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I just had a weird dream...

I was outside, in the area where I live. Some really weird stuff happened in that dream. Then another dream happened, where I happened to look at my hands and see there was the wrong amount of fingers andbecome lucid. I am lucid for a while, but I don't really do anything and the dream ends after a while.
[/COLOR] I woke up in reality.

Cleared my mind and watch the hypnagogia. Had a pretty empty lucid dream. My best dreams are always non-lucid.

First I had two short lucid dreams\hypnagogic imagery, where i wanted to search up something on the "dream web"
but failed both times and woke up .

Shortly after that I feel asleep and had this non lucid dream

It was kind of a Star Wars and Harry Potter Crossing , the story starts off in a green plain (it was raining) with Darth Vader , talking to Harry about the dark side and things , after he got captured by the empire. He wasnt in his usual suit, but in a white suit that looked like a Geth (from Mass Effect )

I was some sort of ghost and I told him through telepathy that Ron ,Hermione ,and many others got killed by a person with a pistol, and that he should give in to the darkness and kill, face his fear and hatred and stuff like that.
Overcome by the Trauma and rage, Harry goes on a dirtroad , following a person walking down there, meanwhile I'm with him and suggesting him to use avada kedavra and crucio.
Once Harry got up to this person ,they engaged in a duel, Harry used Crucio and a green forcefield came over the person, as the person suffered heavily (idk the gender or the identity of this person at all, idk who the hell was that ,only that he\she killed them) .

At this point , the narration changed, and I heard something "And in the green light of acceptance, Harry started to see pictures from the past....."
and at this point the dream shifts and I dont remember the rest of the dream...

Hey all! Been a while since I've done a general, informative entry. If anyone saw my post on SUN 11 JUN, I'm introducing an achievement system to encourage myself to have the best dreams ever or at least do something interesting in them. So ever since last month, I have been so hyped up regarding the release of the Crash Bandicoot N Sane Trilogy Game and I saw a video last night of its achievable trophies. So that inspired me to create a list of "achievable trophies" in regards to my dreams. So the criteria are based on characters that appear in my dreams, what they do, and how often they have been assisting OR hindering me lately. Here they are:

General Dreaming
- Chilling Out (Have Conversations with 3 DCs)
- Enthusiastic (Have Conversations with 5 DCs)
- Chauffeur (Drive 1 person around)
- Taxi Driver (Drive 3 people around)
- Bus Driver (Drive 10 people around)

Dream Guide Support
- My Best Friend (Interact with any Dream Guide)
- Call The Babysitter (Successfully summon Dreamy WB)
- Taking It Slow (Receive 1 hug from Dreamy WB)
- Recuperating (Receive 3 hugs from Dreamy WB)
- Batteries Are Charged (Receive 5 hugs from Dreamy WB)
- Putting The Pieces Together (Receive 10 hugs from Dreamy WB)
- Invincible Dreamer (Receive 25 hugs from Dreamy WB)
- Somewhere Only We Know (Share a secret with no one else but Dreamy WB)
- Sramota (Have someone stop Dreamy WB from helping you)
- Bouncy-Bouncy (Have Dreamy WB hold you in a lift)
- He's Going To Hurt Me! (Talk to your deceased grandfather with Dreamy WB)

Lucid Dreaming
- Explorer (Have 1 Lucid Dream)
- Free Roaming (Have 3 Lucid Dreams)
- In Command (Have 5 Lucid Dreams)
- Like Royalty (Have 10 Lucid Dreams)
- The Lady Of Lucidity (Have 25 Lucid Dreams)
- The Beginner (Complete 1 DV TOTM)
- Getting There (Complete 2 DV TOTMs)
- Flying Through (Complete 5 DV TOTMs)
- The Independent Lucid Dreamer (Complete 1 DV TOTM without any assistance)
- It's All Systems Go (Complete 2 DV TOTMs without any assistance)
- I Can Do This! (Complete 5 DV TOTMs without any assistance)

Nightmares
- Rack Off Mate! (Have Dreamy WB repel 1 nightmare)
- You're A Goner (Have Dreamy WB repel 3 nightmares)
- Broken Bones (Have Dreamy WB repel 5 nightmares)
- Super Nova (Have Dreamy WB repel 10 nightmares)
- The Ultimate Peril (Have Dreamy WB repel 25 nightmares)
- Damsel In Distrss (Have NN repel 1 nightmare)
- Blood Nose (Have NN repel 2 nightmares)
- LeBron James (Have NN repel 5 nightmares)
- Confident Dreamer (Defeat 1 nightmare without any assistance)
- Super Dreamer (Defeat 3 nightmares without any assistance)
- Wonderwoman (Defeat 5 nightmares without any assistance)
- I Came In Like A Wrecking Ball (Defeat 10 nightmares without any assistance)
- Mini Heart Attack (Wake up from a nightmare 1 time)
- I'm Going To Get You! (Wake up from a nightmare 3 times)
- Five Nights At Grim Reapers (Wake up from a nightmare 5 times)
- Dreamers In Exile (Wake up from a nightmare 10 times)

