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Morning of August 8, 2018. Wednesday.

Reading time: 47 sec. Readability score: 80.



In my dream, there is a backstory related to a new 3D printer we have, which is presently being used to make some Hot Wheels tracks and other toys for our youngest son. My dream’s setting is a slight variation of our current home.

It seems to work well at first. The track emerges like paper from a printer does. A length of a race track is on the bed, as long as the bed (oriented from foot to head), with the 3D printer near the foot of our bed.

Soon, I notice the bottom of the track is messily melting into the blanket and bed sheet. It is like glue. It is also stuck on clothes and other items. I become very annoyed and start to remove it, thinking that the material is too fresh and has not cooled enough yet. Perhaps it is all defective.

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As a boy, I had both a lot of Hot Wheels track as well as Matchbox track with accessories for both. They had a slightly different design and color (yellow in contrast to orange), but I still jammed them all together sometimes for a setup in the large Cubitis living room.

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#495 - DILD - 6:16AM

I'm keeping this brief. Again forgive typos.

There is a longer part of the dream that might be a bit too personal to share but at some point I step outside and suddenly become lucid for no apparent reason.

I am in a yard and it's a nice day. I try to think of goals and got it a bit wrong. I ask the dream what energy is and suddenly a strong wind starts up. I face the wind and look down a street that ends in a huge tree. I can't keep my eyes open very well because the wind is so strong so I turn around and lean back into is. I float up and fly like I am a kite. I see a huge tornado in a dersert sucking up sand in the distance. It a really cool sight, but I look at it with mild interest. Then I turn around and face the wind. Still messes with my eyes but I endure it and fly around a bit.

I get tired of that and find a place on the ground with a building to block the wind. Then I remember my actual goal. A long time ago I mostly failed at trying to create fire with my hands. I was caught up in the eye candy of it all and it didn't work well. This time I decided to make it more about invisible energy and the after effect. I see a trash can full of various items and spent a lot of time generating heat from my hands and melting things like empty egg cartons and soap bottles. Then I turn and put my hands on the wall of the build and make to two melted hand prints on the wall. Some it the melting looked really cool and some of the melting didn't last very long. Still it was cool experiment. Something I can work on later. I soon wake up after this.

Morning of February 13, 2015. Friday.



My family and I as we are now are living in an unfamiliar house in my dream (which seems to be a unique composite integrating features of our present home on W Street with Cubitis) in one of my lifelong recurring “strange bugs” dreams (but always unique with regard to appearance, this one being more unusual in nature).

Firstly, some sort of weird large black ant gets into our house from near the top of the wall, but it is not at all like a real ant. Instead of having three body sections (head, thorax, and abdomen), it has at least nine or more - being vaguely reminiscent of a centipede. Even though it has no visible wings, it is somehow able to fly and hover (vaguely reminiscent of the motions of a hummingbird). When I look back towards the wall from across the room, it is hovering near the wall with a long black proboscis that is at least twice as long as its body. It seems to be “feeding” from the wall (at human shoulder height) somehow. It seems very strange to me but I am not sure if it is dangerous.

Later, in a different room (that seems a little like our present kitchen on W Street yet also seems to have the feeling of the living room in Cubitis with respect to the layout concerning the room I come out of), I talk to my wife Zsuzsanna about unusual insects getting into our house.

I notice a large silver moth lying on the floor, apparently dead (though not crushed or noticeably injured). Its wings are very shiny - almost as much as aluminum foil. I notice a small line of black oil near it, extending out from its head, which is apparently the remains of its very long but seemingly “melted” proboscis. I am absentmindedly associating it with the weird ant as if I think it might be the same insect somehow (even though it looks nothing like it) or at least is somehow connected. At this point my dream slowly fades.

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Here, the waking transition is clearly “moon dissolution” (and is related to circadian rhythms in a similar manner as typical sunrise metaphors) which does not seem as common in dreams as I would expect. The moth is silver (a downsized moon as well as the association with “moth” and “month”) and it is melting and is also a “failed flight” element (which is very common in my dreams and simply represents the waking process.) The black oil could easily represent the “melting” (or fading) nighttime (again, relevant to circadian rhythms) although black is associated with the state just prior to waking (or just prior to dreaming).

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31.08.2014

Meddling with the space-time continuum. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was some sort of rapture about to happen or some major catastrophe. I was in the beach and it seemed that everybody was going to die. There was a house that had an underground loft and a lot of people party, mainly young people. The place had a small theather and round tables with candles, as well as a discotheque and some drinks and some food.

It seemed that somehow these people had to die in order to save the Earth or something like that, a policeman entered this place and he started to shot at everybody. It seems that people did not care of dying, like they were not even afraid from it, as they were still partying, making out. I somehow felt compassionate for them, like there was no reason they could die. So I decided to do try to tweak time and make a change and see what the outcome was going to happen. There was some sort of shaman or spirit from one of the dead people who told me that it was very kind of me, but if I did change things that way, I could heavily alter the space time continuum and life would not be as well know it. That got me a little nervous, but I decided to just give it a try and see what happened.

