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28 May
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A 111-Year-Old Relative I Never Had

Morning of May 28, 2018. Monday. I am in a setting that seems partly modeled after the Cubitis living room (last seen in real life in 1978). There is a computer set up in the southwest corner. It seems to be late morning. I am looking at pages in a newspaper. There is a short article (on the upper right of a page) of about three paragraphs written by someone with my surname. Their first name is Aueda (which is unfamiliar, though which is actually a distortion of my last name, with an extra “A” and no “L”, though my dream self does not realize this). I notice the name Tecumseh written a few times throughout the article. The person lives in New York. I tell Zsuzsanna that I am surprised Aueda is still alive, though this is by way of false memory, as I have no relative by this name as far as I know. In fact, I am uncertain of whether the person is male or female. Zsuzsanna seems to know it is a female even though she had not known of her previously. “I did not know they were still alive,” I say, followed by, “They were born in the 1800s”. (This turns out to actually be 1907, but only assuming my dream self is aware it is 2018, though that is unlikely, as my non-lucid dream self typically has no idea what year it is or any viable temporality.) I use the computer for an Internet search. It turns out there is a very large and detailed photograph of her at her rural home in New York. I read that she is 111 years old. In the photograph, presumably recent, she is standing and facing the foreground. I report her age several times to a few different people who show up. I am amazed by her age. The photograph seems like it might be of Grace McDaniels (the “Mule-Faced Woman”), though my dream self does not consider this. Additionally, the surreal nature of her face is far more extreme than Grace’s. She appears to have a large pointed chin covered with small bumps as well as an additional section below her mouth of a different rough texture. She also seems to have large elk antlers growing from her head. (This was likely influenced by a strange movie called “Marker” that Zsuzsanna and I saw the other night, though also seems influenced by the character of Hela from “Thor: Ragnarok”, which we also saw recently, though again, the horns were like elk antlers.) I look to the left and see a man, who I first think is her husband, lying on a couch inside their house. (This is illogical, as the main image of Aueda was taken outside, but the photograph implies the walls closest the camera are not present in the image, but are in “reality”.) Looking around, I see more detail, including a barn and a woodpile to the right. An unknown male is suddenly standing behind me on my left asking me if he can use my computer to look up a different name, which is Helen Crowley. I do not feel comfortable with him using my computer, as the keyboard is difficult to use. (It is smaller than a real one, but my dream self does not consider this.) I consider that some of the keys can easily fall out or get jammed. I try to tell him about the difficulty of use (though I also tell him how I am familiar with how it us used as such) and that I do not want him using it, but he gets annoyed and walks away for a short time. Finally, I let him use it, though after typing in the name myself, while I get up and walk away from the area. (Helen is Zsuzsanna’s mother’s name as on at least one official document, though she uses Helene but pronounces it as Helena. Additionally, Crowley was a “King of Hell” character from “Supernatural”, so my dream is illogically mixing a lot of random details together, which is what dreams often do.) Before I get up, I notice all the people in the photograph are now walking toward a storm cellar while looking back at the viewer now and then (Aueda being the last one in the line). The image is now actually moving like a film. Looking at the floor a little later, I see otherwise clear water with pink areas, much of it flowing out from under a table, and I wonder if someone had been ill, possibly bleeding, or had just spilled something. Marilyn (older deceased half-sister on my mother’s side) is present, though seems as she was in the 1960s. She says she had contacted someone about fixing the leak. She is standing against a table with her arms folded, firstly facing me, though I walk about looking at the pink water. As I look at her in profile as she faces left, I notice how her body and posture is impossibly distorted but I do not catch on that I am dreaming. I go into other rooms (which are unfamiliar). I see and clearly hear water flowing everywhere, most of it clear and no longer with pink areas. I see a large laundry basket full of clothes somehow filling up with water nearly to the top (which is impossible as it would just flow out through the large square holes in reality). I also see that the otherwise shallow flooding is going into a room where I supposedly have a number of my books and journals. I walk back where Marilyn is and loudly say, “Everything I have is being destroyed. Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?” Soon however, I realize I am dreaming and that I was liminally trying to return to deeper sleep (as water is my most common autosymbolism of dream state induction and reinduction, partly based, biologically, on the first months of life spent in the waters of the womb - in fact, I had been reading a comic book yesterday where a woman is pregnant and her waters break). I feel relief in waking up (though in reality, we did have a flood and rain inside the house when the roof was torn off last November and a lot of books were ruined, though not any of our journals).