Time Trials
- First Come, First Serve (Complete Time Trial Mode independently)
- I Knew I Could Count On You (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using Dreamy WB)
- Restored Frienships (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using WB)
- Put It There Little Lady (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using LB)
- An Unlikely Couple (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using BT)
- Blast From The Past (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using AD)
- The Unthinkable (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using Ms D)
- Little Ginger Stage Hog (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using Zizi - the cat)
- Basketball Champion (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using NN)
- Welcome To Austacolia (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using Logan)
- The Brighter Side (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using Chilly)
- I Hate Green Beans! (Complete Time Trial Mode with, or using Jeffy)

Don't Mess With Me
- Who's The Boss? (Have Dreamy WB discipline an unruly TAFE teacher 1 time)
- You're Toast (Have Dreamy WB discipline an unruly TAFE teacher 2 times)
- Don't Mess With Me (Have Dreamy WB discipline an unruly TAFE teacher 5 times)
- Oops I Slipped (Interact with WB when she's angry 1 time)
- Uh Oh (Interact with WB when she's angry 2 times)
- Run For Your Life! (Interact with WB when she's angry 5 times)
- The Apocalypse (Make WB angry enough to cause destruction)
- Leave The Poor Kid Alone (Have Dreamy WB intervene in a parent fight)

Brave The Elements
- Snowed In (Use your Ice abilities in 1 dream)
- A Sprig Of Thyme (Have Mrs O'N use her Earth abilities in 1 dream)
- Sparkie (Have EG use her Electric abilities in 1 dream)
- Burnt To A Crisp (Have LB use her Fire abilities in 1 dream)
- The Ice Age (Use your Ice abilities in 3 dreams)
- The Hills Are Alive! (Have Mrs O'N use her Earth abilities in 3 dreams)
- Power Surge (Have EG use her Electric abilities in 3 dreams)
- Black Friday (Have LB use her Fire abilities in 3 dreams)
- Brave The Elements (Use all 4 elements in 1 dream)

Miscellaneous
- The T-Ol-Essa (Call Dreamy WB by her alternate name)
- African Pride (Wear your hair as WB's/Dreamy WB's afro)
- Optical Illusion (See Dreamy WB wearing glasses in a dream)
- I Can't See You (Have Dreamy WB act as an invisible force in your dream)
- Where's Wally (Have Dreamy WB invisible to everyone except you)
- I Must Be Blind Or Something (Have Dreamy WB invisible to only you)
- Cert IV Reunion (Have every Cert IV Accounting classmate in your dream)
- Eccentric Dream Guide (Witness Dreamy WB do something she's never done before)
- Deja Vu (Have a dream about something you have experienced in real life)
- You Must Be Kidding (Experience something in real life after having a dream about it)
- Something's Not Right (Have WB and Dreamy WB appear in the same dream)
- Am I Seeing Double? (Have WB and Dreamy WB appear in the same scene!)
- Too Good To Be True (Confuse WB for Dreamy WB)
- I Thought You Liked Me... (Confuse Dreamy WB for WB)
- Kind Visitor (Have 1 interaction with anyone from SML)
- The Returning Fan (Have 2 interactions with anyone from SML)
- Friends For Life (Have 5 interactions with anyone from SML)
- Care Bears (Have Dreamy WB play with DB)
- The Nanny (Have Dreamy WB play with MBa)
- The Master Pilot (Fly a plane with WB or LB... Or both!)
- Time For Your Check Up! (Take LB to the dentist again - repeat of Dream No. 76)
- Clearing The Air (Talk to your deceased grandfather independently)
- Home And Away (Experience Summer Bay in NSW with Dreamy WB)
- Where Are We? (Have Dreamy WB take you to the US)
- Meet My Dream Guide (Bump into SML in the US with Dreamy WB)
- She's Used To Me Now (Have a full conversation with LB)

Morning of June 12, 2017. Monday.



