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I work at a court in a large building that looks like a mall. It is a very old building and people do tours in it. I catch some tourists visiting the restroom. It is part of the tour because they are antique.

I am being harassed by a female colleague and she pushes me against a wall, says she wants my cunt and touches me inappropriately. I am rescued by a couple other colleagues and they support me in presenting complaint to the police, but because it is a woman, the police doesn't take it seriously. Unfortunately she also has her own friends who support her. We are all working same place. I leave early and go shopping. A store of natural products has some sales and I end up buying an electric toothbrush and a natural hair coloring.

Later I go to work for some guys at the court. Some day they are talking about something boring and I leave. At some other room, I overhear some guys with a plan to destroy the world by releasing nanites. I follow them around to gather intel and watch as they push a button and unleash it on an island just by the coast, that we can see from the window. The nanites destroy a building in 10 sec. I run to tell my colleagues, but they don't understand what I am talking about and why it is urgent. It doesn't take long for us to start feeling the effect. Communications gone, transportation not coming and people in the city are already confused and scared and then cars start having accidents as the nanites eat them.

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With a friend, we are going to denounce some corruption in the police. There is a conspiracy and they do what they can to stop us. A traffic policewoman doesn't want to let us drive away in our car, we understand she is looking for reasons to detain us, so we run away. We are followed, we split. I enter the internal affairs or something like it and I meet the detective that already is expecting us. I sign a letter with my testimony. Even in there he has to do some tricks to protect the statement and the evidences from corrupt colleagues.

With some boys, having some classes on metallurgy, learning to make some instruments and later applying to some competition.

With mom, arriving to a house at the very edge of the woods. We spot 5 kids coming out of the house, all fired up over something. They get on a boat at a nearby peer and we keep watching their journey as if watching a movie. They sail the sea and face sea monsters and are almost swallowed by a whale. They end up on the shore of some dream island and welcomed by some Greek goddess. People live there in peace, away from the human world, protected by this magical monsters that live around and in the island.

I go down to the beach and meet these amazing black shiny horses that jump on the ocean and they swim to the shores of the idyllic island. I follow them there. Nothing happens on the way. Once on land, I learn the island is full of wild animal spirits. The population here stays indoors after sunset and keeps the fire burning for protection, because the evil spirits attack at night. But the fire extinguishes and we are attacked by a spirit in the form of a black puma. When he is about to attack me, he stops but still hurts me with its claws. Wants me to follow him to his cave. Zilla is there to and tries to hit him with something, so I can run. I don't want to hurt the puma, so I use the chance to escape and he gives up and goes away. Later, a demonic boar is attacking a lady and I also have to beat it until the spirit leaves.

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I have an android friend, Japanese looking, who I always treat as a human friend. Someday I have somewhere to go and leave her behind without an explanation and she resented me for that, felt treated like an appliance that would be just fine at home alone. She wanted to cut bonds with me. I gave her freedom to act as a human and live her life. Encountered her years later, on a boat, docked on an island, where there's a festival happening.
She is still angry at me, had been living with guys who used her (I guess as a sex partner) but she had left them one after the other, tired of being constantly treated as an object.
Very strong wildfires burst in the island leaving everyone in danger.
In the midst of all these, there is a revelation of documents that finally show how much money Trump got from certain people and lots of people are celebrating his downfall. One lady wants to share the news on a megaphone, when a siren sounds loudly and flames approach the coast. Lots of people come take refuge in ships by the coast and becomes a nightmare to fit so many people in the boats. Chaos ensues and one guys tries to rape me in a dark corner, but I get helped by another guy whom I detest, but on that moment I even feel attracted to him.

With a bunch of people, many familiar to me, still on a boat, but now things are calmer and on land there is some event with conferences and lectures. A friend of mine comes to tell me that such and such person can't make the lecture he or she was supposed to and they want me to do it instead. I ask about what and she says "Foucault" and I panic, because I know nothing about Foucault. She says they have a powerpoint on a computer and I just need to read it ahead and then follow it. I say no way, but I gotta try and help somehow. So I go running to the conference place, 15 mins ahead to try and read the material and get acquainted with the topic. People are already waiting in the lounge of the auditorium.

