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The OFFICIAL Foxrally Dream Textbook

Had a pretty enjoyable dream today, as weird as it is. I'm pretty sure it's based on a book i recently read, "Artemis Fowl" by Eoin Colfer.

Note - I noticed that I often view myself as another person/creature/race during dreams, sometimes even in third person, so this might be a dream sign?

Normal dream:

I was relatively shorter and fatter, and I knew I was a gnome. I was walking around some weird underground HQ kind of place, and I was being guided by a winged elf sort of guy. He showed me around rooms the kitchen (I might have eaten something, because I tasted something in my mouth when I woke up). The place had a real "Clubhouse" feel to it, and there was a bunch of slides and ladders everywhere.

We climbed up to the roof, and there was a really angry lady "guarding" the room up there. The elf told me it's the bathroom. I looked inside and saw three other gnomes washing their hands looking disgusted by the water (even though it was perfectly normal).

The elf told me it's weird and he never saw them up here. He laughed and I told him "Yeah, I guess. Gnomes hate to be clean."

Then I woke up, probably due to my mom closing the door of our room.

A wild chain of false awakenings and DEILDs finally led me to a most interesting encounter with Wife's DC, who was even more irrepressible than usual. This was the first of two lucid dreams from last night's session with galantamine.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #46: The Blind Man, the Bully, and the Nerd

I'm in the kitchen with Wife. I'm talking to her but I'm almost completely blind. I'm embarrassed by my blindness, convinced that it's some side effect of the galantamine that I just took. Rather than seek medical attention, I try to slink up to bed so Wife won't know. Unfortunately, she keeps asking me to hand her things, and I flail around the kitchen knocking things over. "What's wrong with you?" she asks. I have a false awakening into...

...sitting on the floor of our living room as my 1-year-old son "R" runs around me. My vision is dim but I can see better than before. I'm still convinced that I'm suffering from some kind of bizarre galantamine side effect. R is sprinting around the room, pulling objects off of tables, knocking stuff over, and tossing various knickknacks into the recycling bin. I try to stop him, but he just laughs, squirting right through my arms when I try to grab him. He says, "This is so fun, Daddy!" and I briefly become lucid, remembering that he's way too young to speak like that.

I quickly wake up but keep my eyes shut and hold still for a DEILD... and I find myself lying in a bed in a room I don't know. I get up, ready to explore. A strange, gnome-like creature with a hooked nose hops off of the floor and gets in my face, waving his arms wildly about. He's about three feet tall, covered with warts, extremely agile, and very annoying. He brags to some unseen listener: "See? I can stop him from doing what he wants in this dream!"

I try to leave the room but the little gnome keeps hopping up in my face, cackling and poking at me. He jabs me in the eyeball and I get incredibly angry. I grab the gnome by the throat, push him to the floor and hold him there. He growls and kicks his legs, but he isn't able to move. Even though he's immobilized, I'm so out of control that I still punch him once, hard right under his left eye. I immediately feel terrible about this and release my grip, allowing him to scamper away.

I stand there brooding about this for a moment before the gnome walks back in. He no longer looks disgusting and infuriating, but just like a small little man. I tell him, "I'm sorry that I hit you. I didn't need to do that." He walks up to me, points at his blackened left eye and softly says, "Fix." I nod, touching his bruised skin, and the black eye immediately heals. "All right, hug it out," I say and I kneel down to hug the little dude. The dream fades...

I buckle down for another DEILD and in a few seconds I'm back in another bed room, although it's different from the last. I'm standing and Wife is here making the bed. "Hey!" I say. "This is a lucid dream. Quit making that bed and let's go play."

She keeps making the bed. "You can go do what you like, but this work still needs to get done."

I can't believe it. "But it's all a dream. You don't have to worry about whether beds get made. Come on, I've got lucid goals I want to work on."

She stops for a second, laughs, and looks at me, wrinkling up her nose a bit. "Lucid goals? What does that even mean? You better not be trying to arrange a threesome on the bed that I just spent all this time making!"

"Come on, get serious. You'll like this... I want to visit the Great Pyramid." Then I look at her, hold out my right hand and say, "You will come with me."

