Fragment 1: I was doing something in Minecraft Fragment 2: I was playing an alternate version of SCP: Containment Breach when I found a strange time machine like contraption. I was able to peek into a past time with it. I was trying to type 1933, but I accidentally typed 03 and was given GIF of a tree with some breakbeat music. When I did type 1933, it gave me this lake with the number 1933 in the lake. I then typed 1, which lead me to the creator's announcement that he was trying to make this a meme.
Its early morning and i'm lazing in bed when Susan comes in. I do a double take as she is already in the room and realise that the first one is a robot replica. I try to turn off the robot and hide it away but I only manage to reboot it and robot Susan starts talking. And I panic Waaaaaaa! Next dream I am in a town in Europe and realise I am being followed. A gunman comes up to me and shoves his gun at me. I try to explain to him that I am not up to anything but am just studying the architecture of the building near buy. He is not convinced and his boss turns up also waving the same silver colt gun around. His boss looks like Paul Whitehouse (a uk comedian). I show them something is strange about the building near buy, the archway defies the laws of gravity and their is something strange about its length.
I dreamed that I partook in a contest of some sort, and I won the first prize, which was a journey to Japan, and so I went. I stayed in a traditionalistic inn with a friendly female host. I talked to her every morning and evening. Every day I went out and explored Tokyo. Other than exploring I also had to do little puzzles and riddles every day to score some sort of credits. They were distracting me from freely exploring Tokyo, so I mostly ignored them. Unfortunately however, I found out that these credits are the only way to purchase food, and as such, I didn't manage to buy a lot of food. I was starting to get concerned that I was going to be malnourished. So at some point I started focusing entirely on these dumb little quests. Suddenly, to my surprise, I met my Belgian friend, who also just happened to be in Tokyo with her parents, so I asked if I could stick around with them and, again to my surprise, they were like "sure!". I told them about my lack of credits and if they could help me with the quests. And so we went everywhere, seeking out like hidden "?" blocks in locations based on answers to riddles, which contained credits. However, after an entire day, we didn't have nearly enough credits to buy a sufficient amount of food. Then my friend had an idea. She said "Why don't we just fish? The Japanese sea is full of sea food. No need to buy all that expensive food from the market!". Her parents said "But, you hate sea food!" and responded "well, we have to eat something!". And so we started fishing at the sea, and in no time, we caught a ton of fish. I laughed in amazement, and said to my friend "wow, jesus, fishing is SO overpowered!". We ate the food, and I freakin' loved it, and my friend less so, but she ate most of it anyway, though she left all the squids for me. We ate, and the dream continued on to another scene, which was far darker. I was in a sort of dark metal complex with my friend, which was full of monorails and trains. The complex was a sort of physical representation of my project at work. The platforms were full of administrators and secretaries that read and wrote premium amounts on sheets of paper and loaded them to and from the trains, in assorted slots, so that they could communicate the premiums with each other, in order to get to some final result. We were in the "underworld" of this place, with the platforms and trains far above us. The place was full of thugs, and I was afraid that my friend was about to get kidnapped. Unfortunately, the dream got a bit fuzzy from here on in, and I can't really remember much else. I know that we visited some sort of a bar and a theatre in the complex, and she DID get kidnapped at some point. Also, I met my colleagues there, who begged me to continue working on the project, even while I'm ill. They promised to pay me extra much, because they needed me. I don't remember what my reaction was (maybe there was none, because I woke up soon after this).
