Day 4 Fragments as dictated to voice recorder …/The closed door and I cannot get back into my place/… …/The theme about <incomprehensible> from day before got into the dream/… …/I see guys are wearing suits from 60’s~70’s/… While WBTB I’m able to remember more details about the dreams while drifting back into dreamland. In that moment I think to myself that I will remember about those details. Then I get lost back into some other dream and forget them all Day 5 Fragments …/I’m collecting flags or something similar and putting them on sort of wooden towers. It’s a very Assassins Creed like sequence. It’s day. I’m in a big country house. There’s a lot of people around. There’s a wooden structure in the middle of a yard. I climb to put the flag on the top. I’m wandering around. There’s an Asian fat guy wearing only white trousers. He’s about to take a shower. I wonder how is he doing to get hot water if his heating system is off. I want to take a shower too, I think I might use his shower and let people blame him for using the heater because of it should be off/… …/I’m getting to the side of U’s house in the middle of a field. It’s all covered under snow, it gets to my knees [competition theme related]I have to pick a bike that lays to the side of the road next to the house. S and N are already on their way. I have to hurry to get where they are. I’m in a hurry and distracted playing with a small purple/pink doll of gum. It’s like a key hanger. I have to be careful not to let some of its small parts fall on the snow, they might get lost there, it’s very deep/… …/Sh brought some started joints and puts them on the table. He gives me one as I ask for a present. His girlfriend gets into the room. I cover the stuff with a shirt and pretend I’m folding clothing. She asks for a jacket that I see close to my right. I say I have no idea where is it and choose to ignore her/… …/I get out of one of my recurrent graveyards and turn to the left heading back to my grand parents house. I see two guys talking. I wear my headphones and try to play some music with my mp3 player. It’s not working and it starts getting more and more complicated as I try to connect the headphones with the player, I stop paying attention to the place/… It’s a recurrent dreamscape Day 6 …/I’m taking part of some kind of Muppet Show sequence. I see Animal with a big monster bird standing on his arm in front of me. He gets scared the hell out of a dove that is standing on my back/… Days 7 - 8 *Black Out* Day 9 Fragments …/I’m in the first place I rented. I see ER and we have a nice talk on the bed, I’m glad to meet her again. She lays first then I lay too close that she starts feeling uncomfortable. I try to explain her about somebody I know who reminds me to her. I pay too much attention on her body. I’m visiting for short. I didn’t set all of the stuff for the transport. There are two beds and one of my closets. There’re other friends from school CaMa is there and we let some Legos on the bed. RU comes around with somebody else, it has something to deal with black metal or music. While I’m going downstairs to do something I meet the old woman who leases the house. She’s angry because of some plants where hidden under the stairs. She’s complaining about it because of the plants will rot and stink the whole place. I try to explain I wasn’t that person. She goes on arguing telling if it’s like that then she will have to get a new tenant. I don’t care/… …/Some other people is waiting outside of the room on the roof. They want to get in to make some reparations on the water pipes/… …/There’s some celebration day around. I see there are new stores on the street. A lot of things have changed. I try to find which was the small store I knew. It’s confusing, I want to buy something, may be a Coca-Cola. Somebody says that the people from this house buy their Cokes in a small store and points somewhere between two big business. I’m bit nervous about talking with new people. There’s some integration with the sellers/… …/The doors of the house that lead to the garage are partially opened to let light come in, otherwise it’s impossible to see something. The lady had covered all of the open spots, I don’t find something I put on an empty oil barrel/… At this moment other dreams get mixed while recalling, it’s another recurrent dreamscape. I tend to dream on the times before the last move so far. Sometimes I’m in a hurry or about to miss the flight Day 10 I was playing Assassins Creed with one of my daughters the whole night just dreamed more smashed sequences of the game Day 11 *Black Out* Day 12 Fragment …/I’m near a Main Street I used to walk very often during my school days. I see big trucks [competition theme related] crashing with each other. A white one loses control and crashes straight against the wall of a house that cuts the street. I’m arranging sort of cassettes close to the street, near a park of my childhood. Somebody comes and asks for help, The driver got hurt we must help! He says, I have to stop what I’m doing/… Day 13 - 14 *Black Out*
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.) 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). 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.)
