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I had this dream this morning before getting up. The first part of the dream was two girls of the same age I'm not sure wether they're siblings (twins) or cousins were in a bedroom, which had a layout of what a bedroom that my Materneal grandparents' house had. The room was known as "the stovepipe roomn" because the pipe from a stove on first floor went through the room. Well any the relatives were sleeping-one of the girls wakes up, and she wakes the other one up and they somehow started talking about wanting sugary cereal but someone wouldn't let them have it. I'm can't remember if they're talking about Nesqik, or Timbits cereal. I don't remember the rest of the dream but what I do remember is the ending-that the dream changes over to an adult who is writing at a desk and they get some kind of feeling and looks down there's an ant on their leg and they look even farther down and they see a parade of ants carrying some cheerio cereal and the last item to be parade by was I think a Jelly-bacon donut that some ants got trapped in so that the adult reached down and grabbed that donut and then went to the sink to wash the ants off to eat some of that donut.

17th April 2022

Scraps:

At old home, the shop underneath. I'm talking to the old owner, T. Mom is at the shop too after a while? I look for some cereal but I either can't find what I want or it's all weirdly overpriced. Something about being in the kitchen at old home. A pizza that bakes for too long? I am distracted by something, and also need to take S for a walk.


23rd April 2022

Fragment:

Half-game, half-real. I'm killing some secret cow level mobs in an area that makes me think of the old home cul-de-sac. Then, I'm talking to L about XP per mob, I say I can do 400XP per second or about 120 something K per minute. We then ask J (family friend) who's nearby at a doorframe, see what he thinks.

(Rest of recall was lost. Recall was left too long.)


25th April 2022

~5:00
Fragment:

I am naked and H is here with me, probably naked as well. I have female genitals and H is inserting a sex toy. The sensations all feel very vivid and lifelike.

(Left recall too long, couldn't muster enough will to make initial notes even though I intended to do so.)

I had this werid dream a couple of weeks ago. For some reason Mom had gotten me a lot of junk cereal. One I don't think was a real cereal (Can't remember what it was called but the colours were simliar to Cimminaon toast crunch) but I do remember that on the front had Donald Duck on it. I think that was after an entirely different dream which involved Disney ducks and an area and hockey and Hockey I Shrank the Kid/Honey we Shrunk Ourselves and Murphy's law all mixed in one. . Let's just say the hockey game was one Murphya's law after another. But in the cereal dream beside Mom buying me the boxes of ever-single-possible-junk food we had to put the junk cereal everwwhere on both sides of the railing which seperates the living room from the dinning room.

Morning of September 22, 2017. Friday.



In my dream, we are living in a distorted version of the Loomis Street house (where I have not been since February of 1994 and where Zsuzsanna and our children had never been). However, I have no recall that it was actually my sister Marilyn and her husband (of whom I have no thoughts of at all in my dream) whose house it mainly was.

In the first part of my dream, I am watching a nautilus on top of the kitchen counter. Rather than this part of the kitchen counter being in the actual kitchen along the west wall, it is along the west wall of the dining room left of the west doorway. I had been sitting at the dining room table. Although the nautilus is otherwise a water denizen (and probably a feature of the very common water induction as dream state initiation), it moves along the counter, seemingly healthy, seemingly breathing the air. I feed it some pieces of cereal and watch it eat. It faces to the left in profile.

Over time, I realize that the nautilus was part of an aquarium based on Lego block creations. There are an unrealistic number of boxes of Lego kits throughout the living room and dining room. The aquarium with the Lego features in it belongs to our youngest son. In the later scene, after the nautilus had been in the aquarium for several minutes, I notice that it may be dying, as it spews blood and is also bleeding from underneath its shell. I learn that our son had paid $80.00 for the “kit”. However, it does not make much sense as I also learn that the people who sold it want it back - yet $230.00 must be paid for them to have it again (which of course makes no sense at all). However, because the nautilus will soon be dead, the scenario is problematic. I am very annoyed. I am not sure what we will do. The creature is still breathing, but I do not think it will live.