Date of Dream: WED 24 JAN - 2018 Dream No. 270 - Separated Sections Dream 270 A - Cooper Van Design Competition I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was shopping at Dandenong Plaza with my mum but I don't know what for specifically. I then left the plaza and ended up walking around in a rainy swamp during the day, so I could see where I was going. I eventually got to this truck that almost looked like a food truck, like it was some sort of shop in the middle of nowhere. In that truck was Bentley doing something on his computer. I came in and he said I had to do something first. This family came in and I had to beat them in a couple of games that Bentley had set up for us. This family were playing really hard their attitude was almost like they wanted me to lose rather than the focus being on them winning. The scene would flick between playing the games and then another version of me watching the game and reflecting on what the active me is doing. In the end, I ended up winning and so then Bentley told to “head out to the back and see Murray”. As I was heading out the back of the truck door, there was a scene that played parallel to that. It was a scene where Bentley was sitting back at the front of his computer and typing and there was a projection of my voice saying “The reason Bentley did that is because he knew that you'd be the only one able to beat that family; he wanted to test you and that it wasn't some fakey”. So now I was at the back where there were a whole crowd of people, the majority of them were ranged from middle age to old. There were all these clay models of the Cooper van and I was given one by one of the facilitators of this competition, which was some random old bloke. This competition involved painting a design onto the provided model with glaze paint and the winner would be the new design, customised onto the Cooper van. I started painting except I was concerned with hoe my design was going. My painting skills seemed to be really crap and I couldn't keep straight lines; I felt like an art student back in grade 1. To add insult to injury, all these old men and women were coming past me and criticising my work. The same old man that gave me the clay model said that my painting is terrible and that I'm not going to win. Eventually though, I got a grip and also came up with a consistent design; a floral theme. When I was near the end of my model, the painting was actually really neat and I had also done some engraving as well. People were still criticising my work but Murray walked past, picked up my model, examined it, and then he said that he was going to choose my model to placed onto the van. That's all I can remember about that dream. Dream 270 B - Too Much Jewellery I don't remember much of this dream either. From what I can remember, I was surfing around on Instagram when I came across LB's account. In the dream, her account didn't have the private setting activated and so I could see all the posts although I wasn't following her. From a lot of her latest posts, I noticed that she was over in America, so that's where I was heading off to. I clicked on one and it was a picture of her buying something a Target store. The scene then changed and I ended up in that exact same Target store myself. I saw her and the rest of her family in the distance but never went close to them. Instead, I was looking at all this very pretty jewellery that was on sale; nothing like in the Australia Target stores in real life. At first, I only had a small amount of jewellery at the registers and thought I could maybe afford a bit more. A little turned into a lot as I came back with a handful of it. The lady said that the total cost of that amount jewellery was 1000 but I knew she was talking about some foreign currency. I said to her, “I want to know what it is in Australian dollars”. After a while of confusion, it was revealed that all that jewellery was 4000 Australian dollars and I could only afford 1000 in Australian currency. After clearing out heaps of jewellery and returning it back to the shelves, I was under the 1000 AUD limit; the only unfortunate thing was that I had less jewellery than when I started. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Morning of January 24, 2018. Wednesday. I find myself in an extremely vivid lucid dream. I am in a large unfamiliar enclosed porch, mostly empty other than a big table I am sitting at, where my computer is. My computer keyboard has several inches of space in front of it (whereas in real life, my computer keyboard’s closest side to me is right at the edge of my desk). I am aware of Zsuzsanna in a room to my right, though I do not see her. I see the doorway, but I mostly sit in semidarkness. (Of course, a porch is autosymbolism for liminal space, my most common setting of this nature since childhood, occurring in at least one dream per several days for over fifty years.) I marvel at the level of realistic detail. I think about typing on my computer’s keyboard, but unusual features come into play. Firstly, I have an association with the Caps Lock to my left. After a short time, there are two small padlocks, more like holographic images, appearing on the two lowest left keys. They are on their sides with the shackles facing me. I find this curious and puzzling. Although doorway waking symbolism is implied as a precursor, and being to my right (typical waking symbolism orientation), I start to focus on my left side. I eventually see my detached fingers moving over the keyboard, though more as a semitransparent hologram of which is additionally implied to be some sort of optical illusion. I am in awe over this imagery. My detached glowing ghostly fingers float closer to my “real” (dream self’s) hand (where I also see that I have normal fingers, so the detached ones are indeed implied to be some sort of optical illusion). I try to make the connection to real life, failing to understand this type of imagery is only possible in the dream state. I slowly begin to become more baffled by the vividness of my dream. It seems to surpass many previous levels of lucidity (though not with certain dreams, such as the quetzal and rooster one from March 1986, which had several astounding prescient threads in one dream). More so, I actually start to focus on the orientation of my real physical body and can even seem to “feel” (or sense) the real left side of my face. However, instead of the occasional absentminded folly of wondering if my physical body is somehow walking around in traffic as I am in my dream, I vividly remain aware of the left side of my face being on my pillow. I become focused on trying to make sure my dream self remains in a “safe” position, with a slight concern about the pillow cover being closer to my mouth. However, there is no actual feature or direct tactile impression or more vivid tangibility as such, as it seems to be on a different inexplicable level of awareness. This has no effect on the level of vividness. It is odd (and eventually distracting) trying to associate the essence of my dream self’s left side of my face (which I can feel and am fully aware of) with my real physical body’s left side of my face. I am so amazed by my situation, I do not think of inducing a new scenario or going through the doorway, which in some cases intensifies my level of lucidity rather than causing me to wake (though apex lucidity is typically only triggered if there is an actual door to open). I am also puzzled by why I am not hearing the hammering next door (as they are putting a new roof on that house, which was damaged when our roof was torn off and part of it went through theirs). However, when I wake, they had been taking a break. (They started about six in the morning.)