Morning of June 10, 2017. Saturday. This is just a typical first-level dream sign dream of the type I have had continuously all my life, although I only document them when there are unique features. As I have explained before (though it is a no-brainer if one actually understands dreams and how the human mind works), the rendering is based on threads of real-time but subliminal conscious self awareness within sleep. (The number of threads of conscious self identity vary greatly from dream to dream, which is why “interpretation”, as in relating to the current conscious self, is not really feasible.) In my dream, I am in an unfamiliar location. There are a number of unknown people around who I do not perceive as imposers. Curiously, we are all on an oversized L-shaped bed, which goes around the internal corner of a wall (that is, of an inward ninety-degree angle). There are at least two windows, one on the side I am on and the other around the turn. I am also aware of a few family members. A television is on on the opposite side of the room but I do not pay that much attention to it. I want to keep the window on my side open. It is a bit difficult as the piece that is meant to hold it up (at about the halfway point) is somewhat flimsy. Someone else (unknown), around the corner and on the perpendicular part of the large bed, hands me a gold metal rod (which I thank him for), which I think was a horizontal piece from the other window (which I think may have come from the top of the lower sash). It is about two and a half feet long. One part of it on one end (perhaps attached to it) loosely resembles a very long barrel bolt lock. I am able to place it vertically within the window’s left side to hold up the lower sash at the level of the upper sash. After this, I do something to a headphone cord that is apparently plugged into the television. I pull it closer to where I can comfortably put on my headphones (not getting off the bed at any point). I soon hear the television sound through the headphones, although it also seems to be coming out into the room (which is not possible unless the relevant Y-cable is used). This last part loosely comes from a recent real-life event. The speakers on our new television stopped working and I had to jury-rig a cord from the headphone socket into amplified multimedia speakers. (Our new DVD player appears to have no tuner so I guess technology is still moving backwards, as usual.) Over the last several years, I have learned a little more about the specific elements of “behavior” concerning preconscious factors, especially the personified preconscious. After closely studying tens of thousands of dreams all my life, it appears, quite obviously, that the nature of the preconscious in this case is non-aggressive or confrontational as I am “already in bed” and additionally “already near the open window”. (A window symbolizes, in real time, either the threads to the conscious self status, or another level of consciousness. In holding the window up with a piece given to me by a personified preconscious persona, I am willingly, though subliminally, entering the waking transition without the need for the preconscious to create aggressive or confrontational waking symbolism). Additionally, hearing the television through my headphones symbolizes, in real time, my approach to the waking event horizon, as a television sometimes represents (in real time) the dreamer’s external environment (though it depends on the dream type and time frame of the dream). Additionally, the L-shaped bed is probably an unusual visual form to make the clear distinction between the fictional dream self (and its typically false memories and false identity) and the emergent consciousness (which is far more like the current whole conscious self identity). As such, it is likely analogous to the intersection feature in some dream types.
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #244: Headphone Cornucopia I’m in some kind of big apartment with Wife, who sends me to the other side of the place to take care of some task. I stop in a hallway with a wall mirror, noticing that hey, I have a pair of headphones on my head and music’s playing! I stand there, just appreciating the music, enjoying myself and completely slacking on my assigned task. Eventually I start feeling guilty that I’ve been loafing around while Wife waits for me, so I take the headphones off and throw them on the floor. But somehow the music keeps playing and I still have headphones on! Okay,this must be a dream! I take off this pair of headphones and toss them, amusing myself that fresh headphones keep appearing on my head. I do this 5 or 6 more times before finally deciding to move on. I decide that the tune was only “pretty good” so I don’t get too obsessed with bringing it back to waking life. I walk down through a doorway and turn to my left to find myself in a large, rectangular hallways with a floor of red industrial carpet. What were my tasks? Ah right, to play a musical instrument that doesn’t exist in waking life. I walk through to the end of the hall and find myself in a large movie theater facing the screen. I turn to my left to look out over the audience. There’s a good crowd for the show, but fortunately the theater is so huge that it’s not exceedingly crowded. I look out over the crowd, deciding that Dreamer will be seated somewhere in this theater. I point at the crowd, sweeping my finger left and saying, “There you are, Dreamer!” Yep, there she is! She’s seated in the middle of a long row further back, maybe 30 feet away. She’s blond rather than purple-haired and her hair is pulled back into a bun. She’s sitting with her feet on the chair, her knees pulled up to her chest. She grins when I point her out. I float up, stepping lightly from the back of one chair to the other. I say, “[Dreamer], you’ve got an instrument for me!” Her grin bends into a knowing smile and she sits up in her chair, her right hand reaching across her body toward some unseen object on her left side. I keep hopping along, but I don’t quite reach her before the dream ends.
