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Morning of May 28, 2018. Monday.



I am in a setting that seems partly modeled after the Cubitis living room (last seen in real life in 1978). There is a computer set up in the southwest corner. It seems to be late morning. I am looking at pages in a newspaper. There is a short article (on the upper right of a page) of about three paragraphs written by someone with my surname. Their first name is Aueda (which is unfamiliar, though which is actually a distortion of my last name, with an extra “A” and no “L”, though my dream self does not realize this). I notice the name Tecumseh written a few times throughout the article. The person lives in New York. I tell Zsuzsanna that I am surprised Aueda is still alive, though this is by way of false memory, as I have no relative by this name as far as I know. In fact, I am uncertain of whether the person is male or female. Zsuzsanna seems to know it is a female even though she had not known of her previously.

“I did not know they were still alive,” I say, followed by, “They were born in the 1800s”. (This turns out to actually be 1907, but only assuming my dream self is aware it is 2018, though that is unlikely, as my non-lucid dream self typically has no idea what year it is or any viable temporality.) I use the computer for an Internet search. It turns out there is a very large and detailed photograph of her at her rural home in New York. I read that she is 111 years old. In the photograph, presumably recent, she is standing and facing the foreground. I report her age several times to a few different people who show up. I am amazed by her age. The photograph seems like it might be of Grace McDaniels (the “Mule-Faced Woman”), though my dream self does not consider this. Additionally, the surreal nature of her face is far more extreme than Grace’s. She appears to have a large pointed chin covered with small bumps as well as an additional section below her mouth of a different rough texture. She also seems to have large elk antlers growing from her head. (This was likely influenced by a strange movie called “Marker” that Zsuzsanna and I saw the other night, though also seems influenced by the character of Hela from “Thor: Ragnarok”, which we also saw recently, though again, the horns were like elk antlers.)

I look to the left and see a man, who I first think is her husband, lying on a couch inside their house. (This is illogical, as the main image of Aueda was taken outside, but the photograph implies the walls closest the camera are not present in the image, but are in “reality”.) Looking around, I see more detail, including a barn and a woodpile to the right.

An unknown male is suddenly standing behind me on my left asking me if he can use my computer to look up a different name, which is Helen Crowley. I do not feel comfortable with him using my computer, as the keyboard is difficult to use. (It is smaller than a real one, but my dream self does not consider this.) I consider that some of the keys can easily fall out or get jammed. I try to tell him about the difficulty of use (though I also tell him how I am familiar with how it us used as such) and that I do not want him using it, but he gets annoyed and walks away for a short time. Finally, I let him use it, though after typing in the name myself, while I get up and walk away from the area. (Helen is Zsuzsanna’s mother’s name as on at least one official document, though she uses Helene but pronounces it as Helena. Additionally, Crowley was a “King of Hell” character from “Supernatural”, so my dream is illogically mixing a lot of random details together, which is what dreams often do.) Before I get up, I notice all the people in the photograph are now walking toward a storm cellar while looking back at the viewer now and then (Aueda being the last one in the line). The image is now actually moving like a film.

Looking at the floor a little later, I see otherwise clear water with pink areas, much of it flowing out from under a table, and I wonder if someone had been ill, possibly bleeding, or had just spilled something. Marilyn (older deceased half-sister on my mother’s side) is present, though seems as she was in the 1960s. She says she had contacted someone about fixing the leak. She is standing against a table with her arms folded, firstly facing me, though I walk about looking at the pink water. As I look at her in profile as she faces left, I notice how her body and posture is impossibly distorted but I do not catch on that I am dreaming.

I go into other rooms (which are unfamiliar). I see and clearly hear water flowing everywhere, most of it clear and no longer with pink areas. I see a large laundry basket full of clothes somehow filling up with water nearly to the top (which is impossible as it would just flow out through the large square holes in reality). I also see that the otherwise shallow flooding is going into a room where I supposedly have a number of my books and journals. I walk back where Marilyn is and loudly say, “Everything I have is being destroyed. Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?” Soon however, I realize I am dreaming and that I was liminally trying to return to deeper sleep (as water is my most common autosymbolism of dream state induction and reinduction, partly based, biologically, on the first months of life spent in the waters of the womb - in fact, I had been reading a comic book yesterday where a woman is pregnant and her waters break). I feel relief in waking up (though in reality, we did have a flood and rain inside the house when the roof was torn off last November and a lot of books were ruined, though not any of our journals).

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Morning of January 24, 2018. Wednesday.