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27 May
0

old lover

I had a dream about him coming back to my town and needing a place to crash so he stayed at my house and we ended up having sex. It flash forward to weeks later of me taking a test. ***I am watching this dream in third person*** . I was pregnant with his kid. I told my mom and then she told her best friend who is also, HIS mom. (which is true irl). He didn’t want to be in the baby’s life but I didn’t care I wanted the kid. Flash forward to the gender reveal party and the scene focused on the balloon popping but once it popped it went black and white so I couldn’t see the color. I woke up.

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27 May
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Boyfriend? Marriage? Stardom?

I dreamed about NCT (a K-pop boy band with a lot of members) getting married. I hopped on one of the guys’ backs because I was friends with them and joked around that he was my boyfriend. He smiled and yelled out that I’m his girlfriend. Surprisingly, only a handful of them were getting married so one of them really was my boyfriend. -next dream- I was a celebrity in the making and I had to impress one person in order for me to actually get a project whether it was acting or singing. The person I had to impress was my acting coach irl who had connections to TV people and the companies that make TV shows and stuff. So I did a number of things, some girls looked at me and rolled their eyes to say “Ew? That’s going to be on TV? I can do better than her”. Surprisingly, I was still with my “boyfriend” but he wasn’t interacting much. Lastly, there was a tribe(?) that were really kind to me and gave me clothes with “2014” on it. What could these dreams mean?

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27 May
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Saving some Sand

I am walking along a bright white sandy cove. I get to the end of the sandy part where there is a rocky point. I see a shallow rock pond. I see some crystals there. I touch an amethyst . I leave them alone. I feel that perhaps someone has put them there and I do not want to disturb them. I keep looking around. I love the piles of white sand. I decide that I would like to take some away with me. I have no pockets or bag so I take my socks off. I scoop up some sand There is a fine crust on top. I gently crush and pour the fine white sand into my socks.

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27 May
0

I had to die but failed twice

i was sitting on a stage in my school with four other people, i don't remember who but i know them. We had planted a bomb for us and we had to die, it exploded but we didn't die, or i didn't die and everything was disturbed, so i went somewhere else it was like a city, it was all white, i planted another bomb, but i didn't die again and nothing was disturbed but i ended up waking up in a hospital bed completely unharmed.. what does this mean?

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27 May
0

The Pet Gods

Morning of September 4, 2007. Tuesday. This is somewhat of a movie-like dream (or becomes as such by the ending), but it still brought about deep emotions and amazing lingering physical sensations all through my body. In earlier parts, I actually seem to be “in” my “movie dream”, but later on, I am or become part of a large audience watching it on a screen in a movie theater (where I seem to be facing north). My dream seemed fairly long, but the plot is fairly simple and is seemingly implied to be about a hundred years or more in the future. A boy (who may be my younger self, although he reminds me a little of Tiko from the original “Tiko and the Shark”) of about ten years old, has a pet god. The pet god is like a very large tapir that has a silvery glow. It protects a village that the boy lives in and brings them good health and prosperity. Its skin actually looks like silvery water ripples at times. At one point, however, even though it is a god, it has become somewhat weak from all the power it has given to people and so it is now time for a new god. The tapir is taken out to sea to willingly die for the benefit of the village as well as for people of other villages who do not even know of its existence. There is also an idea that its sacrifice will benefit the ocean, or help eliminate a certain amount of pollution (particularly oil spills left over from the “old ways”). It is taken out in a very large boat and it throws itself into the ocean at the end of a long, special tribal ceremony. There is a sort of sad mood for a little while, but a feeling of peace and finality follows. Near the end of my dream, the “new god” arrives and I see the boy’s face light up with a reflection of brilliant blue light. The new god is actually not shown in the movie, as it will supposedly have too powerful of an effect on people seeing it, perhaps even making everyone immortal just by seeing a full (even brief) image on the theater’s movie screen. All I can mostly see are tendrils of blue light moving out from underneath the black square put in as censorship for the general public. However, I know what it looks like, as I have seen it in many other dreams, mostly since 1991. It is like a giant blue translucent and scintillating “sea urchin” of mostly blue light, but also folds in on itself like translucent curtains moving over and around each other, sometimes producing geometric shapes such as layered diamonds and trapezoids of different sizes. I awake with amazing feelings of peace and that intense and familiar blissful muscular “twitching” around my navel area. Sometimes it seems like an “external power” feeding me through the navel as happens in the womb, but more of a spiritual essence. The sea-urchin-like “blue flame” in this particular dream seems to have the purpose to feed a large number of people spiritually. In fact, it seems that is how it is in reality and that future generations of mankind will turn to this concept as a world-wide religion, and in a hundred years or so, it will be the only religion of many societies, as the god will be literally seen and directly known by people. The supposed “future” in this movie-dream seems to be after some sort of world-wide separatist “war”, though I am not sure if it is an actual all-out literal war, but perhaps just a gradual change of human beliefs, with both new and traditional tribal societies taking over from the total destruction and “decay” of industrialized societies, which no longer exist on the planet for the most part.

