area but I was logged into my Facebook account. I was watching a conversation between all the girls that were in my school production in 2016. In some parts of the dream, the real WB physically appeared but I forgot specifically what she was doing. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Re-stabilize in-dream performance from Dreamy WB; she hasn't been appearing lately (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? No)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- Get the bottom of the cause of dream guide hindrance (Achieved? No)



Dream 335: Results (Competition #3)

335 A
Competition Night: 17
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Mario
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

335 B
Competition Night: 17
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:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- 3-Day Recall Chain (3.0)

+ Previous Total: 100.5
Total Accumulated Points: 104.5

Created Thursday 17 May 2018

Got three LDs to note, if two rather strained ones. There was probably another brief LD I'd forgotten in between these. There's also a fragment. I'm sure I had some other things in memory, but that's since passed.

Dream 1 - She Ain't Picking Up

WILD transition in bed. I had a tenuous grasp of the dream, so I hesitated momentarily. I got bored after half a minute, so I tried bringing my guide, E. But, after many attempts at calling to her, and imagining her form in reach, I just couldn't bring her in. Things collapsed soon after.

Dream 2 - Icy-lation

Another WILD transition in bed. Again, I lingered for a bit, waiting for something to happen, though it became apparent I had to take things into my own hands. I couldn't move. So, I fell through the bed and into the void. There, I tried bringing in E again, more intently this time, but again, no luck. Eventually, I landed in a mountainside snowfield, an overcast twilight above. This place was bare of life, a cold wind the only company. I looked around only for so long, when I sensed my physical body in bed. I couldn't maintain composure, and was corporally returned there. Still, the image persisted for a bit, silent yet moveable, remaining for at least a minute before I woke up.

Scrap Group 1
Unknown LD, of which I lost grasp. This somehow transitioned to below.

Dream 3 - Aiding the Red Witch

The visuals started quite blurred, but clarified over time. I was wandering around a city during a bright day. Semi-lucid (knew it wasn't real, but merely thought it was a dreamlet or daydream).

Later, I was psychically alerted of some world-threatening emergency. I rushed through a busy alleyway towards a large bus stop, the site of the crisis. There awaited a live-action version of I-No, the villainess from Guilty Gear XX. But, instead of being the source of the problem, she was actually in charge of stopping it, and was, in fact, the one who drew me towards the scene. From what I gathered, a force was controlling the minds of the masses. Anyone so enthralled was then set on a rampage. Said force had already spread throughout much of the city, and would have continued uncontrollably, had not I-No barred it from doing such. Once I arrived, the Red Witch demanded I interpose myself between her and the possessed, while she performed a spell to put an end to the madness. I internally questioned her intent, knowing she didn't care for anyone but herself, nasty personality notwithstanding. Still, for someone as scary as her to deal with such a threat, it must've been serious indeed...

I leaped past I-No, then ahead of the few remaining innocents huddled beneath the bus stop, where I formed an energy shield. Numerous stones were hurled towards us. Feeling their impact upon the barrier finally triggered lucidity. Anyway, I sensed I couldn't hold up the shield for long. I glanced back expectantly towards the witch, but she was clearly still preoccupied. "Not yet, meat puppet!", she hissed as she frantically meddled with glowing runes floating near her. Hmph.

Well, I thought it best to take a more offensive approach. So, I yelled "Animate Object!" (as per the D&D spell), and put a street light under my command. I had it swipe through dozens of the possessed, then stamp onto incoming vehicles. But, it was later mysteriously toppled, leaving it completely inert.

After that, I set up a Storm Pillar trap (another D&D spell) nearby, though it was unintentionally invisible. Nonetheless, it proved otherwise effective, zapping any foes that passed through with unseen electricity.

The hostiles' ranks were growing too thick. No choice but to get my hands dirty. After drawing a small sword from nowhere, I charged at the crowd, slashing and impaling with impunity. One unfortunate fat guy was even disemboweled. Either way, it seemed the possessed were not stymied by pain, stopped only by the most crippling wounds, or death. Excitement initially got the better of me, but I eventually felt remorse in having to resort to such violence. After all, these enemies were victims themselves...

Suddenly, the floor collapsed, sending me and those around plummeting to unknown depths. Things get unclear. Lost lucidity. There's a scene involving a rather bloody Tales of fighting game, which my brother Brandon and I played. The dream ended after that.

Scrap Group 2
In an unknown apartment suite. My brother Bud was there. I watch a video showcasing glitches in Guilty Gear XX Accent Core Plus. There's two involving I-no, a damage scaling bug, and a trick which allowed her to use Megalomania, her boss-only super. Later, some Guilty Gear Isuka combo videos with Anji. Time skip. I'm walking around an urban street near a gigantic school. I super jump dozens of stories up, yet even this wasn't enough to scale the entirety of the building.

Ok. 8:37 getting off the comp for bed.

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Okay! So, it took me a while to fall asleep. Maybe an hour, but I made it. I had one mini dream of a little wet cloth touching a side of a bath tub. There was some kind of special word in it.

Then I woke up a little, recalled it, and fell back asleep. The next dream was something short. I recalled it and fell back asleep. Now I can't remember what it was.

This next one got more involved. It seemed to be about my appointment tomorrow with (J). So where did it start? I was looking all over for my paper. I remember running in the woods. Running in the woods, thinking this will fix my dopamine receptors. At the arboretum. I remember it felt cool to run, and feel my lungs breathe.

The paper had his phone number on it. I hoped it was the right number. I called, and it turned out to be. But, it was an older woman. I was also running around upstairs to close the windows. Wind was blowing in. I didn't want to lose all the heat once it got cold at night.

My Nana, Aunt C, Uncle C, Dad, Mom and sister were there. Maybe others. I remember using the land line phone and thinking of my cell phone. Hm, this memory is a little more jumbly than I thought.

We were on a hill. The hill led down to a shore line on the beach.

I remember my Uncle and Dad saying something on the hill. It was night. Wow, I feel sad now. I thought that was gonna be alot more detailed when I wrote it.

I think it ended with my Dad having these really weird legume type things. They looked like extra big, golden brown pieces of dried rosemary. And then there were these other things. White circular things with some spiky top.

He said they were for helping go to the bathroom. They seemed too hard. Anyway, I think I took a few. He was going to give them to someone.

Something with my lap top in there maybe. We confirmed the appointment.

So I woke up and recalled that. However, I fell back asleep. This time by mistake. The other two times I chose to go back to sleep since it has just been a moment of a dream.

I dreamed of my room mate from college. I had been taking college courses but also playing guitar for 1.5 hours a day. Learning lots of songs, really fast. I remember thinking of how I played some impressive songs at a party.