I find myself in an extremely vivid lucid dream. I am in a large unfamiliar enclosed porch, mostly empty other than a big table I am sitting at, where my computer is. My computer keyboard has several inches of space in front of it (whereas in real life, my computer keyboard’s closest side to me is right at the edge of my desk). I am aware of Zsuzsanna in a room to my right, though I do not see her. I see the doorway, but I mostly sit in semidarkness. (Of course, a porch is autosymbolism for liminal space, my most common setting of this nature since childhood, occurring in at least one dream per several days for over fifty years.)

I marvel at the level of realistic detail. I think about typing on my computer’s keyboard, but unusual features come into play. Firstly, I have an association with the Caps Lock to my left. After a short time, there are two small padlocks, more like holographic images, appearing on the two lowest left keys. They are on their sides with the shackles facing me. I find this curious and puzzling.

Although doorway waking symbolism is implied as a precursor, and being to my right (typical waking symbolism orientation), I start to focus on my left side. I eventually see my detached fingers moving over the keyboard, though more as a semitransparent hologram of which is additionally implied to be some sort of optical illusion. I am in awe over this imagery. My detached glowing ghostly fingers float closer to my “real” (dream self’s) hand (where I also see that I have normal fingers, so the detached ones are indeed implied to be some sort of optical illusion). I try to make the connection to real life, failing to understand this type of imagery is only possible in the dream state.

I slowly begin to become more baffled by the vividness of my dream. It seems to surpass many previous levels of lucidity (though not with certain dreams, such as the quetzal and rooster one from March 1986, which had several astounding prescient threads in one dream). More so, I actually start to focus on the orientation of my real physical body and can even seem to “feel” (or sense) the real left side of my face. However, instead of the occasional absentminded folly of wondering if my physical body is somehow walking around in traffic as I am in my dream, I vividly remain aware of the left side of my face being on my pillow. I become focused on trying to make sure my dream self remains in a “safe” position, with a slight concern about the pillow cover being closer to my mouth. However, there is no actual feature or direct tactile impression or more vivid tangibility as such, as it seems to be on a different inexplicable level of awareness. This has no effect on the level of vividness. It is odd (and eventually distracting) trying to associate the essence of my dream self’s left side of my face (which I can feel and am fully aware of) with my real physical body’s left side of my face. I am so amazed by my situation, I do not think of inducing a new scenario or going through the doorway, which in some cases intensifies my level of lucidity rather than causing me to wake (though apex lucidity is typically only triggered if there is an actual door to open). I am also puzzled by why I am not hearing the hammering next door (as they are putting a new roof on that house, which was damaged when our roof was torn off and part of it went through theirs). However, when I wake, they had been taking a break. (They started about six in the morning.)

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Morning of August 20, 2017. Sunday.



In my dream, there is an unfamiliar library I go to, which takes the place of where the King Cinema had been in real life. I am also living at the King Street mansion (boarding house) not as I was years ago in reality, but with my family as we appear now.

My dream starts with me leaving the apartment. I walk westerly down King Street. The library is only a few blocks away. I am carrying, in a backpack, a computer keyboard, a flat monitor, and two small unknown devices (each about the size of an iPhone but thicker and one with a curved bottom) related to computer technology which apparently store data and may be additionally used for other purposes.

In the library, I delete a list of URLs, one at a time, from one device for the purpose of clearing memory. I sit at a small table near the left end of one row of shelves. I do not question why the computer keyboard and monitor are all I have (with the two other small devices) to apparently do some work on my computer.

Water begins to drip from various areas of the library’s ceiling. I become annoyed, because one of the devices I am looking at goes blank and the screen is apparently ruined by water. An unfamiliar young female librarian assures me that it will work normally again when it dries. She pushes against me a bit from behind and I am slightly annoyed by this, as it makes it more difficult to type freely.

It starts to rain more and more inside the library. I tell them that buildings in Australia sure leak a lot, adding how where my family lives now has leaks, a few near the foot of our bed. I compare them to the houses I lived in in America. This is very flawed dream-self memory as usual, as the setting is implied to be in America. Somehow, even though I perceive that I “still” live in America on King Street, I am also seemingly aware of where we live now (in referring to the leaks in our present home). There is no way to consciously resolve this distortion, as, when I leave the library near the end of my dream, I am walking easterly back towards the King Street mansion (in America) in the rain, yet with the feeling I am in Australia. There is no aspect of bilocation of the two buildings, so it is just some sort of oddly skewed parallel thinking that only the dream self can maintain.

I decide to move to another location and sit down on the floor in an informal meditation position. It is closer to one corner near the main entrance. There is a male to my right who reminds me of classmate Bill W. All three of my devices with screens eventually become ruined. Bill talks to me a bit about some sort of research. Several other people are around, a few even reading books in the indoor rain.

I rub the surface of one of the devices. The screen is more like transparent glass by this point. Inside the device, which seems somewhat hollow, I see pieces of leaves and a few small stones and sand that I consider somehow got inside over the past few minutes. I am annoyed that I will apparently have to buy new computer devices.

