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Morning of October 1, 1982. Friday.



While in the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house, I am vaguely aware of the presence of duck hunters. Through the window, I see that the front yard is marshy. The streets are lightly flooded, which seems normal to my dream self, and related to the seasons.

Although there had been no perceived presence of the duck hunters being in the house at any point, there are a number of duck decoys sitting about in the house which they had still somehow apparently set up. I find this annoying and intrusive. I gather a few and place them outside, though remain wary of being shot at if I move a certain way. Curiously though, I soon do not feel that much in danger. I notice there is now less water on the streets (very common waking symbolism). The duck hunters actually seem to be gone. (The hunters in this case are this dream’s preconscious element. There is no “threat” as the waking transition has already activated via RAS.)

While trying to go back to sleep, I falsely recall that one of the wooden duck decoys was mine, having had it since very young, and being fond of it and frustrated about now possibly losing it. I am puzzled by the situation until I wake. (This is likely based on my feelings of nostalgia for the 1960s plastic model kit “The Visible Pigeon”, although I also had a duck decoy catalog as a teenager as I enjoyed collecting mail-order catalogs at that time.)

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This is typified as “failed flight waking symbolism”, a very common waking transition dream component (a perfectly natural unconscious transmutation of the biological falling start, which has nothing to do with waking life or the conscious self as some extremely unintelligent people pretend), not meant to be in a negative context but as a result of a natural transition from sleeping to waking and the temporary puzzlement of being in liminal space and not being fully aware of one’s physical body while semi-conscious. My hypnopompic waking “jolt” is subdued here, which is directly related to the fake ducks, which are neither real nor can fly away (similar to any dream where a person otherwise falls, or an airplane crashes, a meteor is seen, or many other generic analogies to returning to wakeful consciousness, including climbing or using a staircase or a “flight” of stairs). Flight symbols in dreams are typically linked to real-time inner ear dynamics (loosely related to dizziness or falling sensations when awake) and RAS (reticular activating system) in subliminal anticipation of leaving the dream state. Flight symbols as such have occurred in at least one dream per sleeping period for over fifty years, which automatically renders “interpretation” (in the common superstitious usage of the term) as an invalid concept, not however, discounting literal prescience, literal practice events, or literal willful scripting of a dream (including viable healing affirmations).

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Witchhunters
Lucid #4

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am at my school where a little boy approaches me and asks for a home and a meal. In addition to that he wants me to read him a story. I google horror storys and my phone and choose a story with a witch.
I am in a big truck with to ghosthunters. I find out were on our way to the witch. We arrive and go inside. Everything is old, spooky and made out of wood. I have to duck my head. We go downstairs to the basement and meet the witch. She seems very nice and offers us to stay the night. I tell her if the hunters want to stay then I will too. She shows us our beds which are only 2 wooden planks. She lies down and starts telling us weird sex storys. She undresses and stands up. She asks me to join her and I do . The hunters turn into women too and well, no further explanation needed. I hear a narrator telling us about lucid dreaming and do a nose-RC. I get lucid. My nose is really big and deformed. I take a look around in the basement and wake up..

Writing this down now more than 12 hours after I woke up so I might have lost some details.

It started out with me and some friends in some house. We were making dinner. I was cutting cucumbers and salad and I noticed that the cucumbers got bad really fast. They became all soft and squishy while I was cutting them.

At the same time there was like a party night or something outside and there were drunk people everywhere. After a while they started to invade our house for some reason xD. They were exactly like zombies. I fled to the attic of the house in which there was a ladder going up through a square hole in the roof. I knew that that was a special hole that let to another world and I climbed up.

It became somewhat like a game. Me and some others were collecting items at a beach and the other people was nice. This part is really blurry but somehow I ended up being chased by some hunters tribe. They chased me to a house that was fugly. It was like 0.5*2 meters wide and broad while it was maybe 20 meters high. Imagine the shape you would get if you stacked like 1000 mattresses on each other. It had a rope on the outer wall hanging from the roof and I climbed it all the way up. Then I clinged to the roof while the tribe threw rocks at me. The rocks somehow caused the house to sway back and forth in wide slow movements as if it was made of something soft. It swayed so much that they could almost reach me in the extreme positions.

I knew that a minotaur army was approaching the land. I took the opportunity to sneak away from the house to the place where the minotaurs flooded forth. They rushed along some castle wall and I lured them to the same place as the tribe to make the minotaurs attack the tribe (all of this I didn't really do physically. It was more like that I thought it and it made it happen while I was watching kinda). After this action I knew that people thought I died when I disappeared from the roof. I went to the beach and someone who looked like gandalf was there lol.