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Night of April 10, 2017. Monday.



I am someone else and connected to the sales or delivery of a centrifuge. Knowing its overall appearance, it is not that hard to associate it with a poker chip carousel. There is ambiguity over time, in fact, upon deciding what it really is or what is really going on. The first scene is of men in white lab coats using the centrifuge. Still, cowboys from another time gather, apparently in a tavern. For a moment, a cowboy seems to be wearing a lab coat over his trail-worn clothes.

It is a questionable situation. There are about five cowboys sitting at a round wooden table playing poker in an old west environment - yet these same men are also somehow simultaneously standing outside in the street, but it can not be discerned if they are planning mischief (either inside or outside) or simply involved in social events with other residents. Only mild anticipation ensues. It seems to be morning. Birds are singing outside beyond the batwing doors.

Morning of April 10, 2017. Monday.



I am aware that I will be doing some sort of test or writing assignment (as apparently I am still in school) and I go into a store to buy a pencil. The cashier is Patrick S, my foreman (from Northern Engraving) who shot himself years ago.

There are three rectangular display wells on one side (in a connected sequence), with at least the middle one having several pencils in various conditions. I pick out a new yellow pencil that is not sharpened and which is featureless at both ends (that is, with no eraser on either end). I am thinking that there may not be a way to sharpen it (after being back in the classroom) in order to do my work. The cashier tells me that it is ten cents. As I pay him, I see that the pencil is now sharpened but is barely long enough to hold onto but also has an eraser. It seems odd but I do not put it back. The lead (graphite) is somewhat blunt and partly covered by the wood as well. Still, I do not complain (as I may be able to write with it as is) and take it with me back to the unfamiliar school. (I have a brief thought that the cashier might say something about the condition of the pencil but he does not.)

Back in the classroom, I see that there are already suitable sharpened pencils for the students, one near each empty seat, so I take one to use as I sit down. The teacher sits at my table, directly across from me. Oddly, he is also Patrick S (though implied to be a different person than the cashier). I do not consciously notice this impossibility. We each have some sort of workbook. The teacher (not having the answer at hand) is also to do the work at the same time as the students. He tells us that the work is on page 164. Even though we all go to page 164 in our own copy of the book, I notice that the number is 154 when looking later. (Still, I stay on that page.)

The task involves finishing a logic puzzle with a fishing theme. The entire page is filled with clues in the form of sentences, yet none of them relate directly to the solution other than one of the last clues (second or third from the bottom), which mentions catfish, largemouth bass, smallmouth bass, and a weight value (of the catfish). The entire table (with at least six events, perhaps eight) is apparently to have (at least) the person’s name, the kind of fish they caught, its weight, and the location it was caught. I look it over and find it rather strange. There are no names of people or places that I can discern in the clues so how would one be able to complete the table?

The teacher cheerfully mentions to me that there is more on other pages. I notice a couple blank tables on the next page but I do not know if it relates to the task at hand. Perhaps he means that I can do a different puzzle on one of the other pages, but I do not say anything and mostly regard the fishing-themed one.

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What am I "fishing for" here? My transient temporary dream self (a different incarnation in each dream, often which has no association with current conscious self identity), also known as the "personified subconscious", does not really exist, thus I am in the puzzled state (which does not occur in all dreams), seeking the return to my conscious self identity (otherwise known as waking up from sleep, literally). The part where the pencil changes has the essence of non-lucid dream control.

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+ I'm in a (house?), leaning over a table looking at the flickering CRT monitor of the owner's home computer. I have a very clear view of the screen, it is displaying lines of bright, multi-colored text. The patterns of the light lead me to believe and ask if the monitor technology is vector (as opposed to raster, normal). The guy goes on to talk about the system, it's a Google computer, very powerful and meant or different purposes

+(f) EZ? from work has sent out another email with a lot of details in it. I wonder how he sends out so many emails like that. I think he must have an automated system that does it for him, otherwise it would take too long.

+(f) talking to a guy about land. He (and his family) has bought hectares of it. I imagine a large empty field of dirt.

+ I'm passing through a guard station [minor DS]. There are two stages. At the first state I give my name in a foreign language (including spelling it?), having done that I move to the second guard post who asks for my pass from the first post. I don't have it, I point back at the first post and say I was just there. While I'm waiting the guard receives a pass and calls out the name, I go to collect it thinking it might be mine but there's a guy who comes in from the left, it's his, he was already waiting for it.

