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I had some interesting dreams so far. (Currently its 3:08 A M and I couldn’t get back to sleep.)

First I remember dreaming of something with people from high school or college, vaguely. Something with a grocery store even comes to mind but its just teasing me! Not going to fully reveal itself.

Then, I was in a public bathroom stall. (M) was in the bathroom stall next to me. His leg kept coming under the bathroom stall and touching me. I was like, “Please keep your leg inside your bathroom stall.” Then there was only one toilet and we were sharing it. Other people were in the bathroom stall too.



It was full of used toilet paper, up to the top. I was embarrassed because a female I liked was there.  I said to him that he should flush all of that before it gets stuck. He flushed it and it was fine.

Then I was waiting tables at a restaurant. My Nana wanted a chicken nugget sandwich.



I was handing them out but biting off the ends first. They weren’t really on the menu. People had to specifically ask for them.

Next thing I remember, I was in my Nana’s kitchen. Aunt (B) may have been trying to type something into a tablet on my chest. I felt like I was becoming a video game character in the kitchen.

At some point there was something about building a Pokémon team. I had an Ice type in the third or fourth slot. I forgot the other types but they were all types with good resistance.



Still, opponent Pokémon in the game were a higher level, so I wanted to level up before any battling. I was imagining a Gyarados doing over half my HP even with a not very effective move (something like that).

Then it was like a mix of Pokémon and Zelda. I chose a starter. Then another character left and I became Link. I was stuck in the water.



I remember clearly hearing one of the songs from Zelda video game. I was like, ‘wait, this isn’t a Zelda game. How did they get this music?’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkH2zETKqws

But my character became Link like I said, struggling in the water. But then my starter (I think a blue one) came to me, trailing a blue line behind it.

The starter pulled me out of the water. I rotated between a mix of characters. I think I was seeing a red one with antennae have to jump over a ravine of water.



Then I was a green one and running. I got to a fork in the path. It was like running through a canyon.



I chose to go to the right but left seemed like the safer way. Sure enough the T Rex things caught up to me. I remember seeing their shadows overtake me as I ran. But some ran right by me.



Then one did get up close to my face. Only instead of eating me, this other spirit entity came to my face.



I tried to draw that as best I could. It was tricky to actually draw. But there was talk or understanding that they wanted to harvest my physical matter and my energy for some project.



It showed a robot hanging in space. They were building it for some purpose and it was almost done. It had hips like Inferno from Beast Wars. All I could see were its legs hanging there, at first.



Then it became Optimal Optimus, kneeling. I felt like the thing had been created but it decided to not do any harm. So the kneeling meant it was surrendering.

Then I re appeared in the video game. I witnessed other characters telling the woman that my green starter and I had been caught by the “antagonist”. She easily revived us and we were okay. 

Then it kind of jumped to where my Uncle (C) was looking up some things on the computer. Something about an hour.

Then it showed a live stream called “Just This”. It was a Lucid Dreaming live stream with a woman. She sat on her bed to give the live stream. She gave a list of benefits to Lucid Dreaming. One was “Help Small Children”.

Then there was something about fasting or some kind of powers. I remember I, along with some other people, was being spoken of as one of the “top in the nation” with this power. Maybe something to do with fasting. I started to feel like I didn’t want to be public about it. I drank one of my waters and went to find my other.

I was near this patch of dirt. I started to go pee on it. I woke up really thinking I had peed in my bed. Luckily, I didn’t!!! 

If I had wet the bed, I mean all I would do is just clean the bedding and the mattress. So its not the end of the world. I guess it would cost me some sleep. But it could happen to anyone and so I just want to prepare myself not to flip out or be mean to myself about it if it does.

That was it! I woke up from those, and had a decent recall. I must have slept from about 9 to 1 or 2. Since then I haven’t got back to sleep. Maybe I will get back to sleep in an hour or two.



Well I fell back asleep probably around 5 and slept until maybe 7 with little micro awakenings. I dreamed about my Brita filter in the kitchen. And of being at a meeting I hadn’t been to in a while, noticing two people in particular, who I hadn’t seen in a while.

Then I had a Dream Induced Lucid Dream where I was falling backwards onto the floor in my old house’s bedroom. I looked up and saw some shaped on the ceiling. I became lucid as I fell and confirmed it when I landed with no pain. Then I woke up momentarily.

