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Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

Woke up at: 10:00 AM



Dream 01:
I remember being in a white and sterile environment, much like an empty doctor's office or some high-tech research facility. I think in the dream I was fighting some monster, a theme that hadn't been present since I was, well, 12 years old. I seemed to have god powers in the dream as well, and the fight is heavily one-sided. I feel a sense of deep empowerment and relief as I slice up the enemy Kingdom Hearts II style, and finishing it off by slicing it with light powers.

And that is the end of it.



Dream 02:
I'm in high school again as I spot my old friend, Ace. It's an awkward introduction at first, since I kind of, let's say, burned a few bridges with her that I'm not proud of. A wave of embarrassment runs down my face, stress sweat, blushing, heating up, you get the idea.

In the dream she has completely black hair for some reason, and she is wearing a faded dark-grey jacket. She always seems to dye her hair (Even when I knew her way back when) so I didn't really catch on and do a reality check. Anyway, I start talking to her. She's still her usual chipper and weird self, and she kind of doesn't really care that I had burned bridges with her. Though her proportions have changed (AKA her butt was bigger for some reason).

I begin to wonder "Why am I still so worked up about it after all these years?" but brush that aside to continue having a conversation with her. We were at the cafeteria, but for some odd reason the lunch ladies and food aren't there. They always seemed to have a habit of setting up after the students got there anyhow.


NOTES:

1. The whole theme of fighting god monsters and reuniting with old friends is quite weird all things considered. These are all things that have never happened to me in recent years, due in part to me having wanted to forget about them. Maybe my subconsciousness is trying to tell me something here.

2. This is the 5th dream in a row where I was in some kind of foreign or fantastical environment. Being in my room used to be one of my biggest reality checks and now I'm barely even inside my house in dreams anymore. Perhaps I'm getting slightly more detached from reality? Could be.

With one week remaining in 2017, I had hoped to end the year with at least one last lucid dream. Within days of this decision, my resolve has been rewarded with a night of several intense dreams—one of them lucid:

INT. GYMNASIUM - DAY

I return to work after Christmas break. The company has rented a huge new facility in the interim. I nervously try to find my way around the strange complex. My colleagues are exercising in the morning before going to work: basketball, soccer, swimming--wait, what? Yes, two swimmers stroke past, near at hand. Suddenly, I myself sink up to my neck in water, too. The magical appearance of a swimming pool all around me startles my consciousness awake and I achieve...lucidity! I quickly begin to engage the dream, attempting to stabilize my awareness. But, as usual, I awake right away--this time due to my alarm clock's chirping at 6:21 AM.

I have had similar success in achieving lucidity in the past, after volunteering to participate in a dream study whose submission deadline I missed by only a couple of weeks. (Tardy subconscious! But better late than never.)

3 mg melatonin, 1500 µg vitamin B12, and brief meditation before an 11:15 PM bedtime.

As I was walking around a big goat like creature with horns attacked me: Fear me, for I'm great Krampus!
I laughed on that. As I walked it ran against me... and I slapped it and one horn had fallen from its head broken. And creature vanished. I tried to find it, but... well I was walking around for some time and I didn't find it. When I was in one house I saw a man who was looking on window where flies flew. And that man told me: You are looking for Krampus- one of the flies saw him, we must extract it from its brain (as if fly has any brain) I tried to catch the fly but I squashed it accidentally.

When I got out I was in my city so I walked to bus station to take a bus to my village. But on the station I saw some crates full of clockmakers tools close to garbage bins. When I saw that I quickly started to look any usable tool I saw there not wanting to let those tools be wasted... Sonia walked around me, while calling, that I will miss my bus home. I told her to take that bus, that I need to save those tools, that they are unique and precious. So she went with the bus and I was left on the station, searching through crates till the end of dream.