I see an organ (keyboard) and a few chairs by the trash, go get my van to collect it and on returning I see a family emptying their house, so I ask them permission to collect the things they are throwing away. They are extremely nice and invite me to their house to see what they have and help taking it out. I am amazed with the place. I explain my work with charities and that I'd like to take all that I can, they help me pack in bags and carry it outside. They have amazing stuff. They have a weird mutant pet, like Nessie, in a lake outside that reaches inside through a balcony with his long neck. He really likes me and starts licking me. One of the kids says to let it give me a smooch, but others say no, no, because he'll rip my head off. Apparently he gets really excited with some smells and can bite someone's head off.

Morning of November 22, 2018. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,966-01. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec. Readability score: 50.



I am looking at the ocean while I am incorporeal. It is near either sunrise or sunset. The ocean’s surface has a purple hue. A drone that I see as firstly flying high in the sky reaches a small island. At first, I do not know what it is. It had been sent to study lemurs. Eventually, I feel that it is invasive and unwarranted. There is a family of lemurs that sits in what is more like an oversized bird nest. An unfamiliar narrator’s voice (very rare in my dreams), as if as part of a documentary, mentions something about the mother lemur and “what she makes of it.” (I hear “make” twice, but I do not recall the full phrase. It seems to imply making something in a literal context but is ambiguous.)

I am aware that the mother lemur may capture the drone and hide it somewhere, like inside the nest or covered with something, to prevent humans from watching them or discovering where they are.

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Purple (as a dominant feature) is an uncommon color in my dreams (though so is orange) and only dominates when coming up more quickly out of slow-wave sleep, of which the ocean represents the residual essence. (Ocean presence of a vivid discernment, other than its depths, typically only occurs in the last dream of a sleep cycle, whereas rivers, lakes, and streams occur near the beginning of every sleep cycle and often even when I am not asleep, in the first stages of hypnagogia. I associate water with the natural melatonin process and sleep itself, usually hearing the imaginary sound of water as I enter sleep.)

Lemurs, as well as monkeys, on the fundamental level, are often a precursory subliminal association with coming up out of the dream state, a representation of the infra-self.

Flying autosymbolism (either projected or inherited) has occurred in my dreams at least once (typically more than once) during every sleep cycle for over fifty years. It is the main factor of vestibular system correlation, the primary process of resolving physicality because the physicality of the dream state is imaginary (which triggers falling dreams, the so-called “waking start”).

The drone is the emerging consciousness factor in this transition, a non-lucid and often invasive dynamic by way of the preconscious, seeking out my infra-self (the lemurs in this case) to initiate consciousness. A look at thousands of my (non-lucid) dream posts on Tumblr (once autosymbolism is legitimately understood) will reveal the same processes with infinite variations.

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Morning of November 10, 2018. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,954-02. Reading time: 2 min 26 sec. Readability score: 66.



I am looking at a map of the island of Sulawesi (Celebes) with its very unusual shape. I notice an isolated fictitious town with the name of “Core” that is otherwise where Central, West, and South Sulawesi meet. There are mostly only native inhabitants there. I project my dream self into the map to create the foundation of my dream. I decide I will play the role of introducing new opportunities and resources to the region.

At one point, I mentally create diced pineapples in a bowl and the tribal leader enjoys them. I reassure him that I will only allow a few tourists to come to the area only during certain time periods and that I will have my team clean the region on a regular basis.

At another point, several soldiers, all in black, come to occupy the area. I mentally create an army that comes in from a ship and wipes them all out.

I decide to go on a journey to Los Angeles. An unfamiliar backpacker asks if he can go with us, and I say yes. I enjoy the idea of a random dream denizen (almost as if I see him as “real” or having perception) being on my ship in my dream. Although the trip is supposed to last several days, we arrive there within minutes. I try to make the ocean waves more interesting. In the distance, there seem to be huge “curtains.”

