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My alarm is going off. It's incredibly loud and annoying, and my hands are trembling as I try to shut it off. I'm swiping for all I'm worth, and the icons on the screen are sliding left and right, but that sound continues.

I realize that it's not my phone ringing at all. It's my wife's phone. I grab her phone from her and swipe ... swipe ... swipe! ...

The sound is piercing and persistent and annoying.

It goes on for about ten seconds, and I'm thinking about launching the phone at the wall when it dawns on me that this phone isn't ringing either. The ringtone is different.

I wake myself up, genuinely rising out of sleep, and I open my heavy eyes. Beside the bed, my wife's Kindle alarm is going off.

I reach over like a man clawing toward safety, grab the Kindle, swipe toward 'dismiss' or whatever it says.

Finally, It stops.

Should not have watched scenes of this movie, haha! I was in a gun battle with several other people. Two men were shooting at each other, and I was firing my pistol at one of them (he had his back to me). He had a health bar. He was down to 9% health, and my hits (I was definitely hitting him) did no damage, so I suspected "hax". Then at one point two more people attacked me from the left. I grabbed a shotgun and fired on them, but probably missed. Also typical, I found it very hard to pull the trigger of my pistol. This *always* happens in my gun dreams. Triggers are impossible to pull. I didn't get killed, but woke up nevertheless. Let's call it a draw?

I'm in a room with a bunch of other people. We're the German resistance, rebelling against the current German government (present day). Much to my surprise, my grandmother (deceased since 2009, she was a Nazi and fled Germany when the Soviet army invaded from the east) was also a part of the resistance. But then, the government (presumably) sent in a T-1000 (Terminator 2) to hunt us down. We scattered and ran in various directions. We were now in an industrial area, resembling the kind of chemical plant I used to work at. I sprinted as fast as I could which admittedly wasn't fast. Then, I suddenly "remembered" I could fly. I just felt I could. I took off, and flew away from the industrial area, over the river where it was located. I was afraid I might lose altitude and fall in the water, as I hated getting wet, feared drowning and knew I could never take off again from the water. I reached the opposite shore, where there was a city. I was at the waterfront, and saw a man and a woman at a bench. The man was doing magic tricks, though I saw no audience. I was just hovering two feet above the ground instead of walking, and showed it to him saying "I can do magic too!". He did not look impressed, and waved his hand underneath me, thinking there would be a wire or some kind of other object supporting me. But when he saw there was nothing, he realized I was hovering for real. They both looked flabbergasted no. I said I could fly, too. I found it hard to take off from a level surface, so I jumped off the waterfront path (into the water). I flew, and gained some altitude. People were watching now, and to be honest I was being vain and I enjoyed the attention. I did some more stuff like fly up and walk across a building' walls horizontally (briefly).

In a later scene, I was in a supermarket. I met a former colleague (Gaspard). I greeted him and we chatted a bit.

I am actually posting this on March 12 of 2018 but the dreams themselves were from October 6 and 7 of 2017. I am just typing up from older notes.

Dreams from night of October six to seven, 2017

I made a note, after round one of dreams, 2 self tired.

Round 2 of Dreams

Map of day? Showing a family's events. Thing in mall?

Standing near Pokemon Booth. Waiting for a print out. B D. I know I attracted attention.

A plug in a shower faucet. I am plugging a different plug into a. It has an extra power plug?

Cage thing. Now I am running late.

Needing an injection? A guy is screaming.

Mom is with someone. C? I am on the phone with her. Are they smoking? We seem to be at Nana's house.

Round 3 of Dreams

A cat thing was jumping up and biting me. It didn't really hurt but it was weird. I put out some milk for it, to distract it.

I was tired while writing those.

Round 5 of Dreams

I am at the beach at the end of my home town, where they have the football field and the tunnel that goes to the other beach, walking by the drive way in. Someone is smoking. I want to yell at them, but I hold my breath. I run away toward the turtle habitat and avoid the smell.

People trying to look bigger than they are using smaller clothes.

It is 7:58 A M. I am missing the men's meeting! I dial in. G, M, and J's voices? Now the clock says 9:01. It has skipped an hour. I think to myself. Oh, well, at least I can catch the meeting on Sundays.

There are Pokemon on a screen. I see a new fire and water Pokemon.

