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Morning of July 14, 2017. Friday.



I am in an unknown residence that has a lot of rooms of which are filled with junk that I plan to get rid of. The first setting seems to be a basement (or like a basement), yet is seemingly not underground, though it seems to have a dirt floor at times. There are large long shelves in a number of locations. Much of the junk seems to be parts of picture frames, nails, and documents I no longer need or want.

In one scene, I seem to be in the northernmost (northeast) room of the King Street boarding house, where I have not lived (in reality) in over twenty-five years. The bed is aligned lengthways along the west wall, head to the north (an orientation never utilized in reality). For the first time ever in a dream, my mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is associated with the King Street boarding house as living there in my dream. (Although my wife Zsuzsanna and I have been together in many dreams since we met in reality, including as implied to be living in the King Street boarding house even though she has never been to America, I find it astounding upon realizing my mother had never been in this dream setting as far as I presently know.)

I had found an outfit (combined sweater and pants) for my youngest daughter and had brought it into the room. My mother seems angry that someone else had apparently thrown it out but is glad that I had retrieved it for use for my daughter’s benefit.

Later, there seem to be a number of other (unknown) people going through the miscellaneous junk. The actor John Larroquette (as he appeared in the television series “Night Court”) makes an appearance in the final segment. It is mentioned how no one wants most of what is presently sitting about in the large basement-like room.

“In that case, I’ll take these portraits,” he says, picking up two large slightly damaged portraits of himself (which may have originally been left there either by him or someone else).

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Our daughter was somewhat restless this morning. Her clothes appearing in my dream without her was a possible indicator of her being awake while we were sleeping.

My mother seems to be the precursor of my emergent consciousness in this case even though my dream self did not recall that she had died in 2002.

I believe that a dream of cleaning or getting rid of junk is sometimes biological symbolism relating to cellular processes in real time, possibly including a need to get up and use the bathroom.

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The final dream event features coalescence waking symbolism (projected, neutral preconscious). This stems from an analogy with coalescence meditation, of where viewing infinite selves by looking into a mirror on each side is metaphorically resolved as internal unification by then looking forward into the mirror reflecting the one self (in whole consciousness).

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Work frag

I was at mcdonald's working table. A manager said the order I had was custom. So I asked "What's the ask me?". He handed me a slip and said I had to go right to the customer and ask them myself and fill out the slip as it was a new policy for serving customers. I thought it was lame.

Time Control

I went inside a house with two people and followed them up some stairs. At the top and around the corner there was no landing. One guy was on a bed in the corner and was floating in the air. the woman was on a couch on the other end floating in the air. there was a velvet cloth as a walkway to her couch that seemed to be floating. I thought that was an impossible walkway. I became lucid because of that. To make sure I looked down at about a 16 ft. drop and thought If i could drop that without being injured I was definitely dreaming. I jumped down with no hard force hitting the ground.

I wanted to try time dilation. I noticed I had watch where the second hand was ticking. I willed the second hand to slow down. After 30 seconds or so it seemed to slow to a stop wanting it to seem like 5 minutes for every second hand movement on the watch. I noticed the brand was a seiko or something. I remember Jake had one in the dark tower books. My vidion got distorted after as it does when I usually try to dilate time. Before i could jump like I usually do to get out of the distortions I had a...

FA, I still had the watch on and I was just recalling the previous dream. I remember thinking That was a dangerous RC to do and to make sure I was dreaming first to try it again.

Day off today. I was planning on getting up at 2 am, which is 1 hr before my normal waking time. Do a WBTB and WILD. But even before the alarm went off, I turned it off and opted for a sleep in.

I woke up at 4:30am. Stayed up for maybe 15 min. Debated to take choline or not. I chose not to take it, but to go on a sofa and see if I could WILD. I covered myself with my bath robe in hopes to attract my cat, so he would sleep on me as he used to during my so many WILDs before. It worked.

He laid on my legs and despite of him moving, kneeding and purring, I fell asleep. Just before I dozed off, I felt a WILD coming. My head started to buzz and get a headrush. I wanted to help it get me over the hump and into a lucid, so I tried standing up.

Not sure if it worked, but next thing I know I am walking in the town square of my childhood town, in front of the church. It's very crowded and as soon as I realized I'm in a dream, I decide to just go with the flow, walk around and explore. Then I remember just about the only TOTM I wanted to do and I decided to look for a picture or a poster. I see one on a church wall. Walk up to it and for some reason, instead of just walking into it, I start to dig into it. The wall is kinda soft, but a bit resistant. I give up and I think I lose it here.