I alter the nature and progression of my dream with the intent of increasing my dream state awareness. I create rain to sustain and vivify my dream to astounding levels (as water and its specific dynamics has always been a natural melatonin factor of the dream state). The weight and coolness of the water is incredibly realistic. I slowly fly in standing position above an unknown town in semidarkness. I marvel at the pleasurable sensations of the rain that falls upon my skin and the realistic, vivid sound of rain all around me. I fly slowly over a small canal with culverts on each end.

I eventually land and bring out the sun. I walk down a wooden sidewalk and notice the nexus simulacrum (personified preconscious) going through a doorway built adjacent to the building on my right but of which goes to the intersection, but I mentally force him to turn around. I ask him, “What is your name?” He looks puzzled and in a hurry. “What is your name?” I ask him two more times, in case there is an interconsciousness thread present.

I maintain the expectation that the nexus simulacrum may have a level of transpersonal intelligence that may not originate from my dream self.

He answers with “Dennis Sunimun.” I let him leave, as he seems late for a business meeting. Still, “Dennis” is the name of my brother and “Sunimun” is an obvious distortion of “sunny man.” I was hoping for something more, evidence of intelligence beyond my own, which has been present in certain previous dreams.

I reset my dream, with the possibility I will wake myself, but I end up in an offset dream of lesser vividness. Still, I make my way to a library to write down the event. I walk through midair, about ten feet above the street, with a few random people.

In the library, I read handwritten details in a notebook. I write “Dennis Sunimun” several times, but when I look each time, I am not sure if it is clear enough to carry over into my conscious memory and I try writing it again. Finally, I go into another area of the library and walk out with my family.

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The first dream was earlier in the morning. I was trying to get to work on time. I had woken up in my normal house and was trying to get in a shower but my sister had taken one of them. Sam was with me too. We were both trying to get there on time but we only had about 30 minutes to get there so we needed to leave very soon. We both run into a room and see there's only one shower that is clogged and has a bunch of stuff in it. We decide to say screw it and dip our heads in the water to wash our heads. I can hear my sister and my dad screaming at each other about something. They're pissed at each other, my sister is especially upset. I get out of the house around 8:31 and think I'm going to be a bit late.

Sam and I get to this rock climbing place. I'm not really sure what happened here. I definitely climbed some walls at some point. The walls didn't look normal though, they didn't have very many places you could grab hold and pull yourself up.

There was also a moment I was in a hospital with my father. There was a young woman with dark hair telling me about an asthma test I was going to take. I see there's a machine with certain tiny holes in patterns. I blow into a mask or device and girl tells me I have asthma and need to get an inhaler. I look at my dad and then back at her surprised. I say something like "you're telling me I just did a huge test a few weeks ago which came out negative and now you're saying I'm positive?" and she agrees.

In a later dream or possibly after the previous one, I'm traveling to work or somewhere and we're going through this abandoned place. It looks like an amusement park. It's extremely broken down and the colors are all faded, but the rides are actually still going. The rides I see up close are kiddie rides where you sit in a little cart and it pushes you along a single track in and out of some water. The water could've been there from it being so old though. It was weird because something seemed evil about this place. I'm not really sure but it's possible there was something trying to speak to us or tempt us. I think maybe this part ended with some sort of fortnite ambush.

I'm with abbie and my other sister's boyfriend. We're playing a game that looks a lot like mario. There's a yoshi character but he's got a lot of spikes all over his body. We're in this dark cave that has the outline of the yoshi character standing in some red ice. We jump into the body and are now in his level. In the level it's snowing. We're sliding down a slope and jumping over to this cliff side.

Over on the other side of the cliff is this place. The place is evil but I didn't recognize that at first. My dad is there. I walk over and realize the drop is extremely far down. My dad tells me this place is evil and takes control of people. There are these two islands floating off in the air from the cliff that are decorated with bright colorful things. It's hard to describe but they were covered in snow and had a building on them and then had these colorful decorations that made the island look interesting. As soon as I got near to one of the islands I felt like something was taking control. I had jumped to the island and the thing was trying to get me to jump off. I was fighting it. I had gone over the edge a few times but managed to grab hold of the building or a pole. After those times I jumped back to the mainland and fully realized this is where people go to get rid of people they know and don't like. I saw this dad with a wife and a daughter sitting on the edge. When I realized this the wife and daughter turned around and simply jumped off the cliff. The husband had a sigh of relief and walked away. I left this place freaked out.