I realize that, even though I am wearing a long-sleeved sweater (which goes down a bit below my waist), I do not have any pants on. I also have no shoes and am only wearing dark socks. The fact I do not have shoes annoys me more than not having any pants on, since I do not like the idea of walking on a cold wet granular sidewalk with only socks on. I ask Bill if I had come into the library with shoes on, though he seems not to know, and I am uncertain if I did.

Eventually, I leave the library to go home. I am firstly walking, then I start running in an exaggerated manner. My “running” becomes stranger, similar to the movement of The Spirit in the 2008 movie when he runs on the telephone wires. (We saw this movie just prior to my dream.) It feels like I am kicking sand out from the back of my feet as I am oddly moving along. Eventually, I reach the King Street boarding house, and there are some more dream elements, though which become abstract.

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Raining indoors is a sort of forced symbolism based on the dream state itself, biologically related to a process that occurs during sleep (which I have described more fully in other entries). The library represents potential for conscious self awareness (and critical thinking skills), but the circadian rhythms factor holds my dream in the deeper phase. Being undressed in public, which is a subliminal dream-state indicator (as I do not wear clothes when sleeping) has rarely bothered me. (In fact, I am more embarrassed in some dreams when wearing clothes, as in real life, I do not like to be seen as wearing clothes in bed.) It is no coincidence that I am often undressed in public in a library, as these are two common dream-state indicators (dream signs) for me, especially as in sensual lucid dreams, when I deliberately initiate this situation. (This is additionally validated by the library being where the movie theater was in real life, a movie theater otherwise symbolizing subliminal acknowledgement of the dream state.) The association with “The Spirit” movie, where he runs on telephone wires, even though I am on the sidewalk in my dream, is based on increasing neural energy and communication between different layers of consciousness during the waking transition.

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Early evening of August 19, 2017. Saturday.



I am in an unknown residence but my dream self does not perceive it as unknown. My mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is present and appearing as she was in the early 1970s. It seems I am only a boy, perhaps around thirteen. Still, I am working with a computer (and of course I had no home computer at that age in the 1970s).

A relative (Valerie) comes up near the left of the table as I am typing and says something I do not fully hear. She goes very close to the left side of the computer monitor. After a short time, I see that the headphone jack has pulled out and I have a false memory that it was a very sensitive (easily wrecked) setup. I tell her to go away as I then try to fix it. She yells at her father (David) that every time she listens to him, she gets into trouble. Apparently, she had been relaying something he had said. (The presence of these two characters is illogical, implying a completely different time period than the other characters).

I become very frustrated as I am trying to work out how to get the jack and socket to work again. The original headphone jack is of the small size, with an adapter of a large jack size fitting over it before going into the socket on the left side of the computer monitor. (This is an unfamliar setup never used in reality.) A few times I think I have it as it should be to work, but pieces come apart and the wires do not touch. There is one point where the smaller jack is just a singular loose tiny cylinder. I notice a number of jacks and socket rings on the table. The ones I need to more conveniently push it all together do not seem to be present.

I become so annoyed I say that I am about to throw the computer away and give up on everything (and not work with computers again). My mother looks on.

Soon, I feel vivid touches on my left shoulder and top of my head, as if someone is trying to comfort me as I sit near the table. I look up and see a large chubby and unrealistically bizarre female face grinning at me. I recognize her as a former classmate (Laurie P) who I never talked to much, though she has darker hair in my dream.

“Oh no, get away from me you horrid ugly…” I say clearly. I am not sure if I have even offended her. She slowly leaves the table without seeming upset. I consider that many other schoolmates may no longer be friendly towards me if they hear of my behavior, but I am not that concerned about it. (There is a vague thought of being unfriended by some of them on Facebook, but this makes no sense in light of the time period I perceive myself in.)

I eventually seem to have most of the small parts together, but it may not work. Still, I put the jack back into the replaced socket. Bare wires are still everywhere. As I sit down, I sense movement to my left. I end up punching someone in the left cheek with my right fist. The sense of touch and momentum is very realistic. It turns out to be a young version of Sam M, another schoolmate. I immediately apologize, saying that I thought he was David (another schoolmate, not the David mentioned earlier). I mention how I thought he might have been drinking and Sam says that David is sitting in another area of the large room and had in fact been drinking.

Sam seems to be doing something with my left arm, apparently some sort of medical attention, though I do not recall hurting it. (He seems an odd composite of child and man.) I tell Sam that I hope my punch does not leave a mark. That part of his face is only slightly red. Meanwhile, I notice that my computer monitor’s speakers are hissing but additionally, the normal audio seems to be coming out of both the headphones (on the table) and the computer speakers. (This is due to subliminal awareness of real sound, as our television is on in the next room.)