I was out in town, near buildings and pavement and side walks. I was zooming in and out of something with a stair case, on my phone.

There was a rapper doing a song. I can't remember the words now. It's the first time I thought of it. But I knew who it was. The top of the stair case seemed to change.

Then I sat at the top of the stair case. About to do something else on my phone. I grabbed a pencil and tried to use the eraser side as a stylus and it made giant gashes in my screen.

'Oh no!' I thought, and tried to rub the screen clean. Nope, there were deep, deep gashes in the screen. I thought of asking my Dad if he could find another one of these Samsung Galaxies on sale at Amazon. But not sure how I'd do my hand-writing app with all these bumps.

I tried to run the stylus over them. It didn't seem like good news. I felt angry or sad or grief. I looked at the pencil eraser. There were some metal parts exposed that looked razor sharp. I felt like someone had planted it there to trick me into scratching up my phone.

Then I woke up in my physical bed. What a relief. Phone screen destruction night mares used to be alot more common. But then they went away so I stopped using it as a dream sign. I wasn't prepared! Oh well.

I also had a moment of maybe dream journaling in the dream. It said a name.

I thought, okay. That must be what I dreamed about in that second round of dreams. But maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. It was what I dreamed of dream journaling is all I am sure of.

Okay! It's only 12:03 AM, meaning I slept 2-3 hours so far. Weird, it felt like more sleep. Okay, back to bed! Wish me luck falling asleep!

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Okay! I just woke up and recalled another round. Here it is.

Nana's. My memory starts with me at Nana's. I remember being with my sister in Nana's room. She was on the chez lounge.

I think there was something with my Mom and Dad that's vague. Maybe a spill in the bathroom. I remember standing in a big sun spot in Nana's dining room. "It is so warm in this sun spot," I said to my sister and others nearby. There might have been a big plant there.

I think Nana's front door was open. I think there was alot more to that part which got forgotten as the dream went on.

In the next scene I remember, I had some kind of pie thing. Someone else was taking it. I only remember this vaguely.

I got lured to this opening to a trail where bees flew around. I saw the bee go for my pie. I think one of them, I protected myself, and its upper body imploded. So only its thorax was flying. (I don't harm bugs in waking life. Guess I felt threatened in the dream.) There was another bee, so I ran.

I wish I could remember the part before that. Blah.

When I ran back into the field or courtyard thing, there were spider webs sealing off each exit. They appeared quickly over the entrance I'd just come in by. It was brown dirt and outdoors.

I decided to get a stick and gently move one web so I could go out. I was still running, I think from the bee. (I also usually avoid breaking a spider's web in waking life due to all that hard work they did.)

When I turned around, a big furry mongoose snake hybrid poked its head out. It was brown. It didn't come at me though. When I turned around again another animal thing came out from the other side.

There may have been a Pokemon part.

After some unsureness, my memory starts at a library. I remember red stair cases. I remember night mode on screens. I remember wanting to print something.

My friend was using the computer by the printer to print his book. He told me I should get his book. Sorry, I wasn't really interested. I sat down, waiting for his book to finish. Some spiritual advisor guy sat down near me, talking to someone else. It sounded like program talk, very white-light and that kind of thing.

I started doing hyperventilating breathing and punching my legs, also growling. This was kind of because I needed to and also to be sure to make those pasty program people remember anger. I was angry about something. I forgot what it was now.

I also remember looking at all the library shelves, and what stairs to go up.

When I sat back down, I noticed a black hand gun was on the table. No one seemed to notice it, so I put it into my bag. In the context of the dream, it was my gun, but I wasn't planning on hurting anyone. I wasn't sure why I had it.

I must have got up, done something else, and come back. When I came back, the gun was out of my bag again, on the table. Was someone taking it out of my bag as a hint? Then, the guy behind the counter put on his headphones, and brandished a silver night stick. "You might wanna go use the bathroom," he said, hinting that I should leave my bag there again, so they could finish confiscating the gun.

"It's not what you think," I tried to explain. Then I woke up briefly and recalled it, then fell back asleep into the same dream. I was pretty relieved when I woke up and found that it had just been a dream.

When I got back to that, I was going up stairs in the library. Looking for tissues to blow my nose comes to mind. Oh, I had alot of boogers. I had so many boogers all over my hand. I also saw lots of boogers rubbed on the wall so I figured I'd rub my boogers there too.

Afraid the people would be suspicious why I'd left, I got ready to explain to them, how I was embarrassed about the boogers. Once I got further up, there was a big vat thing with fluid. I heard DG saying that he got a full time job through this new government program.

That's what it was. There was a new job program from the government, giving people more jobs. I was not interested, but DG was excited about it.

He said how he was working a full time job, and taking classes at night, to advance. This seemed silly to me. Trying to cram in too much.

I guess I went back down and my back pack was there. I think I typed some things or tried to manage my print-outs. I forgot what MK's book was about. But I know the pages were coming out in night mode. I was afraid I'd have to return another day to print. This seemed not fun because I wanted to have it done.

Then I guess the library was closing. Some people were upstairs.

Another image or scene pops to my mind so vaguely though. Just on the tip of my tongue. Ah, no way of unraveling it.

BZ called something down to me.

So BZ calls something down to me. I reply with, "You dirty rotten smoker!! Why don't you quit smoking?" Something like that. So he came on his way down.

The group of them got down stairs and came towards me. I thought of my gun in my bag, just in case, but was afraid to pull it out. In case it would just get me in trouble.

BZ became C and C walked right towards me. I started apologizing and gave him a hug. "I'm so sorry I called you that. I am just so upset about the smoke. But it was mean." We hugged for a while. He was kind of pinching a nerve in my back but he stopped. His clothes didn't smell like smoke, as I feared they would.

Because we were both males, the body positioning was a little awkward. I began to realize this after a while. So it got kinda awkward and so we kinda backed away. I guess that showed that by not having a gun, I had to use other means to make it safe for myself, like making amends. But if I'd had a gun, I wouldn't need to make amends. (I don't own guns in waking life.)

Then, it shifted, and lots of people started to stampede through. It became a long corridor. (I'm getting a little flash back of an earlier scene but IDK how to unravel it!) There were lots of African American people. Two men had silver or chrome teeth but with braces on top of that. I was like, "Awesome teeth!" And then I saw Ira. I was like, "Awesome teeth, Ira!"

Then two women were to my left. More elderly women. One gestured toward the other, and she showed me a big tongue ring. It was like a straight poke-through piercing. I said something like, "Cool, thanks for showing me!"

As I ran with them, I remembered that I want to recall that earlier part with the bugs. I had a sense I'd have an easy time remembering all those dreams. When I woke up, that proved not to be the case... I got the library parts but had some blank spots for the other earlier parts.