She laughs. "Oh my God, nerd! I can't believe you just tried to 'command' me. Is that the kind of stuff you do in these dreams of yours?"

I smile, amazed at how like herself she is and how much I'm enjoying her company. "I think I can do this, though," I say, and levitate her a few feet off of the ground. She looks amused.

I float her over to me and set her on the ground. When I try to kiss her she doesn't resist. I feel her fingers graze my left temple but then she turns to walk away. "I still need to make this bed," she says, as the dream fades.

I'm on the side of the rode with a broken car, I don't know how to fix it, but I know that there's a tracker inside of it. There are two people there with me that I don't really know or recognize, but I get a feeling that they can be trusted and that they are my friends. We're outside of the car, we open up the hood and begin looking for the tracker inside of it, we've looked everywhere and I have a feeling it's inside the engine so we decide to abandon it.

I'm now inside a quite large house in the middle of very huge grass field, our car is outside. We have camera equipment and a lot of weapons, we're professionally trained. Somehow I'm told or get aware of the fact that the government is after us, and that we're rogue assassins trying to escape them.. I hear a military plane swoosh by and see 3 helicopters reel down a lot of hostile forces into the thick and high grass. I'm very excited and feel no sense of danger what so ever. I'm in front of the barn, laying on the ground with a weapon that reminds me of a sniper rifle seen in the movie "shooter".. I see two enemy combatants, and I aim at them and I shoot them. Although I never actually pull the trigger..

I see this as an opportunity to run through the high grass as I know that our building will soon be packed with hostiles.. I run into the grass and for a brief moment I think to myself "wait a minute.... This isn't the real world, I can just fly away from here, I'm dreaming. This is a joke" I fly at ground level, through the grass into a miniaturized forest filled with trees. At this point I've already forgotten it's a dream. I fly very rapidly (faster than the sound barrier) through the miniaturized forest and it's absolutely packed with trees, I see no natural light coming from on top of me and the trees can't be higher than 5 feet. I still realize I'm being chased, although still very excited now and a bit worried. I keep flying very very fast for about 20 seconds, then I turn and to look back and realize I've only gotten about 150 meters in, and I can still see natural light from where I just arrived, now I'm a little bit scared, realizing I'll probably be caught and killed although still excited.

I keep flying and try to get away but soon realize that there's no point, so I drop to the ground and it's now a swamp. I end up inside the swamp, below water the only exception being my head. Even though I'm inside the swamp, there's solid ground in my reach, but it's only about 10 centimeters thick, and I can feel the "solid ground" from below, I put my arms below the ground because it feels interesting. At the same time there's a white wan approaching, I can feel it's hostile. They're chasing and trying to look for me. I become lucid again, and realize I'm in a dream, although it has zero relevance as I can't actually change anything, and I have no control now. I grab the bottom of the solid ground, and I can feel some kind of spikes, I like it. So I grab the spiky thingy that reminds me of a ball, at the same time I'm curiously trying to find out what the wan is going to do. This is when a lot of small gnomes with funky hair appear (can't have been bigger than 30 centimeters) They're very rude to me, although they aren't a threat to me they are extremely annoying. This all happens in pretty fast as I'm still lucid, trying to wake up.. I have a false awakening, and then I wake up what felt like moments later.

The dark forest. Transformation. Demon summoning. House. Gnome. Cloak of invisibility. Drunk with power. Dwarves. Fight. Rath's mom. Oil. Chicken oil. Exercise. Swords. Yellow shirt. Blue short. Red?

Just a quick summary this time.

First, Anthony turned into a hipster, and his mom had another baby. I had to feed the baby. So I went to the bathroom to get food. There was a little gnome in the bathroom, and, being an asshole gnome, decided to pee on me. I stood there for a little bit confused, then I decided to kick the shit out of this gnome. He was about the size of my foot, so it was very satisfying.