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Attempting to fix the jack and socket relate to subliminally trying to achieve consciousness by increasing neural activity while in the dream state. Sam’s attention to my left arm relates to the fact that it had a slight ache from having slept on it up to this point (which I am not aware of while still in my dream).

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It is the purpose of the preconscious to wake the dreamer or at least bring attention to the nature of the dream state in real time. Sometimes the preconscious is rendered as a snake to more quickly wake the dreamer with more emotion (such as when my arm has gone numb or is getting pins and needles, though was also a cobra biting my thumb in a dream when I was having pain in my thumb from surgery). There may be other factors, as the preconscious is not always personified as in this dream (Sam). The fact that I am in a dream in early evening likely explains why the preconscious is not as dominant in this case, as I had not entered a longer sleep cycle. (The first appearance as Laurie did not create enough emotion to rise from the dream state. Even my punching Sam in the face only initiated the augmentation of physical awareness to a greater extent and with additional perception of momentum, but it began the needed transition as he doctored my arm.)

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Date of Dream: TUE 27 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 142 - Separated Sections

Dream 142 A - Find The Photos
I forgot what happened at the start of the dream. My family were staying up late at night to prepare for these three relatives that were supposedly coming down from America. My mum did say that she might even be up until four 'o' clock in the morning. I was then asked to use this photo sorting program on laptop to look for photos we could share with these people. Some times, my computer screen would glitch up when it came to graphics and so I had to call my brother over to fix it. He came and he showed me what to do... I had to select number 4 out of the five options... The glitch would put the option at 1. Although once, I tried graphics option 5 and I was in love with the cloudy look of my screen-saver. My brother did say that it was always best to choose 4 though.

I then continued through photo sorting and each time the glitch would pop up, I would always put the screen back on option 4. I noticed that this photo sorting program was attached to my instagram account. There was this notification that had popped up, a 15 year old girl from Sri Lanka started following her. I decided to see who this girl was and so I clocked on her profile. It was weird, she was identified as Sri Lankan but then she had a Japanese appearance. The dream said that Sri Lankans nowadays have more of a Japanese appearance.

After more photo sorting, my mum and come into my room, impatient. My mum tells me to hurry up and that she wants me off there soon. My dad adds that it's 2:15 in the morning. I try rushing now but at the same time I think to myself, “why rush me when you're staying up until 4:00?”. Soon I was done and headed over to the front room where everyone else was. I was standing next to the fireplace and the cat appears next to me. She then suddenly goes for my hand and is holding it in her mouth, pressing her teeth down! I use all my thought power to make it not hurt but at the same time, I am yelling for mum to come and help me. She's on the ottoman, looking down at her tablet computer. She can't hear me and so I yell at the top of my lungs, “Mum!” and she eventually makes the cat drop my hand. I don't remember what happened after that.

Dream 142 B - You'd Better Believe It
The dream started off with my driving down the hill on Jells Road on the way from the Burwood area. There were the traffic islands/speed humps that I really hated going over and it would jolt the car a lot. I eventually went to this unknown parkland that was only claiming to be called Jells Park but didn't look it it. When I got out of the car and shut the door, these girls in Killester uniform came up and started attacking me. I straight away started to call for Dreamy WB but there was no response. I kept calling and running around in circles for quite a long time.

I then ran out of the area altogether and came across this truck which I think was the school in the dream. Once I stepped into the truck, I felt like I had lost them. EL and NBr were in there and so I spoke to them for a bit. I soon saw WB stepping into the truck and so I told EL and NBr I had to go. With WB was this other girl that looked very much like her but was in casual clothes. This time I wanted Dreamy WB, so I called both the girls over and rubbed my fingers through their hair to see if there was any difference with them. I then go, “Aha!” to the casual girl, “So you're Dreamy WB”. WB then pipes in that it wasn't and that girl was actually WB's friend.

The girl then walks away and WB screws her face up at me, asking me “who's Dreamy WB”... She looks at me like I'm a mental case. I then said to her “she's just like you but then she comes in my darkest times and protects me”. That's when WB's jaw dropped, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. I then further explained to her, “she has a higher conscience than you. Her conscience is that of a dream level”. WB doesn't sound sceptical anymore and rather, she is very interested. She asks me “wouldn't she have a higher awareness than that?”. I answered “You have an Earthling Awareness, she has a Dream Awareness”. Then a group of girls came in, being led by BT and they were about to start attacking me. I told WB I had to go and she told me good luck for finding Dreamy WB.