I become distracted when I notice three men lying on the ground just outside the south area of the house, sleeping. It seems to be late morning. I see them through the bay window. They are parallel to each other but are sleeping in informal clothes. Soon, one wakes and phases through the wall. This makes me annoyed and I jab my Olympic barbell (no weights) into his neck and hold him down on the floor with it. He is standing at one point, but I punch him. He becomes a sheet of notebook paper, which I tear into several pieces.

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This dream, as is usually the case with at least one dream per day, was partly based on something my wife Zsuzsanna had seen that I could not have known about. She had seen a movie yesterday morning (with some of our children) that had Lego in it, and a Lego aquarium as with my dream (and at the beginning of that movie). No one ever mentioned anything about this prior to my dream. This sort of event has been validated to have happened long before I even met Zsuzsanna (when she also appeared in my dreams as my “mystery girl” with the exact appearance and unlikely mixed accent of Romani Hungarian and Australian, as well as actual Persian associations as with some dreams).

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Morning of August 18, 2017. Friday.



I become aware that I am some sort of informal prison guard, yet I also apparently live with the prisoners, though atop a mostly featureless vertically-oriented rectangular prism with only a large mattress present.

The size-orientation relating to perspective is oddly distorted, as the prisoners seem only about one-fourth the size they should be relative to distance. I do not really consider this distortion as such while in my dream.

It is apparently my job, or at least my turn, to feed the prisoners who begin to gather far below. I have a large bag of chocolate Chex cereal. I throw down the pieces in small amounts as the prisoners gather to eat with their hands (as there are no bowls or silverware visible).

Looking around, I notice a prisoner casually walking out a main door into a hall. I do not call out or say anything, though I am not fully sure of the situation. An unfamiliar female guard notices this but does not get to them in time, so I assume that the prisoner has escaped. This seems to happen again later with a different prisoner who goes through a door in another area, perpendicular to the first.

In the last scene, a couple other prisoners are somehow atop the prism near me. I seem to be ready to sleep now. I feel the other male is a bit too close to me, but I do not say anything. He does not seem a threat, but his physical presence is somewhat intrusive.

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This seems partly based on our youngest daughter accidentally spilling part of a bowl of Coco Pops Chex cereal onto Zsuzsanna from above and behind prior to sleeping. Zsuzsanna immediately got up to have a shower and there were Coco Pops Chex pieces here and there on the way to the bathroom and in the bathroom. Still, an additional association may be because they are somewhat cushion-shaped (as a subliminal dream state indicator). There may also be some sort of connection between “prism” and “prison”, as they sound similar.

Atypically, the personified unconscious seems to be the female prison guard - which is the opposite of the preconscious (though the unconscious does not usually appear to deliberately hold a dreamer in the dream state, which seems rather strange to me other than for circadian rhythms factors). This dream seems to otherwise move towards typical doorway waking symbolism (as did another dream of this date though also atypically), except that my emergent consciousness seems to be projected from a distance (“escaping” twice) due to my direct perspective (as the personified subconscious aka dream self) already perceiving that I am in bed and lying down atop the prism. Ambiguous multiplicity has occurred a number of times before in waking symbolism.

This is certainly not the first time I have been elevated above the rest of my dream’s setting, which simply means that I am closer to waking in a rendering of liminal space (often with increased physical awareness as in this case). In this case, it is even more obvious as I am already “back in bed”.

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Morning of November 4, 2014. Tuesday.



I seem to be much younger and living with my mother (who died years ago). The house seems somewhat of a variation of the house in Brisbane on Stadcor Street, though I am not sure of the country or state, perhaps Florida again. It seems she is also watching someone else’s kids, at least two (unfamiliar) girls. Over time, there is a total lack of cohesion in any potential plot or focus. Several dream scenes repeat several times with only a small awareness of repetition while in the dream.