[img of mattress and pillow]

In my next dream there was a mattress and a pillow. I interacted with a guy in the dream. Something about moving a pillow. I was lucid in this dream.

Then there was a younger girl and I guess her mom. I helped the girl with her home work. Then I talked to her Mom. It was a meaningful conversation but I couldn’t remember the details. I remember looking at her eyes though.


(It was closest to the middle one on the bottom row)

They were a greyish color but hard to name the color exactly. Very vivid. Eventually I woke up from that.

I woke up in my old house’s bedroom in a false awakening. Tried to write my dream. South Park was playing really loud on a monitor behind me.



I tried to turn it off. But wasn’t really able to. I think I might have thought it was a dream momentarily but didn’t get lucid.

My computer fell behind my desk. All I wanted to do was write down some brief notes about my dream, before I forgot it. Windows acted funny when I picked it back up. All the windows were different. I worried that dropping it had broken it. I was glad I backed up my computer at the start of the month. (I really did back up my files in waking life)

There was an air conditioner in the window. (I had been thinking of putting in my AC in waking life) so I was like, cool. I guess it never got taken out.



I had a little micro awakening. Then I dreamed of appearing some where my friend was setting up cafeteria tables, for a party. She was like, “Are you here to help?” And I figured I was because I couldn’t explain it otherwise.



I dreamed something about a heavy metal band. I remember the image of the neck of a guitar.

Then I got up. I was kind of sad when I had another insomnia happen.  But I had more peace of mind anyway. I got up and did an hour or two of stuff on the computer that I was going to have to do that day. I mean this was when I just knew I wasn’t going to sleep. I try not to give up on sleep prematurely, but sometimes, I can feel I have too much energy to sleep.

It is grey with much cloudy weather, I go outside and begin to run to no where. I then see a bear with a yellow shirt and yellow shoes. I then decide to run the opposite direction of it as I knew it would try to eat me. I became lucid at this point and look back to notice it has a ridiculous run about it. I don't understand how a bear could run like that but I made it in to this van and took cover for a few moments.

Before making my way to the old house I use to live in. I closed the door and recalled that in previous dreams like this, the door would never close all the way even when I would shut it. I look back and could see the door was still open. I slammed it in and gave a huge relief. I then woke myself.

Date of Dream: WED 2 MAY - 2018



Dream No. 319 - Separated Sections

Dream 319 A - The Paris Rats
This dream wasn't too vivid. From what I can remember, I was walking around this complex full of huge sheds. It's when I was inside them thought that they looked more like the interior of old houses or a garage with house furniture in it. As I was walking through them, I managed to catch sight of WB in the distance who looked really angry towards me. There were some similarly aged family friends with her who were giving me all these piercing glares as well. As much as I sighed at their snarky attitudes and ignorance for who I really am, I walked out of there and the dream moved to the next scene.

I was walking around some unknown outdoor area but I could tell that it had just been raining. There was a huge puddle filled with muddy water, almost big enough to be a lake. Out of it jumped one of the rats from the Sly 2 Paris episode... An enlarged version of it with the exact same appearance and even clothing as in-game. The rat also had the exact same move-sets as in the game; I fought this rat by slapping it constantly and I won. I came across another puddle and it was a Sly 2 Paris frog; same deal, I slapped it up and won. And then the third time, it was another rat; slapped it and won. I forgot what happened for the remainder of the dream.

Dream 319 B - I Know Who You Are
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was looking through some Discord “stream-chat”; this website was a mix between Facebook, Instagram and Discord. On there, I saw a cartooned image of someone that was claiming to be SkipDip, who in real life is supposedly responsible for Logan's current ad struggles on YouTube. I sent a message to SkipDip and I said to him, “If you don't stop flagging Logan's YouTube videos, I will freeze all your assets and the only method of capital gains tax you'll have access to is the frozen indexation method”. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream Competition #3 (2018) - Housekeeping Details:

Dream Guides (Worth 10 points if lucidly summoned):
1. Dreamy WB/Miss T
2. Murray
3. Mario and/or Luigi

Emergency Team (Can act as dream guides but are only 5 points if lucidly summoned):
1. Sly
2. Bentley
3. Dreamy Logan (Probationary License)

Scoring Template...
Competition Night:
Lucid or Non-Lucid:
Dream Guide:
Emergency Team:
Eligible For Competition points:

Points Calculator...
Points For This Entry:
Calculation Details:
Total Accumulated Points:



Non-Lucid Fragment = 2 paragraphs or less (unless stated that the dream finished)
Full Non-Lucid = 3 paragraphs or more




Dream 319: Results (Competition #3)

319 A
Competition Night: 1
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

319 B
Competition Night: 1
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:
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: Nil
Total Accumulated Points: 1.0

Morning of May 2, 2018. Wednesday.