I become aware that I am lying on a snow-covered sidewalk, possibly in La Crosse (where I have not been in real life since February of 1994). I “remember” that I had been with a group of pirates. Presently, I and at least three others are probably in need of assistance. We all are going to be taking at least two headache tablets (even though I do not have a headache). They are all on the ground, near parts of the snow-covered sidewalk. I also see a lot of powder, the appearance of which reminds me of powdered drain cleaner. Within the mostly white powder are slightly larger red, blue, and green grains.

I take only two pills and, even though the others have probably taken four, decide to stop there. I also ingest just a small amount of the powder. Still, I wonder if I had taken too much. (I do not use any kind of drugs or medication in reality.) I feel an unusual blissful sensation as well as a slight vivifying of my dream.

Later, I decide to get up. The other pirates do not follow me at this time. I find my way onto a porch that seems loosely modeled after the King Street mansion’s front porch. I lie on the wooden floor for a short time.

Soon, the leader of the pirates opens the front door and steps out onto his porch to see me lying there on my back. Even though I am a part of his group, he seems annoyed to see me and is going to shoot me. He takes out a flintlock rifle and aims at me. I do not really feel like being shot but I do not attempt to escape or even move. Suddenly, another pirate appears behind him on the porch (having just come in from outside) and shoots him in the back of the neck. This other pirate is Charlie Pace (a “Lost” television series character played by Dominic Monaghan). I am grateful and thank him. The rest of the pirates that had been lying on the snow-covered sidewalk enter the porch from outside and look down at the body, seemingly unsure of who the new leader will be.

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This is a typical porch dream of the type I have had all my life. Porches symbolize the waking transition of liminal space and often involve the personified preconscious (here, the pirate leader). The purpose of the preconscious is to initiate waking (or finalize the consciousness shift towards waking), sometimes by “killing” or annoying the fictional dream self (though sometimes linking “return flight” symbolism). Although it is rare to be “killed” in my dreams in a discernible manner, my emergent consciousness was projected as the pirate version of Charlie Pace (though sometimes my emergent consciousness is like an enemy as well depending on the type of waking symbolism that is rendered). (I have not seen an episode of “Lost” in a long time.) There was no direct hypnopompic surge (which probably would have happened had I been “shot”). It was a soft awakening. The very common dream sign of lying down having been “asleep” is present (and I am lying down in the last scene as well), which replaces the usual water induction (although technically snow is frozen water).

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Date of Dream: MON 12 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 131 - Separated Sections

Dream 131 A - It's Just A Pencil
I don't exactly remember what happened at the start of the dream. From the part where I can remember, NN was over at my house. He asked if he could go into my study room to get some paper to write up his trial balance for accounting. The rest of what happened in my house is blurry to me. Eventually, my dad and I did take NN home. Back I my house, I realised that NN had forgot to take his pencil back with him and so I thought to myself I have to return it somehow. I went to the phone and called a certain number which was his home number. No one picked up and so I tried again a second time. The second time wasn't successful either, and so I thought I personally had to go to his house myself.

The dream then skipped to my parents and I being somewhere near the city, looking like an area where homeless people live. I snuck off on them to go and find NN's house. As I was getting closer to his house, the dream was turning to night time and was completely at night when I got to his house. When I knocked on the door, this lady answered with a man and an old woman behind her... I'm guessing this was NN's mum and then also his dad and grandma. Then it was just his mum and she started to get angry at me for some reason. She said that there was a reason she didn't pick up the phone. I then said to her that I just come to return his pencil. Still she was giving me a lecture about something strange. She then asks me if I have anything to say and I end up saying “well I'm not going to give up on you”. I then abruptly change the topic saying I have to go. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 131 B - Driving Practice
Were were dropping NB off somewhere at this sort of party, but then some of my friends were there as well. I was hopping that WB was going to be at this party but I didn't see her and so I was disappointed. I thought that there was now no good reason for me to stay and so I decided to go. Just as I was about to leave, I saw AD wondering around and so spoke to her for a bit. She then showed where WB actually was, she was in some sort of ensemble and I saw her playing a violin! AD and I wanted to actually leave the place but there was an obstacle in the way... We couldn't go until WB lifted her violin bow. When she finally did, AD hurried after me and then the dream scene shifted.

I was now with my parents in the city somewhere. They told me that it was time to pick up NB from “Fountain Gate”, which I knew was just the location of the party and nothing like the real Fountain Gate. My parents were doing to drive but then I asked them if I could drive. My mum was constantly complaining but I wanted to prove to her that I could do it. So I envisioned and then summoned a small dark red car with a pair of L-Plates on it. At first, it was easy to drive but as I progressed further and further down the freeway, I got worse. I then woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- Chauffeur (Drive 1 person around)

Morning of June 12, 2017. Monday.