I'm in some sort of bus driving in what looked like a safari. This part was extremely weird. There were humans specifically young people from those stupid cheesy horror movies that were naked in the grass. They were lined up in certain sex positions. They were dead. There were also either lions/tigers or people dressed in those costumes who were having sex with the dead bodies. It was bizarre. The bus pulls up to a castle place near the cliffside but in a warmer area. There was a person standing in a dark room looking at us. Their head was made of blue snakes. It was talking to us. Its head would disappear and then reappear.

Eventually, we got back to a neighborhood near my house. I was now somehow only 8 or so years old. There was now a car sitting in the street. An old lady about 80 or so years had gotten out and was chatting about how she was so excited to see her grandson and take him home, which was me. I looked at my teachers and started shaking my head no. I knew who this was. This was IT. It was disguised as an old lady in order to take me home and eat me. It had walked down to a trash can to throw something away. I saw It coming back covered in some muddy substance looking barely like an old lady anymore. I started walking down the street which was behind cool spring. It was walking looking back at my teacher asking if she could borrow a car. Then It asked if it could borrow a small loan to buy a car. It was visibly deteriorating very quickly. We get to the end of the street which now looks to be in a swamp or jungle. It says "I need to get back to avalon street. I saw the castle built millions of years ago, I didn't like the structure. I had to change it around a bit." It is now visibly this giant swamp monster who's skinny and dangles down with bad posture. I walk by down old wooden steps. My lanyard gets caught on something. I'm in a swamp overlooking some body of water and marsh in the background. It is behind me telling me something. Any second I expect to break free and get away but the dream ends there. I had never felt scared during this entire thing. In my mind I was outsmarting It and the ending was that I got away.

Morning of December 29, 2017. Friday.



My dream memory starts with me already being in the waking space with no recall of any prior backstory or induction type. I find myself on the Barolin Street porch (a porch being my most common end state marker, symbolizing the closest transition to emergent consciousness).

Despite the setting, my dream distorts the implications into what seems to be a perfunctory attempt at reinduction. I am near a large globe that is implied to be the actual world. I am apparently a giant, bigger than Earth itself (which makes no sense as I am standing on a porch seeming otherwise of normal size). Looking down, I see where I am supposedly meant to go. It is a small island called Oahu. In my dream, it is a smaller part of Japan, not Hawaii. The rest of Japan is rectangular and horizontally oriented on the globe, just east of China. There is no North or South Korea. Oahu is east of the main rectangular part of Japan. I look more closely. My physicality changes but I am still a giant somehow standing on the globe. I am standing in the water (the ocean implied), which is just above my ankles, on the west side of the little island.

I do not want to ruin anything, as the island is almost too small to stand on. Looking down, I notice about six or seven very small animated drawings of people, depicted as walking around, but I see no buildings. The sketchily animated people are not in correct perspective relative to my position. I view them more from their sides (partly in profile) than as if looking down upon them. They seem too big to be able to live in such a small area. They seem to be wearing only white Asian conical hats and white loincloths. Despite them being sketchy animations, I perceive them as real people, or at least indicative of where the “real” people are. They make no indication that they are aware of me, though they are like insects in comparison to my size.

There are some changes in my size, it seems, but the island remains too small to consider suitable for visiting.

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Zsuzsanna and I watched a movie that was set in Hawaii last night, apparently on the island of Oahu (though there was nothing in the movie regarding Japan). I do not know why Japan came in or why Hawaii was supposed to be Japan or whatever; just the usual nonsense.