There is a place to go where it spirals down and I have to jump down the center. It is supposed to be magic. There are no beams. I wonder how they got it to spiral around like that. It is a magical place where if you die, you don't feel any pain, and you immediately incarnate back to where you jumped from with no time having passed. But what is the thing about jumping down? There is a certain layer that you jump to and then I guess you get some powers.

(5 months later I definitely remember that part. It had a very cool feel to it. I remember green grass and blue water when I looked down, I think. And just a very bright and positive feeling. )

We are all around the table. Mom, Dad, Sister and I. Dad is talking about buying more stuff. I am trying to warn him not to stupidly use a credit card. My red debit card falls out. Dad has already bought us all some stuff.

Notes

5 months later, I can remember how I had so many more fragments. I can see how my recall has improved. The paradise dream thing still gives me a warm feeling when I think about it. I had totally forgot about that until I reviewed this entry, so it shows the importants of reviewing old D J's.

I was non lucid at my father's house paying attention to a strange small man with a orange tech wrapped around his body. As I observed him, listened and looked at the random animals popping up around the yard I became lucid."I gotta go" I told the small man that sort of reminds me of tingle. He didn't seem like he wanted me to leave but I just jumped out the window than flew around the house. I changed my mind about roaming about like usual though. After going inside i found my older sister and a black cat that looked like the kitten my brother had gotten than gave away. As the cat bit an object on the ground I picked up a dream phone and looked at the numbers/letters." I know I usually use words or numbers but this time I'm just gonna use feeling only".

I thought about having a signal with Dawn and the feeling of his presence until I heard his voice. "Uh,Hi this is...".I stopped myself."Should I try a prank call for fun?".I changed my mind though and decided to hear him out after saying who I was. But than I heard someone arguing with him while he was on the phone.I tried responding but than a double of my voice appeared.Putting the phone away now I went out the door to see people on bleachers near the beach. A surfing competition was going on. After poking a D.C. I heard the voice of the guy arguing with Dawn. I wanted to get a better look at the bottom part of where I was so I swung down with a salmon colored curtain. I ended going down hard though and covering the surfers with the curtain. Someone flew to help me and the surfers after that but I woke up.

Morning of October 7, 2017. Saturday.



In the first part of my dream, I am seated at a picnic table, though it appears to be some sort of school. I am sitting at the third picnic table from the front of the class where the teacher is. (I am sitting in about the middle on the side opposite the side closest to the front of the room. I am facing the front of the room.)

At one point, a young version of Zsuzsanna comes in and sits down directly on my left. The teacher objects to this, claiming that my talking to other students will distract from the class. I threaten him and tell him that he should not be so disrespectful of natural human relationships.

He comes over to us with a folded piece of paper, opens it, and starts trying to “teach” us about vampires, zombies, and fictional creatures in general, that is, integrating them into a calculus problem, and I inform him that those are not even real, not a part of life (at least my life), and I then tell him that he is crazy and should not be teaching such garbage.

Eventually, there is some sort of activity outside. Apparently, a road has been altered by some sort of “flaw in time”. I and the other students start to take notes to determine what the source of the problem is.

The road is unusual, as traveling in one direction, one sees roadkill (at least three unidentifiable dead animals) but traveling in the opposite direction, one sees a couple rabbits and a groundhog or two. These are apparently the animals that have died when traveling from the other direction. I start to consider that it may actually relate to the mentality and beliefs of the people walking or driving down that road.

The students stand in a long line along the road (parallel to the road) doing calculus equations to discover what is going on. I notice a young boy who is writing on a large sheet of paper. I tell him to make sure he is solving the vertical parts of the equation (such as complex fractions, though the imagery actually does have unrealistic longer vertical sequences including sigma summation in vertical form) as well as the horizontal and he nods and tells me that he is. I then ask him if he knows what the symbols are, specifically the “sideways M” (sigma), and he nods again. I look again to see if there are any symbols for vampires or other nonsense. My dream fades from here.

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I had another dream in which I was meeting Amy Lee. xD I don't even know what my brain has been up to these days.

And I had a nightmare last night, but I can't remember about what.

I need to be more consistent with my sleep patterns if I'm going to start LDing again. REM rebound only does so much before you become too chronically exhausted to take advantage of it.

This morning i woke up much earlier before the work and I wasn't able to fall back asleep. I saw the clock and realized that I have enough time to watch the newest Start Wars movie that just got launched online.