Remarks
I saw a film on TV named Krampus(2015) and when my 5 years old daughter told me that she fears that monster, I told her, that it is more laughable than scary.
My father was clockmaker and I was repairing clocks in past too... and I still have tools for repairing of clocks.
My friend had shoulder long hair here- she has about 15cm longer hair in reality. I wonder whether she got her hair clipped

12/27/2017
Walking around some fancy big house decorated nicely. Sitting down and seeing my boyfriends ex-boss come in and sit sort of close to me. He asks me what I want for my birthday, and I keep saying 'I don't know'. He pulls out a plastic tube thing that can expand itself and there's a girl across the room and it stretches one end from her to me. He wanted me to tell her what I wanted. I imagined myself what it would be like to be on plane to Paris and in Paris. Then imagined myself on a beach in the sand,
alone. The weather dreary with dark-ish clouds yet sunlight shining through. A bit chilly wind. The contrast of the image of it was beautiful. I was in a white sun like dress/beach dress. I finally said through the tin-can talk like device "Mani Pedi and a bottle of wine"

TAUP E W Letters
Dreaming of some kind of game where I had to choose a name and I chose "TAU P" or "TAUP E" and someone getting angry cuz the game wouldnt start because I had their name? I didn't care and kept trying to have "TAUP E"




So I haven't been around in years. Gonna update some dreams I've had in the last few weeks right now, below.



12/23/2017

Went to my boyfriend best friends dads house and was in flip flops walking in muddy water. Was packing my stuff up from us staying there, and stealing Now and Laters and Suckers from a candy drawer to take with me. Something about my BFFE; possibly BF related.

12/23/17 Fragments
-My sister bought Vanilla ice cream, and was carrying it in a plastic bag up the steps to my porch.
-Boy->Paranoia
-Me in a towel at boyfriends best friends dads house, in front of lots of 'football' type guys/men I keep trying to make sure I'm covered by pulling my towel up.

OLDER DREAMS START HERE; SOME CODED SENTENCES FOR PRIVACY.

so my dream was we were all in NC.. we were at Gma's and there was a secret huge room in her house collecting old stuff over the years of ours. I wanted to go in there. Switches to everybody being there and i see Lil D with cigarette in her hand. I find out C slept with S and i stabbed her then burnt the house down but tried saving the kids. I got outside to the road and saw the fire through the window (silhouette) and then i ran back to try to get the kid who was going back inside but when i walked inside everything was fine/.alive no fire and all talking and what not. I thought I was going crazy again, and told C what happened.
you can stop reading here.
coded for myself:
Switch to us being in a hotel room ( a nice one) and C has dinab weird tv.. music choice station 805 ? LOMF- smiles. i see dinab & ask; yes; chsbkapeirwu me frus. mad.


dreams:
i opened the front door and there was some guy sitting on the porch (i didn't see him though but his legs out my eye corner) and he was saying something but i couldnt make out what he was saying. i quickly shu the door and dead bolted and locked it. grabbed L and there was another guy in the house.. ran into our room and locked the door told C and me and L went in my closet and locked the door. C went and killed them with a knife. i somehow felt one of the bad guys knives and i was superly amazed at how sharp it was. dream over. (i seem to have woken up directly after this one)

dream two:
first of all-- L for real got tropical starbursts on halloween so ive seen them lately.. a two pack.. red and yellow)
dream-- on halloween i gave some tropical starbursts ( a few) and she liked them. on christmas i gave her a huge bag and she was really happy.
then something like... being in your van mom?? i think.. but anyway.. i was talking about how this tiny cup/glass still had melted ice and a tiny amount of water in it. was amazed the ice was still there.


also some weird dream where i was walking through some weird camp like buildings that were really small and everyone door being open and i could see what each person was doing. then i had to walked back up through them all inside them.. cuz i guess there was doors connected them. i was on my way to my room i think??? i stopped by a room with 3 women who were in a women's club and were staying camping at the place. for some reason one of them was getting a mammogram done/preparing for it.]


12/25/2017 - Fragment
Dream about some kind of fire. Don't know.

Date of Dream: WED 27 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 250 - Separated Sections

Dream 250 A - A Christmas Blessing
I don't remember what happened at the start of this dream. From where I do remember, I was in some random, unknown place. To me, it looked the inside of a van/trailer. I was thinking about sending a Christmas wish to WB via messaging on the phone. This dream simulated a lot of emotions common to the real life scenario (which I didn't end up going ahead with). In the dream, I did send the message off and then I just sat there, shaking in my boots because I thought she'd get really angry and even press block on me for trying to wish her a Merry Christmas.