Then I was in this waiting room for something. When it was finally my turn to go to wherever I was waiting for, this guy came up to me and led me through the building's hallways. He looked like Jeff Mangum of Neutral Milk Hotel (I don't even like that band). Anyway, he leads me on this grand adventure. Before I know it, I'm with three other people (one boy, two girls) and we are on this journey to somewhere. The whole thing had a very magical vibe to it, like I was inside a story book or a children's movie. Eventually we were all standing at this man-made cliff, and down below I could see a melancholy view of the ocean, where the wild wind blew the water away from the rocks to reveal fish flopping below them, and dead birds (huh?) spread about. One of the girls had transformed into an alligator with two propellers on its back. We all had umbrellas. Mine was really short, so I had to use a pole extension. Our umbrellas were inside out, and the plan was that we were going to use them to fly to our next destination. I asked, "Fly? Like in a movie?" The guy turned to me and said, "Like in-" I don't remember what he said. We all flipped our umbrellas so that they weren't inside out anymore. Now there was only me, the guy, and two other people. We were suddenly on this grassy path in an urban city, like in London or something. There was a metal fence to our left. To fly, we had to use the umbrella as if it was a wing, and we had to flap. It wasn't working so well, and we couldn't get the hang of it. Now, I had two umbrellas, and I had to flipped them around to fly. I started to get off the ground, and I was floating above the fence, but slowly. There was a storage/mail truck about 100 feet away, and it was DE that we needed to make it to this truck and stow away to our next destination. Everyone else got to the truck before me. I finally got there just in time. In the truck, there were a bunch of foam packages that a machine pushed into the truck and then packed them against the wall. I got in just in time before one went through, and it shoved me against the wall, where I was hidden behind the package. I woke up here. The machine and truck were making this weird noise like a turkey mixed with a squeaky hydraulic.

It's not a new assertion to say that many dreams are mundane. However, I more and more suspect that most dreams are irrational. The more irrational, the more easily they are forgotten. This probably has something to do with the configuration of the brain during dreams. Some parts in very low demand in general, but in lucid dreams more parts can be accessed. This is a physical reality.

Katie & Fred have been family friends since before I was I born. They have occupied at least 4% of my dreams over the years, and their houses, attic, and daughters an even larger percentage of recalled dreams. I have very little contact with them anymore, but they still appear often.

The beginning of this dream is unclear.

I was at Katie & Fred's house. It was a blend of the second house of theirs I use to visit as a child (the one with the attic) and an old restaurant. Leaving the restaurant area I had to cross what was their backyard to get to Katie & Fred's bedroom. (This is the backyard visible from their attic window.) For some reason I was intent on leaving the gathering of people including my Mother to use Fred's computer. The door led directly to their bedroom which is almost accurate. In real life that door led to Molly's bedroom.

The bedroom was nothing like real life. When I stepped inside, I noticed there was a to-go container of food. For some reason, I opened it up to see what they had ordered. Inside was a delicious looking meal of Mexican food. I remember the beans, rice, and a Pita Pocket* of steak, tomatoes, cheese and salsa.

I couldn't resist eating some. I had a little bit of everything and a bite or two of the Pita Pocket. It was fantastic tasting. I tried to figure out where it was purchased so I could go there myself. There were no labels or any identifying information on the off-white cartons. I had the brilliant idea(!?) to do a Google search - using a piece of the Pita Pocket pressed into the search box on the monitor. I don't recall the results, but at this point I had the distinct impression I may be invading their privacy to a wild extent.

Shrugged it off by telling myself: nothing I had done on their PC was an invasion of privacy. Just then, the backdrop on the PC caught my attention. It was them, along with other people smiling for the camera. Nude. The borders of the picture were pink. I thought:

"Oh shit, Fred definitely wouldn't want me to see this desktop background."

Here is when things get super weird: I was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed using a PC next to their TV. Just then, a squirrel came leaping into the room from the side window. It leaped from the floor, onto the bed directly behind me and froze. Almost as if stuffed. I was slightly startled because its face was very close to my face looking me directly in the eye. (See Blackbird Flying LD)

I reached up my hand to pet it cautiously. This squirrel looked huge when I took a closer look. About 3ft long, thick, realistic with clean dark gray hair. Suddenly, what started as the far bedroom wall turned into a well forested opening to a noonday dense bright green forest. A little man appeared or the squirrel morphed into a fawn and a little harry man emerged from the woods. He threw the fawn over his shoulder and ran off. Just then I heard a narrators voice say:

"These little hairy forest men are known to kidnap reindeer."