I have had pretty inconsistent recall lately but a ton of spontaneous lucids and semi-lucids. I only consider lucids that I write or type toward my lucid count so I feel like I am letting myself down by not dream journaling a lot. I'm not really in a dry spell but I need to focus on dream control goals as that is how I make the most progress. I will be preping for the upcoming Spring lucid competition and next month I think I will foucos on TOTMs for a while.

I may transition entirely to using the DV dream journal system but I am pretty determined to completely fill my paper journal. We will see how it goes.

This dream was a spontaneous lucid I had a couple days ago but it had witches in it so I feel it is worth adding to my DV journal.

04.06.2017
09:00 AM

Random Witch Cats (Semi-Lucid)

I am at some sort of lunch party with my girlfriend. We are on a large balcony filled with lots of people mingling and drinking mimosas but I don't really remember where I am or why I am here. A couple girls start talking to us although now I have no idea what we talked about. After we finish our conversation I turn to follow my girlfirend but then I notice the two girls transform into cats and disappear into the see of legs. Based on my previous dreams these are clearly witches and I do become lucid for a moment but I don't make the connection until long after loosing lucidity and waking up. My girlfriend and I enter the building. She needs to go to the bathroom so I wait outside the door. A black cat and an orange cat walk by but I think nothing of it. After my girlfriend gets out of the bathroom we rejoin the party in another room and the two girls are there again I become lucid again for a moment but I don't have any goals in mind so what should I do? "These girls are pretty hot I guess I should just make out with them", I think, as I loose lucidity again. Yada yada yada, everyone makes out with everyone else until I wake up. lol

2017, 04-07

Enter Lothlorien

I am in a place I don’t recognize. I look around, trying to figure out where I am. I see I am very close to the foot of some tall mountains, I am in a rocky area at the foothills of the mountains. Not sure where to go, I follow the sound of a flowing river or stream. I go a little way before I find the source of the sound. The river is little more than a creek here, bubbling out of the rocks and flowing and cascading away down the foothills. I start following the stream to see where it leads. I make note of how nice a day it is for taking a walk outside. I kick myself for not bringing my phone alone, I could be getting distance on my Pokemon Go app even if there aren’t any pokemon in such a remote area.

I have not gone far before there is a flash of white light in front of me. I stop and do a double take because there are now two men standing where there was no one just seconds before. I recognize both of them right away. One of them is MoSh, and the other one is Q from Star Trek. I am surprised to see either of them here, since MoSh lives in a different country than I do and Q doesn’t exist in our world at all. When I think about that I realize this area doesn’t look like any place around my home, which is in the middle of a desert. Q smiles and even chuckles a bit. He says it’s amazing how slow the mind tends to conclude that it is dreaming. He tells me to do a reality check. I hesitate, my mind really is working rather slowly though I’m not sure why that might be. Finally I pinch my nose to do a reality check and I find I can breathe just fine even with my nose pinched. So I become lucid and then I announce to Q that I am dreaming. Q says he knows that, he’s the one who told me to do a reality check. He says the rest of the fellowship should arrive momentarily, and he was going to disappear. He then tells both MoSh and me to make sure and remember that we’re dreaming. MoSh gets down on the ground and is looking at his hand strangely. I ask what he’s doing and he says time dilation. I’m really not sure what he is talking about. I am thinking about asking Q about time dilation but when I look back I see Q has vanished.

I look over at MoSh and see he is still focused on his hand. I wait for a bit and soon a group of people come along. I recognize them from the Lord of the Rings books / movies. Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, Merry, Pippin, Sam, Frodo. It appears Aragorn is leading them. He does a double take when he sees me and says he thought I’d disappeared again. He says we have to hurry on our way because there will be orcs swarming from that mountain after us once it gets dark. He asks who my friend is, pointing at MoSh. I give him a name that must satisfy him, but I can’t remember what name I gave. Aragorn hurries past and tells us we had better keep up. MoSh gets up and watches Aragorn and the others pass by. I notice Frodo is hanging back a bit. I ask if he is ok. He looks like he is in pain. He says he is ok, just got the wind knocked out of him by an orc spear back there. I tell him I can help, and I focus some healing energy through him. He seems to feel better and continues at a quicker pace.

We have continued quite a while when we come to a river. Legolas is saying the river is the Nimrodel and can wash away weariness when one bathes their feet in the water. He says we will have to wade across it because there are no bridges, but it is shallow. So everyone wades across the river. It is starting to get dark out, even now dusk is settling into night. Legolas is singing a song about the Nimrodel now, but I don’t pay much attention to the words, the melody is nice. Legolas says we’d best sleep in the trees and jumps for a branch. Someone is in the tree, however, and gives him a command in a different language. I somehow understand the language, the tree dweller commanded Legolas to drop back to the ground and wait there… Legolas tells everyone else to stay still and not move. I wait for a bit and finally some elves drop from the trees. They do not seem hostile, however, just cautious.

