Afternoon of February 1, 2018. Thursday. Until I began to develop a greater understanding of dreams at about age twelve (though I had long since viewed “dream dictionaries”, or any books or articles on a dream’s supposed meaning, as asinine), RAS mediation, especially in apex lucidity, was more likely to render an attacking dog as a waking alert factor than a snake. There is a specific reason for this. While a snake is probably the oldest waking trigger (and of which likely serves as such for the dreams of all primates), a dog has an autosymbolic association with an attempt to control the dream state. I began to naturally both lucid dream and attempt dream state manipulation as a toddler and recognized the aggressive dog autosymbolism by around age eight, including in a later dream from 1970 where I shouted “You dogs are always ruining my dreams” when I was in an extremely clear state of apex lucidity. This caused the dog to teleport (ironically at my unintentional command) to trigger waking with the hypnopompic lower back jab event (the dog’s hard nose pressing into the small of my back). This is solely due to the “obedience” factor. It serves as a metaphor for the dream being obedient for the dreamer as would a dog for its owner. The main problem with this is that dreams are of a biological process and full biological control of one’s mind is inherently limited, not only by current biological needs (such as a need to use a toilet) and environmental factors, but by circadian rhythms. It is not the “subconscious” (as in popular myth) that has anything to do with this, but RAS. It was common for a dog, usually black or rust-colored, often a Labrador, to be rendered as a potential dream state terminator in early childhood. However, over time, as I mastered RAS mediation to a certain point in the 1980s with hundreds of experiments, it is rare for a dog to be an attack factor in my dreams. None of this has any relevance to waking life. I never held or maintained any fear of dogs and had never experienced negative encounters with dogs in my childhood. In truth, as with most of my focus on dream study for over fifty years, it is my natural connection to the dream state and awareness of its meanings that is the key factor. People do not seem to understand, since oneironautics is a main aspect of my dream experience since earliest memory in both lucid and non-lucid dreams (the latter by lifelong conditioning), that the symbolism relates to the nature of the dream state itself, not waking life, other than when prescient.
Afternoon of February 1, 2018. Thursday. “A Carport as Liminal Space” also links to this entry. The only potential difference relates to my personal history in mostly living in houses with large enclosed front porches in contrast to one house, in Cubitis, with a large carport by which access to both the front yard and backyard was inherent. (In contrast, the Rose Street apartment, on the second floor of a commercial building, with businesses on the first floor, only had a minimal public entry at the foot of the stairs.) “A Porch as Liminal Space” is one of my most common autosymbolic settings in the waking transition and has been as such since early childhood. A porch is autosymbolism for a specific level of unconsciousness, often rendered as the final setting in a dream when RAS mediation dominates the most. It is often triggered when my dream self, though often as a subliminal factor, wants to sustain the dream state (without viably remembering what a dream is), mainly as a RAS artefact from the otherwise lucid habit of “going outside” in childhood dreams due to it being a starting point for apex lucidity. In many cases, I have utilized my understanding of autosymbolism in semi-lucidity to vivify my dream into astounding apex lucidity by using a porch as an “entry point”, though always in going outside (which makes the term “entry point” sound ambiguous even though it is not), and augmenting my dream into incredible clarity. This is because such autosymbolism is rendered while closer to the emergent consciousness factor (the same factor of which gives a subliminal cue to my dream self to attempt to sustain my dream). Unfortunately, it also means that RAS mediation is likely to dominate by rendering the preconscious as personified, which sometimes results in “intruder” dreams. A porch represents liminal space regardless of which porch is rendered in my dream. Although my dream settings are always unique from dream to dream, there are cases where the porch of my present home is rendered in the last scene, though usually has a noticeable fictional aspect or different orientation (in conscious realization only, after waking). Sometimes the wrong porch is rendered with a particular previous home, or sometimes leads to a different location from where it did in real life. As with certain other autosymbolic settings (excluding such as a bedroom or bathroom), there is no connection to waking life or the conscious self identity other than when prescience is a factor. In other words, it is inherent to the condition of being unconscious while subliminally seeking to sustain the dream state in preference to becoming conscious. This is why RAS mediation is most likely to dominate this setting in the final stage of a dream, typically by being at the entry point of the porch or becoming an intruder on the porch, as waking is a biological necessity. However, depending on biological or environmental factors, my dream self is sometimes allowed to use this setting as a dream state augmentation factor. Again, this is only utilized by going outside, as going inside would place me closer to a dream state indicator such as a bedroom or bathroom; a bedroom to remind me that my physical body is asleep and thus cannot stay as such forever and a bathroom to remind me of the eventually inescapable biological need to use a toilet. A full understanding of this setting and its autosymbolic nature has brought me closer to mastering many levels of the dream state, even in non-lucidity.