2017, 07-13

Night Raiders

I am outside on a dark and moonless night. I peer into the darkness, using night vision to see what is going on around me. I see a village like one out of a fantasy RPG close by. I also see that there are a number of people sneaking up on the village. The people sneaking up on the village looked like armored warriors. Even as I am thinking that the attack begins. All of the warriors hidden in the dark charge forward, crying out loudly, words I can’t understand. The village doesn’t have any defenses that I see. Sleepy villagers come out to see what is going on and get cut down. I am not going to let this happen. I charge into the open myself, creating a fence from the tendril ability of Alex Mercer to keep the attackers from progressing any farther. They try to cut through the tendrils with their swords but that is ineffective. People are gathering on both sides of my fence now.

There is a lot of commotion going on and soon someone comes forward who appears to be the leader. He asks what the meaning of the holdup is and then sees me. He orders me to remove this strange barrier from his path. I say no, I won’t allow him to attack this village. He identifies himself as Theon Greyjoy and says he’s the prince of somewhere called the Iron Isles. I comment he must not be much of a prince if he finds attacking defenseless villagers to be amusing. He says he doesn’t need to explain himself to the likes of me then orders his soldiers to kill me and remove the barrier. For some reason I am reluctant to kill these people so I decide to scare them instead.

I make a very obvious display of shifting my arms into Alex Mercer claws adding some tendrils reaching out from my body and moving around me and glowing red eyes to give the impression of something demonic. A man attacks me with a sword and I use tendrils to take the sword from his hands and bend it in two, breaking it as if it was a child’s wooden sword. The soldiers are now calling out that I’m a sorceress and a monster and as I advance slowly they are in quite the hurry to retreat. Theon drives his sword through my middle but I feel nothing. I pull it out and melt it down with intense heat from my hands. The wound immediately regenerates. That’s all Theon has to see before he turns and retreats with his soldiers. I call after him that if he comes back he will see the full extent of my powers. Everything fades to black and I wake up.

I was in my old house and there were people staying over. One was a friend of mine and another was a guy who seemed like he was intelligent. After talking to him I ate some star burst candy than went to shower but my grandma, who was oddly speaking English, said she was going to shower too but than she let me go in first. Putting my clothes down I saw her sitting near the tub observing me and told her I would just wait for her to shower than left the bathroom. But she followed me into another room where there was a plastic box filled with shoes and a dove that had the yellow, light blue and green color of my parakeet. But instead of a violet cheek it had a purple tummy. "Poor dove"I said than took it outside to release it but I wondered if it could still fly. My brother said not to worry and I watched it fly away. I was content but than weak baby birds started flying at me than onto the floor and one changed into a metal key ring. What followed was a car crashing into the front and a guy with a gun pointing his weapon at me. I managed to manifest a gun after becoming lucid but woke up.



Prey Vs Predator

This was an old lucid dream but I might as well mention it since the theme was similar to my last dream.

I was in another world, inside a large ship filled with people, including my family. There I was walking around, trying to keep my brother safe from a women who was working for a gang. But she managed to separate me and I came across a group of people standing in a circle. My mom was there and pushed me into the circle saying that I had a beginning, my birth. Than a little boy mentioned that beside me was another who had a birth but died. Seeing the baby deformed and bloody I shouted for them to stop than flew away lucid. The area than changed into a wide open plain where lions roamed along with zebras and other herbivore animals. They looked small enough to be objects but one of the lions almost jumped at me. After that I noticed JadeGreen looking to plant some tree or plant where the lions were. I didn't question that predators had needs to but I flew away from the lion area to look for the zebras. The scene changed into a place with huge escalators though. I flew over the badly placed escalators, almost got crushed than dodged a random train. The scene than changed again and a robot sent bunnies to attack me. That was a pretty weird dream...

I'm at school and my teacher instructs us to play charades with chalk at a blackboard. I'm with two other guys, Jannik and Mikkel. After class we go out and get into a car. I'm sitting at the driver seat and Jannik is at the passenger seat. I ask Mikkel which classes we're skipping and he tells me that it's math. I think about how disappointed my teacher will be, but I can't just leave now, when my friends expect me to drive. Later we're in the car on the roof of a really tall, white building. We try to find a way down, by driving the car around, but can't get the car down.

I'm out driving a car with my girlfriend on the passenger seat.
She tells me that she would like to go back home, so I turn right in a T-cross.
I'm in her room watching Pokémon on my laptop. There's a battle going on between a Meowth and a Butterfree. The Butterfree wins.