The dream skipped forward a few minutes and I actually got a reply on my phone. It was a message lengthier than one I would potentially receive in real life. In the dream, WB told me that she bumped into my mum and that WB actually bought me something for Christmas this year. It was a red, felt-like ornament bent into some curvy C-shape which she had attached a photo of below her online text. As soon as I touched the photo with my finger, the ornament disappeared from the white table cloth in the photo and appeared on my lap. That's all I can remember for this dream.

Dream 250 B - Refurbished School
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was back at Killester for a visit... Again. I was walking around and as usual, trying to locate WB. In the dream, she was still in Year 11 where I wasn't in year 12. I asked a few girls where the year 11 area was and I eventually worked out that it was this three storey coloured building in the middle of the school, close to the library.

Some girls had classes on the second floor and others had classes on the third floor. I went in on the second floor and saw girls including EO, BB and EL in a classroom, but not WB. I asked them all where WB was but they didn't have an idea. Egat eventually told me to try and look in the newly refurbished year 12 building. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 250 C - Crazy Class Baking
I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was going for a visit at Camelot Rise Primary School. I don't exactly recall what my intention was over there. I think I was trying to see if I could see any familiar teachers around from when I was there in real life. I eventually came across my year 6 teacher but wanted to avoid him for some reason. He ended up just walking after me but as soon as I started running from him, he started running after me!

He chased me down the one side of the steps near the main courtyard, I'm surprised that in the dream, I didn't fall down the stairs but was rather able to keep running. The wild goose chase got to the side of the biggest classroom in the school with faced out onto the year 5/6 playground. He got so close to me at one point and then he actually grabbed me and caught me. He was being super cheerful but I just found the situation extremely awkward and I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Soon, I was by myself again and I found that I was in the area of the year 4 portables. I eventually ran into my year 6 maths teacher and she was also very happy to see me but this encounter was pleasant rather than awkward. She said that her class was busy but that I was invited to join 4J for some Christmas festivities. I entered the classroom of 4J to be greeted by an unfamiliar teacher. She said that the class and her were supposed to be baking Christmas cakes.

The dream skipped scenes to my current house and apparently we were going to do the baking in my kitchen. I was helping the teacher to open the oven and this little blonde haired boy was standing near us, constantly haggling us for something and acting slightly bratty. I ended up telling off the little boy but the teacher said not to. I explained to her that they were in my house and so I had the right to tell him to keep safe and not tamper with my stuff. There was a snippet in the dream where it showed the finished product of the beautifully iced Christmas cookies. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