Morning of November 2, 2016. Wednesday. I am in the semidarkness of an unknown bedroom but I am able to see clearly in my immediate area. I have my dream journal open in front of me as I am lying on my stomach on the floor. I perceive that I am only about twelve years old. My single bed is next to me to my left, closer to the doorway than another single bed and closer to the center of the room, though my head is presently nearest the foot of my bed and my feet are closest to the doorway. My father’s bed is closer to the corner of the room, his head near the wall where the doorway is. He is lying on his back with his head opposite mine. Our beds are about two feet apart. My father (April 26, 1901-February 14, 1979) begins to cough. His coughing intensifies after a short time. I sense something is wrong as an unknown male (about twenty-five) comes into the room and helps my father get out of bed as he is coughing, apparently to get him ready for an ambulance. As he coughs when walking past me to my right, a large drop of blood suddenly flies from his mouth and lands on the lower right of the right page of my open dream journal. A smaller drop hits the back of my right hand near my fingers. I have concern for my father and a lesser concern about the page’s status, though I get the impression that the blood spot might eventually fade. I remain where I am, slightly puzzled. I start to think of how my father is old and his organs are not functioning like they used to. I wake shortly after he had left the room with the unknown male. I vaguely sense my mother is present but I do not see her. Inexplicable threads: Zsuzsanna had seen an event in a movie related to someone dreaming about blood coming from their mouth prior to my sleep. (I had not known of this prior to my dream.) Additionally, I developed a bad cough shortly after this dream, the worse cough I have had in my life so far (though there was no blood, only mucus). As a result, I consider this dream as both prescient and influenced by Zsuzsanna’s thoughts, with three layers of synchronicity (as I had also recently reflected on a dream from March 1975 relating to watermelon as blood and flesh and coming out between pages of my dream journal). Biological prescience relating to my health validates that my father represented me in this dream. It is additionally validated by the doorway waking symbolism, as I am usually the one to exit a dream as my emergent consciousness. RAS mediation was atypical. Instead of the personified preconscious directing attention at my dream self, he escorted my father from my dream (additionally validating that my father represented my conscious self identity in a prescient sense, even though I was completely unaware of my current real life in my dream). This dream’s waking symbolism is oriented to my dream self’s right as it most often is. (This may be the result of sleeping on my left side.)
I was with a group of friends returning from an adventure. We're coming down from a mountain and sort of swinging or flying down and the scene below is massive. In front of us is this expansive view of an abandoned city. I remember it felt like this place had been abandoned for thousands of years. The strangest part was that it had a bunch of small buildings and sky scrapers, and cutting straight through each building were these massive gaps. They weren't the streets but they were going right through the buildings. We get to the other side of this abandoned city that had gaps through it and we're now at a cliff. Above us is trees and some sort of village up on the cliff. I somehow latch and jump up to grab this wooden post. I'm now hanging onto this wooden post very high up on the cliff. My friend Owen is there with me. I start to tell him about Ayahuasca explaining a story about the snake. Another fragment I'm in this dim shower area. Someone is hitting themselves with a rock on their head. He hits the ground and says that he is seeing into another dimension. Another person standing over him is concerned.
I go into SP and get Lucid. My New RC is after SP that I check to see if I'm about to move and if I am, knowing that I just fell asleep then I consider it a dream. I get up and check my feeling. they are strange and confirms it. I walk through the hallway,dining room, kitchen and out the backdoor. The Neighborhood was strange this round. I had a slight feel that I was in that alley way that was across the street from me at Raymond. Anyhow someone found out about me being outside this time of night and the someone was Ninjor! I also seen Robo knight who was back in some woods, looking at something. Ninjor points at me and starts running after me. He is much faster then me and so I would have to syke him out by changing directions suddenly. I did that to him and because we were on grass and he was heavier then me, he ends up slipping and falling in the grass and I got away from him, laughing.
I'm at the apartments and is in the kitchen. the light is on and I'm sitting on the ground messing around with some kind of volcano item. Then I'm in the backyard at Raymond where some kind of flood has happened and there is water all around. I'm floating around on something and it is day time. I become aware of the water situation and looks around. There is light brown colored water all around and it is wavy and bobbing me around. I open my mouth and start to swim somewhere since there was nothing I can do at this moment. I turned around and layed on my back. Sometime passes. I open my eyes after drifting off to sleep and I'm looking at the sky. I see a very blue moon with thin cloud slightly obscuring it. The sky is completely black and I see a second moon. It was right next to the first moon and when I moved my hand the moon distorted a little. Then I realized that this was the reflected surface of the water I was in. I had completely drifted off to sleep for an unknown amount of hours and it was now night time. NO sooner I realized that some people who was nearby spotted me and others in the water. I was pulled from behind on to the shore along with that volcano thing that was stuck onto my foot. I looked at it and my foot was in the opening. I pulled my foot out of there and I think broke it in the process.