The movie start with Anakin Skywalker in a mission to track down and destroy two very advanced assassin droids on a desert planet. Instead of his usual robes Anaking is wearing a special armor meant to protect him from the deadly weapons that droids have. His body is entirely covered by the dark brown armor. The mask he has is very similar with that of Darth Vader, but looking less threatening.

in his search, Anakin is ambushed by the droids he was looking for that were hiding under the sand waiting for him. Anaking is knocked down and one droids starts to use its incorporated flamethrower to burn the Jedi lying on the ground. The armor leave Anaking untouched by the immense heat. In the next moment Anaking jumps back on his feet and cut in two the droid. A fight starts with the remaining droid.

The alarm ring and a new day in the waking world is starting. (boohoo!)

Morning of October 7, 2017. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,555-02. Reading time: 2 min 20 sec.



Before my dream, in waking life, I repeated an affirmation, “I invite the infinite healing power of Universal Mind into all areas of our bodies” (alternating with “my body”). Consider how a car is an extension of the imaginary physicality of the dream state and how “power” becomes “powder” (which has occurred with previous dreams). Another alteration is how my dreaming experience transformed my headphones (used for affirmations) into an intoxicating clamshell.

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After entering the dream state, I allow my conscious awareness to fade for the affirmation to predominate. The affirmation seems to become a string attached to the front bumper of a Matchbox car. (I sometimes use an imaginary rope to pull myself into or out of the dream state.) The Matchbox car is a 1930s convertible. At times, I mentally cause it to become a full-sized automobile. I rapidly drive in an unknown big city while there is a focus on possibly being stopped for speeding. However, the police are always going in the opposite direction. Later, I shrink the car to its Matchbox size and carry it to a wharf.

The wharf is at the side of a road where a ladder leads down to a small platform adjacent to a commercial building. An unknown black man is here as well as Zsuzsanna. An unfamiliar woman asks if she can borrow my Matchbox car to sail across the ocean. I cause it to become large enough for her to fit in it, but I place it on a raft. I realize it may not be stable enough, so I tell her I do not think it is a reliable way to travel. Curiously, my hand seems to be as big as the raft as I test its buoyancy and how much weight it can hold.

I stand on the side of the road, and the man wants to borrow my car. I whistle for it, and it arrives as a Matchbox car from the other side of town but grows to full size. He gives me a roll of one-dollar notes. When he returns, I feel I should give him something. I hand him the handwritten affirmation (without realizing what it is) that had been in my wallet. I give him some other documents that feature unusual writing and symbols.

I enter a cave with the essence of a room in a house. A tunnel, like a long hallway, leads to its entrance. I whistle for my Matchbox car and notice the end of the string near the mouth of my cave. I pull my Matchbox car into the cave using the string. I see an opening in the cave wall to the left of the entrance.

I find several ancient artifacts and fossils. One is a ritual clamshell that generates an intoxicating “healing powder” that cavemen used. I slap the clamshell against my ears to become intoxicated, feeling bliss, and comfort.

As I am sitting on the cave’s floor, a shadowy caveman figure approaches, though he is more like an ancient ape with a manlike essence. He briefly touches me on the shoulder and knee and has a positive presence. He is like a benevolent spirit or an ancient ghost who goes to another part of the cave.

Steve Johnson (a classmate from years ago), and at least three other people, walk through the hallway into my cave. I tell them about the artifacts and “healing powder” and ask if they would like to improve their minds and bodies with it.

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I was somewhat aware it was a dream but also stuck on observing.

I was watching a little Japanese girl with short black bob hair in a white/purple jacket crying on the sidewalk. She looked like she was eight or 10. A few adults and a little girl see her crying and walk up to her asking her what's wrong. The little girl replys that she is sad she can't write a story. A blonde tall woman in a long cotton brown jacket, wearing a scarf than sings in a high note and tells her to try and match up with her. The little girl try's and they laugh together. The woman than tells her that she can create any story she wants if she puts her mind to it and to keep trying.The little girl listens to her gratefully than runs around,goes into a store than out but before she heads home she is approached by a tall slim man who was in the group.

He starts talking to her by telling her a story with a suspenseful, funny tone."There was a guy named mettaton who called those around to touch him.Here, Here,Here,Here and here". As he said that and touched himself fluffy gray cotton balls popped up on his long jacket. Than he continued "But there was something missing. He couldn't find his whip. But than.......He disappeared". I woke up after that pretty content with the dream since I found it heart warming and funny. The ending got me cause I woke up after he said "disappeared".