-(L)-Caught a FA. I noticed the fan was running and the display was on even though the actual thing (outside the dream) was off. I got out of bed, and looked N, and then a gray and white cat got my attention. I walked over to pet it, and it purred. Suddenly, both it and Snickers were sleeping on my bed. (Also, this new cat was about the same size as Snickers)
-I was inside a cool underground facility in a room with tables full of unrecognized junk. I walked into an adjacent room that was smaller, the last, and the ceiling was a skylight. It was during the night, and I saw some parking lot lights, and the wall of a building. Suddenly, the dream let me know of a person that was walking closer to me with Satan. They were one the floor above me. I can’t remember the whole conversation, but I replied, “Is there a way that can leave without pain or death?” The guy said, “You’ll just look from your window!” I replied, “No, I can’t, this place is underground.” [Skip] Back in the bigger, first room, Alan was sitting in a random, comfy chair. The chair was also 2-sided. Next, we set up some unstable stairs (which consisted of one wooden chair, and the brown rocking chair (comfy) to try to reach the floor above us.
-Liberty Ridge had a road that came in from the northeast. There happened to be a gas station in the north corner, and another gas station in the east corner. So, we got out of the car, walked into the east gas station shop, and bought some cereal.
[New Scene]
I found myself in England with Jeremy Clarkson. I said, “Britain needs more mountains. [Talking a little about Washington mountains and hikes.]” He was like, “Yeah.” It didn’t matter where I was, whether I was standing there, driving somewhere else; all I saw was slightly rolling, green landscape.
[New Scene]
So I was playing Smash 4 with an acquaintance. I was Mario, and he was Greninja. He had the tag “Mew2King.” I beat him, of course. The killing blow was a reverse Ore Club hit. The stage was Kalos Pokemon League. Earlier, I saw some notes that M2K himself apparently made. It contained a list of everybody that we was going to play against that day.
-I spawned (I think) in a forest on a trail, with a backpack. The stuff in the backpack included a huge bucket of pencils, a 5-subject notebook, some scraps of foil, and maybe some food. Along the trail, I dropped the foil, and decided that seeing what was ahead was more important than retrieving the foil. I soon came to a river (deep, fast-flowing) that I needed to cross. There was ice cover up to 15ft from some rocks over the river. I looked around for a couple of sticks that were big enough to help me cross. I found one that was satisfactory, and one that was not. By now, the ice and snow were almost gone, so I started to walk across. Two steps in, and I find a very suitable stick, just standing in the river. A couple more steps in, and I come to a dual-floored deck. (I was now 15ft above the river) I carefully climbed down to the second level, and jumped from there onto a 45° deck slope. Now on the other side of the river, I decided to set up a beacon pillar, since it was getting dark. The light itself looked exactly like a thermal discouragement beam. The dream camera then switched and panned down the river for a while before coming to stop, where a few people were coming. Also I noticed two other beacons from that camera angle.
[New Scene]
I found myself in some kind of school, still with my backpack. I had no clue of what I was supposed to be doing. There was one point where I had gotten a writing utensil out, and put it back. Another scene happened, where a young female asked me if she knew me. I was like, “You look familiar…..did you go to KLE?” “No.” “Then nope.” [Skip] The TARDIS appeared in the floor around the TARDIS. They acted similar to black holes, except the compressions lasted for about 3 seconds each. Everyone (all 4 of us) rushed into the TARDIS to avoid the random compressions, but before we got there, compressions tried to kill us. We eventually got in one by one until all of us were protected from the gravitational forces inside the TARDIS.
Lucid Time: 30-60 seconds

DJ Log: December 26, 2017 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am floating around a familiar yard with several people, one of them is guiding us around. He is my cousin, who will be known as "J" here. He is playing several records and I am scrambling to write down the artists/tracks on random bits of paper I find laying around. We move to another part of the yard and he plays more music and I find a stack of Post-it notes and write down several titles. I look up and there are two large cylindrical "cakes" of coiled copper magnet wire with a steel pin in the center of the tops. Next to both of them is a cube of similarly caked wire. When he places a record on one of the cylinders, a group of squares illuminate on the cube. There is a section with 3 rows and 3 columns and just to the right a column with 4 rows. The illuminated squares control the music playback. There are no wires connecting any of the components.

I look back at my notes and they are all blank. ...I think, "Oh shit, I'm dreaming. I need to remember what music this is so I can find it when I wake up." I awaken with my mind as blank as the notes. I got up and quickly sketched the strange record playing machine that I saw in the dream.

(Note: The music that was playing was very heavily technical, yet minimalistic drum-n-bass, similar to several things in my collection from Dylan & Facs under the Biotic record label.)

#518 - IDWILD - 2:30PM

I guess by now these In-Dream-Wake-Initiated-Lucid-Dreams shouldn't really surprise me (a bit of an oxymoron I suppose). I'm sure I've said this before, but I feel they more closely fit the category of DILD or DEILD because, I probably am already dreaming when I start them. However, sometimes I really don't recall what started them so it's hard to say, but it always feels like a real WILD. Usually I have a non lucid dram sequence with some kind of back story, but other times, like last night, I have no recall of what triggered it. Are they random or are they intentionally started after a brief awaking? Perhaps, it's linked to my history of waking in sleep paralysis that I have so often turned into a gateway. Sometimes I just don't know. I don't have a lot of LD's these days for lack of effort, but I haven't abandoned the practice completely so, I take what I get. Anyway, I am hesitant to try to start a new term, but IDWILD really seems to be a thing for me so I'm calling it that for now.This dream could have been awesome, but unfortunately, when you share a bed, there are external factors at play.

I find myself in a typical WILD transition. I have separated easily but it's dark. I try clapping my hands repeatedly and the effort and feeling of it makes the dream more vivid. The lights come on and I float around my bedroom and house shouting with excitement to be having another lucid dream after such a long period of time. I start to settled down and decide what to do, but a noise wakes me up.