Claude dreams Claude

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27 May
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From a Boat Trip to an Unsolved Kidnapping

Morning of May 27, 2018. Sunday. Typical RAS modulation autosymbolism was going strong in this non-lucid dream but still did not activate the waking process, so I slept a couple hours longer than I usually do (even though Zsuzsanna and our children were up and in the lounge room with the television on at one point). If I cannot rely on RAS to wake me at a certain time with unique dream content (which is what a dream’s autosymbolism is inherently for) at the top of an ultradian rhythm, then I consider that very unusual. In the first part of my dream, the setting is a unique new variation of the King Street mansion, the second-floor apartment in the middle of the east side of the house. My non-lucid dream self does not care that it is an impossible setting. I happily sit around on the floor for awhile listening to bizarre fictitious music (on a record player yet) where the lyrics make no sense at all. The “music” seems to have rock elements, but the male vocals are mostly randomly spoken phrases. I hear the audience cheering, so it must be a live recording. At one point, he chants slowly but loudly and clearly, “Yellow bathroom”. (This is a biological hint to my dream self, but I do not feel the need to use the bathroom in my dream.) I notice my curtains are open, and I see an unfamiliar male lying on his left side on a ledge, in his underwear, enjoying the wind and smiling. It seems to be late morning. Apparently, he is enjoying the music I am playing. (Of course, this is a liminal projection of how my real physical body is as I sleep.) I am annoyed that neighbors can see in, so I attempt to close the curtain. (In reality, this scene could not be possible either, as the windows had only a view of the front of the house across the street, so there was no side of a house right near the King Street house, though what does my non-lucid dream self care, from a lack of any viable connection with either the unconscious mind or my conscious self.) I hear an unfamiliar girl’s voice yelling about my music, and their music is turned on more loudly, even though the male was enjoying my music. (I did not think my music was loud at all.) A different male argues with her and there is yelling for a short time. I go into a different room and I am now in the lounge room of the Stadcor Street house (which only has the first floor) with Zsuzsanna. Now, the events are shifted to the first floor in the house next door as well (and as usual my dream self does not notice the impossible change). I mention something to Zsuzsanna about the music and an unfamiliar male, who can see into our house through our window from his window, loudly says, “You think you can beat me?” I reply by yelling, “Why don’t you leave us alone?” I then yell at no one in particular, “I’m tired of crazy people always living next door to us!” I go out to the front yard and bash several unfamiliar males on the head with my Olympic barbel (no weights) and swing it around like a baseball bat until no one else is standing or moving. My dream shifts into reinduction rather than the waking process during the RAS modulation event and I now find myself riding in a skiff tied to the back of a small motor yacht. Curiously, I do not recognize this scene for what it is and no lucidity is triggered, only an elevated vividness. I