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I was in a classroom in northern Sweden. A few more people (all adults) were there with me. They had locked us up for being residents of a hostile nation. They started unlocking the door, and I knew they'll execute us all. I told the others to get ready to fight, and went to the door to open it as soon as it was unlocked. I felt like we were all going to die. The situation was so desperate, we might as well put up a fight. I opened the door, and the others rushed outside. We fought, and most of us were shot dead on the spot or otherwise killed or restrained (to be shot later). I was retrained as well, by a man I remembered from a previous job (in real life), a Dutchman called Michel. I practically begged him to let me go, and much to my surprise he did (out of view of the others). Grateful for the favor of my former colleague, I made my way out of the building, across the courtyard of the school, toward the large gate. It was snowing. When I got to the gate, the police arrived. If they found out I was with the other prisoners, they'd arrest me and I'd get killed after all. I pretended everything was normal and I was just going home after a day at work. It worked, and I got past them, onto the streets. It was very cold, snowing heavily, and it was very dark and gloomy even though it was midday. I was wearing my old Sergio Tacchini coat, something I used to wear when I went to high school myself (graduated 2008). I briefly thought to myself it's no surprise Scandinavian people got so depressed living there, with all the gloominess. I could hear the soundtrack of the dream in the background, a very fitting tune my subconscious made up on the spot. As I started waking up, I wondered how to proceed from there. I had to get out of Sweden somehow, and head south.

I was left behind on a tiny island (just 30 feet across, maybe) by a villain - Gaff from Blade Runner. The island was in a very (extremely) wide river, relatively close to the southern shore. There was a lot of fog, and a chill in the air. Gaff could fly, and he flew off towards an extremely large (width and height) skyscraper on the opposite shore, basically Wallace HQ from Blade Runner 2049. The building was so tall, I thought to myself that even if I could fly, I'd be too scared of heights to go there. Suddenly I was with another person on the island. Gaff. And he was a friend suddenly, also left behind on that island. And I could fly. He held onto me (on my back) and I had to fly us to the shore. But he was so damn heavy! I don't know if I managed to keep from plunging into the water. I knew one thing: we had to destroy that building.

I was in a large open room, maybe a gym. I could fly, and realized doing circus tricks would indeed be a good way to make money and get famous. I did some tricks for an audience, like backflips and stuff. Some guy suspected I was on an invisible support, or hanging by a thread, so I invited him to come and feel. They remained unconvinced (I could feel a wire suddenly, as if I *really* was hanging from a wire, except I wasn't). I got really furious at the guy (not really, I think I was just acting and wanted to do a good villain speech to terrify the DC's). I cut the scene to the next one, somehow, as this is what would happen in movies (I could be director and character of my dream at the same time). It was night now, and I exited the gym through the back exit. I saw the people who were watching earlier at their cars, ready to leave. They were talking some more. I looked at one of them with some regret for my earlier behavior, then flew away. Higher, higher and then away over the city. It was day all of a sudden, and I didn't notice this transition. I was now aware I was dreaming, but it wasn't a sudden "!!!" moment, but more as if I'd known all along (I did not). I had to dodge some kind of windmill on a rooftop, and I think the blade hit me (I felt it). No injuries, though. I flew along the coastline now, approaching the harbor of what looked like Zeebrugge (Belgium). The waters were fierce and I could see a large cargo ship smashing violently into the waves. I wanted to fly home, to Brasschaat where I live. I realized that was far, but trying to teleport was too hard (dream felt real) and too risky (to avoid waking up). Just a moment later, the image froze and I lost the dream. I knew I could maybe "restart" the dream but that would take too much effort so I opened my eyes.

It's cold and gloomy in Finland, so I decide to teleport somewhere nice and end up on a beach somewhere near Brazil. I see tourists around, it's 5pm here and sun is scorching me. I'm a little worried because I burn easily, but I love the place in front of me. A tropical island, beach with a raised wooden walkway that occasionally touches sand, waterfalls and a jungle. I realize I have another ability. If I get a running start, I can launch myself in any direction and glide down. I jump up the waterfall, dive into a big pool and all that. Gliding around is great too. After a while I teleport back to Finland, to a school that doesn't look familiar. I meet Meri, a pretty girl I used to know. I tell her about my teleporting. Her expression made me feel like she didn't believe me, but she didn't say that. I teleported home too and met my dead cat, Nuka. I petted her for a moment and teleported back to the tropical island.

Date of Dream: SUN 12 MAY - 2013



For those of you interested, this is the first nightmare I ever recorded.