One event relates to having a large bowl of cereal. (The kitchen seems to be where the main bedroom was if assuming the Stadcor Street house and what would be the kitchen is the main bedroom, though not precisely mirrored as is common in some dreams.) I get what I assume is cereal (Wheat Chex or something similar), pour it in a bowl, and then pour milk on it. At first, it seems to be normal cereal. After a time, though, I notice that there are very small pieces of meat (steak), onion, and carrots in the mix. I particularly notice the onion spirals and the distinct flavor within the milk. It seems a bit “wrong” at first, but then I consider that it is just a different type of meal and eat it anyway (especially as I do not want to waste it). (On a side note, eating and actually tasting food such as within this dream is not that common for me. In fact, for me, food dreams are the least common of all.)

At one point, I am making a beverage, which I believe is an atypical mocaccino. For some reason, the drink changes colors from a darker to lighter brown. There is also some sort of flavor packet that puts red particles in the drink (similar to very small flakes of chocolate), which do not dissolve. I get the strong impression that drinking it will give me freckles (which I have never had in real life), which is not necessarily a bad thing. For a very short time, I contemplate looking in the mirror to see if the mocaccino gave me freckles. However, that thought quickly fades and this entire dream scenario repeats at least three more times in the same order.

Dream Fragment: I tried to put the milk i poured into my coco pebbles back into the milk jug and some of the coco pebbles went in and I just put it back and tried to hide it, but the next day it was chocolate milk and everyone was pissed at me.

Dream Fragment: I'm in this white kitchen, sitting at a white table. Someone is sitting across from me. My dream visual is behind their head and looking at what I'm doing, so I never get a good look at them. I'm eating cereal or something that requires milk because there's a milk carton on the table. The DC tell me we need to help the missing people on the milk carton so I pick up the carton to look and see three pictures of 3 missing people.

Dream

I was in my front room, sitting on my sofa and was watching television with my family. We were watching the BBC News and two black men were in court. One didn't have a shirt on and placed his shoes/trainers into a box being held by a white man at the front of the court.

I was eating some Shreddies and looked at the clock (I think it said midnight) I was going to reality check but I had a bowl of cereal on my lap and I didn't want to spill it by nose pinching. So I told myself "It's ok. I know I'm not dreaming."

How foolish. I woke up feeling like I missed a huge chance at being lucid. This just goes to show how real dreams can be.

I was in a store and the two guys were talking about MLP. They were debating about something. I asked if I could tape their conversation, for some reason, and they said ok. I had a tape recorded in my pocket, and I started to record them.
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I was in a huge church. I brought a bowl of lucky charms in and started drinking the milk. I saw my dad across the aisle, making a face that said "put that away."
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I think this one was in 3rd person. There were a bunch of animals hiding under my bed, at first it was just dogs. Then they ran out and went outside, where they went into a train station of some king and sat at a table with an elephant, a lion, and some penguins.

12.11.2011

Close to Home (Non-Lucid)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My brother is here. As is my mother and father.

I find this somewhat unusual, as I wander through my home, and they interact with me so jovially.

But no matter.

In the garage, now, I feel like practicing some guitar, so, using my TK, I pull it from my upstairs room, phasing it through a few walls on its way to me. Unfortunately, the neck is screwed up, most of the frets are missing, and the strings are incredibly short as result.

Just a glorified bowl.

I take a look around, noticing my brother coming down the stairs behind me. I doubt he'll have an issue with it, so I fill up the guitar with cocoa rice krispies and milk and start to chow down, moving out of the garage, towards the driveway, only to have my father stop me sternly.

He warns me about watching my behavior, and suggests I head back inside.

I oblige.
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We're hosting a house party, and there's lots to do, especially in the kitchen and out back.

Cleaning needs to be done, and things need to be cooked.