My dream begins with the very common circadian rhythm correlation of the “something wrong with the sun” factor.

In late afternoon, I am in a distortion of my Cubitis home, on the east side of the living room, though it is implied as our present home. I become aware that the sun is becoming too hot for life to continue on Earth. Thus, this is a typical “end of the world” theme (though these are rarely nightmarish for me in the way described by other people), which has occurred on a regular basis for over fifty years. I perceive much of the solar system as being oriented above and beyond the house to the east, with the implication there is no detail rendered elsewhere (such as beyond the other side of the world or to the west). This is surreal, as there are vestibular dynamics where I seem to “fall” into outer space in a dream within a dream and then shift back into my original dream’s setting without waking or with any perceived concurrent threat or concern other than the prospect of the sun eventually becoming too hot. It is as if my dream self is subliminally testing the autosymbolic (vestibular) design of my dream before deciding to continue (even though I am not viably lucid).

I am aware that the sun’s heat will be increasing exponentially, and that in a few hours it will be about 6,400 degrees (or 80^2). A number of unknown people are present. Some of the others talk about surviving for a few additional hours. Apparently, they believe they can live for an extra hour or two, or longer, by staying in a building with an air conditioner that remains on. We all go out to find a safer location.

There is a surreal scene where I am temporarily inside an upright hollow rectangular prism. Someone else is near the top looking down at me, as I am looking up from within it. There is some sort of ambiguous association with it being a vehicle. It seems nighttime at this point, but soon switches back to afternoon.

While in an unfamiliar building on the third floor, I watch equidistant soap bubbles float by outside. I realize that this means aliens are present (subliminally influenced by comic book story I had not thought of at all in years). I consider that the aliens are here to save humanity, even though I only see the spaceship briefly in a dream within a dream. Some of the others suggest that we need to go underground, though we remain on the first floor for a time.

My dream becomes more vivid and I am now in a distortion of the Loomis Street house, near the back door. A doll walks in from outside. It is about a foot high. It does not talk but makes clicking and humming noises as if to analyze a person’s status. A teddy bear also walks in as well as a stuffed elephant (with a floral print) walking on its back legs. They are all the same height.

In the final moments prior to waking, I consider that the friendly and helphful aliens are very shy, so they sent in these devices to make first contact and to study people for a time before taking the human race to another planet to ensure survival.

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The “alien” association is caused by the transient dream self not being correlated with the conscious self identity while in REM sleep (as the non-lucid dream self has neither viable contact with the unconscious, such as consistent memory of personal history, or the conscious self identity as in waking life, though most people do not have the ability to realize this at all, hence belief in nonsensical forms of “interpretation”). This is not quite as common as more mundane RAS correlation factors. This is resolved by the introduction of the dream state indicators, teddy bear (first-level dream state indicator) and doll (autosymbolism for the physical body being inactive in sleep - more specifically, my subliminal awareness of Zsuzsanna also being asleep). An elephant, the last “toy” to enter the room, is autosymbolism for the waking alert factor in this case, due to how it “trumpets” (initiating the return to waking consciousness). Once my fictitious dream self subliminally accepts the dream state indicators, RAS modulation begins the waking process. Additionally, this is also a form of doorway waking symbolism, as the “toys” walk in through the back door from outside. (There is no personified preconscious factor as the “toys” hold this role.)

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I visited the deep down this morning. I can’t renember the details, only the emotional residue. The deepdown feels like home, you know everyone, you are the perfect age . Sometimes people say they have a yearning to return to heaven they can’t quite explain. I believe the deep down is my heaven. I felt like if I was going to die, it is okay. I’m not afraid, I am just returning home. Where I am loved, where everyone knows me, it is a kind of neverland. The nights are always a shimmering summer haze, perfumed with the balmy scent of youth, crickets singing in the firkds under open starlight, lilac bushes in full bloom, fresh cut grass in shady corners of midnight lawns and the smell of anticipation and endless possibilities. My parents are young. My friends are young, I am who I am but I also return to being the primal part of who I was. I love my time in the deepdown.