12/20/2012 3:40am At work in the maintenance shop talking to other maintenance guys. One of them has dry skin on his face and they are discussing ways to prevent, treat and cure dry skin. The scene shifts and we are on the plant floor which looks a little more like a convention centre than usual. We are following a guy who works for a company that provided us with an air dryer system for our compressors. We stop in front of the new unit and we all lean in to hear what he is saying. There is lots of ambient noise as usual. He starts going through operation of the machine and basic maintenance. He stresses that we should try to conserve battery life by keeping the volume down on the machine. ..."There has been allot of places that I've visited where the operators had the alarms all the way up and I'm just sick of it."....He continued by saying we should keep it as quiet as someone doing technical work at a nuclear plant (like they needed to concentrate heavily) I asked how we would be able to hear the machine if we had it so quiet.. My brain must have been thinking about music because I asked if there was an 1/8th inch audio jack....."What??"..."Is there an 1/8th inch audio jack?... Then I thought I spotted one "Oh there it is....wait that is just an ethernet port," I went on to suggjest that they get some sort of wifi / bluetooth thing going on because it would be realy hard to hear the alarm otherwise.
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #31: The Edge of Venice I’m in line at a cafeteria salad bar, waiting behind a middle-aged lady. The salad bar is utilitarian, old, and no-frills, like something you’d find in a high school lunchroom. I suddenly notice that my noise-canceling headphones are draped over the top of the salad bar. “Great!” I think. “I’ve been looking for those.” The lady in front of me grabs the headphones off of the salad bar. They turn into salad tongs and she begins using them to pile lettuce onto her plate. “Hey!” I complain. “Those are my headphones! You're gonna ruin them!” The lady just looks at me. I get a sense of how ridiculous this is and realize that I’m dreaming. The lady continues to stare at me and I head for the cafeteria's exit door. It’s a bright, clear day and now that I'm outside, I see that the restaurant sits on the shores of a lake. The lake is dotted with rowboats and stretches away toward a mountain range. I pause to look at the rowboats and see that most of them are manned by little DC families of four, two parents and two kids. I rise into the air and turn to the left, ready to explore. There's a huge cloud bank that rests against the mountains and extends almost all the way to the ground. The cloud is strange, and I realize that a) it’s pink and b) it appears to be much more solid and substantial than a typical cloud. After looking at it for a moment I realize that it’s actually a gigantic, super-detailed loofah. I try to circle around the loofah but for some reason turning feels difficult. I sort of feel like I should be turning but nothing’s really happening. I don’t make a big deal out of it and fly around on the left side of the loofah. Up ahead I see a Venice-like city of canals. Gondola operators mill about on the docks as I drift by, relaxing in the sun and managing their boats. One of these DCs looks up at me as I fly overhead, raising one hand to shield his eyes from the sun. I see buildings and a whole network of canals ahead of me and begin flying toward them, eager to explore this Dream Venice. Unfortuantely, I awaken abruptly. The dream was really vivid at this point so the awakening was an unpleasant surprise.
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The dream starts off in my old middle school, I ask my teacher ms. Mcgaw if I can let the students waiting outside in. She says that I can, so I open the door to the classroom and wave them all in. The classroom has a smart board in the middle of the room and bleachers set up near the door. All of the students find a seat, and I happen to sit next to a pair of cymbals. (I happen to be a percussionist in real life so this is probably where the cymbals came from) A African American teacher, looks to be in his forties or fifties walks into the room and begins to teach. He is talking about teen couples that have babies in high school. I forget the names of the couple who he was mainly focusing on though. As he is speaking my leg whips out and accidentally knock over the cymbals causing a barrage of sound. Even as I pick the cymbals up and place them back onto the bleachers, they are still making a ringing noise. The noise then stops completely and the man resumes teaching. After a passage of time the ringing noise appears. The man stops teaching one again and speaks to me. "Maybe you should go to the main office and get some headphone for those," he suggests. The dream ends with a view of the main office.