As with many of my dreams throughout my life, this dream is far too long, nonlinear, and surreal to relate cohesively online, though I will attempt to relate some of the main scenes as closely as possible.

I find myself with the understanding that I am playing Luke Skywalker in a new low-budget “Star Wars” movie. Zsuzsanna is Princess Leia (even though Luke and Leia were brother and sister rather than man and wife). The movie is implied to be along the same lines as the first “Star Wars” movie and I guess is meant to be a cheap remake. A couple other characters are with us, including a skinny version of Chewbacca, with much sparser hair.

In one scene, we are wading through a pond just outside of a large building, but we eventually enter the building. There is an unknown male near the entrance who is holding people’s credentials until they come back after exploring the building or possibly engaging in recreational activities. One of the unknown people I am with refuses to give the man his identification card and I think there might be some trouble. However, there is no implication of violence. The man instead hands him a small flower on a long stem, or at least that is what he says it is. To me, it looks more like some sort of small plastic rod, perhaps a toy. Still, nothing confrontational occurs.

After wandering about in the halls, we come to a room that is filled with water of about waist high (and thus must have a sunken floor). There is a giant jellyfish that I have to cut off from around Zsuzsanna and possibly another character. I use a large sharp sword. It takes awhile as I slice through its thick but soft body below the surface of the water. Someone shows me a miniature jellyfish that was just found in the small left pocket (of some sort of blue tunic) of one of our group (though this person must have been killed or vanished). This miniature jellyfish is like another one that apparently turned into the giant jellyfish and had entered his pocket while we waded in the pond outside the front of the building (on the left of the entrance).

From here, we walk towards the entrance, somehow not at all wet. Somehow, my “sword” is now a fake “lightsaber”, though not really like a lightsaber at all. I am carrying it horizontally in my right hand. It has a pink blade and a blue handle and is more like a giant toy jackknife even though, again, it is supposed to be a “Star Wars” lightsaber of about the same length. I realize that weapons are probably not allowed in the building. I do not want a confrontation, though none occurs as I fold the oversized plastic blade back into the handle. Meanwhile, the character that had taken our credentials stands without emotion near the entrance.

As we walk outside, I consider how cheap my prop looks. Looking back, I see that the male regards me with respect, and I consider how devoted an actor he is for seemingly feeling comfortable in such an obviously low-budget movie. For a short time, as I walk near a long colonnade, where many unusual characters (some alien, but most humanoid) are lined up to go into the building in the direction behind me to my left, I consider that I may be too old to be Luke Skywalker (who is supposedly meant to be the young version in this film). Still, the movie is being filmed in real time and I will do what I can.

As we walk along, I see what I firstly associate with a “Star Wars” tauntaun running along towards our direction but to our left in an open featureless field. For some reason, I call it an ostrich, mentioning it to the others. It is not like an ostrich however. It looks more like a giant quail. Another one appears, with an unknown female riding it.

In the last scene, Big Bird (from “Sesame Street”) appears as a “Star Wars” character. He makes an effort to sit on one of the creatures but I think he might be too big. Still, he manages to sit on it even though it lowers to the ground for a short time, but then seems fine and strong enough to support Big Bird’s weight. I turn to tell the others, “It’s a bird on a bird”.

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Once again, the preconscious (man at the counter collecting credentials) is not only not confrontational but quite respectful compared to past dreams. Still, this is probably because the flight symbol connection is being initiated (even though Big Bird does not really fly and the giant running quail are at least not implied to here either). Big Bird as my emergent consciousness factor relating to suitably being able to sit on the other bird relates to having deliberately lost weight recently. Cutting the giant jellyfish from around other characters possibly relates to me losing weight as well.

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Morning of June 12, 2017. Monday.



I am walking through an unknown city in a commercial area, where there are a number of small stores to my left as I walk. It seems to be late morning. I seem to be on my own at first. I have an interest in looking around in a store and turn to enter a store I think I recognize. When I walk in though, I see it is a clothing store.

“Whoops, wrong store,” I say as I soon turn around to leave. Another (unfamiliar) man who had been walking behind me also enters the store and turns around to leave when I do. It is almost as if he had been having the same thought orientation as I had and was simply following me as if I was “leading”, apparently also looking for whatever I am (even though we had not spoken and I am not even sure where I am going).

I continue to walk, but only a short distance and into another store that has a different type of entrance as the previous. There is a large long checkout counter on my right and an interior wall to my left so that it seems almost like walking through a narrow hall. I continue towards the back and see that it is a large bookstore.