Getting my recall up a little bit.

Abandoned house

I was in my old house from 1998 in chilliwack. All the flooring had been pulled up and I was in the living room sitting on plywood with Val from work. She had an oddly shaped tupperware container - It had a big shelf or ledge around the perimeter which contained bags of tex mex and various chocolate snacks. In the middle was just a drop with nothing in it. She told me I could have a box of something and that there was chocolate fudge in there somewhere.

I fished around the bowl for a while making a note of everything. I couldn't find anything with chocolate fudge... I asked her where the fudge was? She pointed too a white box with brown lettering on the side. I opened the box and there was a smaller pop tart like package I culled the box out and somehow spilled the tex mex stuff down the middle. "NOOO!" I said trying to stuff the contents back in the bag, "I spilled it all." Val didn't even seem concerned about that. I pulled the pop tart like thing out of the other box and she took the box and placed it back in the container with all the other stuff. I was about to eat my snack when...

FA, In the bedroom of that house? I look and see there's a window with tree branches swaying in the wind but something doesn't seem right (It's also night time or dawn in the dream.) A ghostly hand is swaying amongst the branches. At first I think it's a trick of the shadows but then it begins to wave at me... I suddenly feel terror and close my eyes like Danny in the shining. I count a few seconds and open them but I'm really awake now in a completely different room than the dream one, (Not facing any window.)

Random stuff

First I remember being in a house with my cousin K, and various other people. She was mad at me for something. which brought on a false memory of my aunt accusing me of the same thing. I got really angry and defensive.

Next I'm at some party with people from McDonald's in a big apartment complex. None of them are people I know in waking but I seem to know them somehow? It's all pretty boring so I go outside for a smoke. I run into someone that looks kind of like M from work She invites me to the party for the Mcd's that I used to work at. I follow her and we run into a bunch of people I don't know. mainly a bunch of uninteresting effete men with wavy died hair.

Dream skips forward a bit and I'm in a big weird I'm following my brother around mall. There's like a half waterpark around. I follow him up some green part with a parkour for dreams like obstacle, but I can't jump it very well. My dad is off in the distance on a landing waiting for us. My brother sits on something like a sprinkler for laughs. He asks me to try it but I say no. we are about to leave when I wake up.

Dreams from October five to shix, 2017

I had one lucid dream on this night. I would title the night of dreams as a whole, "escaping with phone, back row anemia, giraffe pillow."

Firehouse

I was pulling out of the local fire house. I had no seat belt. I had a white pillow over my chest. In my convertible. The driver side door was open. A police officer came up. "Why no seatbelt? Because it is too high?" I felt fear I would get a ticket. Having been parked facing out also may have been trouble there as they have a rule there, "head in parking only."

Mix of Fragments

I lost a lot of these details due to needing to pee. So I will just write them in one heading instead of as multiple dreams, even if they were.

Box of comic books. Kids getting off a school bus.

There was something with a Pokemon who required 2 "light energy" to do an ability called "Pick Up".

Guy telling me to say his name when he wasn't there. Walking by a patch of grass.

Older woman walking with a cat?

Woods?

I was blending bananas and walnuts together in a food processor. The grey knob turned the food processor to a higher setting. They looked yummy. But I did not have time to eat them. My sister was in it. Something about 1:30 P M, watching a clock, no food on the boat...

Rich D R F type guy (owner of restaurant I worked at). Going on a boat. Making all these lions and tigers fight but they faked it? One lion put his fang on another lions head but he didn't clamp down. I remember the fang.

Text from Justin or Allen?

Some vague website.

Help from people in food program?

I was driving somewhere and had a sense of needing some "me time" (i. e. using my voice memo method to think out loud) but I felt I couldn't get away long enough to get some time to myself. I was driving down B Avenue from L V.

Something about an alarm clock cutting my sleep short, but for no reason. I was like, "Huh? Since when do I use alarm clox?"

Round 3 of dreams

It was 1:30 P M and was now 8:30 A M in the dream. I was going to a 9 A M class. I overheard C M and Jesse talking about big book. First I passed by, then stopped and said, yeah, I heard that, too. I questioned if I should interject that into their conversation, But decided, that yes, I should. J was my sponsor. (I also wrote fuzzy wuzzy was a bear in my dream journal, was that from a dream, or just a note to self?)