In this dream I had decided to save the world through enlightenment. This is something I decided to do in waking life about a year ago but only recently is it really sinking in and reflecting in my dreams. And I've recently come into contact with the Boddhisattva vows, which is all about being enlightened to save the world, rather than for the sake of one's own Nirvana. It resonated so well with me, because I was already on a path similar to that of a Boddhisattva. I remembered the dream so crystal clearly when I woke up, but now that I've opened my eyes and started to write, it's gone... I remember being in my car (I don't have a car IWL anymore, it was my old car from years ago) and I was giving people a ride, except I was introducing them to enlightenment on the way. Or I don't exactly remember driving it, but I remember it felt like the car was way past full, like 10 people in this little hatchback. To my mind, as I was introducing them to enlightenment, it felt like I was literally saving their lives and their reactions confirmed it. There was something else about this dream... I can't remember what it was... Gahd dammit...
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Date of Dream: TUE 23 JAN - 2018 Dream No. 269 - School Thug Invasion I think the dream started with me in a store called something along the lines of Constantina's which was a vintage clothing chain. There were a lot of items that I wanted to buy but I could only buy so much because I had a certain amount of money, so I had to choose carefully. I tried a few things on and then went to the shelves where they had all the jewellery and accessories. I have forgotten the order of scenes for the rest of the dream so I will recap what I think the sequence was. I heard that there was some crazy shooting going on at Camelot Rise Primary School and so that's where I rushed off to, to see what was going on. When I got there, I found out that AD was the main subject under attack and so I had to do something about it. In the main undercover area, there was a huge mass of thug apes, some with jetpacks and some without and the Cooper gang were also there; Sly, Murray and Carmelita, all turned to face Bentley who was giving them each instructions for their jobs. First, Carmelita flew around on a jetpack but I forgot what she was supposed to destroy. Next, Murray was due to take out the further incoming ape thugs without the jetpacks himself. As soon as I realised his job was about to start, I ran up to him and so he bobbed down to pick me up and place me onto his back, me then clipping my arms around his neck to stay secure while he started lashing out at the thugs. After Murray was done, I became aware of the growing trouble on the school grounds and that Sly's job was made super difficult. So I ran off in an attempt to find Dreamy WB. As I was going, I slowed down to walk past the prep playground and see AD and a few other Killester students being tormented by some of the other thugs that weren't in the main area. After I had seen enough, I picked up the pace and headed out of the school gates. As I was walking down the roads, I called out “Dreamy WB!”, there was no response. I eventually ended up in some beautifully paved parkland surrounded by heaps of tall trees, almost like a rainforest. By then, I had called Dreamy WB heaps of times and there was still nothing. I ran to stop in the middle of the pavement, puffing and panting while trying one last time to call for her. My attempts were stopped by a weird sight of this person approaching me. As they came to me, I saw that they didn't have a face, it was all just a canvas of blank white skin. Due to the hair and the build of the body though, I thought I knew who it was. I say very quietly and hesitantly, “Wait a minute, are you CK?”. Indeed I was correct as the most creepy thing now happened... The face was morphing and was literally “growing” the eyes, nose and mouth of CK. Her face was complete but what scared me was the previous morphing. Still traumatised, I just blankly stared at her and then gave an ear piercing scream, ultimately being forced awake. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
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Morning of May 27, 1995. Saturday. I find myself in the backyard of the Cubitis property in late morning. I vaguely recall a childhood dream (same setting and time) where a flying saucer hovered above me, casting a large round shadow over an area of the backyard and upon me. I am not viably lucid (that is, I remain unaware that I am dreaming), but there is faux lucidity where I illogically make the connections as relevant to presumed reality. I find the situation more interesting than threatening. Zsuzsanna is present in the living room, looking through the east windows. I tell her of how this has happened before, and that the last time, I ran south, somehow vertically running straight down the side of a ravine, then running horizontally on the ground and across the surface of the river, and running vertically straight up the other side to continue running normally. As I decide to attempt this again (even after over twenty-five years), I look back as I start to cheerfully run and see it is not a flying saucer but a hot air balloon. This puzzles me and instead of running straight down the side of the deep ravine as I near it, I awake with a slight falling sensation and with a mild hypnopompic kick. I am close to laughing aloud shortly after waking. Liminal space fallacy: This is a specific type of faux lucidity, where I attempt to duplicate an event from an older dream without realizing I am dreaming, yet I also perceive my situation as only my dream self could in a