I see a magazine that I find interest in after first noticing what I take to be an Omni magazine. When I pick it up and look through it, I see that it is a science-fiction comic book (in color) about dinosaurs and a group of men. I decide that I will buy it. I look in my wallet and I am somewhat surprised to find at least two one-hundred-dollar bills, a few fifty-dollar bills, and more. I illogically reason that my mother (who died in real life in 2002) had placed the money in my wallet. I have no memory that she had died even though I assume I am my present age.

I then see another magazine I want. I look through it and find it interesting. It also has at least one story relating to dinosaurs but is seemingly for older readers as well as being thicker. It is supposed to come with a CD, but I decide I will ask at the checkout if they have it. Our youngest son appears to my right as I decide to buy one more thing. I see a few groups of Casper comic books to my left. There are about four different covers (different issues) in the groups. I ask my son if he wants one and he says yes and points to one in another area to the right, but I already have one I find interesting and inform him that it is also larger. It is a fifty-two pages “giant” edition. He seems happy.

I go to the checkout and there is an unfamiliar cashier who is a female of perhaps fifty. She has gray hair. I remember to ask about the CD. However, when I look at the magazine, which is wrapped in (transparent) plastic, I see the CD is already there. I tell her that I had thought it would be in a jewel case attached to the cover. She looks at me with wary concern and asks if I had put anything on the CD (such as a computer virus, I assume) and I sarcastically ask her how I could have done that, asking her if I used the cover as a computer. Then I consider that technology might very well allow one to use a magazine cover as a computer, which I talk to her about for a very short time, but nothing negative commences and I remain cheerful.

As I pay, holding my wallet open and taking out a fifty-dollar bill, I notice an unknown female on my right cheerfully looking at the hundred-dollar bills in my open wallet as I hold it up near the counter. It almost seems as if she never saw one before and, slightly wary, I put my wallet away. It turns out however, that she had not been looking at my wallet or even at me; perhaps something on the counter.

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This dream is a very good example of why dreams are nothing like stories. I am looking through a magazine, planning to ask the cashier where the cover CD is. The magazine is somehow then commercially wrapped, implying it always had been (thus I could not have been looking through it even though I was). I then tell the cashier that I thought it would be in a jewel case, which makes no sense as I said this spontaneously and had really not considered it in this manner. Then the cashier asks if I had “put something” on the CD. Obviously, being wrapped, I could not have, and even if I had, I am buying it, so whatever I might have put on it would only be in my possession and with no problem or concern for others.

Additionally, my mother died in 2002, yet my son, born in 2007, is with me at his present age. My mother only ever lived in America and would not have had Australian money of such an amount to give me, thus making the setting itself ambiguous by location. Omni magazine stopped publication (in print) in Winter 1995. The Casper comic book, though new, was like one from around 1971. The threads of the fictional dream self always seem completely different each time and from many different timelines and temporary false memories.

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8/15/13 | Partial Success For Tail
I was somewhere in this awesome place where it was underwater and the only way to get in was to let go of all your breath at the bottom of the body of water it was located in, and then breathe once you were on the other side of the gate. It had all this amazing stuff. I didn’t want to leave, so I came back several times later. [Nearby Location Skip] I was outside next to the water than housed the secret location when I finally began to grow a tail. I also said to myself that I needed to grow fur. The biggest thing about this tail was that I was a huge step in the right direction; I felt my tail; I felt my hands through it.

8/16/13 (L) Value: 3 | First False Awakening
I seriously thought I had woken up, and I wanted to do a RC without moving too much. First, I tried to push my fingers through my left hand with no luck. But then I tried to breathe with my nose plugged and it worked. As soon as I realized I was in a FA, my heart rate spiked and I was frightened for a few seconds. It was just as vivid as real life, except in the dark, and it was harder to see. When I sat up to check my alarm clock, the display showed 8:53 when I pressed the alarm button. (When I truly woke up later in the morning, I pressed the alarm button on my real alarm clock and it happened to be 8:53.) When I looked forward, I demanded the lights to turn on, but it didn’t work. I got up, looked out the window, and walked onto my bed in preparation to break the window to get outside, where there was light on the street. However, I wasn’t fully convinced that I would break the window, so I stopped right before I hit it. When I was going to open it, the thought of growing a tail and fur had crossed my mind. By now, I had mostly calmed down, and the display on the heater said “Corr.” which meant “correction error.” I fixed it, and I sat down next to it(It said 77°F now, as it was that temperature in my real room.), about to grow a tail, and the REM period ended at 3:15 am and I woke up.
Time: 30-90 seconds

I've been meditating haphazardly and documenting my RCs in a small notebook. The time I do them; and what things I check for, but I haven't really had my heart in lucid dreaming lately. Though last night when I have a dream that's both lucid and that doesn't really have any elements that I feel don't belong in a public space.