I help the best I can.
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Sitting on a cheap bed, in what seems to be a dank hotel room, I notice the dark outside, the sketchy neon street signs, and wonder what I'm doing here. . .

I got a job in a restaurant where all the tables are outside. It was my first time being a waiter, and no one gave me any kind of training. Luckily, the first table I had to take orders from was my grandma's. She brought John and some of her friends. When I got to the table I pulled out a pen and a notepad. I asked each of them what they wanted, but the only ones I can remember were a salad and for some reason cereal. John said "I'll do Brooklyn a favor and have the special cereal," whatever that means. But as I was writing the orders down, my pen kept snapping at the tip, making it increasingly harder to write. I managed to get everything written down and went back inside.

There was a kitchen are that looked like a home's kitchen, with an island in the middle. There were no chefs, so I wondered if I had to cook everything myself. A man who worked there came up behind me and told me I needed to put the order into a machine and it cooked for you. I slipped the paper in next to a rubber chicken and the machine turned on. I could see through the glass that the machine was working, however it was taking a very long time. 3 hours passed and I rushed out of the kitchen with the food. I placed the plates down and apologized for the wait. It was even dark out now, while it was bright daylight before. I expected everyone to be mad, but they seemed like they weren't. It was almost as if I was on time.

Date: 05-12-11
Length: 2 Minutes
Vividness: 4/10

I was sitting with my friend Cheryl in some kind of Grocery Store.
I went to go get a box of cereal.
I picked up a box of Chocolate Wheat Thins and started singing a song that went
"Boxside Hero, darkside hero, boxside hero".
It kept repeating over and over while I was walking through the aisles.

-frenchblablabla

Frag#1
I wanted cereal and went to the kitchen. I poured cereal in a bowl and sprinkled sugar over it until it looked perfect. I ask someone where the milk was and someone said, "we are out of milk". I don't care and go for the apple juice and pour it over the cereal. Someone goes, "grooooooss!" and I reply "What? It is all going to the same place anyway"

Frag#2
I was asleep at work but could not force myself to be awake . (I think I was trying to move my sleeping body, that is why I felt so heavy) I could not force myself to get up. My boss, R, walks by and nudges me, I freak out for a second, thinking he is mad at me for sleeping but he says "no its fine, don't let me bother you" I am surprised but go back to sleep relieved.

Frag#3
I was Link in some kind of game. Some other people and me have to go through trials for some reason and a piece that looks like us is moved on a board game. But there was something on my side of the board, that looked like two outlets, blocking two spaces. I wondered if that would mean I would get automatic wins in those places, but I was told that it meant I would loose those rounds instantly. I got to the end of the game anyway but everyone I was against died at the same time, I thought that meant I would win, but whoever was running the game said that I had to save someone to win, and since all the characters were dead, that I could never win. I remembered that there was some sort of stale mate or something so I went backwards and saved a girl in her match to win.

I am driving down a highway road very fast with my Mom in the passenger seat. The turn comes
up and I put the brakes on full but the car keeps going. After the turn, there are pieces of concrete
in the road and it eventually dead ends. The car crashes into the barrier at the end of the road but
receives no damage. I start to back up and the dream snaps to a different road. I drive down this
road entirely too fast as well. I take a right and find myself on the same road as the front-flash. This
time, my Mom yells at me to slow down. I step on the brakes, and again, the car does not stop in
time and we crash into the barrier. I back up and turn around, the other drivers are looking at me.
I drive up and turn onto the off-ramp. The road circles around to the left and suddenly, I find myself
on that road but not in a car. My mom is standing next to me and there is no traffic. I somehow have
a box of cornflakes and I pour some in my empty coffee mug. I then pour some steaming milk into
the cereal. I forget about the box and the milk and, as this is a dream, they disappear. I have the
feeling my Mom and I are going to my high school. I can see the back of the stadium as if we are on
rt 100 but the road does not match. We start walking down the road to get there and the dream ends.