I knew the girls were still after me but for some reason I didn't think about getting back in the car. I jogged up the other end of Jells Road and ended up in front of Wheelers Hill Shopping Centre. When I was there, the girls started to corner me. Once again, I tried calling for Dreamy WB but in a way like I had never done before... I found I was at some points, calling so loud that my voice was breaking and squealing like a little girl. It worked this time, I felt myself lifting off the ground without explanation. I turned my head and saw that I was in her arms now. Although Dreamy WB had a female energy, her appearance that was more of a male... She was wearing a skinny, red t-shirt and she had this dirty blonde, short curly hair... Her face was still like the real one though and she did not have hair anywhere else besides on the top of her head.

So she was holding me, with my head now resting on her shoulder and perching, looking outwards. As she was carrying me, she was walking back towards the area where I had come from. We were cornered and I thought BT was about to swing a punch at me but then Dreamy WB quickly turns around and tells me to “watch out”... Apparently the other girl was due to swing a punch first. But before that could happen, Dreamy WB slammed her palm into the girl's face, pushing her over and that's when I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved
- Rack Off Mate! (Have Dreamy WB repel 1 nightmare)
>> When she face-palmed the girl on the footpath.
- Something's Not Right (Have WB and Dreamy WB appear in the same dream)
>> When I told WB about her dreamy clone, later on finding that clone myself.



I think it was so amazing, WB's reaction when she found out about her "dreamy clone". I'm curious to find out what would happen if they actually met each other. So the dream made it so I could really tell them apart. WB's appearance wasn't messed up at all, she was even in school uniform and rather kept an authenticity of her true state as well as her true personality. Whereas for Dreamy WB, her features were messed around with a lot which really tells you who belongs where.

Peanut butter cups are now my official recall aid.

Ok computer

In a weird room with some nerdy guy on a giant computer. I was trying to search for music but he ws stopping me. He went on some gaming forum and I was watching him scroll through it. Pretty boring.

Wal mart

I'm working wal mart again but all the workers i know from mcdonald's work there instead. We are trying to stop a flood from from the top shelves. We use Styrofoam stuff? not sure.

I go to clean the vestibules and notice that the sisters from the north store are there, C and C. they are still young beautiful and up to no good. The taller one notices me and smiles. She waves. I shyly wave back and go in between the doors to clean. They keep popping their heads around the corner to get my attention. I find it funny.

Trooper

I was in the same area as the previous dream but I was in Trooper's car (he's a youtube Vlogger documenting his life in vegas as a poker player https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSKG_qk60r0) I have Bjork's music on in his car. It's a song I seem to know in the dream but I haven't heard it while awake. He gets in and starts driving he then notices the music and then violently shuts it off.

Bus Terminal


I'm walking on a street near the bus area in Lethbridge. I'm with some girl who's taller than me who has long black or brown hair around or past the shoulders I think, kind of thick hair and sporting large sunglasses. She's like a cross between Jamie and Kaomea. She goes up to a taller guy which may have been Data and asks him for something. I get mad at this for some reason (My dream self is extremely dumb in social situations and likes to run his mouth). I say something like she seems about as deep as a bowl of soup... lol I'm so mean for no reason. She starts protesting and walks after me asking what my problem is. I keep ranting myself for some reason, get to the curb and wake up. If that's viatorem I'm sorry, I don't really know what my problem was.

I'm walking down a hallway which appears to be in a school. As I'm doing so I am listening to music with red ear buds. On the left side of the hallway I can see a door open and figure I'd check it out. I enter inside for a brief moment and could see a few students sitting at their desk. There were 3 teachers, one scribbiling something on the board and the other observing the outside. While the last teacher is instructing the students on what's their next assignment. Seem mundane enough so I walk out and decided to explore the hallway one more time.

As I am back outside the hallway I feel this strange sensation. Things seem to be getting alot more vivid. Not long after this I became lucid with the understanding that the hallway mimic my middle school design. I could see a computer and a chair at the end of the hallway. I took a seat and began surfing to see what a dream world computer may consist of. However my focus was shattered when I heard one of the students yelling. It made me think I woken myself up as I knew blinking a lot could cause my actual eyes to open.

I still was inside the dream but I no longer was lucid due to this.

Morning of November 12, 2016. Saturday.



I find myself in what seems to be our old apartment on Gellibrand Street in Clayfield, yet which also has the feeling of the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house (yet another new composite I have never experienced before). The Loomis Street living room is mixed into the Gellibrand Street hall. However, even though it looks more like the Gellibrand Street apartment I feel younger and as if it is mainly the small Loomis Street bedroom.