I recall the dream starting in a location in a forest; lots of tall trees. There was a bunker like building right in front of me built into a hillside. It somewhat reminded me of the sheild generator base on Endor from SW-ROtJ. In fact I think I saw some dream characters wearing stormtrooper costumes. I became semi lucid, I believe through a nose pinch and I recall having my small RC documenting notebook in my hand.

I remember thinking to myself that now that I was lucid I should take off and fly, but a voice inside my head said that I couldn't because I wasn't sure that I was lucid yet. I told the voice in my head that I was lucid and that I would prove it; opening my RC notebook and showing it the successful RC. I had checked my phone for the time and it had read 11:62, checked it agian and it had read 11:622 and I had written that down. But the voice in my head said that I was making it up. I got mad and said that I would prove it. I reached into hyperspace and got a pair of large scissors and said that I would stab myself and not die. I stabbed the scissors into my solar plexus and didn't feel anything. I pulled them out and there was no blood but a square hole and my insides didn't seem to have any organs; I just looked like I was made of Bologna. I asked the voice if it still thought I was awake and I got no answer.

Probably not a smart RC for beginners; or anyone for that matter to use.

Now that I was fully lucid and didn't have a portion of myself talking me down I decided I would fly around. I flew above the bunker structure and didn't get far until I saw a bunch of DCs. It looked like they were shooting the star wars movie and despite being lucid I didn't want to interrupt and fly into their movie. I remember one of the dream characters said something about how the actors playing villains and actors playing heroes had to role play, even when off set to stay in character. Then another dream character told me something about cutting down trees and carving them into sculptures with a chainsaw and showed me a large wooden statue of a cat.

I decided I wanted to see my persistent dream characters and turned around to see them right behind me. (Manei and Marcus, though Marcus had appeared as the little robot orb once more.) I said hello to them. I remember when Marcus spoke he sounded like Jarvis from the Iron Man movies. Manei showed me her new tablet and someone drew an animated cartoon of her where she was trying to tie down her hair but the strap would always break and her hair would poof out and be really long and messy again.

I remember saying something along the lines of not having any plans to get lucid so it was for the two of them to decide what to do. Marcus said that he had some things he wanted to say.

"My time spent living inside this little ball [instead of a human body] has given me a new perspective on humans. You are very strange creatures; like ants scurrying around building sand hills and fighting for crumbs of a cracker. You make up gods that give you purpose and cause the contrived things you refuse to understand because you wasted all your lifetimes from the first cavemen to today looking down at the sand and rocks and you never bother looking up at the rest of the world to see how big it is."

The dream scene changed to an abandoned harbor. There were rusty boats half sunk and partially collapsed warehouses with trees and vines growing on them. It was dusk/dawn and there were some seagulls flying around. Marcus said something about the Buddha telling 11 lies in his lifetime and each one of them represented something and Manei said that he was wrong and there were more lies. I was trying to remember the quote Marcus had said and wanted the dream to end.

...

The dream carried on for awhile. At one point I was at a video arcade/casino in Niagara Falls. Manei and I were playing games trying to win enough tickets to get a blue plastic spaceship. The only prizes you could win at the arcade were little plastic ships. There were white ones, pink ones and yellow ones but the blue ones were the best because they were the rarest and glowed in the dark.

-+-

Marcus has always had a somewhat dim/depressed view of humanity now that I think about it.

A martial arts group was seeking me. They said they would teach me
parallel bars if I started a martial arts school with them, and that I would feel
an experience people felt like when/after they die. I wanted to
learn parallel bars. In the dream it felt like a cult and I was afraid.

In a different dream I was doing gymnastics and eating dark chocolate.
I can't remember if I could taste the chocolate but I think I did a little
bit, not the same as in real life.

All else slipped away. Hoping to write my dreams down tomorrow morning. want to
get back into my dream journal and get a lucid dream. Really wish the dream progressed
to the parallel bars so I could experience them at least in a dream.

Building

In an office building, looking around. Actually, feeling a bit lost and uncertain of what I'm looking for. While here I see my mom in one of the offices. I wait in the hallway for her to come out and pretend to appear surprised when she calls my name. I turn around and we chat for a moment about nothing specific. I can feel that she's happy to see me... I'm less pleased to see her. I love her and think she's great. It's just unfortunate she's working in Hell and it's this aspect that saddens me. They treat her decently and it's a mutually beneficial arrangement, it's just unfortunate. She has to get back to work so I tell her I'm just running errands and I'll see her later.