am now a female (of about twenty-five), though not a female I have any conscious knowledge of. A man tells me to tie an additional length of rope from my boat to the back of his motor yacht (as the previous one had apparently came off and I am now drifting over the ocean). I somehow do this even though the distance would not logically allow it. I throw the rope and pull it lightly, but a large knot seems to make itself with no effort on my part (to my left; reinduction orientation and stabilizing). “That’s a good knot,” says the unfamiliar captain from the other boat. A few other unfamiliar people look on. After a time, I am “myself” (though only about twenty-five) and another (unfamiliar) male is sitting to my right. We are still on a skiff on the ocean, but there is no other boat now. We go through an ambiguous area where it seems I am inside a house for a short distance even though we are also on the ocean. I notice many large sharks swimming below us. The water is unrealistically clear. I am wondering if there is any danger, though I do not feel concerned. The other male denies there is any danger and tells me how sharks only eat things that are at its own level in the water. I do not feel any fear, more like cheerfulness (almost comedic) even though there seem to be hundreds of sharks below us. Soon, the scene shifts and I am walking with the same male and an unfamiliar female. We are in an unfamiliar town near mostly commercial buildings. After we walk a short distance, the male vanishes. We look back to see someone running in the distance. Suddenly, I am aware that we will be blamed for the kidnapping of the male that vanished. We are carrying small plastic bags. We stop to look inside them. The girl’s bag has the ID of the male that vanished. I know that the police will be here soon and that we are being framed by an unknown person. I take the ID and throw it behind a soda vending machine thinking it will not be found and that I am being careful and intelligent in my action. The police arrive and I am still holding one of the small plastic bags. The scene somehow shifts to where I am in a police station (though of more of a restaurant appearance). The police officer is looking at the supposedly kidnapped man’s credit card (made of cardboard), a large sparse clump of hair, and some other items. The officers do not seem to think I had anything to do with anything, but I still tell them we were framed. (The girl is soon no longer present.) “Can you take fingerprints from plastic bags?” I ask. I say, “I know my fingerprints are on them, but they will probably also have the fingerprints of the kidnapper.” “Can you take fingerprints from hair,” I ask. “Can you take prints from paper?” A police officer at a counter looks at me as if he is wondering why I am still here. Two other officers look at me annoyingly as well. They are not interested in me at all. I decide to finally leave my dream (in a liminal state, as I am not viably lucid until the last moments) and finally wake as I step through the door. (This last part is quite odd. I am liminally trying to force RAS modulation by way of my conscious self, but nothing happens, probably because the process is often transpersonal in origin in its natural form. On one level, something similar occurred recently, where I learned I was not in trouble for “killing” an unknown male, though my dream self had the opposite focus as to this one and I did not seem to be as fully modulating it myself.)