At one point, I hear an unknown male talking outside my door. Eventually, it seems he is mocking me, yet somehow without being directly sarcastic in his vocal tone. I am annoyed and go out to the front yard but do not yet see him. I notice that instead of the front steps there is a round boulder to have to walk up onto, which is difficult. The unknown male is now standing at the open hall entrance. He reminds me vaguely of Don K (who I had not seen since around 1982) and seems about twenty-five years old. He makes a couple comments about my difficulty in walking up and over the bolder and I feel a bit annoyed as my legs do not seem to work correctly.

He mocks me with a few more comments, a couple relating to phrases my mother used to use (such as “my old bones” and “this nutty old world”). I agree with a couple comments he makes relating to my apparently lame legs.

Still, I become more annoyed by his presence. He makes comments about details in my dream journals that I had written way back when I was only eight or nine years old (the original phrasing and writing style). I am surprised he knows all this. I get the impression he had somehow been reading my dream journals way back to 1966. I wonder if he stole any of them or any of the pages.

Eventually, I punch him out. He ends up lying on his side in an unknown area, as the setting now transforms into an unfamiliar location. When he moves, I decide to chop him up so that he cannot be an annoyance anymore. Another male appears (likely the emergent consciousness personification as it seems more passive and “closer” than a personified basic conscious self identity) and we seem to be working in a mission together. There is an advanced computer that speaks as I am trying to work out where to send the body parts.

I give the computer vocal instructions and it answers me in a loud clear voice. I give it various longitude and latitude directions though at first, what I say is distorted and meaningless. The computer keeps correcting what I say so I can repeat certain details.

“Thirty-six degrees latitude north,” I eventually say. “One hundred fifteen degrees latitude west…”

“You mean longitude,” says the computer loudly. I agree with all the corrections the computer makes, but I have no idea where I am sending the body parts as it feels I am just saying random values. I get the impression that a team will come in, take them away, and place them wherever.

“The Deuce-Berry Hoover Dam,” announces the computer. I am somewhat surprised and am not certain it is a good idea to put the remains there (as I consider the remains sitting atop the wall near a spillway, right out in the open), but I do not say anything. The other male looks on passively as I visualize the espionage team getting ready.

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A dam is a potential waking prompt as water symbolizes sleep and a dam stops water from flowing; deuce is sometimes a term for the preconscious (secondary to a more defined emergent consciousness in the final scene of a dream), berry being a play on “bury” and “Hoover” also being associated with vacuum cleaners (both a mortality symbol and dreaming conduit and waking transition symbol that has been recurring more over the last ten years); the talking computer is the personified whole conscious self (not that common a feature as here) due to only the whole conscious self having viable thinking skills.

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I'm in some kind of strange school and I'm walking around in hallways. I'm semi-lucid and I think about robocop appearing. I start to look around for him going to room to and and as I did so, a device on my arm goes off on its own and it ends up being a missile. It shoots at some doors as I'm talking with some people and causes an explosion, blowing the doors apart and panicked the people. I pretend to be historical, saying that I didn't know that it was on me, let along a missile being loaded inside. The devices was small like a watch and had a small box with a gun barrel sticking out of it. I said sorry about that and got out of there,because I knew Robo Cop would be there soon. As I left out of that situation I pass up an open, dark room and there was a counter there, on top was Robo Cop's helmet but he was nowhere in sight. Now I know to look for his face since he decides not to have his helmet on for some reason I enter a public study room which was located in the basement of the place I was in. As I come down the steps I get the sense of being safe here for some reason. There re people who are here and they are doing 3d animation. I see three or four people,sitting next to each other and I look at some of the screens. The first one had a model of Megazord on there and he/she was animating him holding the sword on it's shoulders. The other screen hand the same model but his was farther into his projects and I can see the world background and everything. Suddenly something happens and everything went dark and I start to fall to the ground be was caught by someone before I hit. I realized that it was Robo Cop and he is holding me up in his arms. He said something to me in his robotic/human voice and I said something a long the lines of " Because I'm am dreaming." And I heard him say. "I was tracking you." He knew where I was the whole time and was actually behind me, I just never thought about looking there and always went from room to room. Had I looked behind me I would have spotted him coming up but I ended up distracted by things and he got to me right at the time the dream becomes unstable. His aware of what is happening and tells me that he was there with me the whole time.

Yes!!!! 1.30am and just had my first EVER proper lucid dream, it was amazing

Too excited to go back to bed, so this is a sort of WBTB.

Did a good WILD before sleep. Lots of movement but couldn't fall asleep.