Dream No. 35 – The Block's Secret Murderer

It was flashback from the game of Crash Twinsanity. This dream occurred in the so called “Tenth Dimension”. There was some weird yellow writing saying that I was in “Surfing Cables, Damosel”. It looked to me like I was a dark and dreaded island with heaps of wooden barns and thin black cables running across the island being supported by poles.

I walked into the biggest barn on the island and saw DM from The Block All Stars. Now this was not the same DM and I knew for sure, something was definitely wrong with his personality. He was smiling, but in a crooked and devious way. And something wasn't right about this barn either. It was all dark and there were stocks of weapons laid in wooden shelves attached to the walls of the barn. “I'm a goner” I whispered to myself.

DM picked up a huge knife off the shelf and said “It's called a slaughter house”. This knife was no ordinary knife, it was way bigger than a meat cleaver! He pointed the blade to the roof and sniggered. “Oh no, oh no” I stuttered. I seemed as though I was doomed and the knife was slowly but surely approaching my neck.

Now it was so close that I was screaming and crying at the same time. But at that same moment, someone had gripped my arm and pulled me away. I looked beside me to see that the figure was taller than me. I then looked up at the man and he looked down at me, it was MB.

Geez, if MB had waited another second, I would have been a goner. Now not only did MB pull me away from the knife but he also hugged me. And with DM, MB was not the least bit happy with him. “Oi! DM! Leave the poor kid alone will ya?!” yelled MB. He then followed me out of the barn and that's when I woke up.

I was on a desert tropical island with a bunch of others, mostly kids of varying ages. There was also large hangar with airplanes, strangely. Something had divided our group, and we were preparing for a major fight, "tribal war". I don't even know what it was about, but it was serious. We had everything ranging from improvises clubs to slashing weapons. Even the smallest kids, aged 6 maybe, wanted to take part. I used a pen I found as improvised weapon, but said to the guy next to me that I wished I had my gun. This was in the tense moments before the "battle" in front of the hangar, were both groups (maybe 20 kids each) were lined up in front of each other. I suddenly decided I wanted no part in it. I wanted off the island, and this fight seemed to me a barbaric way of wasting time. In the next scene, we'd sent out two of the aircraft to scout the environment around the island. I "knew" we were near Tenerife. I saw the world from the perspective of the nose of the plane, and noticed the pilot was flying way too low. I could see the bottom of the ocean through the crystal clear water. I think he was looking for more islands instead of civilization. I just wanted him to go higher so I could spot any inhabited islands.

Morning of February 7, 2017. Tuesday.



I become intensely aware and feel cheerful, though I am not lucid, during what seems to be the last stages of someone leaving an area that he had been caught trespassing in late at night. I am not regarded by any of the characters in this situation even though I am fully physically present. The owner of the land remains at the rear of a guard’s large building, giving warnings to the other male who had trespassed. This other male however, is now with a guard at the front of the building. I watch him and the guard through the window from outside (on the left side of the building when looking at the front). Each time that the owner of the property shouts something at the trespassing male, the trespassing male then “interprets” and relays to the guard (on his left and not close enough to the window to hear the owner) what the other male had supposedly said.

The property owner loudly informs the other male that a helicopter will be coming with people to arrest him. He will also be fined a large sum of money; at least a thousand dollars. He gives a number of minor details. This results in the guard being told (by the trespassing male) that a helicopter will be coming to take the trespasser to his home and that someone will bring money to give him (rather than him being fined). Everything the property owner shouts is changed by the other male to become a beneficial event for him. The guard does not realize this at all and writes down the instructions on a notepad. Even though the situation is hilarious, I am only mildly amused.

I turn around to see an amazingly beautiful beach and nighttime scene. I walk towards it, thinking that I might take a helicopter from an island not that far from shore (which I may be able to walk to because of sandbars). I notice an orange beacon in the center of the island. There also appears to be a park shelter or some sort of small utility building on each corner of the island.

Still, once I am on the beach itself, my perception and clarity becomes extreme. The scene is so beautiful and blissful, I become distracted and forget that I had been thinking about getting on a helicopter or going to the small island.