Even as Legolas and the other elves are discussing whether or not our group can pass into Lothlorien there is a lot of noise around us and we are under attack. Aragorn expresses surprise that the orcs could have caught up so quickly, and draws his sword to fight. Legolas fires arrows and drops a few orcs before they even reach us. It suddenly occurs to me that I was going to make sure MoSh has a Witchblade. I don’t see one on his wrist so I reach into an inner pocket of my Assassin’s robes and I find a Witchblade there. I take it out and toss it to MoSh after getting his attention. He catches it and puts it on. It forms into armor and a sword as the attacking orcs get closer. The orcs are now close enough to engage in melee combat. I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and then I engage the orcs in battle. My Alex Mercer blade carves through attacking orcs as fast as they can come on and attack. I’m being attacked from all directions so I use a spin attack like Link from Legend of Zelda, slicing several orcs open across the middle. I look around just in time to see MoSh remove the head of an attacking orc. Before long all of the attacking orcs have been destroyed.

After the battle is over I see some of the elves set about disposing of the orc bodies. One of the elves is over talking to Legolas, from what I can tell they are discussing whether we will be allowed to enter into Lothlorien. They finally decide that we can enter, but will have to be blindfolded. I look over and I see MoSh looking up at the trees and wandering around a bit. He says this place is beautiful and then takes off flying, much to the amazement of the fellowship and the elves. One of the elves asks me where MoSh is going. I tell the elf not to worry about where MoSh is going, he won’t cause any harm. The elf says that’s not for me to decide. I tell him that if fighting by their side to defeat the orcs isn’t proof of friendship, what is? He looks like he will say something else but then he doesn’t. I realize I still have my blade arm active and I shift it back to my normal arm. The elf says we’d best get into the trees to rest for the night, they have platforms prepared for just such use. The people in the fellowship start climbing up rope ladders that are hanging down from the trees. The elf asks if MoSh will be returning. I tell him I don’t know for sure, but I rather doubt it. And I don’t think I’ll be around for much longer, either. He asks where I would go when there are surely more orcs out there on the hunt. I tell him I can only be there in a dream, so I might be waking up at any time. He says no, that while Lothlorien may look like a place only to be found in dreams, it is most definitely real. Before I can clarify what I mean, however, everything fades to black and I wake up.

2017, 04-07

Going Tiny

I am in my house, but it is not the current one, it is a house I lived in many years ago. The house was located on a large plot of land in northern Utah, covered with many oak trees surrounding the house. I am out to the side of the house where there is a trail leading off into the trees. I look around and I see my mother and my brother (who has been dead for 8 years) are both there. They are packing things into large hiking backpacks and talking about what things we are taking with us and what things we are leaving behind. As I listen to them, I gather that we are moving into a tiny house and we can only take with us what we can fit in our hiking backpacks. I think this is really strange as John hasn’t been living with us for quite a while. My mom and John are now discussing where John is supposed to put all of his shoes, though I don’t remember him having an inordinate number of shoes. We manage to put on our backpacks, and I notice mine is quite heavy. I then remember that my gaming laptop is in there, and that is a heavy item, but there’s no way I’d leave it behind. We start heading off down a sandy path that supposedly leads to our new tiny house, but I never get to see it because I wake up.

TV

Just a dream of me and Asuka watching Bjork music videos. One in particular I remember was "birthday" by the sugarcubes. When Bjork get's to the chorus which is a series of melodic screams like a 5 year old would, she would get out of breath and couldn't sing it right.

This one was few days ago:

DR:
I am standing in an opening in a stone wall. Looks medieval. I'm carefully looking out, shielding myself with my large, round battle axe. There is a horde of people dressed in bear skins and similar attire, rounding a corner with their weapons raised above their heads. As they come near, a woman aims at the opening and starts shooting arrows with a bow.

Last night:
DR1:
I'm in my childhood house with my brother. We start to notice that items are rearranging themselves. New items appear that we have never seen before. I want my brother to hand me my phone so we can call our parents, but my phone was rearranged.

I notice our front door is not fully closed. I look outside and I hear someone coming up the stairs. I get scared, but then I see it's my dad.

DR2:
I'm visiting someone in their apartment. Talking to this girl, it turns out she is a lucid dreamer. We talk about how to pronounce DILD, WILD and DEILD. What's her method and something about "if we were dreaming now"...