1) I was behind a schoolboy waiting to use a cash machine. It was my turn I was messing about and the woman behind was being impatient. Then I was in a garden it was dark, I put my right foot into a ditch but it was a pond, I was wearing slippers they were then very wet. I went up a set of steps (more sort of floated) and was looking at a computer screen, the pointer had a really bright dot of light on it I looked away it was so bright and looked behind myself to see if it was a laser beam causing the bright light. Then I walked backwards I think I felt like I was flying so I immediately thought that I must be dreaming. I looked at my hands but they looked normal, I checked again, still normal, I thought what the hell I know I'm dreaming!! I flew into an open room and pushed a window open to go outside then thought why didn't I just fly through it? I was slightly worried remembering that sometimes people can't fly when they first get lucid and wondered if I might fall to the ground but felt confident. I felt like I was flying in a vertical position so went horizontal. I flew out of the window and out into a dark night. I could hear an old friend calling me in some woodland a way off so flew that way. I could feel cold air blowing past my face it was so realistic! I started to wonder how long it would last for and could feel myself breathign so I rubbed my hands together, then tried to spin. It was working but by now I was thinking that I was bound to wake up. I spun around again then I was stood by a BBQ in a garden. The lucidity was very poor and I knew I was starting to wake up and gave into it, in fact I was so amazed by this point that I wanted to wake up to write about it.

Added in morning:

2) In a vegetable garden of some sort. I was looking at a dense hedge of some sort of fruit plants. Some parts were covered in black plastic. I noticed that there was a blueberry bush growing at the back, as I pulled the black cover off some of it I could see the flowers opening as the sun hit it. I walked off down a path.

3) I took my car keys into a shop and hid them behind something on a shelf, can't remember why, I told the shop keeper what I was doing he seemed ok with it. Then I was on my motorbike, I was in Japan, the road was a about 20 lanes wide and I had to get into another lane, I think I was travelling into the city. I was with someone else on a motorbike, it was a woman. We got in the wrong lane. It all went slow for a moment she was explaining to me where each lane went to. Two of the lanes led to big metla structures I think they were cablecars, the one we went into I knew was arong. We got to the end of it and there was a boat. We stopped and looked the boat and there were lots of naked people stood on it. The woman drove away very fast and I said something like 'it might be fun!' then got on my bike and followed her.

Dream
I was in my house with my dad, it was dark and I was trying to show him something on a game called Age of Mythology: The Titans Expansion. I was pointing out how to win the game, you'd need a titan and that titans, being the strongest unit, end up deciding whether or not you win the game. He kept pissing me off because his hand kept touching mine and it was in the way. I told him to f off, he wasn't doing it one purpose but I didn't want to touch him. Everytime I try to show him the titans in the game (we're watching some cinematic intro thing) he misses the titan that appears. I finally get him to look and he sees it, before he was comparing it to some movie that had titans in it. They're doing epic stuff, I remember one belonging to the Egyptians and it was a sphinx I think. There was another that made a huge tidal wave, belonging to Poseidon. I was trying to get across to my dad that Oranos had the strongest titan due to an upgrade you can get which allows him to regenerate really fast and have more health + damage than other titans (this is a real thing in the game, I made a rule with my friend that we couldn't play him because it's just too OP -.-).

Morning

I was in a Warframe game. There is a massive Grineer offensive.

Evening

10:14pm

I was looking at a computer. I was chatting with someone. Mom? Mom was asking me to go home and help. I told her I am. The screen theme is black with some scattered windows.

I woke up in the living room. I heard someone. I went out the yard and saw mom in the backyard getting a pipe off a dog house. I went to her. I told her I didn't hear her come in or that she's coming. She said dad told her I'm her (or that dad opened the gate). I told her "But dad is dead." Then I realized it's all a dream, and I immediately became lucid, the dream improved in quality but I felt I was also quickly losing the dream. I hugged mom and music was playing in the background (lyrics, something like "Sana naman"). It sounded happy but for some reason, I felt very sad.

A photo popped out or slipped off from somewhere and it covered my entire view. The background is inside a church and the focus is on a woman sitting on the pews, facing towards the right where the altar would have been but it's not the picture. She was reading something, and a white book is covering her face so it's unclear. I felt it was supposed to be mom but she looks more like our aunt (who we call "mommy").

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Notes:

- I've been thinking of going home for a while now.
- Dad died a little over a year ago.
- Our 10-year-old dog died this month.

Don't remember much from last night.

In a large grocery store?

Sitting in my school hallway with a computer. Pornography flashes on it, has anyone noticed? I try to go to reddit.com to cover it up but naked pictures still flash. It's like the computer is now "filthy" and always on the verge of flashing something obscene.

I see a hand-drawn hallway. It's from a angle and has a style that reminds me of Fallout 2. There is a door to the right on the wall of the hallway drawing. Going inside it launches a dialog with a small mustached guy, 3D graphic like Fallout 2, who says some stuff. This is one of three locations that need to be accessed for the mission.