I tap my wife to stop snoring and intend to make an entry in my DJ but I falsely do it in another jumbled dream sequence. I wake again note the time. I roll over and pass out for good. At this point I'm not even sure if my wife even snored of if it was a FA. I forgot the tricky nature of these altered states of consciousness and dreaming. Maybe next time I'll be more vigilant.

Morning of December 25, 2017. Monday.



I am with my wife Zsuzsanna in a white skiff of which is moving slowly over the beautiful ocean in late afternoon. She is facing me, seeming very cheerful, sitting at the opposite end of the skiff. Behind her, in the distance, I see a mountainous rocky cape. I vaguely anticipate the eventual appearance of Talos (the giant automaton made of bronze, from the 1963 “Jason and the Argonauts” film) from behind the rocky region ahead and on my right, closest to our heading. Becoming semi-lucid and recognizing this as the RAS factor with no attempt to modulate it, I decide to will the skiff to turn right, into a narrow estuary bordered by high hills, with the idea that Talos will not see us. Eventually, the water is shallower and we slowly pass, on our right, two military jeeps with about seven men in total. At first, I am wary of them, as I suspect they have weapons, but then I decide that they must be here to fight Talos and are not interested in us. The general impassively watches us as our skiff approaches an area too shallow to continue, but there is no sense of threat and they remain in their positions.

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In a dream, being in a boat is autosymbolism for vaguely discerning the physical body in sleep, more so when muscles are more relaxed. Water is the absence of emotion and the essence of sleep and this dream begins with the common water induction. I anticipate RAS mediation as a possible threat. The RAS modulation precursor and potential emergent consciousness factor is rendered as Talos, though Talos is only seen briefly in the distance. There is semi-lucid mediation (not modulation) which seemingly results in the transference of Talos to the army general and WLWS (Water Lowering Waking Symbolism, which is common for me). Right-side oriented waking symbolism occurs (while sleeping on my left side).

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This is a rather long dream, and I don't have time to type it all out in detail...

It took place at the train station, but we were having a biology lecture there. We also did some bowling. But weirder. I got into an argument with a childhood friend who was breaking an ancient sculpture for fun. I got pretty angry, but we hugged it out after. During the bowling we were supposed to do som multiple choice tasks and hand them in. I never did, because I didn't feel like it was important. The professor confronted me about it after class. I started looking through my backpack for some previous hand ins I hadn't done either. While he waited he looked through my notes and found a drawing of a flower. Quite psychedelic.

He said it was OK. "No hand in-s for a fellow acid head" and smiled. I started explaining the flower, he wrote "lucid?" on one of the leafs. I didn't think much of it but we started talking about lucid dreaming. He asked and I told him that I lucid dream regularly. But that it hadn't been so good during finals.
Suddenly it dawned on me that I had already had all my exams, so there was no reason for me to be in class. And further more it was weird that my professor was at my parents house... I realized that I was dreaming. He had a big grin on his face. I laughed loudly for a long time. But it sounded strange.

The dream was unusually vivid and life like. I felt like doing some tasks of the month. I spoke to my sister, but I can't remember what. I went downstairs and sat down with my parents having breakfast. I asked my father if I could have the vial of forbidden knowledge he wears around his neck. He pulled it out from underneath his shirt. He did, it looked like a jewel. I was expecting a powerful trip, but nothing happened. It tasted OK, but far from good, more like OK for a medicine.

After I realized that nothing was going to happen I decided that I would continue on with the tasks. First I would head outside and fly to a buffet in an ironman suit. But once I got into the driveway I suddenly got an overwhelming urge to take a dump.

Warning. It gets a bit graphic beyond this point.

Seeing as it was just a dream I just pulled my pants down right there. But nothing could have prepared me for the foulness that followed. It was coming out
by the liters every secong and it lasted for quite a while. It got so messy I just took of all my clothes once I was done and decided to continue on in the nude.

My sister came out. I showed her how the shit had bore a deep hole into the ground and now groundwater was pouring up cleaning it away.

Then suddenly seemingly for no reason I woke. I suspect it was a sound in the house IRL.

Edit: I got out of bed. Stomach was as is to be expected on christmas morning in my part of the world....