Had a dream about a zombie attack. Was not lucid. Clear mind, means clear mind. You have to sit down and focus your awareness such that your is clear, quiet and in the moment. It takes a bit of concentration and intent. If you are riddled with distractions, the method will not work. Hence why I usually meditate for 10 to 20 minute before retiring after WBTB.

Date of Dream: THU 13 JUL - 2017



Dream No. 152 - SML's Bird Cage Ruination

The dream started off with my family at the beach but I forgot what we were doing specifically. We were in the car, planning to head back home and that's when the dream scene shifted. I was now in a lighthouse and I could hear a commotion going on at the other end of it. I peeked through the doorless doorway to see my brother, whom was being threatened by Logan. There was a bird cage in between Logan and my brother and Logan was going to lock him in there! I was going to go and stop Logan myself but then my brother had a look on his face like he didn't want help from anyone.

So instead, I called for Dreamy WB to go and sort Logan out... In this dream, Dreamy WB had responded immediately! She appeared as a hologram above the bird cage, with her hair in a low bun and wearing her glasses. For the whole time, she was smiling at me through the doorway and then she winked at me, that's when she vanished. Then I saw the bird cage start to shake and then it had collapsed and fallen down, its roof and walls laying on the floor like a bunch of wire trays. Then the bird cage had vanished altogether.

What reappeared in the same spot was a big pile of random debris but it didn't look like blasted, damaged wire. Instead, the pieces were like massive squares of this rubber material, like you would see on a playground swing. My brother still had a blank reaction on his face but I could see that Logan wasn't happy at all. Logan was standing at the debris, with his face in a moaning shape and tapping his foot in frustration. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- Optical Illusion (See Dreamy WB wearing glasses in a dream)
>> That one time she was visible, she had her glasses on.
- Eccentric Dream Guide (Witness Dreamy WB do something she's never done before)
>> Turning Logan's cage into squares of useless debris has got to be a winner in my eyes for this trophy!
- I can't see you (Have Dreamy WB act as an invisible force in your dream)
>> During the whole duration of wrecking that cage... Logan doesn't even know who did it.

Morning of July 13, 2017. Thursday.



In the beginning of my dream, I somehow carelessly cut my left arm and my right hand on something. There is mild pain. I notice that the cut on my left arm is deep. It is along my left forearm, on the left side when my hand is downwards, and straight over nearly its entire length. Later, I rub on some sort of medicinal cream that is supposed to help seal the cut.

I eventually notice that my cut is dry but open. I can see another layer of skin underneath. There is not much pain anymore, but I am somewhat annoyed at having the cut.

At a later point, my entire left forearm opens up somewhat like a pouch (via the long cut) into a partly hollow space. There is no blood, but there does seem to be sections of tissue and “bone”. My view of it seems magnified, although the inside of it would actually have to be much bigger than in reality to contain what it does. I can still move it about normally. Curiously, I notice about four metal cables coming out from where my elbow would be, which are apparently connected to strips of muscle. I consider that maybe someone had changed my arm into a robotic arm without me knowing about it. There are also at least two glass and metal structures that are shaped like rectangular prisms, the metal strips along the edges and connecting at the vertices.

I find myself in a library (more as if the ambiguous setting suddenly rendered a library counter feature) and I ask a person at the counter to look at my arm. Two people, an unfamiliar male and an unfamiliar female, look at it and comment. According to what I hear after I ask them about what it is made of, it is apparently believed that my arm is normal and that a person’s arm actually does have metal cables and such inside yet is still an organic natural form. I am still puzzled.

Eventually, I start to notice objects within the hollow area closer to my elbow (though still in my forearm). I see about six 3.5" computer disks and about three cassette tapes. They have handwritten labels. I do not take them out. I also see a VHS tape. (Imagine trying to visualize a VHS tape inside your arm with a lot of room to spare, but this is somehow resolved in my dream self’s viewpoint.) I consider that the items may have been left there as some sort of record of the process that was used to change my arm into something robotic.

In the last scene, I go into a hospital to ask about the nature of my arm, but it still seems the arm itself is supposedly normal. Eventually, I see jewelry and a large number of mostly silver coins (possibly American) inside the area closer to my elbow.

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I can't recall my dreams well. I haven't been a very active lucid dreamer either but I've still had them from time to time. I'm going to try writing in my dream journal again though.

Woke up for around 30 minutes.

Layed in bed with a clear mind.

That's it. If you've done mindfulness/meditation you understand this mindset.

Transitioned into the dream world. It was kind of wonky because I didn't know if I was actually moving in the dream world or if I was still moving in the waking world. I didn't want to do a reality check because that would have been too much moving....Got outside, it was overcast. That's all I remember.