Dl1 - Driving past a long university building on a dark and dreary day. I need to get to the office the other side to collect some planks of wood and a gigantic semi-circle of blue cheese (you know how it is when ya get the muchies).
Dl2 - At a wooden table with a friend. Talking to someone looking into their eyes, they are looking intently at me (ds). They have long brown hair and blue eyes with long-ish lashes, little make-up, they are smiling. I lean forward and we kiss, it is warm and pleasurable. We repeat the process, many times. I smile and we are both happy. Their eyes sparkle. The other person at the table tells them I have a partner and I inwardly freeze. I leave.
- It is a festival and the sun is out. People are gathered milling about in a large area in front of a manor house, a company owned building. Mr B is there and I have to fix something. I go over to the steps near the main doors and fiddle with something near the door bell.
Mr Tyler now apparently wants me and I head off round the side of the building to a larger modern warehouse behind the main structure.
I enter and find my cheese behind a section of wall to ceiling shelving. Adults are sat at banks of computers, they eye me suspiciously. It is a strange feeling being treated like I am not staff. I ignore them and move on. I am told that if I find someone kind and ask nicely they will cut my planks for me. I head along the main aisle to the DT department at the back. They're are people in white coats and protective glasses., they're are lots of lathes and other machinery. Someone cuts my planks into small squarish sections. I am told they may use the circular saw to cut my large cheese, I ponder thinking it will make a mess of the machinery.

Morning of August 21, 2015. Friday.



I was trying to feasibly do two things at once last night; that is, doing a bit of extra research and writing and doing dream-making preparation exercises (involving image projection and affirmations) during the same time period, which of course, lacks the fluidity of natural dream construction and does not result in extended apex lucidity. Granted, it creates lucidity and in-dream full awareness on one level, but via an unusual perspective and while lacking the otherwise automatic settings and scenes. This particular type of dream is very different than other types, where the dream-making self and the sleeping conscious self are not fully linked as in apex lucidity, yet still as if awake at some levels (and seems to be one of the only types where critical thinking skills are vaguely present at times). Of all the different levels of consciousness, this is probably one of the most annoying. Although surreal events can and do happen, there is no telekinetic ability or abilities involving reshaping of energies.

Before going into a fully rendered in-body dream, my focus was a bit unusual. I was in an atypical form of very light sleep paralysis, the type where you can hear audio pulses and see half-rendered dream settings (and even feel light phantom touches), but rather sparse in attention. A young girl’s voice says “hear me…hear me…heal me…” very clearly (actual sound rather than just the felt waveform), which seems almost like “real” contact of some kind. This brings me awake and I ask Zsuzsanna if it was her and she says no, she had not been sending, intentionally or not (and even so, there is often a minor blue flame event when that happens).

Eventually, in-dream, I am back at my computer and I know I am dreaming, yet for some reason, I am strictly limited to my physical form in the chair. Of course, being in my dream, the computer is not behaving as it should. I am trying to get to a particular tab in Firefox, but the mouse is not responding very well.

So what I do, is peal the tab I am trying to get to off of the actual glass of the monitor. Eventually, I notice about four layers, each related to a particular tab in the browser. The computer monitor starts to separate into several layers of very thin and pliable glass (though more reminiscent of plastic in pliability), and it looks like I may have damaged something. I try to push the thin layers of screen back together and my fingers go a few inches into the screen as the thin sheets of glass are a bit out of alignment.

From here, a small white furball with an emoticon-like face, about the size of a white Furby, but with no ears, falls off my desk. It seems somehow alive, as it does hop around a few times, though a bit chaotically. I try to get it to act aggressively or to make a hostile face, but there is no response. It grins at one point and I try to get it to sprout fangs, but nothing happens. This annoys me. Intense emotion is having no effect on my intent to alter dream nuances. I cannot even create a proper “monster”, not even a little one.

I get up and go outside where there are three tyrannosauruses sleeping in our backyard on their stomachs (the biggest facing north and along the east fence opposite the public footpath, the other two facing east and west). It seems just prior to sunrise, but there is enough light to see their overall shape and certain other details. Maybe I can get a dinosaur to chase me. That might be fun. I did it often enough when much younger. I try to mentally will the dinosaurs awake, but that does not work. I kick them. Nothing happens. I jump around and kick them several times (even in the eyes) but they do not stir. Finally, I use my last scrap of mental energy and wake one up. It rises up on two legs but soon is “pulled” back into its sleeping form - like an accelerated series of movie frames, with the residual impression that the sleeping form had not moved and its waking form was only a fleeting ghost image, being pulled back into itself by sparse wispy tendrils.

Instead of relaxing and staying in my dream or trying to step into a preset scenario, I deliberately “walk out of it” through the fence and make a rude gesture to the three sleeping giants behind me.