+ LD LUCIDD #239 I find myself sitting in the front passenger seat of a car looking out the left side windows. We're on a high road/bridge high above a large body of water to the left. I'm looking at it amazed at its beauty and clarity, the sun reflecting off the ripples in the water. I quickly conclude I'm dreaming because I do not recall continuity of location or how I got here. (I think I do a quick nose pinch to confirm but I'm already sure). I continue looking at the water, amazed at the detail, the vivid high definition of it all. There are some dark shapes in the water but I don't consider it further. Looking ahead, I realize that son S1 is driving the car and son S2 is in the back seat. I ask them "so what do you want to do? Have a Star Wars adventure? Go after some girls?" I see girls around the car and decide not to get distracted by that. I tell son S2 "hand me a piece of pizza" and reach back my hand over my shoulder and expect to feel the piece, I feel it and bring it around and take a bite (not much recollection of taste). Then I say "hand me a beer" and I reach back and feel a cold can pressed into my hand. I bring it in front of my eyes and look, it is a tall can with dark brown-orange coloring and a few large words in black. I pop the top and take a drink. At this point I'm sitting in a room with son S1 across from me and son S2 in a room behind me to my left (position like he was in in the car). S2 says "S1 is jealous of the beer!" I want to hand S2 a beer too, so I reach down around my feet and expect to feel a cold can, and after a second I do, and bring it up and hand it to S2. I tell S1 that successfully summoning items is all about expectation. Suddenly, my wife comes home and I lose lucidity. She immediately comments frustration on the mess all around the place after having left us alone for so long and I and the boys spring into action to tidy up. I see she is in the kitchen [unknown location/house] and has bought a bunch of food and fancy cakes which are sitting in cardboard containers on the counter. + I'm walking down a hallway and up ahead through some glass doors [DREAMSIGN] I see EB. We are meeting at a big concert, and I realize she got here quite early. She is nearly at the very front of a very very long line, I'm impressed she managed such a good spot. I see her car parked in the lot right behind her, I'm also amazed she managed such a good spot. I move to join her in the line and people start crowding around us taking our spots and pushing us back farther in the line.