I notice two sandbars just off the beach. I go to the closest one and roll around and slide with the incoming waves in the wonderful cool water and white sand. Two other people, an unknown male and female, are also enjoying themselves. I first think that they may be playing with some sort of sea creature such as a dolphin or octopus, but this is not the case. As I walk past them, I am somewhat annoyed. I would like to enjoy the beach more without strangers around.

I see a large park shelter. There are three pairs of picnic tables, each pair touching end to end and the ends perpendicular to the front opening of the shelter. Two couples sit at opposite sides of the building. I walk in from the right side, having enjoyed being barefoot in the cool water and sand, but I soon notice a lot of crumpled empty packages from vending machine products and other rubbish strewn on the floor. There is a puddle and it looks like someone had even peed near one wall.

I decide not to go fully into the park shelter and absentmindedly say aloud, “this is a real pee place”. The other male in the water looks up and asks me what I said. “It’s a pist-place!” I say.

“You can’t expect people not to take their stuff out to enjoy nature,” says the male (which also seems to mean that he thinks it is okay to throw trash everywhere as well as put various recreational junk on an otherwise isolated pristine beach). As he says this, I notice an equidistant series of small yellow cube-shaped plastic boxes across the front of the park shelter (which I am certain were not there moments earlier), each overflowing with various items. Some of the items are for sports and recreation on the beach.

“I prefer water, sand, and rocks to this junk,” I say. I start to become really annoyed and kick an oversized green Monopoly house (about the size of a football) from the top of the contents of one of the boxes as it flies at the other male, almost hitting his head. I kick a couple of the small storage boxes, also missing him. I then decide to kick him directly in the head with my right foot.

Just as I somehow lift my foot high enough to kick his head, I wake up with my right leg thrashing out like a real kick (while on my left side). (Thankfully, I did not kick anyone or anything in reality.)

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• A beach in a dream is liminal space autosymbolism, a typically heightened stage between sleeping and waking, similar to bridges, parking lots, and porches, all of which represent a liminal link between the dream self and conscious self identity during the dreaming and waking process. I usually become much more aware in liminal space (especially as it links directly to the waking transition and emergent consciousness factor). In this case, I was only one step down from ordinary lucidity and at the highest level of (non-lucid) liminal dream state awareness, with full-body awareness.
• The first situation in my dream is some sort of comedic transmuted “return flight” precursor where another male takes on my dream self’s role. (I never actually see a helicopter and my dream is altered into a sustained increased awareness rather than ending here as it should which is likely why the waking prompt was more extreme than usual.) From here, I deliberately sustain my dream without lucidity and even the personified preconscious element shifts to another scene (not that common). Water and its dynamics symbolizes sleep in real time, which is how I am able to additionally sustain my dream by focusing on the beauty of the beach and ocean (known as reinduction). The fact it is nighttime is a circadian rhythms factor of the deeper unconscious (which delays the emergent consciousness factor).
• A waking prompt is a biological necessity, typically brought on by the dream self or something else falling, flying, collapsing, rising, and so on. In this case, my hypnic jerk actually seemed changed into a semi-conscious act, as if I knew I had to do this to fully wake (and as usual, the personified preconscious was the focus of instigation).

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I'm somewhere close to a beautiful island. I'm watching 2 girls make their way to it on 1 watercycle. They've got an interesting tactic: they are peddling in opposite directions. Somehow it works to keep them going straight. They make it to the island. I'm there myself now as well. There are quite some people here, including my little brother. Despite us supposedly being on the island, we're still in the water. It reaches up to my chest. If I walk away even just 2 metres it immediately becomes a bit deeper. I'm concerned for my little brother, who is a bit shorter than I am. I make my way to him with two floatables. I don't tell him that I'm worried, so as to not damage his ego/trust/whatever. We both hang onto a floatable for a bit and eventually I let go.

There's some guys playing football very close. They're only using one goal, which is a bit small and taking turns at taking penalties it seems, from up close. They're not lining up logically, with people awaiting their turns in and around the goal. Eventually there are two guys my age who are not even playing, but who are frustrated by the inefficiency of it. They decide to intervene. At first they shout for the guys to line up for the penalties and when no one listens, they decide to come up close and give further instructions. I move along.