I needed my giraffe pillow. I got it and then went hyperspeed up stairs.

There was this slanted funny side walk kind of warped. I was driving down it trying to park. I was looking for the ramp to drive down. It was slanted diagonally but hard to put into words. So I was confused about how to drive down it.

A red truck was parked horizontal in a few spaces. Or a mini van. There didn't seem to be any room for my car. I felt it symbolized something in my waking life where there was no room for me in a group I was trying to attend.

Round 4 of Dreams.

Blue Tray of Gasoline. It didn't smell bad. It was in my room and bathroom. Like a yellow oil.

Program speaker. M was the host and spoke a little after the speaker about honesty or being sick. People on gameboys and anemic looking people were in the back row. They had freckles and were kind of blood shot. Pale skinned. I don't know if that is the correct usage of anemic but thats the word that came to mind when I saw

In another part I was running from someone who was considered to be the head mistress. I tried to teleport away with my phone as the teleportation device. Instead of teleporting us, it made is invisible. My friend and I. I felt a lot of fear, and didn't want to get caught. So it was kind of a panicking moment. My friend had a phone out and I thought, "That's a special kind of phone! We can use it to escape!" Then we used it to escape. Then I saw a hologram of 2 girls walking. I felt more lucid then. I was trying to stabilize the dream. Then I was up again, and laying there. Then I saw a smiley face. Then I woke up. I set an intention to have an L D in round 3 of dreams but had it this time. Still, very cool. One of my early ones.

So, last night I dreamed that I was a major player in an extended, intense (and successful) lobbying and legislative effort to save the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, while living in a house where a longtime friend (not sure who) was staying over (I think he had a cot set up in the living room) and dealing with a kitten that insisted on taking EVERYTHING out of the bathroom trashcan, playing in it and strewing it around the house. I have no idea what any of this means.

It was my mom's birthday, and everyone was invited to the cottage. I was hanging with some old staff from work and watching the ceremonies when I found a table sponsored by Lindor. I ate like 50 chocolate bars, then flew to my room to stash the rest. So good.

Morning of October 6, 2017. Friday.



Something has happened to my physical form, but possibly only as I am “sleeping”.

I think of myself as a paragraph of writing, in the form of a hazy cloud of about four feet long, hovering a few inches above our bed. Being a paragraph incarnate makes me feel somewhat vulnerable. I am aware of Zsuzsanna sleeping om my left, but my viewpoint is curiously from somewhere in the center of our bed at times.

Other than being only a hazy cluster of “words” hovering a short distance above our bed, there is a perception of having an additional “shell” at times, or some sort of armor, but which comes and goes. There is no viable perception of having a physical body. I vaguely remember an affirmation (“I am of the healing powers of Universal Mind”) but I do not fully grasp or sustain it.

I turn in my “sleep”. It is like a twisting that “rolls” from “head” to “foot” when I do. It occurs about four times. I am aware that having transformed into the form of a paragraph relates to my illness (food poisoning). I only feel slightly ill in the dream state.

Before I am fully awake, I start to realize aspects of this abstract dream’s source. It is quite old and it has been years since this memory was more present. Years ago, in an animated version (shown on television a few times) of “A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court”, there was a scene where a boy informed the main character that he was a page. The Connecticut Yankee responded by saying something like “A page? You’re no more than a paragraph.” Additionally, having the “armor” around my cloudy form relates to the (King Arthur) knight association with the story. The perceived “suit of armor” is obviously a biological symbol of wishing to be protected from the norovirus. The rest, including “being a paragraph”, is incidental to this association with the Mark Twain story, which I had not thought about for a long time.

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Since early childhood, my non-lucid dreams, other than prescient or precognitive threads, have often resolved themselves in meaning in a form of light hypnopompic thinking (as well as reveal source patterns that created my dream in the first place), which is often carried directly into conscious afterthought (although this process is occasionally “replaced” by a false awakening where I am writing down my dream or talking about it with someone else). In a way, this has always been like having two dreams in succession, the original dream (often surreal or at least unusual and illogical) and the decoding of its meaning while waking or in a different (much lighter) level of unconsciousness. (It was not until I was about seventeen years old that I started to come to terms with the fact that most people were apparently not like this.)

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