Date of Dream: THU 1 FEB - 2018 Dream No. 274 - Year Twelve Shenanigans I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was at my other grandparents' house. There was this random young guy there that was talking about compiling things for his end of year, year 12 celebration video. In the front yard of the house, I was doing some random, yet weird stuff. The guy told me to keep going as these actions were good for mocking the parents of the school kids. Apparently I was making fun of my mum. About three quarters of the way through, my mum steps out of the house and looks really angry towards me. She and my brother came to attack me with a lengthy lecture. My mum did all the talking but my brother stood there, not looking very pleased. In the next dream scene, a similar thing happened but my dad was in it as well. Every single member was going on about how I had to say sorry to my mum but I didn't feel as though I needed to and that I was helping the boy for a significant purpose. My dad and brother were only in that scene for a short while and so it was my mum who was continuing to have a jab at me. Amongst all the attacks, I shout just once “Dreamy WB!” and she comes into action straight away. She was a small figure, just about the size of my hand, in her Oktoberfest appearance. She came scuttling up to my mum from out of nowhere and bounced herself upwards, fixing herself onto my mum's shoulder. She gave the shoulder a small tap and that's when my mum turned her head around to notice Dreamy WB. My mum had a combination of a surprised and disgusted look on her face while Dreamy WB waved the finger at her like saying 'nah uh, don't do that'. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - Leave The Poor Kid Alone (Have Dreamy WB intervene in a parent fight)
Updated 02-01-2018 at 07:56 AM by 93119
AWAKE/NOTES DREAM SEMI-LUCID LUCID So this is a dream that I had a couple of days ago. I had more that night but I thought this one was funny, so I am posting this one here. I might post more funny or interesting dreams in the future. Note: this dream is a little NSFW, so don't read if you're sensitive to this kind of material. I am at uni and I am drinking some tea. I leave it with someone and go into a shop with my brother. I look around at the things being sold there. There are some knitted hats, some of which are gold. I realise that I have no money and decide to leave. When I leave, I see some strange creatures (that I presumably left my tea with) and a big one is holding my cup. I see that the tea is gone. I get really mad, and really upset, I think about smashing the cup to pieces against the floor, but it is my favourite cup so I don't. Instead I keep walking, which leads me to a beach and I notice some public sex happening there. There are two dudes, one of them Jake Bass, fucking in the sand. Out of nowhere, a giant wave comes and I get swept up. One of my shoes gets taken away by the water. I am informed that there is a service that returns your shoes, but once I try to use it, an image of Jake Bass in a sexy pose pops up with letters informing me that this feature is only for premium members. I am disappointed, but I somehow manage to find my shoe myself.
INT. CHILDHOOD HOUSE - DAY Orcs are coming. [Day residue from watching LOTR.] I pretend to fire a German WWII machine gun out the window to drill for the orc invasion. My sister and brother and I hide in the hallway [where we used to duck and cover during tornados in reality]. Suddenly I feel the house shifting underneath us. I look out the window: the house is moving south. Lucidity. I attempt stabilization but fail and wake immediately.
Updated 02-01-2018 at 02:29 AM by 92227
Created Wednesday 31 January 2018 Gonna try keep my New Year's promise. Anyway, I don't have much to note today. Don't have as much to note as I'd like... Dream 1 - Neo Civil War The visuals were a bit blurred. This occurred in an alternate timeline. After the horrors of WWII, the nations of the world unilaterally adopted extreme Luddist and isolotionist policies. This results in both technological stagnation, and grave regression in civil and human rights. Half the US, for instance, had gone back to using slave labor. Cue another Civil War in the 60's. I was given the role of a New Union Army officer and spy. In my latest solo infiltration of a Neo-Confederate base, I discover their hoarding and developing rocket launchers. To sabotage their efforts, I fire one such weapon into their warehouse, destroying their stockpile. But, my escape goes sour, and I'm captured. The rebels then promptly execute me by hanging. As painful and intense a death as it was, I was... oddly unphased. I don't know why, but, even beyond the disruption I caused, I felt as if I had the last laugh. That cat then woke me up. Scrap Group 1 Vague memories of repeated dreams. Something of warping around and focusing on something?
I was at school by my art room when I saw M. I noticed that I had a strange urge to hug her. I said something to her and then I gave her the most awkward hug in existence. She lookad at me funny, and then fourth period started. Fragment 2: I was leaving fourth period talking to her about how short she is.