Date of Dream: MON 25 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 249 - The Chisholm Wanderer

I don't remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was at TAFE. KW was taking one of the classes but I forgot what class it was exactly. I went outside into the corridor for some reason although the class was still going. In the dream, there were lockers in the corridor where as there are no lockers in real life. I didn't seem to know what I was doing in the dream and I had no control over where I was going.

It was only once I wandered far enough from the TAFE that I had finally felt I'd gotten myself lost. I was now trying to work my way back to the building but no matter where I went, I just got more and more lost. At one point, I tried backtracking but the path changed and I was now at a dead end with this black coloured water puddle appearing at the end of it.

The next solution was to call for Dreamy WB. I had to call for her many times and still, I didn't feel like there was any result. I eventually said, “Look, Dreamy WB, I know it's hard for you to come but please, I'm lost and I need to find my way back”. It was then that I felt this familiar, warm energy begin to surround me as I got lifted off the ground.

Dreamy WB wasn't in full form but she wasn't invisible either... It's hard to describe her appearance in this dream. After lifting me off the ground, and placing me in her lap, a cloud appeared below her... She was riding on a somewhat transparent cloud in this dream. I found that she had taken me back right to where I had started; in the corridor with the lockers. She had dropped me off and I was left standing there on my own, looking into the classroom. The dream then ended and I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

This dream was set in a universe where everything is like it is now (and so we have all the advanced technology that we have right now), except that the USSR and all the other communist states still exist. I was almost done with college (computer science), and I had to go do an internship.

As I looked through all the available internship positions on the internet, I saw one that was quite interesting, to say the least. It was an internship as system administrator in communist Romania, for leader Nicolae Ceausescu. It sounded quite crazy and adventurous, and I got to work together with a supreme leader of a country, imagine that! So I was totally into it and I took the internship.

I don't think I saw much of Bucharest or of Romania in general. The dream skipped straight to the offices of Ceausescu. He was giving me a tour around the building, telling me where everything is, telling me what my job is, etc. He told me that I would be paid in a cryptocurrency called DigitalSilver (doesn't exist in real life, by the way).

I ended up sitting in an office that looked a lot like my grandma's (dad's mom) kitchen. I was there together with 2 others, a male cook and a female secretary. We were all doing our thing: I was doing some indistinct tasks on a terminal, the cook was cooking food, and the secretary was filling in some documents. Ceausescu was roaming around the building the whole time, occasionally coming in to check on us.
At some point my mom calls me to ask how everything's going. I said everything is fine.

Spoiler for *** WARNING: GRAPHIC PART ***:

All seemed pretty chill, until at some point, Ceausescu notices an error in what the secretary was doing. He gets angry, grabs a large knife, and stabs it right into her face. It was pretty gory. He cut a whole part out of her face, like the entire middle part cut out like an apple, so that there was only a huge pyramid-shaped wound left. Her eye was hanging out of the socket. As he got the knife out and let go of her shoulder, her corpse fell down on the desk and blood was gushing out of her face. The whole scene was very upsetting.

My heart was beating very rapidly and I looked at the cook. He pretended as though he didn't see it, so I did the same. At this point I was very scared, but I tried to stay calm. I should just continue working, and avoid making any errors, and by the end of the week I can go home. Then it's just a matter of simply no longer coming back (to hell with that school degree). I continued working as best as I could, double checking every command I entered into the terminal. But I felt very very scared, and the thought of possibly getting a knife to the face like what I just saw scared me shitless and I could no longer concentrate. The more I thought of it, the faster my heart was beating, and my hands started shaking.

I wanted to call up my mom with my android phone. I waited until Ceausescu exited the room, and then I ran upstairs. This place looked a lot like my other grandma's (mom's mom) upstairs hall, together with all the bedrooms. I went behind a bed and took my cellphone. However, I had this eerie feeling that Ceausescu might've followed me, so I didn't call yet. Rather I waited for a while to hear if there wasn't any noise coming from another room. And there was no noise, but I was still very paranoid, so I slowly crawled around to check on the other bedroom.