I was walking down a dark corridor while carrying a very heavy cello, and vaguely suspicious, I reality checked. Consequently, I realized I had seven fingers, and was, therefore dreaming. The cello was encased in a white case, then sheathed in a dark blue bag, contrary to my usual instrument. Irritated from lumbering the cello across the corridor, I decided to shrink it to the size of my palm. With that obstacle dealt with, I proceeded to fly through the solemn left wall, to reveal an expansive and lush university campus.

I approached a vast green space obstructed by an antique white tent, seemingly unoccupied. Consequently, I summoned three miscellaneous dream figures, two men, and a woman. The leftmost person was male, and with greasy silver hair adorning his rodent-like expression, augmented by his unpleasant eyeglasses. The other man was situated next to him, except he was bald, and although his face was leaner, it possessed a sarcastic leer. Finally, the woman was of perhaps forty years with dark hair, except she had an unnaturally long face, seemingly exacerbated by compulsive usage of chewing gum. Although I was slightly disappointed by my audience, I proceeded to proclaim my abilities in the dream state. They did not believe me for an instant, and with indignation, I held my hands shoulder-length apart, evoked the element of air, and held it for around half a minute. During this period, I breathed the concentrated purity inwards. The experience was like drinking water, but with a fundamentally different taste, or the lack thereof.
The turbulence in the room had disturbed my audience somewhat, and they cowered with their arms over their eyes. Before long, I had breathed in all that was necessary. I exhaled.

The concentrated power I had unleashed had destroyed my surroundings completely. Floating in nothing, I recalled one of my personal goals: to create a mythology based on dreams. For my first stage, it was the Creation. I witnessed a narrator narrate the proceeding.

I laid down and relaxed... my body was heavy in short time, and I stopped to breathe... I can stay that way for up to about 5 minutes when I'm that relaxed. The separation is faster that way- breathing can disturb me in time of separation sometimes. I felt touch on my legs, like hands and they went up my legs. I opened astral eyes and I saw exceptionally beautiful young woman with brown hair and brown eyes coming up to my body... She was naked, slim, with firm breasts of about B-cup with small nipples, slim waist... She was coming on all four limbs up, until her eyes were in front of mine. She held me down with her hands on my arms and I couldn't separate out of body. I felt no arousal and looking into her eyes, I had a feeling of falling toward her eyes... Then I needed to take a breath and since I wasn't separated, I found myself back in physical world.

Remarks:
I would say it was OBE to astral projection, but I managed to open my eyes only.
I got aroused once I was back in physical but in that state it was asexual for me.

It looks like alot of pages but there are like 15 big pictures so its not so bad. Actually only 1794 words.

2018-05-01s dreams.pdf

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Spoiler for Twext of dream without images:

Tonight was of some I think very interesting non lucid dreams. I also had my second good night of sleep in a row since the insomnia attack! So hope that continues.

My earliest dreams were at my Nana’s. Too vague to remember. Then something in the woods. And something at my high school, near the art rooms. Those were very vague.

Next I dreamed about a skate park though. I remember something about watching other people do tricks, and not really wanting to take the risk myself.

Then we were outside in this field. But there were houses too. A guy was standing beneath some sky. I think he had some control over the cloud shapes.

He made it so that a ring appeared in the sky. I was wondering if I could do it too. It was a ring of light.

I remember my sister’s friend wanted to buy some things I had for the material. There was a graph of how many ounces of material each one had and the price. I remember walking down a road and seeing someone I knew in waking life. I had my hands in my pockets, hiding something. We walked down near a baseball field.

I had to get by there but they were going to play the game. I got to an auditorium. At this point I was holding a snake that became a lizard. I was afraid it would bite me. Didn’t know what to do with it.

Someone ahead of me was drawing a lot of attention to himself by saying wild things. I was glad he was drawing attention to himself because I felt bad about something. I didn’t really want to focus on myself.

I became afraid of the snake and decided to put it down. I draped it over the back of my chair and it kind of hung there a moment. Then it got to the floor, where I noticed it had feet. And walked beneath the seats.

It got up ahead and the person in front of the assembly noticed. But then another kid a few rows ahead picked up the lizard. I could tell the kid wanted the lizard and would take good care of it. I was glad because I didn’t really want the lizard. 