Date of Dream: WED 31 JAN - 2018 Dream No. 273 - Separated Sections Dream 273 A - A Comforting Conversation This was the first dream of the night I had. The scene played like a false awakening, taking place in my bedroom just as the sun was rising. I was under the covers of my own bed, burrowed in right next to Murray in his Sly 4 appearance. In this dream, he was already awake and started talking to me; so I wiggled my way up slightly and pulled myself back to be able to see him. He said something like “Hey it's okay, we're gonna get her back”, straight away knowing that he was referring to Dreamy WB. He said some more stuff as well but I forgot his exact words; we spoke for a short while. We then heard footsteps in the distance and I knew they belonged to my grandma. I quickly told Murray what was going on as well as him making a small comment. When my grandma was just about to come in the doorway, Murray quickly pulled the covers over our heads and brought me back to his body with a tight hug, although he still remained awake. I just enjoyed the sensation until the next dream came. My grandma started to fiddle with the sheets to fix them for me but never pulled them off. The dream transitioned when I was alone again with Murray for a few seconds. Dream 273 B - Disasters Galore I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was at my current house and my mum and grandma were expecting to be busy for the whole day. I was out in the local area doing something but I forgot what exactly. When I got off Haverbrack Drive and onto Police road, there was this big white bus just sitting there on the corner. After examining it for a bit, this lady popped up out of the seat and gave me this evil grin through the rear-view mirror. The bus then started up, revving it's motors and reversing. I thought to move out of the way so the bus could take its course but I did not know that the driver had different ideas. The bus started reversing towards me really fast and I could now tell that the lady had her sights set on running me over. As I prepare to run back down Haverbrack Drive, I am screaming for Dreamy WB while also watching the distance between me and the bus. Dreamy WB never came but I did reach home without being run down. Back at home, I found out what my mum was going to be doing. Her and my grandma had to be at the airport for a certain time to pick up my deceased grandfather (alive in the dream). My mum was stressing out big time saying that she had to do all these things, really demanding house chores. This scene played for a while but I have forgotten every single detail of it. The next scene played in the house but it was in an area that doesn't exist in real life. I was in the driveway when I caught sight of a mini fire in one of the upper rooms. I said to myself that I had to go up there before the fire got any bigger to see if I could rescue some of my toys and other belongings. The fire had stopped shortly after and I didn't move and rather thought nothing off it. Next, this internet service provider truck came into our driveway and rammed into a wall of the garage. The driver had hit a power cable which caused another fire in the same upper room. I got furious and muttered something under my breath; something like, “No wonder you stupid idiots are always cutting out the internet... Because you always run into cables and surge the power!”. This time I did enter the room but it was empty, with no objects in there. The fire grew bigger and there seemed to be no means of escape. I was absolutely scared and went into calling for Dreamy WB again, once again with no success. Eventually the flames actually died down and so I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked out of that room. I walked into some other random area that didn't look like my house at all and there were all these pictures on the wall. All these pictures appeared to be of the real life WB who did have a distorted appearance in the dream. What disturbed me the most was that she had all these piercings on her face, including multiple rings on her ears, nose and lips! I examined those pictures thoroughly and I thought to myself, “You have really mucked up in life...”. The dream scene then transitioned to me being at a random Coles store with my brother. We were looking at the shelves with all the Easter supplies on them. We were looking for these particular caramel eggs but some lady told us why they weren't there... I forgot what was said exactly. I remember that my brother and I weren't very happy and we mentioned something about my mum; then we left the store. The next scene took place in the carpark of this random shopping complex. The only way to reach the next area was to take the lift which I was having none of. For the third time in this dream, I put in every single string of effort to get Dreamy WB on the scene. My mum was pressuring me to go into the lift but I told her “Wait, I've just got to do something”. I didn't care who was near me, I just kept calling, like a broken record, “Dreamy WB!”. I walked back and forth, up and down the ramps, into the grassed area... Everywhere! Eventually, these transparent, ghost-like figures appeared and started floating around me. The first one I saw was just a random looking girl. I knew this wasn't Dreamy WB and I said “Hang on a minute, I don't want dream guide no. 33, I want dream guide no. 1!”. That's when Dreamy WB flew up to me and was hovering just above my head at the side. I knew it was her as I recognised that special, calming energy. Although transparent, her energy made it feel like she was physically touching me at some points. She spread an arm out and I leaned on it as she gently nudged me into the lift. As the lift shut, she continued to hover close to me and smile as she now had the one arm hugging me. The dream ended there. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Updated 01-31-2018 at 01:06 PM by 93119
Was going on some kind of a trek (journey). Next I was talking to guy about them supplying avocado's to local shops I joked and said have you got a jungle or something to be able to compete with other sources, which made him glum so I spent rest of time trying to distract him. to be cont... Notes: This is the 2nd dream in a row where I have met a dark haired woman who was nice to me. Before the dream I had written an intention to meet my dream guide. We will see what happens in subsequent dreams.