Claude dreams Claude

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27 May
0

Running

I use to have these dreams when I was a child where I'll be running but not moving

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26 May
1

Spying gone wrong

I'm trying to break into a vault. The first stage is keying in a password into a laptop. I spray something to capture past keystrokes, but it fails. I walk quickly out of sight. .

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26 May
1

Reading football magazines in class

I discover Daren is reading Match in class while I'm teaching. It belongs to Zee Gheng. I tear it in half and slap Daren till they cry.

Aaron Wong dreams Aaron Wong

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26 May
1

Confident

I’m watching myself posing. With a white background, wearing a blue blazer.

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26 May
0

ruby ring and pumpkin vine

This dream happened right after the previous one. A boy and I were walking down the streets and crossing a road with traffic. I saw there are shiny things in the road but covered with mud and wanted to pick it up. They were all rings with giant gem stones on them. However hey were in the middle of the road. There was an area where there were a lot of them but farther from traffic. I thought the best ones should be harder to get, so went to dig two rings from a pace closer to traffic. It was hazardous, but not deadly dangerous. When I was digging a car came close and the boy ran off without asking me to come with him or caring about my safety, neither did he have the courage to face the coming car. Eventually the car didn't come straight at me, it turned some distance before hitting me. I was glad I digged out two rings, one diamond, one ruby, but the boy's actions made me feel very sad. I shouldn't blame him for trying to protect himself, but at the same time I realized he cared less for me than himself, and had less courage and wit to face coming challenges than me, our relationship wasn't equal and can't last long. (P.S. I should note that for a very long time I have had dreams of cars randomly coming to hit me. Non of them were able to hurt me because somehow I was very powerful and could crush the cars with my bare hands. but dealing with so many cars trying to hit me was frustrating and I felt emotionally hurt by this random harm coming at me for no reason.) But what hurt me even more was that I knew the fact that I had feelings for him and i couldn't just lie to myself. I wanted him to be safe, but because of our difference I might just be a burden and bring danger to him while we're together. I held his hand and gave him the ruby ring, I said things like"stay the way you are and you are beautiful, you deserve to have this ring, but i must be leaving, its not your fault, you should stay happy and safe as always" and I gave him the ring and left. I remember seeing his confused expression when I said i was leaving, he didn't want me to leave, and realized it was because something he did. He was sad at one point, but I had to go and not look back. I walked forward and grew stronger each day . My ring and his were a pair, and at some point mine turned red as well. I realize thats a signal that he misses me. I was a fighter, but the farther I went the more I questioned my motivations, as ai saw behind a fence families were planting plants and they looked so happy with each other's companionship. I was all alone. Sure I was brave and invincible, but what was I fighting for? I saw families harvest crystal quartz from their farm and realized the real treasure isn't digged up, but created. My heart softened and I became more feminine. I passed by a vine plant with really big leaves in a large clay pot(it was probably a pumpkin). The boy, after all these years looks exactly the same and sat aside watering the plant. He saw me and smiled and left immediately,, leaving the plant for me to take care of. I tried to learn how to take care of the plant by a nice old lady neighbor and She taught me how to correctly water the plant. I took good care of it despite i wasn't confident in doing such things at all. I saw the boy grow up into a man and often walked pass my block now and then, but he was busy and wouldn't care to say hi to me or stop by. Sometimes I think he has forgotton about me. i understand though, what its like to be a fighter, so I didn't bother him in any way. The neighbor's son was upset about the fact that I had been taking care of his plant and he wouldn't even care to stop by. I still had feelings for him, and I understood him. The neighbor's son didn't go to work and stated at home helping out, he complained that he would take better care of me than him and that the other guy just doesn't care about me. I know maybe he doesn't, but it doesn't matter, i still love him, and I'm doing ok alone. one day the grown-up boy passes by and for some reasons cares to say hi to me. The old lady takes the plant that has grown much bigger and shows it to him, he looked impressed. Then all of a sudden she claimed, "she will marry you". i was shocked myself and confused. her son was confused too and asked if she meant him, or the grown-up boy. She made herself clear once again, it was the grown up boy, Her son was very angry and felt I was too good for him, but I understand our matters can't be concluded in a few words. The grown-up boy now wearing a white shirt looked at me, i was in a red dress. He looked like he suddenly remembered something and proposed to me.....with the very ring that i had gave him so many years ago. So far about this boy from elementary school i have had at least five dreams of marrying him or engaging myself to him. Despite the fact that i've never been in a relationship, i wonder what this repetitiveness means.

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26 May
0

Giant polar bear

So I remember me and my grandma going down the road in her white cobalt when I see a giant polar getting ready to take a bite out of the earth. Meanwhile, there are phones laying on the road. We go get them but they have 12 digit passcodes and they were our old phones so we didn’t remember. Then I woke up. When I woke up, my mom said I was yelling in my dream which I thought was hilarious.

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25 May
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10 Dreams with Vestibular System Correlation Set 1