DR3:
I'm in a same or similar apartment as dream before. Someone is at the door. They open to see and it's about 8 pot head hippies. They want to close the door, not let them in, but somehow they push their way in. So they let the hippies use the fax or whatever they wanted. I'm thinking, wow, if they wanted to hurt me, there is nobody to stop them.

Another knock on the door. Its the satan. They don't want to let him in either, haha, but they can't say no. I think nopenopenope and I walk out the door. But there is his wife. I knew her name in a dream. She offers to walk me out, and again i"m nopenope. Then I realize if she wanted to, she can just appear anywhere while I'm going down the stairs couple of floors.

Then I woke up and was time for work. Thank god.

It started with me waking up from my bed. The blue sky is dim as if it will turn night soon. I look around and see a phone, however I assume it is my brother instead of mine. I hear words and people as I put my head back down to the pillows below. I think of my mother and father and offcially get out of bed to greet them. As I am out and about, I see my mother reorganizing the refrigerator. Talking with my father about outside stuff, things I didn't care to pay much attention to. I walk over to get something to drink, to where my father addressed to how I've messed up on something. I can no longer remember what it was about.

But when I heard it I became agitated and eventually slam my fist on the counter. My mother said "looks like he is at it again" As my father simply sigh in a gesture to say this wasn't the first time I acted out. Looks like I'm a hot head in this one I thought to myself. That is when my brother came down stairs from the shadowy corners. He and I greeted each other but then walk off and for an unknown reason both I and my parents had a desire to follow him. We did which led us to a holographic image appearing infront us like some future tec stuff. It showed my brother bashing a flower set up in anger.

We continue to watch and then I came in to the picture, I look a bit younger and so did my brother. My brother had stormed out somewhere and my younger self followed. I and my parents along with my brother both followed as well. I came close to the younger me and touch his clothes. That's when he became even younger and my holo brother was looking to fight. That's when my lucidity began, my parents did not know what was happening. I told them this is a vision my brother is having. I told my brother to hurry up and complete this so we can all wake up.

My borther look at me and gave me the ok face. He and I both walk up to the card that we knew would be the exit. My brother read of the bar code which should release us. As he had done so I began to feel faint and very light. After that I had awoken to where my lucidity was no more. My family and I all appeared to be in the mouth of a serpant dragon. The monster then spit us all out except for this one guy with torn up clothes and long blonde hair. I could sense his intentions were to stay with it for I don't know. After this happened I had awaken again, but chose to not open my eyes. Instead I use my loud neighbors as an advantage.

I knew I would wake up like this sooner or later. Instead of lying there thinking about how much I hate them. I'll use them for a skill I never was very good at. With not much effort, I lay there and ponder what trigger thought should be the one to shoot me in to a dream. That's when I could feel myself needing to use the restroom slightly. Ah, that's a good thought to use as it has a feeling as well. Before I knew it, I had enter a dream and was using the restroom. It work with my eyes shock, hoping that I wasn't actually wetting myself. But I doubt it as the liquid look to fake round like. Before I could look around a lot, I had woken up again due to another disturbance from the waking world.

EXT. RESTAURANT - DAY

I discuss lucid dreaming with my friend, Brooklyn, mentioning dream control. "For instance," I explain, "If I were having a lucid dream right now, I could say, 'Let me see a green blimp in the sky with a giraffe in the gondola,' and it might appear--maybe."

Brooklyn seems mildly impressed. "Do you have to pray to make such things happen?" she asks.

"Well, I just sort of talk to myself--to my subconsciousness," I tell her.

[Next time, demonstrate the reality check, please!]

I am playing basketball in this dream, but the ball we are playing with is floppy, gray-colored and partially deflated. There are a several players on the court. It is impossible to tell who is on who's team, as everyone is wearing something different. There are no uniforms. When I get the ball I have to guess who is on my team. I single out a guy running by me and pass the ball to him. Since it is deflated and light, I am not able to aim it properly and it doesn't go far. Running feels good in this dream; I need the exercise. When I go to make a jumpshot I float way, way up above the court and up to the steel rafters in the ceiling. Up here I see a birthday cake, decorated with orange and black frosting. The words State Hospital are written on it. I fly up to this area and see the cake numerous times during the game. I always make an arc over the cake, as I go up to the ceiling and then come back down to the court.