After the assembly I told the kid that he was a great person. And that I was so happy he would care for the lizard. Then I was talking to other people.

I saw a youtube video of a guy who made his background the ocean floor. It was flickering and he said it was glitchy.

There was something falling to the ocean floor at first. There was also something with someone from college. Eventually I woke up from those and thought them through. That was a big improvement in first round of dream recall, but I don’t know what to chalk it up to! 

So then I actually did some physical exercises in the dark before going back to bed. Fell asleep pretty easily.

I had some dreams, but fell back asleep while thinking of them.  One was about a toilet that kept shattering.

I forgot the rest  But when I fell back asleep I had a very long and interesting dream that I remembered a lot of .

I remembered walking on a dock. Some of the planks were bouncy. I bounced on them. I got to the end of the dock and there were two people there.

Then there was like an opponent there and we had these fake guns. They made a bang but no projectile. Something about weight lifting. One fellow doing a demonstration of an overhead snatch, let go of the bar when it was over his head, and it went flying behind him into the water.

I was telling them my power would be weight lifting. But we needed some heavy metal music. So I started making a guitar riff with my vocal chords while they got the music ready. I was going to deadlift.

There was another part where I was walking through woods. There was a bunch of honey dripping everywhere.

I remember walking through some of it. And something with a bee. It was pretty cool.

I remembered being on a bus ride and sitting next to (A) from high school. I was not feeling great about myself, so I didn’t really take the chance to talk to her. I think I was like, well, she’ll never really like me, so why bother. But I realized later that I didn’t need to think of it in an all or nothing way. We could have had an regular conversation.

Then we were on a beach. There was a heavier woman there trying to do sprints to get exercise. She had really big forearms.

I was thinking that I would quit dairy because it caused me bloating. And the bloating lowered my chances with (A). (in waking life I haven’t had dairy since 2016)

Then I was on a message board. Someone asked me why I was motivated. I told them I was motivated to boost my dream recall. That was interesting because that’s a big motivation for me to change different parts of my life style right now.

Then there was a family there. The theme of dream recall boosting continued in the conversation of the dream figures I was with.

The daughter said that her dad let her open the window while she slept. This had boosted her vividness of dreams, perhaps by fresh air. The family was very traditional and didn’t like to change their ways so this was a big deal. The daughter said that her dreams and memories became more vivid.

I thought to myself that the noise from the traffic might make things worse though. So maybe it was just another factor, like the fact that she thought about her memories and dreams more. I raised this possibility.

One of the brothers went quiet. He seemed kind of angry on the inside, or confused. The idea of making yet another change might have been too much. The other brother said that they never change things. They always do the same, autopilot routine, every day. And if there’s anything they need to think about, they just think about it while doing their autopilot routine. Nothing changes.

The other brother said that ignorance is bliss is their motto. He showed his web site and clicked on a page with some topic of social change. The title of the link was something to do with social change but once clicked, the page just showed a bunch of snack foods and candy. And a message about, “now, why would you want to ever think about that?” 

I pulled away from the computer and found myself in a living room. My Uncle told my Dad to give him a “deuce”. I figured this meant 200 dollars. My Dad basically said no.

Then (J1) from college was pounding (J2) into the ground. He was turning bright red. Eventually it broke up and I went over there. (P) blocked me out of the circle. (J) and I glared at him. I told him I noticed that subtle little move of blocking me out of the circle and I wasn’t cool with it.

Then the scene changed again.

One character looked like a fallen tree but was actually the prince. There were a variety of other types of beings around who wanted to kill him but he was a good guy.

A gang of guys with knives came along to take a stab at him. I remember walking by them and they ganged up on me instead. It was kind of vivid. Then the dream shifted and they were breaking out of a store by scraping away the windows. I think it was a jewel store.


The police came and stopped them. I had to carry some stuff out to our car. I had my house plant.

We got into a Jeep and as we drove, there were two characters. One was a woman figure with six wavy arms. She sat in a lotus position and told us some things.

She looked less like a spider though. Kinda like this but not quite.

Behind her was a creature kind of like Trogdor. Here is a drawing.

We pulled into some kind of parking lot near a beach. As we got out, we saw a car falling from the sky.