You know that feeling when you know for sure there was a dream detail there, but just not what it was? I figure if I know it was there, there's gotta be a way to unravel it.

Okay, now it's 2:40 AM in waking life time. I got 2-2.5 hours of sleep or 5-6 total so far. Hopefully I will get another 3-4 but just seeing how it goes. A lucid would be nice! But most importantly, whatever it is, I just want to remember it very, very thoroughly.

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I remembered in the last dream, someone definitely conned me into giving them something, before the bug part. It might have been CR. Couldn't unravel further. Does anyone have experience with unraveling a really distant dream detail?

Okay! I'm up with more dreams. My memory of these starts with Walter White from Breaking Bad, sitting with his back to a wall. He was saying how he and his wife would do anything to get out of depression. I felt like I had an answer.

There was more before that. At least 2 big scenes. There was something with an app. It said "Inner Child". It was a way of doing a phone meeting but from a special app with special features. Something about costing 3.99 or so. The screen was green.

I was thinking the app wouldn't help, because for phone meetings, people could do those free. No one would go to ones they had to buy an app to go to.

I forgot what else had happened earlier though.

Then I guess I was in the app without having paid. I was being shown various talks and forum threads. There was a talk going on where they talked about how harming a child is wrong. And if the child is crying, the person causing it should stop. But they often don't.

As I heard this, I cried deeply, realizing my trauma. I was sitting in my dream journal chair on recline, in front of a monitor. My sister and Dad were around. I was walking around at times and my sister wondered why I had to have that on, it was unpleasant to her. I had stationed little pieces of paper around the monitor area and heard my Dad (in my mind) complaining about the pieces of paper. They had trauma recovery stuff written on them.

I felt bad that it might upset my Dad. He always seemed to "function" like a machine, no matter what, but if he began to heal from trauma I am sure that he would break down. Either way I think its something that can't be bypassed.

I had been digging my feet into the ground unconsciously. When I went to sit back down, the whole bottom portion of the chair had caved in, because it didn't have the pillow underneath it properly. (Long story of how I designed my special chair). I saw that the legs of the chair had indented the tan carpet, and I had pushed it backwards by a foot. So I tried to adjust it back.

50 Cent was doing a rap about Jay-Z and another rapper. Something about it was humorous. I tried to scroll back to loop the 5 minutes of the audio that was giving me so much catharsis over my trauma.

I remember the pieces of paper with words, in the cups. I was sad about my trauma but also glad to be having the tears, since I want to heal. I am unable to cry in waking life due to brainwashing but I've had some healing weeps in dreams.

Okay, so then, I think I woke up, and recalled all 3 scenes. The one I just said, the half of the one before it I said, and maybe the rest of the earlier parts I was unable to unravel.

I must have drifted to sleep again, this time lucid. I found myself on the beach.

I was with (A). In a kind of house thing but it only had the beams on each corner and roof... No walls! So we could see out to the beach all around. I guess it was for putting a tent over as needed.

We were talking about something when I realized I was in a dream, and became lucid. He had a bowl of pasta with red sauce and parmesan cheese to eat. He sat up on a table and I stood on the ground there. I think I was talking to him first while he ate, but I wondered if I could have some food, too. Being that it was a dream, I would have loved to have had some italian food!

I think I was telling (A) about my previous dream. He took a turn to speak, but while he spoke, he prepared his next bite of food, stirring around the sauce. As he finished speaking, he took a 2-3 inch diameter chunk of parmesan cheese to eat, and ate that. There were other big chunks too. He looked alot like (A) from waking life.

There were some big meat balls in an oven. The oven was open but they seemed to be baking. Nothing seemed for me though. (A) said, "Looks like your pasta got really solid." And pointed to a brown rock near by, on a beam counter top thing.

It was definitely a rock. But I wanted to have some fun here. He knew it was a very solid and hard rock. I looked at it, got ready, felt some doubts, but went for it anyway. Like I had intended, it became powder in my mouth. It was like a semi-sweet powder.

(A) was pretty amazed. I offered him to test the remaining rock if it were still a rock. Sure enough, to him, it was a solid, hard stone. But I was able to bite it.

"You must be so wise, that you're teaching me something, without acting like you know you are," I said to him. I meant that I thought he was lucid, too, but acting like he wasn't, to teach me. It felt like more of a shared dream than a subconscious dream.

This is where it gets really interesting. And more what i feel are third-party entities come along.

In the distance, I saw about 5 men with black hand guns approach. All wearing some soldier uniform, one brighter yellow green, one greener, I forgot the rest. Some helmets.

I felt some fear as they approached. Being lucid, I got ready to fly. There was a beam I would first aim to jump to, then a roof higher up, which I could escape from.

"Come with us," they ordered me. 'No,' I thought, and jumped up to the beam. I felt heavier, and hadn't flown yet in the dream. Maybe they were making me a little less able to fly. I aimed for the roof and jumped up. Got up about 10 feet but I would have needed another 5 feet.

Looking down, I saw two of the men had the hand guns pointed at me. "Get down here like we said, or we'll shoot!" I didn't want to feel a bullet if I moved another inch. "Okay, I'm coming down," I said. "I'm coming down!! Don't shoot!!" I added, afraid they would just be so reactive that they'd fire anyway.

I was afraid to go with them. It didn't seem like a good place to go... Where as I could talk about my trauma healing dream with (A), I felt my body go cold and numb when I got near these "dream agents" or whatever they were. But, I was gonna just go with them, I guess. I half expected it to be a long dream of me being imprisoned, questioned, something like that.

When my feet touched the dream ground, I simply woke up. I don't know if I would have woke up if I'd have kept fighting, trying to fly away or deflect the bullets. If it was a shared dream with (A) it probably seemed kinda weird to see all that, if he woke up and remembered. But I could see how if (A) was non-lucid, the "dream police" would come to get me for doing alchemy on the stone. Still, I already did it! So, too late.

I've heard of these dream police when showing off dream abilities. Maybe it's just a schema. Or maybe its an actual thing that happens "out there" in the shared-dream field and by accepting the reality of it, I can learn how to... Work around it, fight it, deal with it, etc. What do you think?

Now it's 4:31 AM. I hope to sleep at least once more but maybe even twice. I think I've accumulated 6-7 hours of sleep by now. Need more!

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Alright! I got me some more dreams.

First I dreamed of being in a restaurant I worked at growing up.

Only it was criss-crossed to where the manager was someone from a different restaurant I'd worked at. It was early in the season. A couple had sat in the front at a square 4 top.

T (The manager) had already taken some of their orders. I was surprised that he had memorized everything. The people started to tell me that they wanted wine coolers. They already seemed to have cups so I was confused.