Afternoon of May 24, 2018. Thursday. Vestibular system correlation is the most common cause of the autosymbolism of the dream state. Vestibular system correlation is the result of the illusory dream self lacking the discernment of the physical body during the first stages of consciousness reinitiation by way of RAS (reticular activating system) mediation and modulation. This is a biological correlation, yet also inclusive of liminal anticipation of the waking process. In this series, I will be including my original date codes rather than dream titles, as each event described and explained in this series is only part of a particular dream’s autosymbolic process. The date code is year (four digits), month (two digits), day (two digits), and the hour of the sleep cycle in which the dream occurred (two digits). This is the only viable way to order dreams, which I first used at the beginning of fifth grade. The order here will be entirely random as I look back and choose particular dreams. As I have tens of thousands of dreams and their causes and meanings not yet posted anywhere online, I am considering new methods of dream journal entries, such as sets of 25 to 50 dream events in a singular entry with summaries that are more concise, with their causes and meanings. 1) (1966122301). This was a series of dream sequences based on resets by way of liminal dream control (though of which partial lucidity was present at times, though lucidity and dream control are unrelated despite popular misconceptions). The most vivid event resulted in being saved from a fall from the Rose Street apartment’s roof by a “Shadow Cat” (from “Gay Purr-ee”, a 1962 American animated film musical). Based on the foundation of liminal anticipation of hypnic jerks (which I call “hypnopompic kicks” when they occur at the end of a dream), the scenario developed out of the unexpected disappearance (in my dream only) of the external staircase at the back of the building while seeking to use it to enhance my dream. (Since I was a toddler, I knew that staircases were autosymbolic of the dreaming and waking process, so I typically used them to vivify and sustain a dream.) Why I chose the “shadow” (in the form of a bizarre anthropomorphic cat silhouette, though in my dream seemed more like a helpful human adult, probably modeled after my father in this case) from an animated movie I had seen only hours previously is interesting. Most people see the “shadow” as eerie or even malevolent, yet the form comes from the preconscious, not the unconscious as so many erroneously believe. I have only ever seen the “shadow” as either a loving entity or a thread of my conscious self identity being rendered within the dream state for my illusory dream self to acknowledge and find validity and stability in (as the dream self lacks a real physical body, which vestibular system correlation is all about). (There is also a hidden factor regarding cats, in that they supposedly “always land on their feet”.) 2) (1964070506). At age three, floating, flying, and falling dreams were at their peak. In this recurring series, I sometimes chose Woody Woodpecker to be the factor of falling out of the dream state, depicted as driving my brother-in-law’s car with Knothead and Splinter as front seat passengers. The event was Woody Woodpecker driving off a steep embankment with a sustained scene of them in the car (as viewed by hovering in front of the scene) rolling down the hill, screaming, and waving their arms with their eyes bulging. This was loosely modeled after real-life experiences, one influenced by a road in Florida that was so wavy in shorter distances it was like going up and down on a rollercoaster, another influence from riding in a car up to Grandad Bluff, and another from the steep ride to Chipmunk Coulee, where we lived. Ultimately, from what others have written about dreams, these were not even technically nightmares. Fear was minimal and it was more like watching a curious impersonal scene. There were versions of this dream where they were people, not cartoon woodpeckers, but the rendering was still not very realistic. Vestibular system correlation autosymbolism occurs in different forms. This was more of a projected form rather than a directly experienced form. 3) (1965110203). This dream was lucid, though I did not seek to alter it. A gigantic bat flies over Carol (older half-sister on my mother’s side) on Chipmunk Coulee, though it is mostly only seen in shadow against the late night sky. There is no fear on my part, though she appears startled by the event. This dream vividly repeated many years later while I was otherwise awake and walking to another sister’s house just before Carol had a heart attack (but recovered from it) and coincidentally having moved to a location near the original dream setting. This certainly does not indicate that my original dream was premonitory, but that my mind “borrowed” and vividly repeated it while awake to designate prescience of the event. Additionally, I never saw large bats (flying foxes) in real life until many years later when I moved to Australia. 