Okay my drawing didn’t come out quite right.. It looks more like a car with blue angel wings. The flames were a lot more crackly. It was very vivid. The car had blue flames trailing out of its windows, like something was on fire in it, but blue fire. The fire looked really dense.



I ran towards the water to save whoever was in the car. Then a giant red orange crab monster or kraken thing began to rise up. I turned around and ran the other way. Whatever was in the car must have expanded on impact with the water, and became a monster here to destroy all life on Earth!

All of us in the parking lot ran for our lives. We ran into this building and glided down stairs for safety. It was very scary!

We ended up in a class room thing. Some kids were playing a video game but asked why I didn’t play. I told them that I wanted to stay open to situations like this, in case a giant monster ever came to Earth to eat everyone!

I woke up from those in awe. The monster thing was really powerful. I didn’t wake up in fear. I woke up really impressed and amazed with the dream though. 

I slept one more time. My first dream I could remember was of walking by my neighbors house. There were big black rocks in the road.

Then there was a dream of playing Super Smash in my friend (J)’s basement, like in high school.

I had my selector thing over Ganondorf. But then the game was confusing because I couldn’t tell which character was responding to my controls.

My last dream I remembered was of walking by a woman in a mall. She handed me a black journal with writing in it.

I thought she wanted me to write in a page. But then she got mad at me for opening it and looking at it. I tried to tell her I didn’t read anything just looked for a blank page. (The truth) (Why did she give it to me then?)

Well it was a good night of dreams. I am pretty happy with it 

Morning of April 28, 2018. Saturday.



I am in an unknown spacecraft in orbit around Earth, but the spacecraft is not implied to be alien.

Fireworks are being shown far below, but eventually, it seems they are in view from the front window of the spacecraft, which is not logical as they would have to be too far up to be appreciated from ground level.

Eventually, some of the small sparks strike the window, some seeming to create a “splash” effect, and I see they appear as glowing mathematics symbols, including pi. Each set fades as more “splash” onto the window. There is a curious sound like two sticks hitting together as well as sizzling. A few sparks come from the control panel as well, but there is no sense of threat or problematic events.

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This is autosymbolism for the usual vestibular system correlation and thinking skills correlation (which the subconscious self does not have while in the non-lucid dream state) to activate the return to consciousness, but unique as always.

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Morning of May 1, 2018. Tuesday.



I become somewhat puzzled in one of my last dreams of my sleep cycle. I keep hearing the old Donny Osmond song (from when he was a boy), “The Wild Rover (Time to Ride)”, which I had on a 45 when I was a boy. It is a song that had not even crossed my mind in many years.

Eventually, during sustained hypnopompic disclosure (the period in which my previous dream’s meaning surfaces and is clearly understood), I perceive it as the usual autosymbolic waking process, which had borrowed “The sun’s about to rise”, one of the song’s lines. (This happens fairly often, that is, my dreams using waking process autosymbolism based on song lyrics, and it is sometimes songs of which I had not even thought about at all in years.)

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I had return to my childhood home where I was now raising my children. I looked down a road from a tall window. My daughter asked me where it led to. I told her I had never walked the whole road. Suddenly I realized life was speeding by and that it was coming to an end too quickly. I knew I would never know what was at the end of that road and it cried. I wanted to know when we had gotten so old. After I woke up I felt depressed and had low energy for most of the day.

Morning of May 1, 2018. Tuesday.



People are ice fishing on a frozen lake in Norway in late morning. A few cars drive around and I wonder if they will fall through, but I decide not to mentally will this event (even though I am not lucid).

Bob Marley eventually makes an appearance.

The main influence (the setting anyway) was from having just seen “The Snowman” (2017).

Fire

I was watching a scene unfold of a woman telling someone how to do something correctly. She mentioned that you had to make a big circle with red and white string than put feathers in it until it ended up being the right scale. (Obviously my mind took this from the pi joke on Hukif Entry) I left her after that and watched a man holding a cigarette enter the now formed bathroom. He than lay in the tub totally out of it and dropped the cigarette. The flame grew big.

I ended up where my dad was now somewhere inside the house. We were trying to escape when I remembered my birds. He followed me as I ran from room to room until I found them. He carried the cage out the room with me but than I remembered we could use a fire extinguisher. I didn't know how to use it but I picked one up and tried to get it to work. It ended up spraying the fire a bit but it wasn't enough. That's when mew aliens began to slowly come out of objects and tried attacking us with beams.