Somewhere on the island I meet a blind woman. We talk for a little bit. I run into her twice and once into another blind woman. I continue walking. It seems I've reached the limit of how far I can walk here. I see some kind of clinic and decide to go in. It's the only building I've encountered on this island. I walk to the end of the clinic and decide that they have nothing for me and walk back out again. On the way out I see one of the nurses in the hallway. She has a pretty face. She walks out in front of me.

Non-lucid – Notes – lucid – Interpretation

“Imprinting a tiger”

In the dusk I find myself walking into a garden. Et is elongated and narrow and towards the end there is a house. I look to my right into the hedge. At the grass I see a female duck and below her chest a small duckling that soon meets my eye. As we lock our eyes together the duckling starts a trip out into the uncut grass towards where I am now sat down. Behind it follows it’s mother, trying to establish contact with little luck as it seems the duckling has already imprinted me as its mother.

I feel both excited and ashamed. I feel guilty for robbing the duck of the chance to bond with its off spring, but also excited and joyful of my own bonding with the creature. I look down at its little beak and let it push its body against my knees and one of my hands. Then I look up at its mother and try and stroke its chest. It lets me, but with an air of calculative anticipation and scepticism, which makes me apprehensive, if persistent.

I then look down again at the duckling. I don’t recognise the absurdity that the creature has now transformed into a miniature Tiger of maybe 10-12 cm in length and is crawling about on my right thigh. When I look up at the mother duck again to explain that I am deeply sorry that I have stolen her chance to bond with her infant.

When I look up mother duck is now wearing glasses and a pearl necklace, and quite frankly it would be impossible to describe if she looks more like a duck than a human. She explains “That is OK I had a clutch 3 months ago.” and frankly she sounds relieved.

“Travelling in trains with Liv”

Fragment:

I am standing on a lengthy and wide platform on a train station. It is morning and the lighting foretells of a sunny day, which has yet to breach the foggy clouds above and around. It seems like late spring or summer. I am standing with Liv and we are going somewhere. The conversation we are having is about finding the right train.

There is more to the dream, though I recall nothing but this fragment.

“Getting to the shore, 4 metal objects in the water”

Fragment:

I am on the water. The sun is bright and the ocean water which I am on is very bright and lightly blue. Up ahead I see a beach, a wide and almost white sandy beach. I think my Dad is there with me and he asks:

“Do you remember us being here?”

I look up towards the right and in the distance gaze upon a little island around 50-100 metres from the shore. As the foliage behind the beach the island is covered in lustrous trees and other greenery. I remember this place, I have indeed been here before.

(In writing this I recall a dream of way back, perhaps detailed somewhere within this journal. I am in Holstebro, where we throw our family reunions, and as I walk down the forest pathway that in waking life take you to the river in the dream it takes me to a cove. From this cove I rush across the open water to an Island, which is the one I see in this dream.)

I jump out in to the water and submerge myself. Light penetrates the surface and everything looks very bright, if blurry beneath. I loose four metal objects I have in my pocket and for a moment worry if I still have my phone in my pocket. I check that it is empty and then sweep the sand below and pull up the objects, where one of them is a key. Then I head for the beach.

End of dream/recall

A fun little dream about resolving the conflicts of an island of bees. Also, couldn't be on recently due to family stuff.
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It starts off with me and a group of friends sailing, when we see an island with orange pillars. We decide to check it out, and land at the shore. When we were closer, it was obvious that the pillars were giant honeycombs, arranged in the shape of a maze. Just off the shore, there are giant rocks.

A bee flies by, before noticing me.

"Intruders!" It shouted.

A cloud of bees formed. Instead of sailing away like smart people, we ran through the honeycombs. We paid no mind to the walls, running through them, breaking them. After running for a while, we fell off a sudden cliff. The bees were no longer pursuing us, and no one had been injured.

Night fell. We lit a campfire and chatted for a while. The scene shifts. A blue bee appears in front of me. It began to speak.

"Hello, would you mind helping us defeat our enemies?"

The scene shifts. We're back at the shore, but the honeycombs are turning blue. We had succeeded in helping the blue bees defeat the normal bees. We leave the island, bidding farewell to the blue bees.

I wake up.