I am traveling in a foreign country, driving a car down a dirt road—although there’s a bit of a traffic jam at the moment, and nobody is actually moving except the pedestrians, who walk between the cars and on the side of the road. Two women wearing some kind of sari-like traditional dress walk past. I think about giving them a lift—something I wouldn’t ordinarily consider doing, but they seem particularly trustworthy somehow. At some point, I suddenly find that the car is full of people, and I’m in the backseat. The two people in the front seats are wearing police uniforms, and two or three other people are standing between the rows of seats. I ask a man in a white business-type shirt standing to my left if this is a police chase, and he confirms that it is. I have heard about this—of officers requisitioning vehicles so they can go after somebody who would otherwise escape them. I suppose that’s OK—not that I get any choice in the matter. The next thing I remember is walking through a public building, talking with the same man. He’s asking me questions. One is, essentially, whether I can take any time off work. I reply that I can’t. I’m working remotely even now, on this trip. He is concerned that I’m not recovering from something, which he seems to feel is my fault, and wants me to undergo a scan of some kind—he’s holding the equipment now, beside a machine there. This is a little exasperating, as I’m already pretty sure this has to do with some kind of control issue, which isn't exactly news. But what’s more troubling is the fact that he’s mentioning things that happened since the car chase, and I don’t remember anything between now and then. I try to determine how big of a memory gap I’m dealing with. Very shortly afterwards, I conclude that this is not something it’s possible to do without knowing what happened during that time. And at that point, I wake up. It’s an hour or so after that—after recording the dream and after listening to people being typically noisy atypically early downstairs—that my cell phone rings. Or vibrates, rather, since that’s the setting I keep it on. I’m annoyed since I was almost asleep, and this is such a good opportunity for having a lucid dream. If I ignore it and don’t move, it’ll stop soon enough. But it doesn’t stop after the normal number of rings, and so I finally give up on the dream and get up to shut it off. And that’s when I realize—this is a dream. This is the part where I figure out what to do, now that I have this opportunity. And right now, what I want to do is go back to the setting of the last dream and figure out what was going on there. I head over to the window and step onto the windowsill, disregarding the glass pane, which obligingly acts as though it didn’t exist. It is dark out, but the setting I see before me has nothing else in common with what I’d ordinarily see out my window. For one thing, it’s a long way down—the ledge where I’m perched isn’t as high as an airplane would fly, perhaps, but it can’t be that much closer to the earth. The landscape spread out before me is also unfamiliar, and remarkably strange. The ground is uniformly flat, with nothing but houses and trees as far as the eye can see. But every so often, there are tall, thin spires, each set of them closely grouped, apparently made of rock— like giant needles stuck into the earth. Their tips are about level with where I am—in other words, incredibly high—and they’re so disproportionate to the rest of the landscape that they look unnatural. Looks like I’ll be flying, then. But first—I will it to become daytime and wait for a little while. Nothing happens. Well, that was probably a little unrealistic, but it was worth a try. Anyway, I can see just fine, even with no discernible source of light: everything below me and in the distance is clear and crisply outlined. But seen with night-vision, it’s all dark blue, which will make it less interesting to fly over. (Later on, after waking up, I’ll recall that I intentionally enabled myself to see in the dark in a lucid dream a couple months ago—could it be that it was a lasting modification? That would be interesting.) I ready myself and launch outwards, extending a set of muscles I only have in dreams, when I choose to: wings. It’s a smooth glide for the most part. There isn’t much in the way of wind up here—as empty and still and silent as it is on the ground far below. Trees, houses, more trees, more houses, and the nearest set of spires, coming ever closer. It’s an odd feeling, being up here in this lonely place, poised and sharply aware and secure somehow. The next part is difficult to remember—I’m not exactly sure how I managed to find my way back to the building from the first dream, but it seemed to involve flying in a pattern around the spires—a little like dialing the combination of a lock, a little like grabbing the fabric of dream-space and twisting it in exactly the right way. But one way or another, I'm there. The building was full of people before, but now it is dark and empty. And a woman with brown skin and dark hair is standing beside me there—she will take me to the man I want to speak to. And that’s the point where it would be best to end this account, I think…. (29.1.18)
Updated 01-31-2018 at 05:24 AM by 75857
Note to self: write down dreams when you wake up so you don't forget them like an idiot throughout the day. One dream I was in my middle school, I think Kolby was there. Another dream I was at KC lakeview pool, there were a lot of people there working. I believe I was working too. It seemed to be early in the morning and the day progressed very quickly. Another dream I was trying to go to the beach with Moo and Owen but I was currently at home. I was debating whether or not I wanted to get back there. I think this might've been linked to the middle school dream in some way. We might've been drinking in the middle school, then came out onto the pool deck, and then I was at home with my Mom trying to go back to the middle school/beach/pool.