We ran together until we came upon a door my dad opened. The room was filled with water but we had no choice. We went in and swam up coming across a door on the ceiling. I tried to get in the door after my dad but my movement was going on the opposite direction that I wanted to go. "I can't do it!" I shouted. "You can!" My dad replied. "NO, I cant! Help me!". Than I just buckled up and moved in the opposite direction i wanted to go until i got in the door.

I and my dad were now right side up and in the living room. But the mews appeared too. We ran out the door, my dad still holding the cage. My dad ended up in the car with my birds faster, while I was halfway to it. The mews than went though the door, their eyes glowing yellow as they sent yellow energy balls at me. "Open the door for me!" I shouted. When I tried opening the car door it wouldn't work. I had to deflect a energy ball with a random shirt. That's when the door opened, I got in the back seat and than I woke up.



Gyeongbokgung Palace

I was laying on a bed in a small room, looking at the floor thinking to myself "Gyeongbokgung Palace".
When I realized that the small room I was in had a peculiar small square window with red tape around it.

"Gyeongbokgung Palace!"I said knowing that I was in a dream now. I flew out the window and ended up on a clear path that looked like urban Japanese style homes around me. However, as I thought about the palace again I soon was flown and teleported to on top of a gray mountain where I could see more mountains and the city way down below. It was daytime, bright, with clouds in the area. "The mountain is a nice spot but where I really want to go is the palace". I than thought of Gyeongbokgung Palace multiple times until I teleported into a crowded area inside what looked like one of the houses in the palace site.

Hearing the sounds of people chattering as they pushed around me I got the feeling I was in a area probably where a cafe was. But since it was a dream it could be any area. I than walked to the side until the crowd lessened and looked at the wooden flooring to see a small black outlined square with kanji and hiragana in it.

What I could read was "te, ii noni". It doesn't make sense and wasn't the whole thing but it was something. I than looked around. To my right side there was a counter where you could order something. It was interesting but than I moved into the next room where I became non lucid.


My teacher was present and handed me a test back. He said to look at it than handed someone else their test. Afterwards he made an announcement that the trip was going well so far but for no one to get lost. Thats the last thing I remember.

Dogs

A dream where I became a dog with other people. A bear took over our house and kicked me out. My brother tried fighting me with a pencil. I was playing ds with my old best friend but I couldn't hear her and when she got close to tell me something she kissed my ear. I wasn't into her though and thought it was probably a mistake. At the end I was talking to my cousin who was getting facial hair like a guy. Oh and there was a time I looked in the mirror and saw myself as a guy.

Notes- It was interesting how my dreaming mind put kanji and hiragana into the square. Squares are common in waking life so it was probably a coincidence but i decided to do some digging and see if i could find anything in the palace that had language in a square. I found three pics with symbols on them. I dont know what they mean and i didnt know the palace had them. After looking at more pics of the palace im noticing symbols or designs on architecture. This makes me wonder if jewl symbol has something to do with the palace. Also do you have an idea what these symbols in the pic mean Jewl?

Afternoon of April 30, 2018. Monday.



This entry is required reading for anyone who wants to develop a better understanding of dreams and the various causes of dream content and inherent meanings.

In this entry, I will be writing more about the nature of vestibular system correlation. This is my most common form of autosymbolism throughout the tens of thousands of dreams I have studied and decoded for over fifty years since early childhood. It can occur in a few different dreams per sleep cycle. Ultimately, it is my main recurring factor of dream state transition, even in lucid dreams, and is augmented in some auto-scripted dreams, as deliberately auto-scripted dreams have unavoidable though incidental stark contrasts with circadian rhythms dynamics, a main factor of sleeping and dreaming.

Since childhood (around age nine), I have tried to determine causes of different types of vestibular system correlation, which, while in a dream, ranges from subliminal to intrusive; for example, dreams of falling and even a dream where an intruder tried to force me to grow a bird of prey’s talon from my right thumb. By way of RAS mediation, a simulacrum of vestibular system correlation is created in one of several different ways, including specialized preconscious personification or even features such as a bird as a “teacher” or a “villain” depending on the concurrent dynamics of the particular state (including the subliminal willingness to wake or continue sleeping). For example, in the most vivid dream I have ever had, a resplendent quetzal flew down to become the partner of an earthbound bantam silver sebright rooster (the one I had as a pet in childhood but long dead in reality). RAS personification may be “friendly” or “invasive” depending on the status of the dream self’s attention, which may not be related to waking life or the conscious self identity or experience at all, but the progression of the waking stage and the status of current dream self awareness and depth.