My first dream was really cool. I went through a haunted house where there were little kids telling me my 401k would empty out over night and my taxes would go up by 10% without warning which was hilarious and cute.
When I got out, I was with a friend of mine who was a combination of a bunch of different guys. Outside, a storm struck. There was a sandbox with 2 foot high wooden walls nearby, so we jumped in. The storm was like a class 10 fury hurricane, you could not see more than 2 inches from your face because of the intensely thick mist caused by the rain and the 100mph wind. What an experience it was huddled in this little box, completely open to the elements with just a raincoat on. I survived no problem.

In dream #2, I was elected mayor, or maybe even prime minister I wasn't sure. I had become very popular in town for being the young cool guy running for office, and then a miraculous moment happened. North Korea elected to have peace talks, and they sent a young woman. And my nation sent me. We met in a glass building in the middle of a plaza downtown so everyone could watch. So what did I do? Show up with a giant fuzzy red hat on, and requested to her privately that she wore a hat that made you look like a squirrel. Wen we sat down, we traded fuzzy hats, and the world went mad. Instant overnight celebrity. I was elected leader of the nation, and suddenly was dealing with the parties. Of course I started working directly with the hard left party, circumventing how shittily run and hopelessly clueless they are and just enacting the policies that made sense. And then I woke up.

This may sound super weird, but I have had three dreams about incest, and tonight I was the victim of my third. I had two sexual dreams about my father previously, and I have not really been sleeping easy ever since. It's so weird, since I feel zero attraction towardshim when I wake up. It disgusts me. I consider the these dreams my worst nightmares. Last night, I had one that was a little bit less sexual and more loving. Now, since I felt almost suicidal after this one, because it was my third, I did a tiny bit of research on the matter. I know this doesn't mean my subconcious is incestual. I think it is because I do not have a good relationship with my dad. He screams at me whenever I do something wrong. Although he appologizes, it still hurts. I go to an all grl school, so he is the only man in my life currently. I believe that these dreams could just be my subconcious telling myself to repair my relationship with my father.

Do you think these assumptions are correct? Please let me know your toughts and opinions. This has been really freaking me out, so reassurence that I'm not crazy is always appreciated.

Date of Dream: TUE 11 JUL - 2017



Dream No. 151 - Transformed Mario Kart

I remember entering the dream with these really nice songs playing in my car, which I eventually tried to sing to. I then ended up at this random fantasy like town and was walking around for a bit. There were all these dome shaped houses around which I explored the outsides of. Soon, I saw this whole crowd of MallWorld girls and there was one there that mentally reminded me of WB due to the very striking resemblance in appearance.

I then looked off the balcony I was on, to the main town square, which was facing out to the ocean. There were these four arcade machines set up next to each other and there were teddies occupying three of them. There was a complication though, where there was a maximum versus option of two players, and so one was going to be left out. Out of nowhere came WB, with her typical frizzy hair and pencil dress appearance, offering to have a game with the lonely teddy.

The game was a crossover between Mario Kart and Super Mario 64 but it was mostly based on Mario Kart. I noticed that the teddy was playing as Toad but I didn't know who WB was playing as. I did see though that Toad was constantly trying to knock Wario off the track. I then had a look on the map and payed attention to the character icon... I found out that WB was indeed playing as Wario. The race track was Delfino Plaza and soon, there was a major obstacle to face on this track. Players had to fly over a building on their glider and bounce off it at the right time or they would be killed. The dream showed Mario performing the action but he hit the ground too hard and so his game over screen showed up... The rest could keep racing. WB had made Wario hit the ground too hard but since Wario had a cap on him, he did not die... He only lost the cap. WB then raced Wario frantically to get the green cap back which actually this time took effect and turned him into Luigi.

The dream then went back to my perspective where I was watching the gameplay from a balcony. While holding a Killester school diary, I walked past these girls in green/olive pinafore uniforms and started singing to myself. I felt happy that WB and the teddy were playing together. I remember I titled the song “Cantar Una Tzibar”. I then woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



This dream was really interesting. This dream actually didn't happen during my night time cycles. I woke up at 7:30 and about 8:40, I was planning to fall back asleep before I had to have an early get up at 9:30 to go somewhere, although my mum did say that if I got up later, it didn't matter. So for about 10 - 15 minutes, I was talking to Dreamy WB (a technique I use to try improve quality of dreams as well as real life). I originally told her, "you have to wake me up before 9:30". Then a few minutes later, I changed my mind said to her "focus on the dream, don't worry about the 9:30 wake up". But then I fell asleep at 9:00 and when I woke up, saw it was 9:26. Proves that I can have an awesome dream and tackle the 9:30 wake up time!