I sat down with them and said, "I haven't worked here in a year!" My voice sounded different. I remember the windows in the front, and the dark brown. I forgot if anything else happened.

I woke up, recalled that, and went back to sleep. "No way I'll forget that," I thought. However, I almost did forget it... after I woke up and recalled the next dream, it took me quite a while to dig that one back up.

Well, I fell back asleep, and had another dream. I was on the computer. Then I decided to go on a forum. Before I could make it to the forum, I woke up.

I woke up and recalled those, then recovered the memory of the restaurant dream. I decided to let myself go back to sleep before recording because they were short dreams.

My last dream I dreamed about a computer again.

I dreamed I was in my back yard too. So, I woke up, recalled those, and got up and typed.

Now its 7:20 AM meaning I slept another 2 hours. So now I have 8-9 hours of sleep under my belt. It still seems like not enough, and that I could sleep more. I will see if thats possible and if not, start my day.

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Well, looks like its time to start my day. I can always nap if I'm tired. That was really nice to have a full night sleep again.

Morning of May 16, 2018. Wednesday.



In my dream, I find myself looking at Facebook. The technology is not rendered correctly. There is a monitor at first, but this dream becomes of the usual “paper technology” type.

I notice a comment on my timeline. It reads, “Stop posting fake pictures” - in reference to real photographs that Zsuzsanna and I had posted of our youngest daughter. This annoys me. I respond by writing, in handwriting with a pen, on a page in a spiral notebook, though somehow also going to my Facebook page, “You are a moron” and “That is our daughter, you moron”. I eventually write a number of longer sentences. He is from another site (a music site for musicians) that I used to post on that no longer exists, though in my dream, there is also a vague composite association with a classmate from the 1970s and who is also on my friend’s list.

In actuality, the poster is fictitious and not realistically based on a real person on my friend’s list. His username in my dream is “beasts” (written exactly as such in lowercase and plural for some reason), which I see written clearly several times (even though print is most often not consistent in the dream state). There is a vague association with a real poster by a different name, but he has never been confrontational in this way.

By the end of my dream, it continues to follow the same typical association with computer technology being rendered on paper, yet somehow working with the Internet. I flip through the pages of my spiral notebook, looking at other instances of when he made comments on other people’s posts, and which the paper somehow “refreshes” the comments without my dream self discerning the impossible erroneous association. It also has the usual “activation” by sweeping or pressing my finger on the page as if on an iPhone.

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This is the usual thinking skills correlation as waking process autosymbolism. I even had a carryover to my dream of the next day (“Pet Brontosaurus and Fake Mad Magazine?”), where my subconscious self perceives a Mad Magazine as fake, which, because it is the dream state, is indeed “fake” when compared with the consistent validity of waking life. The influence may also come from the rough association with a real poster calling Facebook “Fakebook”.

Curiously enough, I was, as is often the case, vaguely aware while in my dream of the RAS factor and its personification as the otherwise fictitious Facebook user “beasts” (as the RAS function is often also rendered as a wild animal depending on the dream, its core form being a snake). Somehow though, this unusual type of synaptic gating did not entail lucidity of any kind. In dreams, I am often aware of the presence of RAS or the preconscious (and even the meaning of a dream’s autosymbolism while still in the dream, as distinct from hypnopompic disclosure) and it almost always has the same mood and essence as in early childhood. Yet curiously, this is often not enough to trigger in-dream awareness of the dreaming status itself (though does sometimes serve as such).

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Morning of May 17, 2018. Thursday.



My non-lucid dream self becomes aware of being in a new variation of the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house (where I have not been since 1978) rather than our own present bedroom. As is most often the case, it is perceived as part of our present home. I am aware of being married and having a family as in real life (even though my family has never been to America). They mostly appear as they do now in reality. My youngest son is the one I am most aware of in this case.

Near the center of the room is a living brontosaurus. It is small; only about three feet long. Our kitten from real life is near it. I eventually notice that the brontosaurus has short fur (which I vividly feel as I pet it), which puzzles me somewhat. I start to consider that it may grow too big to keep as a pet and I wonder what will happen to it or what we will do. This also puzzles me but I think about how it may be genetically engineered and so may not get as big as it would otherwise. I pet it for several minutes as it lies on its left side on the floor.

Something scares it, possibly the kitten, and it gets up and runs to the north side of the room. It hides under a bookshelf (one of the tall cheap plastic ones that have a space underneath, though in reality, there would not be enough space for a small animal). I reach for it but cannot quite get to it at first. I do eventually, and pull it out to calm it.

Later, I notice it is bigger, about the size of a young person. It looks very different and is walking around on its back legs and is wearing clothes. There are a few unknown people in the room, mostly around twelve years old. The brontosaurus looks just like a person at times. I consider how he is able to pull his head down so that his neck is no longer than that of a normal person. He talks at times. A girl calls him a “funny looking person” and the brontosaurus says, “I’m not a person”.

My youngest son has about five Mad Magazines, which I had not seen before. They may be recent issues. “Are these from the library?” I ask. Apparently, they are ours. I sit on the middle of the couch on the south side of the room. My son is to my right. My memory of our brontosaurus pet and its transformation is no longer present. I look at the cover of one issue and it is a painting of Alfred E. Newman’s head. Looking more closely, I see that the painted image has a very strange texture, like woven wicker. The paper itself seems to also hold this pattern. I decide that this means it may be counterfeit. “This looks like it might be a fake,” I say.

I look through the issue and see that from about halfway through the pages, the texture of the page seems normal. I notice a four-panel black-and-white Don Martin gag, featuring a man and woman walking around in a city, though I do not read it. I look at several other pages without really attempting to read anything. I decide that the unusual nature of the cover and first pages may mean that it was only a misprint.

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This dreaming and waking process is more specific to the last dream of a sleep cycle and it even begins in a thread that already establishes the subliminal awareness of being asleep (bedroom setting). The final scene renders very common autosymbolism that establishes an association with thinking skills correlation, a required precursor for actual reading. This is because the subconscious self cannot perform viably due to its dynamic nature and illusory nature of the dream state. (Writing or print in non-lucid dreams often changes when reading it again and it is often random gibberish. Temporality and discernment cannot be sustained in an illusory state of unconsciousness). This is used in the waking process quite often, several times a week for over fifty years in my case, though it is not as common as autosymbolism for vestibular system correlation.