Vestibular system correlation comes in many different forms. In some cases, it depends on sleeping position. Sleeping position has a major influence on both depth of sleep and the nature of the dream state and the types of dreams that result. Waking life vestibular system ambiguity results in dizziness, although in dreams this is more about subliminal anticipation of the waking process, the main factor of a non-lucid dream’s autosymbolism.

The processes relating to vestibular system correlation comes from the dream self’s virtual vestibular system being separate from the real vestibular system of the physical body in REM sleep. To put it simpler, the subconscious self does not have a viable awareness of the real physical body while sleeping. This is what causes the sensations of flying, falling, rising, and movement in general, which of course, is an illusion. (On a side note, dizziness in waking life is of course an illusion as the room is not literally spinning around you as you are discerning it as such.)

The description of REM sleep muscle atonia by Jouvet and Michel (1959) helped to presage the idea that dreaming was constituted by virtual perception and movement. Real (waking) perception and movement were actively blocked, while the brain was forced to generate a virtual simulacrum of waking consciousness. (“Virtual reality and consciousness inference in dreaming”, Front Psychol. 2014; 5: 1133.) This does not mean that dream state indicators (such as the appearance of a bed or being undressed) or other subliminal awareness of being asleep does not come into play as a thread in a dream’s hodgepodge.

Vestibular system ambiguity can flow from passive to dominant (dream self is moving toward consciousness) or from dominant to passive (dream self is slipping back into sleep). It does not make any sense to “interpret” autosymbolic biological factors, but this is what many people do. It is important to understand that dreams, contrary to popular belief, do not symbolically “represent” waking life, but are meant to occasionally borrow waking life factors to initiate the return to consciousness.

In the case of the specific factor discussed in this entry, it is not possible to consciously control vestibular system ambiguity in the dream state, lucid or not, though an aspect of it can be held, for example, in flying dreams (both lucid and non-lucid) where the real vestibular perception of the physical body does not dominate the liminal state or space. Some people seem to believe that falling dreams are a result of waking life anxiety. I have never seen any personal evidence of this. The vividness of falling dreams increases exponentially after I have had a lot more exercise, especially with more time spent walking. Such a dream is also more likely if I had been in an elevator that day, and I have no anxiety regarding elevators in waking life. My most vivid falling dream occurred during the night after experiencing the log flume ride at Busch Gardens earlier that day.

Falling dreams (in addition to the talon dream mentioned above) are also sometimes caused by environmental noise. Even in waking life, high levels of noise may stimulate the vestibular system and thereby cause disturbances in the balancing mechanism. Babies apparently experience falling dreams by way of the Moro reflex, which I have often seen in my own children when they were babies.

Understanding the nature of vestibular system correlation and dream state and waking process autosymbolism in general will help you to easily dismiss the nonsensical psychobabble and superstition concerning dreams of which is virtually everywhere, but of which is a great disservice to present day society (at least for people who have never held the desire of looking into the causes of their own dreams).

One of the most important aspects to understand about dreams is, just as with sequences of waking life thoughts, a dream is not just one event. Even though I typify dreams based on their main factor, there are always threads of other processes integrating into the dream state, again, just as with waking life thoughts. This is why saying that a dream relates to one thing makes no sense - any more than claiming every singular thought in a period of twenty minutes is “about” the same thing. Dreams are a result of many different types of threads coming together in a synthesized composite. Until that is understood, there is no hope of discerning the nature of the dream state.

On a side note, some people apparently do not dream of flying very often or at all, when the majority of my dreams have this potential. I effortlessly take to the sky as perceiving it in the same way as I do walking in waking life in both lucidity and non-lucidity. The highest level of apex lucidity however, does not have this potential, as the discernment of physicality is too augmented, complete with the extremely realistic feeling of weight, movement, and momentum (impetus).

On a final note, I should point out that falling can also serve as induction into a more vivid dream, though this is rare for me (though I prefer creating and using a difficult door for an astounding increase in vividness). Some people do not seem to believe this because of the ludicrous myth about dying in a dream if you do not wake up before your fall completes. It is one of many nonsensical myths propagated by people with virtually no dreaming experience.

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