I'm in a nightclub. I walk closer to the front desk of the DJ. On top of it see a Propellerheads, it´s the decksanddrumsandrockandroll album. The album is under a average-sized dj headphones. I recognize the cd because of the cover, which has flames of fire, like in an explosion, and the silhouette of two men. I think I have a glass of something in my hand, most of the disco lights are green, although there are purple ones too.
Lucid, Non lucid, Comments Inventing Headphones: my recall has been terrible these past few days, mainly due to school work. Anyway I was walking around when I realised that my headphones had two light bulbs on each side. So I took them off to examine them closer and thats when I recieved a fake memory of me inventing them in a workshop? they were pretty sophisticated because they had loads of buttons and dials around the speakers, for things such as temperature control. I was feeling kinda hot so I turned one of the dials and a cool breeze started coming out of the speakers( I don't even know how that would work, maybe fans?). Then I was on a plane(dream-sign) and they were playing music even though I hadn't connected them to anything.
Date: Aug.25/26 Time: Approximately 7:05 am Description: This is another non-lucid dream. It is only one dream, and it is only in fragments. I can't no matter how hard I try, remember much of anything. Even feelings are scarce. But nonetheless here it is. Dream: I am walking down a street and see somebody that I recognize (not a friend or anybody I know, it was a feeling of just going along with whatever the plot was). We have a place where we hang out. In this place, a water pipe is broken, but it still seems to work. This person I am with brings over a couple of girls to the house. One of these girls is more official than the other in their relationship to the guy. They both like each other too. This guy ends up wanting the official girl over the other women. I invite a couple of guys to this house we are at. DJ comes over and we mess with the computer, trying to lay down beats in FL studio. I pick up the headphones I use and give them to DJ. I end up back on the street walking the opposite way I was in the beginning of the dream.
★★★ Music I was in some living room sitting in front of a computer console with some kid. The kid made motions with his/her hand and I heard a violin noise. I moved my hand in front of it and it made another note. The kid tried a few notes but they weren't very melodic. I tried my best to play the violin part of a bach concerto in A minor. I did the opening theme perfectly. The kid looked at me annoyed. HH A lucid flash of looking at my hand! Mess hall I have a brief memory of stepping into the mess hall on the Star Trek voyager ship. There was a weird table beside me when I entered the place. Someone slid a metal sheet over the table. That is all I remember. Neelix I was in some dark place flying around with Neelix, from Voyager. He was in a grey suit with his head popping out. I remember his strange hair sticking out as we flew. For a second I thought it may have been a dream but I got distracted in the direction neelix was pointing. We flew there, and neelix pointed out a part where the ceiling was cracked. I pulled at it and it turned out to be loose drywall chunks, i pulled them away and flew up it. I was now in a narrow space just enough for me to fly in. I reached a part twhere there was some paper blocking. I tore a hole through. I noticed Neelix popped his head in from below. He asked me If I saw a way up. I got above the paper and pushed the rip down toward him. His head came through the paper and he managed to get through the paper hole entirely. We then kept flying upwards in the passageway. Headphones I was in some basement that was messy. I was listening to someone speak on headphones... suddenly they didn't work. I found another set of heaphones and they worked fine. Firecracker I was walking with my brother outside. We went over some dirt pile on astreet and came to my house. We sat on the curb of the driveway while we talked. I forget what was said. I saw a firework kind of display, it was the size of a dove bird it was sparkling purple and pink and it flew past us. someone was coming out of the side door of the house. I heard a woman's voice say. "No, don't do that please, It will make him mad." A boy with blond hair emerged from the house. He had a firecracker in his hand. He lit it and tried to hand it to me. I said. "throw that thing quick or you'll burn yourself bad. He then pointed the firecracker in my direction and put it close to my face. I became frightened and turned away.
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