4) (1972020407). The song “Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In” by the 5th Dimension mainly influenced this dream. I titled it “When the moon is in the Seventh House” (the first lyric of the song), which featured the moon turning into a giant animated crow and falling into the closet of the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house as the waking alert factor. (This is the closet I went to get my clothes to get ready for school this year.) As is often the case, this was projected vestibular system correlation rather than directly experienced. (There was also influence from a liminal focus on the January 30 1972 lunar eclipse.) 5) (1968111508). In this dream, I watch a giant eagle-like silhouette flying across the sky, between two clusters of cypress trees as tall as skyscrapers. There is an extraordinary sense of timelessness and nostalgia. This dream was influenced by three main factors; the Pogo Possum comic strip by Walt Kelly, the swampy Fort Ogden area in Florida where I lived when I was very young, a deck of educational cards that, when flicked through, display an animation of wild animal silhouettes with a bird silhouette flying above them. (Another deck featured a rabbit hopping into a hat, the hat rolling around, and a dove flying out.) 6) (1981112904). I see an oversized shadow of a raven (though I do not actually see a raven) move up and to the right (in a diagonal path) in the house in Cubitis upon the wall between the kitchen and the entrance to the hallway. It seems very late at night. There is a very vivid sense of timelessness and isolation, though not in a negative sense, only as if I am the only person in the region or in this realm. It is as if I am viewing time itself in the form of a bird. 7) (1988021308). With much of my conscious self identity extant, I find myself in the backyard of an unfamiliar residence. About five men are inside but soon come outside. One man comes out pushing a bicycle, down the steps and into the backyard, and I focus on how the bicycle seems an exact “duplicate” of mine. I say, with a sudden clarity, “How is this possible?” and he says with a very friendly tone, finishing with my first name as if he knows me very well, “Parallel ground Claude”. Thus, some RAS personifications (even though they always maintain the same underlying essence) seem wary of the waking process while others embrace it, though the ultimate purpose is to initiate consciousness. What defines the differences, or is it just incidental? Both a bicycle and an airplane are autosymbolic projections of the liminal awareness of the physical body while in the dream state. In this case, RAS even explained the meaning to me. His explanation of “parallel ground” is a perfect analogy to vestibular system correlation, where the illusory nature of the imaginary dream body correlates with the discernment of the physical body in the final moments of waking. 8) (2014030706). In this situation, I am back in my room in Cubitis in late morning. A large bird, which resembles a pelican, is standing on a chair near the west windows. There is no other furniture in my room. There is no danger, and it seems very majestic. It seems to have the essence of a very old mystical being and I think of the mythical phoenix. In my dream, as in many other dreams, I seem much younger, probably only about fourteen. However, unlike with many other non-lucid (though very vivid) dreams, I have a very vague awareness of my current conscious self. 9) (1971011502). This was a very enjoyable dream despite the implications. In late night, I wander out onto the carport (liminal space autosymbolism) and see that the house is apparently floating high up within a tornado. I watch debris fly by to my left (beyond the carport) and I am amazed by the vividness. I do not feel alarmed at all, only puzzled. On the east end of the carport, a large bird flies down to gaze at me, as if to offer help, though remains directly on the end of the carport. It seems very “wise” and has the essence of a very old “teacher”. I sense that it is “king of the birds” and it is even wearing a crown. I see that it is exactly my height. Although I associate it with a hawk, it was influenced somewhat by the Woggle-Birds from “Jack and the Beanstalk” (a 1967 TV movie), though far more “realistic” if still somewhat sketchy. 10) (1967122702). This extraordinarily vivid dream was directly influenced by photographs from a book; the Time-Life Nature Library “The Birds”, which I had gotten for Christmas at age seven. (The photograph was taken the day before my dream occurred on December 26, 1967.) My dream was a curious shift of RAS modulation (the primary form being a snake as the biological waking alert factor) turning quickly into vestibular system correlation. I was walking on a dirt road near an isolated cornfield very late at night, with stalks about twice my height. I had a curious “realization” of being followed by a snake though it is not crawling very fast. Soon, a large owl flies down and attacks the snake and I no longer feel wary. As with many of my childhood dreams, I had no clear awareness of my parents or my age.