I somehow was back in the beginning of the dream and the place was pretty much the same, even though there were a few more buildings around and it appeared more futuristic. Anyhow, I still saw the same place with the young people inside. As I saw the cop approaching the place, I tried to stop him, I told him to not go ahead and kill them. The cop told me that I had no idea what I was doing and I was going to create a cataclysm. I told him I did not care (as we were almost getting inside to this place) and told him to please stop it.

Somehow, the policeman started to vanish and he told me I doomed everybody. As I was around this loft and people appeared to be so grateful that I saved them. Suddenly, I felt like an earthquake and then the colors of the dream started to change, there were like waves of energy that I could see everywhere, made out of several different colors.I also felt very dizzy and like if the very Universe was collapsing... reality appeared not real anymore...







I felt I really broke a breach in the time-space continuum. As I tried to go outside while the very world was melting down, I felt that outside it was apparently normal, even though, there were no other people outside until I saw some cops riding quads. They were holding rocket launchers, but instead of rockets, they would launch balloons filled up with water. People was extremely terrified of them, like they feared the balloons from some reason. I figured this non-sense was due changing the outcome of the cop event. I decided to climb to the top of a mountain that was right there, as it seemed that the cops were protecting it for some reason. As I tried to approach, a lot of them came up, and pointed at me saying, "We warn you, we got balloons." I was like, "Whaaaaaaaatever..." and then they menaced me stating they would fill up the balloons with Helium instead, I guess I was supposed to freak out, but I was glad... a Helium filled balloon was much better than water. They fired balloons at me and of course, I did not even feeling and got to the top of the mountain, as I did, all of them fled.

I decided to go back to the loft and there was another cop who could travel in time. This cop told me that someone was grateful I helped and he gave me a few names of people he wanted me to help. He also asked me if I could change the outcome again, preventing the cop to enter the place but only killing one dude with his gun that was also messing up with time. I was not sure if that would be a good idea, I felt tired, He handed me $450 and I accepted. Then I woke up.

For some reason, I felt I could write a book about this with much more detail, and the several outcomes that it could cause changing the time this way. I was very convinced when I woke up after this dream lol, weird stuff.

Dream: January 23, 2012

This was another one of my nine-day dreams. Happened the night after a massive US tornado outbreak.

It began to rain, although it was winter. The snowbanks on the ground all melted away, bit by bit, as it was far above freezing in this mid-winter thaw. Thought that some of the snow would stay, but it didn't.

In the morning, it actually did rain, and was above freezing. However, not all of the snow melted.

I woke up sometime around 2 AM and did a WILD. It was successful, here is my dream:

I opened my dream eyes and looked around. I was in a grocery store and everything looked blurry. I rubbed my hands together and stabilized the dream. I tried a piece of fruit, that looked liked a green orange. It tasted sweet and really sour.

I wanted to get to the Dream Academy so I found a random door and when I opened it I expected ocean water to start flooding the store. I swam through the door and looked around for the academy.

I saw something shiny and realized it was the diamond door. I opened it and saw Joslyn standing there, waiting for me.

"Welcome back" she said in her musical voice.

"Thank you...where should I go?"

"I recommend you take the Striffing class. Just go in the castle take the first 2 lefts. Tap on the wall 3 times and get in the elevator."

I had no idea what striffing was but I followed her instructions. I tapped on the wall 3 times and an elevator appeared. I hopped in and looked at the buttons. They were numbered 1-9213. I pressed 2 and the elevator shot up instantly.

It opened with a bing! and I stepped into a HUGE orange classroom. It didn't have any desks or whiteboards and it looked like it was made with wood. There was a group of students gathered around a tall, skinny man with a long goatee.

He came over to me and touched my arm. Suddenly I could see how to striff. It was melting into the ground or a wall and sliding inside of the wall until your reach your destination.

I jumped into the floor melting as I hit it. Everything was a grayish color and I could feel my goo-ish self shooting forward. I popped back into shape and I was standing in another room, but this room had plants all over it.

I remember seeing red roses, mini trees, and other colorful plants. The room was so bright and cheerful. I walked around it looking for someone to talk to. I smelled a flower and then I heard the toilet flush in the hotel room next to mine. I woke up.

Morning of May 27, 2007. Sunday.

This was a very weird and vivid (but not what you would call lucid) dream about primarily my right hand being continuously injured and each finger almost coming off at different times during the dream.

My fingers (all four, but not including my thumb, which remains okay in the dream) somehow get cut by paper I am reading from, I believe - to where it causes all of their flesh to detach from the rest of my hand near the middle of the joints.

(I need to point out that the bone is never damaged or detached, just the fleshy areas, although it does seem at times like the entire finger may come off, but that does not actually happen.)

The sensations are extremely vivid and realistic in every sense of the word. There is not as much blood as one would expect and a couple times, I think of wrapping bandages around them. I even try to manually push the severed flesh back around the finger bone and it actually works for the most part.

It is very weird as the dream draws to a close; somehow my fingers (their flesh) perfectly reunite with the flesh they had somehow torn from, almost like a strong magnetic pull that “melts” the flesh back together and at the same time, having a sort of flowing effect (hard to explain), almost like pouring a glass of water into another but more of a sort of jelly-like rejoining.

Just prior to fully waking, my hand is perfectly whole again (better than ever) although it is very cold (and slowly coming back to life) and with a chalky powder around the fingers where the worst damage was. Of course, no scars will result, since the flesh flawlessly “melted” back together again.