Note how the brontosaurus, as an animal and illusory pet, hid under the bookshelf, which contained books. After this scene, coming out from under the bookshelf, it became more like a “person”, as human consciousness is required to read with viable discernment in waking life. This is the autosymbolic nature of the waking process that correlates to the last part of my dream, that is, being less of an illusion by way of initiating waking consciousness for reading and thinking skills, which the subconscious (analogous to a “primitive brontosaurus”) does not have. The analogy is duplicated by first perceiving the magazine as “fake”, which it is, as it exists only in the dream. Thus, it cannot be fully read and discerned (and it is even a composite of sorts, as it has the texture of our wicker bookshelf from real life), though from here, thinking skills correlation kicks in and I slowly wake. My son is on my right, the usual waking autosymbolism orientation, as I sleep on my left side (and left-side orientation would naturally imply the return to deeper sleep).

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Date of Dream: THU 17 MAY - 2018



Dream No. 334 - Stubborn Dream Laws

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in the suburb of Endeavour Hills. My mum and I were driving to the shopping centre but all of a sudden, the car stopped and wouldn't work anymore. I got out of the car and started pushing it along the road but as I did so, a massive amount of traffic was coming at me. There was this small dirt path at the side of the road that I decided to go down instead. It was an interesting sight because this path actually took me through a lot of nature and there was a big playground along the way though. I eventually reached the shops though.

The next scene also took place at Endeavour Hills but it was taking place as a sub-scene. There was this holographic board in the sky like a selection roster for a custom Super Smash Bros. Tournament. After I looked through all the characters, I found out that Murray wasn't there. I decided that I wanted to replace Wario because he had this smug look on his face like he would cause some trouble towards me. There was a problem though; each time I placed Murray on, Wario would come back, Murray would be removed and Wario would laugh.

Eventually, I worked out what was wrong. I actually clicked on Murray's icon which was in a separate area and it something like that I had to customise it. I opened the customisation menu and a few options came up; all the options made Murray look really distorted though. I picked one and he was finally, permanently placed on the roster. I discovered that Sly was already on the roster but now there was an extra spare spot, so I thought I'd go and put Bentley on as well. In the dream, Bentley's image wasn't too distorted. The only change with him was that he had a big black moustache in the shape of Ned Flanders from The Simpsons.

Later on, my mum and I were back at our current house. I looked down at my phone and saw that Murray had left me a message, his ID picture was of his Sly 4 appearance. He said something like “Thanks to you and your mom for rescuing me earlier”. Note how he used the American spelling in his message and that he not only thanked me, but my mum as well. That's all I can remember about that scene.

In the next scene, I was at a version of my TAFE that looked absolutely nothing like it does in real life. My friend JS was one of the big grassed areas with her teacher aid MK and they were playing a game of mini cricket. I then walked passed one of the classrooms and saw SHig teaching a class. I forgot what else happened in that scene.

I then left that Chisholm campus and moved to another one to suggest that I was now due to start my bachelors degree in accounting. The first thing I thought to myself was “oh no, there'll be nothing but lifts”. I went to examine the back of the building and I was pleasantly surprised, there were two staircases glued to the outside of it. I then went into the building and saw that there was not only lifts but a ramp as well.

One of the staff came up to me and greeted me; a middle aged lady with medium length, bleached blonde hair. We ended up in the bathrooms, on the way to the classrooms and there were these three boys in there. I could tell that they were causing some trouble as they were standing on the lower step and the lady was on the higher step, yelling at all four of us. But I stepped up to the same level as her and innocently smiled at her. She then said to the boys that they should follow the example of the “lovely young lady”.

The lady then walked all of us towards the classroom and I eventually was stopped by a sight. Taking a lift was compulsory to get to this classroom. Just as the lady was about to open it, I hesitated and then said, “please wait while I try and do something. I promise I'll be quick”. I then looked around carefully and said something like, “Dreamy WB or Murray, could one of you please come and take me in the lift?”. Neither of them responded.

I became scared and vulnerable and said to the lady, “Sorry but I can't attend classes today”. I then left and walked out the building the way I came in. That's all I can remember about this dream.




Dream Tasks
- Re-stabilize in-dream performance from Dreamy WB; she hasn't been appearing lately (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? No)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)
- Get the bottom of the cause of dream guide hindrance (Achieved? No)



Dream 334: Results (Competition #3)
Competition Night: 16
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 2.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Help Someone In Need (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 98.5
Total Accumulated Points: 100.5



My dreams are giving me a run for my money at the moment. No matter how hard I try, the stupid dream won't let me have access to any dream guide! It's time I wrote a letter to the Awareness Behind The Dream again and got to the bottom of whatever's going on. At first, I thought it was just tricks on Dreamy WB but now it's Murray as well? That's just poor... And he's even just barely joined the dream guide team!

Well, I think I was asleep by 830 or 9. And then I must have woke up at 1245 or 1. So that's 4 hours of sleep. But now its 1:44 AM and I couldn't sleep. I tried 2 body scans.

My only dream I remembered from that time was something with text, on a forum, about how to deal with my anger towards smokers. And something at a location of the trail I was at yesterday.

So I got up and I'll do some reading/writing until I get tired...

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Okay now its 3:35 AM. Wow, I sure had alot of energy. Spent like 2 hrs doing my different work online. I was very productive and I guess I just had alotta energy. But now I feel sleepy and gonna lay down...

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Its 4:08. I tried listening to Eckhart Tolle to help me fall asleep. after ~20 mins I just knew it wasn't happening. IDK What's going on with me. Up again.

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Now its 3:40 PM. (Not AM) I napped from like 1:30 PM to maybe 2:15 then nap again until maybe 3:30.

I surprisingly woke up from a dream and remembered it, which is rare during the day. There was a scene in the beginning with a convertible car, and 2 parents? Maybe the parents asking me if what I was doing was really good for me.

I tried and tried to remember it, but couldn't. I think I remember a female dream figure and some vine thing.

I remember a bit later of a part with trying to play a video game. One character had a spoon with a picture of Bowser on the inner-part of the spoon, with horns. He put it over his face. It was meant to be a mask and/or a trophy.

He was going down the stairs side ways, and had got half way down. Playing Super Mario 64 on Youtube and had got 164 stars. He was considering going back up the stairs before going all the way down. Concern about symmetrical leg usage.

I woke up and recalled that. I am still going over it in my mind but the rest is just on the tip of my tongue. But there comes a time when I'm like, okay. If I was gonna remember it, it would have come to me by now. Time to give up.

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Quite a few things to note, including two LDs. The rest are mostly scraps, though.

Scrap Group 1
Various WBTBs between each dream.

False awakening in bed. The sound of the back door opening spooked me. I'd fears of intruders breaking in, maybe crooks, or even of horror movie villains. A large figure then creeped in bed. Luckily, this was a friendly female spectre. Still, she did take the time to play tricks on me.

Something about me and my brother Michael talking about Killer Instinct.