Escort

I'm still in Hell, but now I'm pushing a cart with a few supplies in it. I need to take it somewhere. A man is escorting me; I'm rather fond of him for no particular reason. He seems warm. We arrive at an elevator and I'm hesitant to ride with the other riders. They are surrounded by darkness and I can't tell where the darkness is originating from; whether it's the elevator itself, an individual inside the elevator, or the collective within the elevator. I know enough to hesitate, and my escort informs me we'll take the next one. I exhale a sigh of relief. I didn't really want to explain my preference to wait, so I'm relieved he reads me exceptionally well.

We wait, then I enter the empty elevator. My escort has vanished and I'm with two women. Once we enter, a secondary door forms. I walk through the elevator and start laughing. I'm on another level without having to go up or down, just around. The two women I'm with are confused, so I explain we're on the right level. They're still confused. They don't seem very adaptive to changing reality. I explore on my own.

Starving Demons

I'm observing a group of three women eating at an exclusive restaurant. Still in Hell. They are visibly disgruntled and I realize they've run out of money. They can't afford to eat more than an appetizer. A fourth woman arrives and I'm staring at her beige colored necklace around her neck, it's quite interesting--looks like a belt. The fourth woman offers to pay for their meal. The three women, as it turns out, had planned poorly resulting in their current unfortunate series of events. The fourth woman had prepared by being more than evil (though I still believe she's a demon, not all demons are created equal). The fourth woman had been kind to others, regardless of origin (she was nice to the non-demons), and as the world changed she was able to change with it. The other three had not been kind and now they are unable to sustain themselves (food source went away).

Possession

I'm observing a pair of demons outside. One is normal and nice. The other demon is possessed by hatred. Understandable. The nice one is trying to convince the other one to abandon the hatred as it's consuming her and will eventually claim her life. The nice one retrieves what appears to be the child of the possessed demon. Makes sense as family bonds are a decent method to tame emotional hatred. This doesn't work and the possessed demon is on the verge of attacking its offspring. It's very unfortunate to see things have escalated to this degree. I'm considering stepping into the body of the possessed in order to pull it out of that state. It just needs a gentle tug--but I never get to see the outcome as it's time for me to wake.

Notes

My dreams have always involved Hell being the winning political party. I've been a permanent resident of Hell, but I've also resided in lighter areas too. As I grew up I traveled vast distances and met many wonderful beings, all over. I came to understand that origin and residency don't necessarily make individuals good or bad. Individuals choose who they want to be. There are demons in Heaven, just as there are angels in Hell. It's a horrific race war, even on the spiritual planes. Now that Heaven has the upper hand due to recent events, the demons are struggling to adapt. Their food source has been severely diminished and their hunting methods and way of life must change or they will perish. I'm here to ensure the demons survive. Why? Because demons are spirits too. Life should be protected and everyone deserves the opportunity to live. Personally, I find it hilarious to see demons miserable. It's a nice change of pace.

I'm in a forest with my friend. Its fall in the dream, there are barely any leaf on the trees , its about afternoon.
For some reason my rage overcomes me and now I want to kill him, I grab a stone and throw it in his direction, but it didnt get him. Then I chase him for a while, he climbs up on that hill full of trees. I follow him, I remember Star Wars, and the "high ground" so I continue to climb, once i got there, he starts to back up , but instead of following him , I climb up on that big branch that has fallen off and is on another tree. Then I screamed " It's over , Anakin! I have the high ground!" , then as an echo I hear the answer " You underestimate my power! " , I say " Don't try it" . Then at this point it all goes foggy and I dont remember what happened after wards.

In a ltely fragment I remember fightning someone, then i became semi lucid, and tried to jump on the next level of that building where my enemy was . then i woke up.

Morning of June 11, 2017. Sunday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we are now are at a carnival, though curiously, a group of people are in our house at one point (mostly in our lounge room) who are apparently waiting to enter another area. I do not see them as imposers and even consider how there are not that many people around. There is the typical ambiguity of the setting being an unlikely essence of indoors and outdoors at the same time, a common factor of my dreams since early childhood.

A photographer is present in a few different scenes. He reminds me of Al, the Italian manager of a pawn shop in La Crosse, who I have not seen in nearly twenty-five years.

Although some of the photographs he takes seem okay, many are very poorly done, often cutting off the person’s face below the nose. I have the strong impression that the photographs he takes that turn out well are the result of random coincidence.