-1-Earth had to evacuate and find a new planet. Whatever the first found was, we got it. This was symbolized: My family and I were walking in a covered parking lot at night. My family represented the ship with a bunch of people on it, and a car represented a toxic, class-18 world. I was talking with my younger sister about how certain extreme planets would send us back to the stone age. [New Scene] I was playing Mario Kart online with PKSparkxx. I acknowledged this and opted to remain in the lobby. Next, I was in the same house as him, and apparently was my older sister's house. After streaming was done, I went to find our cats sleeping on a bunk bed: Snickers on the top, Blizzard on the bottom. -2(L)-I was in a merge between my old house and my grandparents' house. For example, there was no wall between the main kitchen and the computer room. There was also a chimney in the computer room. There was also a bed that I slept in. I decided to go back to “bed” to get an LD. I performed an I-WILD(WILD in a dream)—I materialized my phone non-lucid it was so easy. Suddenly, after I tried a few times to open them with my hands, but I could only see blurry things. Eventually, it stopped, and I could see again. No DCs were around this time. When I got out of bed and looked at my phone, it was already on a page containing a list of LD topics that it could provide help on. I saw shapeshifting on the list. Then, I put the phone away and looked outside to the W. The clouds over the hill looked pretty dark, and shortly after I noticed that, a funnel cloud appeared. [Skip] The non-rotating funnel-shape was over a neighbor's house. I didn’t hear much, so I broke the window. Nothing changed much. Next, I decided to roll along with the story to just enjoy being lucid after so long. A red supercar materialized around me. For some reason, I was driving on the right side of that uncomfortable thing. Anyway, I flew into the sky past some tall trees and forgot what happened right after that. [Skip] The car told me that I could drop and explode, causing me damage. I first said “Never mind.” But then I said, “You know what, do it. I’m invincible anyway.” I was thinking that it wouldn’t hurt one bit, and it didn’t. The car just exploded, throwing me onto the carpet. There was also a scene where I was writing in my dream journal. Lucid Time: 2-4 minutes
Had a dream where I was with kids reading picture books. Than all of a sudden there is a giant white book with a pic of a baby on it. Apparently it has the recipe for chocolate chip cookie specifically for baby’s. I than see a cute baby to the side and wave to him as I think about when to make the cookies.
Updated 01-30-2018 at 08:16 PM by 67570
I remember being in my second period class, where we had to play our favorite song. I remember my history teacher played a native american song of some kind, and some other people played different things. I forgot exactly what I played, but it had country and jazz influences, and the music video involved a cartoon chicken. I then went on a YouTube channel that talked about the history of rock and metal albums. I went on a video talking about a random Metallica album. The narrator was talking about what being in the band was like. He was talking about how James Hetfield is your best friend, and how Kirk Hammet teaches you how to connect that tube to the one over there, but that's just how you eat. Taking on the road eating to new lows. I also saw a video of another thrash metal band with the years 1986 - 3616 on the thumbnail.
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