There are much more people gathered on the court now. They form a semi-circle around the net from back at the 3-point line. Some of the players are in wheelchairs. There is a woman who resembles my wife in one of the wheelchairs surrounded by several young girls who are not in wheelchairs. I throw the ball to one of them to "check", but the ball doesn't fly right as usual. It sails off on a tangent over their heads and I run after it. It takes me out to the woods by a beach where I again I see my wife (though she doesn't see me). It is dark in the woods and she is searching for something. She is shining a flashlight into the shrubs. I creep by her, using the trees as camouflage, trying to avoid her detection. I think my daughter is with her. Dreamt 2/22/2017

I was in a dream in peril and not in control, then someone asked me what I wanted to do and I said "learnt art", then after that I was in a market of some sort and began using my art powers of sort to control the dream.

After I woke up, I realized I wanted to make my art skills better, I pulled my sketchbook and later I found 500 pesos in it.

So this is sick. Thought my practice of meditation, I can sit there and WATCH my thoughts go by during a WBTB period. Similar to how a small child sits quietly and watches television in a darkish room. Quietly and alert to what it happening in front of them. Eventually the thoughts turn into hypnagogia and sleep paralysis kicks in. I can feel my body going numb. Sometimes, I "push into" one of the hypnagogia and thus enter the dream world.

Standard lucid dream this morning. Got out of bed, went out of house and walked around neighborhood. Looked for Naomi; didn't find her. The scene was night time. I decided to walk to my park. The scene changed to morning time. I made it to the park entrance but there as this metal pathway. I went inside of it and the dream collapsed.

I must have woken up because the rest of the dreams I had were non-lucid. This leads me to believe that for this technique to be successful, I need to be almost fully awake - in a meditative mindset - THEN go back to sleep. My DEILD skills suck too much to try and re-enter a dream immediately.

I've been awake for 2 hours now so my recollection is going to suffer. But, wow.
I had the first truly great dream in a very long time.

My memory starts out sexual. We were under covers on a couch, trying to be stealthy. My grandmother starts firing off a list of stuff she wants the guy to pick up from the store lol. I pretended to be asleep until he was gone and then my grams told me he was engaged, that the marriage must take place and I needed to forget and stay away from him.
Next thing I know, I'm back in time to the early 1900's. I was with a wealthier class of people in nice gowns and social standings. I was paired with some girl and we talked about favorite songs. I then told her about Jekyll and Hyde and sang part of a song for her. I told her it wouldn't come out until the 1990's but she HAD to see it even though she'd be 105
The dream gets vividly sexual but we're interrupted by something else. Turns out he was married and his wife was ushering him to a car. She told me they both had their own sexual kinks and secrets. I told them I was pregnant and they'd never see the child because WV was much too far away for that.

We were crammed into a ancient car with another family. It was a poor family and they were selling their children and babies.
Then I insist on driving but the steering wheel is on the wrong side and women weren't supposed to drive so I fought for the steering wheel.
The roads were insane. There weren't any stop lights or signs so everyone was just doing their own thing and a bus full of orphans barely avoided a train, but crashed into the side of a factory.

Someone ended up finding a book I had about cars. It had a logo (Motorolla lol as a car company) which was a car just then being invented. They were fascinated by everything they read.
The dream just fizzled out.

A tidbit I don't know how it fits is that I had a gummy substance stuck in my mouth and throat. I had to grab it with both hands but also be discrete. It made several appearances in the above dream. I've had that event throughout the decades but rarely. I've never really known what it signifies.

I also had a zombie dream at some point. I loaded myself into a wrong save game and it was horde night. I was rushing to the roof access to avoid the horde when a giant hornet attacked. I grabbed it and tried stabbing it but kept missing. My health was very low and I eventually died. I saw an error pop up saying my bedroll had been destroyed. Great. They destroyed my base and there was no telling where I'd respawn.
I came to in a nice neighborhood. I saw one of my earlier build with a staircase that didn't connect to an upper floor. I wondered if I had enough stamina to make the jump. I did. When I landed, there were bicycle's tied nearby. I approached the door and heard something like breaking glass. One of the bikes fell over and shattered. People lived in the house and thought I broke the bike until they reviewed a recording. We had a good laugh about me mixing up the homes and I noticed it was 11:30AM and horde night was over.

I had those dreams between 7:30AM-9:30AM.

There was a pile of stuff on some grass. There was also a group of people with that got changed into characters. I got changed into the 11th Doctor, so I looked for my sonic screwdriver. I scanned things when I found it, including both plane-like vehicles swooping down from the sky. The first was a red one, and the second was a blue one with a huge sphere in front.
[New Scene]
I was playing BotW, and I just got a quest that led to a big dungeon.
[New Scene]
Only a selection of people could smell or see a set of objects, including a specific gun and a cheeseburger.