As I peeked into the bedroom, to my surprise, I saw my SNES on a nightstand. That was very suspicious, it might be a trap. So I peeked a little further, sticking my head into the room a little. And, just as I feared, I saw Ceausescu's shadow on the floor, he was waiting for me behind the corner! I was incredibly scared and I froze. Then I made a snap decision to just flee from the place and go back downstairs to the office.

I asked the cook how I could claim the DigitalSilver tokens for the work I had done so far. Somehow, I had the time (and bad priorities) to first claim my DigitalSilver, trade them for litecoins, and sending them over to my wallet. Then I darted for the exit and the dream was over.

So the plan is that me, my 2 brothers, my neice and nephew, and my parents would all pack up and go out to eat, go to a museum, return home and open presents, and finally go to church in the evening. It was early morning when the day started. We had to take several cars for reasons not explained to me. First trip involved brother Kris driving my dad, me going with mother and the niece and nephew, and older brother going alone.
After a few hours we arrived at the restaurant. I sat down at a separate table from everyone else since the original table my family sat at could only hold 5 of us. Slowly my family came and sat with me, leaving only mother and brother Jeff sitting at the original table. Dad looked very seriously at Kris for a few seconds and started to say something of great importance..."No more biscuits for you." Kris had eaten some biscuits before we started our trip and apparently they gave him horrible gas. He stunk up the car the whole ride down here. I sighed and accepted that I would be smelling him too the next several hours until we reach our destination, but dad said the biscuits would take some time before they start affecting Kris. Long enough that I probably wouldn't be stuck in the car with him any longer.

Kris assumed I would not be going with him now, so he started arguing to mother about it and throwing a fit. I tried telling him I planned on riding with him next, but he wouldn't let me get a word in. Kris then called me names and I actually for some reason started crying. This gave me an opening to speak, and I told him it was always my plan to go with him next. While riding with him towards our destination I was catching up on some Overwatch news. The Overwatch League had started and there was an event going on for all the players to get rewarded and stay entertained while the competitions were going on. Xqc, a professional player, had gotten suspended for raging and throwing. He had to sit out the entire event. He decided to record some youtube videos on the PTR in the meantime. There were some new skins and emotes, but also a strange feature added to the hero Mercy. She was given a new ability that spawned up to 5 avatars that didn't do anything but spin around her and emote. They were transparent monks colored red, blue, green, yellow, and black. This seemed to be a beta feature that was supposed to be removed. It may be a future ability for a new hero.

We now arrived at the museum and all got out of the cars. Niece Adira started running off on her own towards the place. Someone sure seems excited to visit. We all wait in line to go enter, meanwhile I catch the name of the place (I don't remember now what it was called) and judging by the singing I hear, it appears to be an opera house of some sort. Just great...Also, it has a cost of like $40 per person and it is a 2 day event. Mother pays for us all to enter and we take our seats. There is a singing performance with a choir. The crowd is mostly older folk and the style is not my favorite. On the way in they gave everyone brochures with all the artists and performances that would be playing in order. An employee noticed my disinterest and offered me a game system to play while this all was going on. I took a look at it and it seemed to be a 3DS and a few games, but it was all on paper, folded up. It seemed to be a future console that used new technology. It would all still work the same, but it could be folded up for easy storage. I gave it back to the employee because it would be rude to ignore the performance and play alone.

There was a stage where one of the singers would stand and people could go up and take pictures with him. There was much applauding and crowd interaction. After the initial song things started getting a bit more lively and interesting. There was a duet. After that performance was a solo singer who had a great voice, and was singing a christian song. The twist though is that she never practiced for this song and it was not a mainstream song. She had to improv the whole thing. Everyone cheered for her as they were all quite impressed. I was actually really bored and disinterested the whole time. The next act had everyone get out of their seats and start jumping and clapping and moving their bodies to get some energy in the place but I was the only one in the crowed still sitting. I expected to be called out and asked to participate, but they did not call on me. The final act I saw before waking up had the stage right above our seats. The man above was doing magic tricks. Amazing tricks where his hand would appear to be floating without an arm, tricks that involved animals doing strange things, and many other typical magic tricks. I was impressed at first, and found out the magician was in fact David Copperfield, but when I looked more closely I could see the whole thing was a sham. He was hiding behind cardboard and paintings to give the illusion he was standing in front and showing off, but the crowd could only see fake imagery of the magician. Nothing there was real or live. It was all props. That was why the things he was doing made no sense. It would have been just as bad if he was digitally editing an entire performance and showing it on a screen.