dream. Even so, this faux reasoning is something that could not occur in consciousness, and additionally, cannot even be logically perceived or resolved as even being possible, yet it is, as I am very familiar with its dynamics. For me, this proves that dreams are of an entirely different nature, purpose, and meaning than what most people claim. Faux threads: Cubitis has not been my home since June 1978. Zsuzsanna has never been to America. The shadow was cast in the wrong direction (oriented southerly instead of westerly). There were no deeper ravines near where I lived. It is not possible to run vertically down or up the side of a ravine or run over the surface of a river. Literal threads: Zsuzsanna’s presence, genuine recall of a childhood dream from 1969. Current thread: Zsuzsanna’s presence only (that is, no viable recall of any other current life status, including our present address). Vestibular system thread: The hot air balloon, in addition to being associated with breathing while sleeping, was biologically premonitory of the hypnopompic kick. (Falling in a dream is usually the result of natural vestibular system ambiguity by inherently not being able to balance the imaginary dream body in unconsciousness. As such, it is unrelated to the popular myth of “interpretation”.) Emergent consciousness thread: The hot air balloon’s shadow signifies the looming essence of the conscious self and the inevitability of waking. This implies a different form of RAS mediation than when the preconscious is dominantly personified to rouse the emergent consciousness thread.
Falling off a cliff. I was in a desert like the one from the first dark tower book. I was with my dad and brother and we were climbing a deep ravine. At the top of a cliff was a horse and I was planning on riding the horse. I got to the top of the cliff but the last part was really hard. There was nothing to grab. I grabbed at a plant root but it had thorns in it and I hurt my hand. My brother was there and I asked him to grab my hand and pull me up. He did and I was almost up the cliff but he let go and I fell backwards to my death. Don't remember landing. There was a nother vivid dream that i did recall but no details are coming to me.
closing my eyes I can see stars when I'm not outside I become lucid the lucidity of the darkness becomes an intent light flickering and shimmering around my very being as I'm lucid I can still see the darkness the darkness lucidity and the light lucidity was a lot different the shape of my dream become that of a blinding light space starts forming as star particle's over and over am I my own galaxy am I alien or human who has this power to control space and time I think to myself as I'm becoming lucid the darkness flicker the light once again I fall into a deep sleep I still know my eyes are closed yet I'm in a world where I see thing more vibrant then when I'm awake the universe becomes destroyed as a simple blink I can destroy galaxies and space with a mere gesture yet when I destroy the universe more galaxies and space form every time I close my eyes
My old friend Saimi and I are sitting at a table by the city’s inner wall, having coffee. They are thick walls, built with greyish stone, and through a window in the wall—a rough hole with a metal grid across it—we can see something a little troubling taking place: a small group of oni is building a campfire there, in the courtyard area between this wall and the outer one. They’re larger than humans, with colorful skin and wearing rough clothing, some of it made from animal skins. It’s odd, I think to myself. It’s been ages since I’ve read, watched or played anything with oni in it. The ones I can recall looked different. And yet, these guys strike me as familiar—familiar as individuals, even. I can’t account for it. Anyway, Saimi and I have business to take care of. I have been investigating a series of mysterious events that Saimi has been involved with in some way—something from a dream from earlier in the night that I can no longer remember— and since our last meeting, my research has turned up something quite interesting. We have two small pages of text with us that appeared when the events took place and that we suspect may be connected to them somehow—both the same text, but one copy in English and one in Korean. They seem to concern some kind of game. The oni—whom we’ve been keeping a watchful eye on this whole time—are now entering through the gate, which isn't far from where we're sitting, and roaming the city square. Presumably, they're looking for someone to eat. Should we move? We decide not to. They'll probably be satisfied with only one person, and there’s only a small chance it’ll be one of us. We continue talking. But suddenly, I feel myself grabbed from behind and carried backwards. My espresso cup falls to the ground and rolls away. I call out something to Saimi as I struggle to get free—but then the dream shifts around us. I’m not sure now whether it was something I did intentionally or something that just happened, but at any rate, I seem to be better prepared for it than the oni are. While they’re trying to figure out what just happened, I break loose and run for it. Or rather, my character on the screen does, since I’m now experiencing this as a video game. I get a few screens away, at which point I know I’m safe. From there, I explore the town where I now am for a little while, going into houses and talking to the people there—and then I seem to be on my computer, checking my email. As I watch, new emails are arriving in my inbox every few seconds, which is unusual. Something big must be happening. And then I wake up. (22.1.17)
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