Zsuzsanna and I sit to the right of an unknown family. I sit to Zsuzsanna’s right. I assume the photographer is going to take a few good photographs of the scene. However, when I look at them later, I see that my face is only visible above the mouth and in one photograph, the one I look at the longest, both my eyes are closed. I show Zsuzsanna and relate my opinion of this photographer as not being very good. I notice in the last photograph, my right eye is closed and my left eye is open.

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The photographer is of course this dream’s personified preconscious. He is not really confrontational here as in many other dreams. The purpose of the personified preconscious is to initiate the waking transition and in some cases, as here, to give evidence that the dreamer is dreaming. The subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic jerk is only one of several factors in this waking symbolism. The preconscious is more of a biological necessity, though not always personified (for example, is sometimes an animal, sometimes an event or feature of a setting, but always fairly obvious if one understands dreams). The nature of how the preconscious waking factor is rendered, and what character plays the role in a particular dream, sometimes seems completely random. However, looking more deeply, there is usually more than one layer.

In this case, the photographer is played by a man who worked at a checkout. A checkout is a form of liminal space waking symbolism. (The analogy is that a person is done shopping and ready to return home as akin to leaving the dream state, or “checking out of the dream state”.) This type of hybrid characterization, though always unique, has occurred in thousands of my dreams, with the same waking symbolism and implications.

It is not that common for me as my personified subconscious (temporary fictional dream self) to be The Sleeper. This element is typically projected as something else, even faulty technology. In the last photograph, one of my eyes is open, which is an emergent consciousness factor. (My mouth is not visible in the photographs as I cannot speak coherently while sleeping.) Zsuzsanna and I are oriented in my dream as we are in bed in reality (that is, she is to my left). There seem to be a few types of instinctual dreaming (non-lucid dream control). In addition to the state where the dreamer knows he is making the dream (and yet does not even remember or know what a dream is), there is the state as here, where the dreamer is more passive to events, yet where there is the subliminal knowledge of being asleep but not direct or creating viable lucidity. There is also a sort of halfway point when I am next to Zsuzsanna, my dream attaining real environmental orientation while still within the dream state (more common and sustained in my childhood dreams).

Of course, a carnival symbolizes the dream state itself (that is, a place not relevant to the usual day-to-day reality, though my family had been to one recently).

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Morning of June 11, 2017. Sunday.



I am riding in the back of a taxi. The driver, a dark-haired male in his thirties, is unfamiliar. Zsuzsanna is with me. There also seems to be at least one unknown female present as a passenger. She makes unusual comments as we ride through a mostly unlit area, as if she is uncertain of the intention of the cab driver or where we are going. We go through an odd area between two exterior (presumably) walls in a more isolated part of the unknown city. The walls are irregular (more like rock faces) and seem to have recesses with unknown features, perhaps living creatures, but this never becomes clear.

Several different times, the taxi goes up a staircase, similar to the one on Rose Street (but somehow never down one). I do not consider this unusual, even though we somehow are eventually outside and at ground level again, to later ride up another high flight of steps. The last staircase is slightly steeper than the previous but there is never any sense of fear or even wariness.

Finally, we get out of the taxi on the second floor of an apartment building, apparently where the driver lives. This does not seem unusual to me. (In fact, my dream self had no backstory memory or any destination in mind at any point.) The driver walks over to an unusual “table” in his kitchen, but which looks more like the walls we saw earlier, and is actually like a large irregular rock (though flat on the top) in the shape of a rectangular prism. The driver exclaims “Oh!” (as if surprised by something unseen) and waves his hand, but there is nothing there. He mentions that a wasp had emerged earlier from the “table” and seems to think that this event is also transpiring presently (though it is not). I do not feel threatened or alarmed in any way and calmly mention to all the others that there is nothing there.

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In this dream, the preconscious shows me, several times, the “staircase as consciousness shift” factor (here, as implied waking symbolism). Still, there is no discernible change in the waking transition as such (though in contrast to going up, going down steps typically either vivifies my dream or triggers full lucidity). Even more oddly, he pretends the flight symbol (hypnopompic start precursor) is present in the last scene when I do not see it or feel the “return flight” mood at all. (Obviously, I still eventually wake.)

It is a general rule that the preconscious becomes more dominant (even aggressive or uncommunicative) over time during a particular sleep cycle. Obviously, this is because waking up is a biological necessity. This did not seem so much like a glitch as a “practice run” inclusive of my usual waking symbolism over the last fifty years.

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