At home. My niece and nephew were there, only now, their hair was an unusual orange. Made the poor guess that they must've been out in the sun too long. Their cousin, Leo, was also visiting. Michael took charge of them all. Later on, Leo fell on the floor, hollering in pain from a twisted arm. Michael lifted him up, and placed him in the nearest bed. Meanwhile, I gathered towels so as to fill them with ice for the kid's injury.

Dream 1 - Magical May Dreaming Competition 2018 - Day 15 - Part 1

The visuals were dim and blurred. False awakening in bed at night. I overheard dad making a commotion in the kitchen/living room. Very concerning, but also suspicious, given the time frame. Thus, I figured the dream out. I didn't roll off like usual. Instead, I 'projected' another body, sending it from out the bed and to the front door. I could see and feel through both forms, half from my left, and the other half from my right, but this quickly got disconcerting. So, I rubbed hands, until I was completely anchored to the 'dream body'. Next, I tried phasing through the door, but something kept repelling me. I resorted to go through it by jumping backwards, which worked perfectly.

Outside under a cloudy night sky. I launched myself up high and towards the eastern horizon. Dawn light slowly emerged, and with it, a vastly more vivid sight. Concurrently, I could hear Silent Forest Zone Act 1 from Sonic Lost World sounding in the background. The music might've explain my encountering a broadleaf forest below. I land on a clearing to ponder for a bit. Out of spontaneity, I conjured Eddie from the shadows. He had this big, goofy smile on his face, more a caricature of his normal self (well, as normal as an amorphous, shark-looking shadow beast would be). Actually, as I looked around, the environment had a more whimsical, cartoony appearance, huge leaves spinning all around me in the background. Anyway, I shouted orders at Eddie, commanding him to become a buzzsaw, then a drill. Looked kinda weird to see this frontward rather than side-to-side as in the usual games. I then took off again on my own.

Later on, I arrived at a prairie, the sun fully risen, and the visuals realistic again. I soon landed by a dated shopping center, approaching from the back of the stores. Remembering the contest, I called out to various DV members, including KarlaB18 (though I initially mistakenly called her KarlaB12, and at times, Carlie). When no one showed up, I started shouting their names in feigned outrage. In hindsight, probably didn't help. There were some passerby's near a bar, many of those folk of college age, though I couldn't distinguish anyone by sight (and didn't think ask). I then tried the chocolate cake TOTM. I tried summoning a piece of chocolate cake. Darkness swirled around my hand, but failed to solidify. Things destabilized, and I woke up.

Dream 2 - Magical May Dreaming Competition 2018 - Day 15 - Part 2


Scene 1 - Realized The Mix Up a Bit Too Late
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was working in my old job at the gas station (again?). A former co-worker, Rita, was there as well. While in the registers, a tall balding guy said he had trouble with pump 17. This threw me off a bit, as there was no such numbered pump. Then, out of nowhere, an enormous queue formed before me. Furthermore, the orders between Rita and I had somehow got jumbled up. While trying to sort this mess, I got lucid... if only for a few seconds before the dream collapsed. DEILD back in.

Scene 2 - Warp Blast of Disapproval
Similar visuals. I was at home, upstairs. Got aware once I remembered being in bed. I overheard my in the nearby room speaking with mom, the two talking a lot of smack about me for whatever reason. I tried just concentrating on other things, but they got obnoxiously loud. So, I fired a ki-blast at their direction, a warning shot aimed towards the ceiling there. Somehow, I got warped in that very location. I slid down to the floor of the oddly empty room. Got lost in thought. Things destabilized, and the dream collapsed for good.

I'm in my front yard with my neighbors. The idea is that the girl from stranger things (millie) is going to be at some conference and I want to go see her.

Later on in the dream I'm on this tropical island in a giant field. There's a massive volcano in the background. There's a woman speaking out loud about giving birth. I find myself walking under this wooden tower. All around me are naked women laying down in different sections, almost like pods or maybe parts of the grass that are shaved down to rectangles absent of grass for the women to lay in. It was strange because none of the women looked pregnant, but instead were sunbathing. I was tempted to look at their bodies but at the same time was trying not to look. The volcano in the background exploded and huge portions of lava were raining down onto the field. I thought that everyone was going to die and this was the end. I walked down a hill close to a darker spot that opened up. There was a girl there that was bending below me. It felt like I was having sex with her but it didn't seem to work.

Date of Dream: WED 16 MAY - 2018



Dream No. 333 - Parking Difficulties

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in my local area but I forgot specifically what I was doing. There was building next to the primary school that doesn't exist in real life and it contained a cinema in there. JS and her mum were there but I forgot what we were talking about; I think I was following them around the car-park.

Then I actually went into the primary school area and I had some classes but I forgot what they were about. Out in the school yard, I catch sight of my year 12 maths teacher Ms McM; she looks angry but it's not directed at me. There is this little girl there and Ms McM starts chasing her furiously around the school, literally running after her and the girl is squealing and begging for dear life.

I was feeling down about something, so I decided I wanted to take a walk on the nature track near the creek but the sky was a really dark grey and I could sense the bad weather coming. When I was about to descend down the hill to the track, I asked “Dreamy WB, is there anything you can do in regards to the bad weather?”. What happened next was the worst. All these bright psychedelic colours appeared in the sky and there was a heavy growling sound to go with it... The dream had corrupted Dreamy WB. This made me scared for my life. I ran for my house, screaming like a little kid.

When I was in the driveway, I found myself in my mum's car, heading into the garage. No matter what I did and how careful I was, the dream would never let me centre the car into the garage to park properly. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Tasks
- Re-stabilize in-dream performance from Dreamy WB; she hasn't been appearing lately (Achieved? Partially)
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)
- Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? No)
- Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No)



Dream 333: Results (Competition #3)
Competition Night: 15
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: 97.5
Total Accumulated Points: 98.5

Morning of May 16, 2018. Wednesday.



I become aware of sitting on a couch in an unfamiliar office. From my left, two unfamiliar men had been talking to me, one at a desk (facing the same direction as I am, toward the opposite wall), the other standing farther back and facing me. There is also a door to my left, between me and the desk. Apparently, I am present to take on a new job in their factory. A special agency had apparently sent me here, though there is no definite backstory. I am to serve as a foreman. There is an extraordinarily vivid and focused awareness of being in the room, though I consider that I may have fallen asleep briefly as they were talking, but they do not seem to notice. I remain relaxed and confident as they speak. There are no threads of my conscious self identity present at all even though I feel like myself. Only one thread of my conscious self identity is present in the last scene.

The man who was standing walks over to a large bookshelf (against a wall perpendicular to the couch I am on and also to my left) and picks up, from the middle shelf, a large leather satchel or what resembles an oversized purse, though it may be implied to be an oversized backpack. They will be producing this item as I am working for them. The man demonstrates how the zipper opens and closes over the top. It does not seem finished. In fact, there seem to be parts of the device that was used to make it still attached to each side.