Morning of December 24, 2017. Sunday.



The foundation of this dream was totally unexpected, as it was based on a computer program I wrote nearly fifteen years ago and of which I had not thought about for years, before we moved from Brisbane.

I am in an unknown residence but which seems to be where we are implied to be living. My youngest son and I are looking at a large poster-sized image of surreal imagery. In some sections, there are human-like figures of which were created randomly by a special algorithm with a basis for a more natural choice of which next color and in which direction the line would continue. I remember that the first version of my computer program merely had an equal probability for each next line to continue from its previous point. It was like watching an invisible pencil scribble all over the screen, sometimes with insignificant leaf-like or vine-like (or spaghetti-like) patterns (and of course sometimes going beyond the range of the screen and coming back again, though my second version did not have this potential occurrence). Using probability based on a real drawing or other image was more interesting, though still resulted in surreal images that usually did not really look like much of anything. Bitmap (BMP file) templates had to be used (for gleaning probability of particular values as a percentage of the original total), each template image of course producing different results.

I begin to consider that it is very strange, yet intriguing, that images that look so much like people standing around were created randomly. I consider altering how the program is running. My “computer” is very large, bigger than my entire desk in real life. The monitor is the size of a large window. The image appears on the screen and I print it out when I see something interesting.

At one point, I seem to have done something wrong, as when the program starts again, the imagery remains in vertical orientation, looking something like a vine growing upwards, though with “leaves” coming out from each side now and then. I try to adjust it.

Eventually, something quite unusual occurs, as my program seems to be missing certain subroutines. Sections of written print keep appearing along with parts of a Mandelbrot image. It seems like the parts are coming from the same original image, but in unusual irregular swirls and patches over prior imagery. Now I know something is wrong, but I have the false memory that my original template was a Mandelbrot image above a paragraph or two of writing, possibly from a virtual textbook or database. I am somewhat annoyed that it is not working as it should. (I do not consider that I would not have used an image of printed text for any sort of template to produce new random patterns from.) The area of random imagery selected (to be reapplied) is too large to make anything very unique. (This is an unusual false memory which is not perceived as such - yet my thinking skills are otherwise more present than usual as is my current conscious self.)

Just as I think of fixing my program, there is ambiguity of being inside and outside at the same time. A nuclear explosion occurs nearby, though mostly only followed by small fireballs overhead. I get Zsuzsanna and our children and decide to go into a close-by underwater bunker, where I think we might be safe. (This is an attempt at dream state reinduction - returning to the essence of water, which represents the dynamics of sleep, as my sleep was slightly restless towards morning due to the extra warm weather.)

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This dream starts out at some kind of convention. There was some kind of nomination thing that I didn't get nominated in. Angry about that, I leave to go to my house. The only problem: I was lost. As the sun set, I walked across a road that led to some kind of desert. Eventually, it got so dark that I had to turn on my phone and get the flashlight to work. When I turned on my phone, the screen was so dark that I could barely see anything, so I had to GUESS where the brightness slider was. Eventually, I turned up the brightness and turned on the flashlight. The flashlight was so dim that it barely helped, but then I passed the Mexican border and made it to an alternate version of my school. It looked a lot more like Egypt than Mexico, and to the left of the entrance to the cafeteria, there was the great wall of China. I tried to call C's mom to get her to pick me up, but she couldn't for some reason. Eventually, I received some Christmas presents. Everyone was huddled around me as I opened my first present, including my Armenian friend. The first present was literally just a ball of cookie dough. My friend ate a piece of it and then gave it back. i'd say about 90% of what I got was candy, except for one present which was meant for my grandma. It was a poem about how she was unemployed and how she should hand her job down to the rest of the family. It was written in modern English, old English, and possibly old Norse. At my school, we have this news program that talks about stuff in the school, and the episode of that program in this dream was about old English. The intro showed the AE ligature, as well as Thorn. I then woke up.

NUMBER OF TIMES I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO CONTROL ELECTRONIC ITEMS IN DREAMS: 2.