Still feeling embarrassed, I decided to leave and go tell Fred all I had done in his bedroom. I crossed through the backyard and into the restaurant party area again. There were a lot of empty tables but my Mom, Fred and other people were laughing and talking at one of the center ones. I took Fred aside back into the yard and made a limited confession. I told him I had ate part of his food, but only a small amount. I told him I used his PC to do some searches. I deliberately left out that I had Google searched with part of his Pita Burrito to find out where he bought it.

This detail seemed especially incriminating because I suspected there was still a mess on his PC screen in the search box.

He begrudgingly forgave me. It was as if he only did it to exit an awkward situation as quickly as possible. He entered his room and shut the door. I started to walk about but had the thought "Opps, I forgot my journal in his bedroom." I knocked on the door and Fred answered with the expression he last had. I asked him for my journal and when he went to grab it I noticed he had wolfed down all the Mexican food. He handed me the journal without hesitation, I opened it up, and it was Molly's journal instead.

I had the thought: why would I ever bring my personal journal here anyway? Now he will think I was snooping through Molly's journal.

(*PRECOGNITIVE*) I told my my Mom about this dream. When I mentioned the Pita Pocket burrito -she gasped. She told me that Katie was obsessed with Pita bread recently. This is not something I had the slightest clue about, and Pita bread has definitely not been on my mind recently, or at any point.

The dreams starts off with a bunch of people there. I don't recognize most of them, but there's one guy who is one of my friends who is on my racing team, and then a girl. The only other people besides these two that I know are the members of the Scooby Doo gang who are, of course, racing in their Mystery Machine. I was very excited because somehow my friends and I had managed to befriend a dragon to be our racing machine. Somebody starts the race and we begin racing across various parts of the world, including a long, low wooden bridge built over very murky water, and a large area of forest.

Most of the dream consists of just as racing. My group was in first place until we got back to the bridge area, which was the last stretch. Somehow our dragon had hurt its wing and we ended up crashing into the water. I saw my dragon race away back to where it came from under the water and I waved goodbye to it before I sunk to the bottom of the liquid. It was strange what I saw. Lined up along the edge right before the area ended were what looked like seriously freaky garden gnomes all the way across. As soon as I touched the bottom, one came at me and grabbed me, saying something about how because I had come to some Otherworld, my soul would have to be taken from my body. I grabbed a Skeleton that was at the bottom of the water and managed to trick the Gnome into thinking that the soul of this already deceased person was much better than mine, and I swam away back to the surface. I woke up just as I began to climb back onto the dock and I saw that our team had still won first place.

Morning of December 8, 1969. Monday.

Dream #: 1,085-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



This dream scene is the final and most vivid of an incomplete narrative about Brenda and I using an elevator inside a tree to visit an underground world. The elevator operator is probably a Munchkin (of about my height - note that I was eight years old when I experienced this dream) from “The Wizard of Oz” (1939). The setup is similar to the one the wizard uses. The tree has a doorway at ground level but is otherwise a version of the tree in the northwest corner of West Elementary School’s playground. There is a cheerful mood. I sense it is early morning.

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My dream interprets my status of becoming more aware during the waking process as having been underground (asleep).

My dream interprets my instinctual awareness of being in REM sleep and its temporary condition of sleep atonia as my dream self being inside an imaginary tree because a tree is immobile.

My dream interprets my liminal anticipation of becoming more aware, both consciously and physically, during the waking transition, with the use of an elevator. It is a transition from the immobility of the tree.

The Munchkin is the modulatory personification of the vestibular system correlation of the waking process.

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My dream was also influenced by “The Night of the Green Terror” episode of “The Wild Wild West.” Dr. Loveless (Michael Dunn, the dwarf, dressed as Robin Hood), had an underground tree hideout accessed via a door. Even so, there was no negative undertone at any point in my dream.

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