I decide to speak, to give them the impression I am attentive. “Is this item made manually,” I ask, “or is it set up on a machine?” I lift my arms up in front of me and make motions as if I am pulling a lever with each hand simultaneously. The male who is standing says something about machines, but is not clear on the answer. My dream self is not aware that the couch I am sitting on had suddenly rotated (with no feeling of movement) ninety degrees to the left so that it now faces the right side of the desk.

The man at the desk is looking over some documents. “You will only be watching each employee to make sure they are doing their work,” he says. He continues very seriously, “You are their master, and they are your slaves.” I find his statement slightly puzzling, but I do not say anything. It sounds like easy work, just watching someone else. I try to recall the agency that sent me, but I cannot think of the backstory of this scenario.

Soon, I am in a different room without putting much thought into it or even having gotten up at any point. The two men are still present, but one is facing me while sitting at a large table and the other is sitting on a kitchen counter. I still seem to be sitting on the “same” couch. The man on the counter is holding a mat of the type made from recycled tires, a product of a factory I first worked at when I was eighteen years old. It is not implied to be a product they will be making. In fact, it is missing much of its right side (my right) when held up vertically by the man. I tell them this and describe the manufacturing process to them. I again make motions with my hands and describe how it is put together. “They start by slicing the tires into strips,” I say, “and then they put the spacers between the strips. Mostly all there is on that side are the metal rods holding it together.” I then describe how the metal rods are bent on a worktable. My dream eventually fades during this scene.

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Again, the only thread of valid conscious self identity is in the last scene, though that is a very old thread from about forty years ago and even so, rendered into an otherwise fictitious scenario. I continue to find it interesting how many non-lucid dreams have no associations with current waking life at all and I always remain baffled as to why so many people believe in waking-life-related “interpretation” above any real attempt to understand the dream state. In this case, even the autosymbolic nature of the dream state does not seem fully active other than the usual preconscious factor and the implied thinking skills correlation to initiate waking life consciousness. In addition to getting me to focus on thinking processes, my dream self’s status is seen by how the mat is incomplete on its right side, as waking autosymbolism is oriented to the right. It implies, while in my dream, that my bed is solid underneath me on my left side (analogous to a mat one steps upon). Thus, the essence and imagery of this final dream feature is more “solid” on my left, while waking reality, the openness to my real environment (right side), is causing my dream to render this fact with biological environmentally-based autosymbolism (my dream self’s awareness of my real environment is incomplete in this scene, thus that side of the mat is incomplete). This type of autosymbolism has been rendered in virtually countless previous dreams.

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2018, 05-15

The Dark Tower – Blaine is a Pain

I am in a green meadow near a stream. There is a deer here, she is drinking from the stream. I see there is a monorail track not far away. Then I know what is about to happen. I see the light from Blaine the Mono speeding along the track so I teleport over to the deer and form a shield around us. Blaine speeds past in a blur, stirring up a lot of debris in his wake. The sonic boom that comes after he passes is almost deafening. The deer I am protecting is scared but unharmed so I release her and she runs off. But I’m supposed to be on Blaine! I run parallel to the track and then jump up and fly. I focus energy into it and fly like the characters on Dragonball Z, speeding along the track to catch up with Blaine. I fly right next to Blaine for a bit, matching his speed but unsure of how to get in. I finally figure I should just phase through the wall of Blaine, so I try to focus on that… I manage to phase through the wall and then I make a spectacularly unimpressive crash into what looks like a piano, coming to a stop with a loud BRANG noise.

My sudden arrival has surprised everyone on the train except for MoSh, who is just looking over at me. Everyone else is wanting to know how I was flying, how was I flying as fast as Blaine, how did I get inside from out there. Blaine says I am rude for coming in uninvited. He also says I am rude for collecting all the toxic gas back in Ludd. I tell him I wasn’t being rude, I was simply solving his riddle… figuring a way to stop the toxic gas and still get on board to be with my friends. I never meant it to be rude. Good riddle, by the way. I was barely able to solve it. Blaine seems to accept my treating the situation as a riddle and is more than happy to take credit and praise for setting the riddle up. So having appeased Blaine for my unexpected arrival the riddling continues.

Roland is telling riddles one after another, and Blaine is answering each of them instantly, with no hesitation. Susanna and Jake seem to find that very disheartening, but Eddie looks like he has zoned off into another dimension. This appears to have annoyed Susanna, who looks like she’s about to bring Eddie back with an elbow to the ribs but thinks better of it when Roland shakes his head slightly while looking at her. MoSh says he has some riddles he could contribute. I know some, too. I can’t remember specific riddles, just that Roland, MoSh, and I took turns giving out riddles for a while but we weren’t having any luck in stumping Blaine. I am thinking Blaine is cheating with his vast databanks, maybe I should hack in and break the connection and see how many riddles he can solve then… Blaine says we are almost out of time, we are almost to the end of the line.

But now Eddie seems to be coming back to us and it looks like he is about to crack up laughing. He starts telling his silly joke / riddles, and that is clearly pissing Blaine off. He tells a dead baby joke, I’m not even sure if that really qualifies as a riddle since logic gets nowhere with it… but Blaine takes it as a riddle and refuses to answer. Roland says if Blaine is going to cry off then we win and he has to keep his promise. He gets mad and sounds like he’s having a tantrum more appropriate to a spoiled 3 year old. MoSh adds in a couple nonsensical riddles, and Eddie adds another… and now the only response from Blaine is a bunch of nonsensical sounds, quote fragments, and random words that make no sense at all. My next response is, “Cool… you broke his brain!” The entire system crashes, the lights go out, the engines shut down. But we might still crash. I tell everyone to gather around me and I’ll make a shield to protect us all. I form a force field around us, Roland is apologizing to Eddie, and then we crash. Once we’re stopped an emergency escape hatch in the ceiling pops open. Roland is asking if everyone is ok. I lower the force field but then I wake up.

Created Tuesday 15 May 2018

Just a a dream today. I did get several near-LD transitions, but dropped the ball each time...

Dream 1 - Dog and Paper Ploy

Scene 1 - Diligence and Fatigue
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in a highschool classroom as a student, a science course, I believe. While the lessons were being set up, the others diligently finished up homework from their other classes. Figured this was expected of every students there. I woulda done the same, but felt too fatigued to get anything done. Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Dog Rick
Similar visuals. Spectator mode. I was watching Rick and Morty. The title characters were at their home's lounge. Only, Rick had turned himself into a small dog, just for the heck of it. His grandson was upset, certain this was just a ploy from Rick to avoid certain responsibilities again. Through some mishap, Morty fell on his head, and went unconscious. Rick desperately looked for a way to his lab/garage, but his current form kept him from going there. Somehow, he made it outside. Dog Rick called out for help, but (for whatever reason) Morty was the only person that could understand him. Just then, a large, vicious dog jumped in, and chased after him. Warp

Scene 3 - Paper-Thin Disguise
The visuals were clearer. I was at my old job at the gas station. But now, I had the form of a small piece of paper, a receipt, maybe. Although I could speak freely, I otherwise had limited mobility. Through unknown, incredible means, I'd previously set up a disguise, a mannequin, which I controlled through a system of pulleys. This ruse allowed me to at least man the registers without suspicion.

One unfortunate breeze was all it took to put in an end to all of that. I was now on the floor, almost completely helpless. Soon, a few former co-workers passed by, of whom I could identify Chloe, Edie, and Saul. Despite the predicament, I initially thought it too embarrassing to call out for help, unreasonably presuming they'd mock me for my state. Eventually, I did do just that, if reluctantly. Edie was the first to notice, and as should've been expected, she was quite shocked. I asked her to place me back onto that mannequin machine I'd set up. She was far more concerned about my safety, but after some convincing, she complied.

Later on, I got a call from the fire department. The man on the other line had numerous questions about the security system in the building. This made me quite suspicious. I claimed most of his queries involved access to the office, which I didn't have at the moment, but that didn't seem to concern him. In an instant, Brigid, my former boss in that place, showed up to buy something. Given her bewildered look, she seemed to have seen past my disguise. Whatever the case, I handed the phone over to her, let her deal with that.

Woke up soon after.

I'm following dunkey around in some sort of imagination. We're on the coast of what he says is Wisconsin. It seems old and dusty. There's an old shack up on a hill overlooking blue water and forest coastlines in the distance. In the building I'm with someone trying to figure out a password. He asks the owner over text if there's a password for searching and he gives him that which then works for the password to get into the computer. Dunkey eventually gets into his Facebook to which it shows 11,111 notifications. He's laughing and says "is that a good thing" sarcastically. We're also in an RV thing at some point. It seems like there's a driver and then three of us in the back. Everyone wants to masturbate but the logistics aren't working out, I think someone went in the back room but then the other guy and I just sat there on our phones.

There was a dream about the CPA that was stressful. I was talking with people around me who all said that they had already taken and pass all of the CPA tests. I got stressed and felt behind so I went and sat down to start studying. There was a smiling guy on the screen that was saying that he was going to teach us how to pass. I was writing notes but I could see my mom walking around near me wondering what I was doing.

The dream scene is at JMU's showker building. I'm sitting in an accounting class that is taking forever. The class finally ends and I leave but then come back to grab a mountain dew bottle. Turns out there's several and I'm knocking some down as the professor is talking to another person. We leave and someone tells me we still have one more class and I'm so sad because I'm very tired. It's some sort of english class. We walk downstairs and in the hallway is a bunch of people carrying krispy kreme donuts. I ask Zac e for one and he tells me I can take one so I do and then say "Zac you're the best" but in a very weird way. I walked away thinking maybe it didn't sound very genuine. I go into a classroom and my classmates from UVA are there with me. I'm looking for a seat and then find one next to Korri but then Sydney takes my spot. I'm not too mad but I remember my spot was now going to be very far away. I walk outside into the hallway and into a bathroom. There are three older women talking and they see me. They ask why I'm wearing a rainbow bandana. I take a look in the mirror and I realize I'm wearing my colorful bandana so I look to one of the women and say "It's like a festival thing." I notice the bandana is really messed up and I attempt to fix it but it doesn't work so I take it off. I see in the mirror my shirt is checkered red and black while my hair is pretty messed up. I try to fix my hair on my way back to the classroom.

I walk back in and Korri says that I can sit with her now. The classroom had stairs that went down into a locker area. I'm not with a bunch of dudes like a football team going to take showers, but there's also girls down there with us. Guys are making funny jokes around me. This one dude was beat boxing in a deep voice. I transfer my clothes from one locker into another closer to a shower. The shower is a weird metal contraption that opens up and sprays down onto four different people. Before that only 2 people at a time were taking showers so I was pretty surprised by this and said out loud that more people could be taking showers. I look around and it looks like most of the guys are gone and now the girls have come to shower. Bahar was down there but I was looking away. The guy doing the beat boxing looks at the girls and says something that was supposed to be funny but was just creepy. I look away cringing.

I'm on a hill with a teammate in a fortnite style situation. There are several teams running around shooting rockets at each other.

I'm floating around in first person vision on this landscape with a forest in the background and other things in the distance. The vision is turning as I'm flexing a body part in my body but I don't have a lot of control. Someone is asking Terence McKenna a question about an organization asking for him to build them a "Franken-Cannon." He also talks about some other important thing before but I can't remember what it was. I thought I was going to go lucid but never really became fully aware.

Pig farm
Lol so this one was really interesting. No clue where it came from.

So I'm something like an intern on a pig farm. The farm is small, privately owned. Something like a micro farm (like beer micro brewery). I'm suppose to learn how to do everything around the farm. So I'm following the old owner. Guy doesn't say much, so I have to keep asking him question. Even then he doesn't tell me much, and I don't even know what questions to ask, since this topic is so new to me.

We start to gather items into a container. I think it will be the food for the pigs. There is some dry stuff, like ground up grains. Then he cuts a piece off of a slab, which is laying on a pile of slabs looking like 3 feet long polished semi precious stones called agate. Blueish greenish in color, oval, with a ring of unpolished stone. I wasn't really sure what we are doing and I was a bit uncomfortable.

Then we were taking it to the pigs. I'm walking by this large room made of wood, looking like an old barn. But it was modern. Pigs were standing in their own enclosures. I noticed they can't really move around, just stand there. But I also saw all the nice people taking care of them, much better than at other farms. It was a mixed feeling.

The owner is taking the food on some golf cart type of a vehicle. I'm not sure if he wants me to sit next to him, so I'm just following the cart. He gets into an industrial size elevator, and some other people get in as well. As I'm getting close, the doors close and I'm left behind.

But somehow I'm on the elevator. It has an open side and I can see outside. It's very nice.

At the end of the day, many members of the family gather and they are telling me that I didn't do too well. I'm like if you wanted me to learn, you should have been telling me stuff. There was also a room where kids were holding tiny pigglets and were petting them and playing with them. That was so cute.

Future Chicago
I'm on an elevated train. Looking outside at the city. A woman who is escorting me is telling me about it. I ask for the name, and she says it's Chicago. She points out some buildings and structures from the "Old Chicago", (like that fountain from Married with Children show and one tall building I recognize as well). But they seem small compared with lots of other new buildings. I know I'm in future.