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My Girl and the Devil

Had a dream last night that my Current live in girlfriend was having sex with a fiery Demon the devil himself. He was behind her and while having sex with her his fiery face was laughing at me. I cant get the image out of my head. This feels pretty bad today and I don't know what to think. Yeah shes cheated on me before. Not sure if she is or not now. Like to hope she has grown outta that crap. The dream has me all stressed out! Someone help!

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25 May
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Same Guy

I always dream a same guy but I can't see his face well. Whenever he appears in my dream there is always the scene that he ended up our relationship.

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My home

I dreamt about a house by the sea been washed away and it was my home I was worried and couldn't understand why I got the house in the first place

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Missing grandparents were murdered

My grandparents were older when my mother was born, so they died a long time ago. In my dream, I was staying at their apartment waiting for them to return. Days passed. Then I someone started leaving voicemails on their home phone to report on their condition. Supposedly they were ill and this person was taking care of them. The calls always went straight to voicemail. At one point, more than 100 voicemails were left. I called the police, and it turned out that my grandparents were murdered by a serial killer. It took a long time for my mother to show up to check on me, and I was devastated.

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empty room

I'm standing in the doorway of the back bedroom in my condo. It's empty. All the tools and stuff are gone. At first I think I've been robbed, then I realize I'm dreaming and wake.

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25 May
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Evil eye

One of my cousin is getting married and everybody gathers. The first day when the functions started everything was going good and in no time I started to feel weird. I told to few people and they say maybe because you are tired and I thought it's the evil eye that few aunties are keeping. Next day I fall sick and I get to hear from one of my aunt and cousin that it's none other than my grandma who is doing this. She is doing black magic and have an evil eye. That scared me and I go to ask her and that moment I wake up from the dream. why would she do?

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Dads cliff

My dad lived on a cliff and you took a ladder to get down. Scary. He had a record of a woman singing beautiful opera like an angel. I sat in a hole becuase I was scared of the edge and it was a salmon hole. A man showed up, warned about thieves and hid in the laundry. I told my dad about him and when we tried to chase him out more appeared. Dads cousin said not to worry, about 75% of them were psychiatrists he called for us. He'd asked them to pretend to be salesmen so we'd let them into our home.

Matilda We dreams Matilda We

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25 May
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Chromium

I was in a mysterious house and in front of there was a girl chained to a bed calling my name. We had passionate sex and it felt real and right. Thinking about it strangely hurts my heart in reality.

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24 May
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A secret

I was in a room with three guys playing around stupidly. I didn’t know them much. I got a phone call from someone who i didn’t knew either. Walking around the building into different rooms. Other people talking to me while I was on the phone. When I went back into the room, I checked if I had my new phone with me. I sat down on one of the guys laps and told him he could touch my boobs. I take my phone out and here a Russian girl talking. She’s asking me things I don’t know. I say a couple numbers 2..7 a guy gets on the line and starts talking to me. I knew him and in real life. He said he was Coming for me. As i was running out the building, phone stuck to my face, he said he can see me. I ran towards another building getting away from him. The people in there weren’t happy I was in there building. Some of them running after me. As I hit the bottom floor cannon (boyfriend), scooped me in his arms, princess style and holding me tight. It felt like he was going to have sex with me too after what just happened.

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24 May
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A matter of self-confidence

This dream is from two nights ago, and I had time to write it down after I woke up. I will break it up because it has several elements. A chubby girl was being dressed up by another chubby girl. They looked like sisters, both had similar features; the first one was short and had brown skin, looked latina. The second one was tall and black. The second one was doing a make-over to the other one, who was very insecure about her look. The second one say "if you dress up like this, your chubbiness won't show up that much, just like me, see? I know that I am chubby and I manage to look good anyways, because this look is what suits me". This girl clearly was very confident in herself. She was dressed with a yellow t-shirt with a denim vest and a denim flounce skirt; she had a yellow headband. The look was sort of kitsch and she was dressing the shy girl almost the same with other colors. The shy girl said: "are you sure this is the right look? are you sure the other girls will be wearing this?". "Yeah, don't worry about that". They go out and they meet other three girls, friends of the confident girl. But this three are quite different looking girls. The three of them are extremely thin, they have long straight hair, they are white and the three of them are wearing similar dresses; like a long sleeve jumper with a summery pattern. The shy girl felt really bad, she felt betrayed by the other girl, like it was all a setup. Maybe if she knew how the other girls looked like, she wouldn't have agree to meet. She felt super self-conscious, inferior looking. The other four though were very relaxed and friendly, eager to have a good time. To be continued...

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Bus Driver

It was night time and I got a bus but I didn't know where that bus was going so I asked the bus driver what was the destination. The bus driver didn't answer me and turned is face around avoiding eye contact so I notice something was wrong and tried to see his face. I followed his head movements until he couldn't no longer avoid to look at me and answer my question. Where was the bus heading? So when I finally saw his face, his mouth open widely and he transformed himself in a demon and disappeared.

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24 May
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My cellist self

First I dreamt about Family Guy. But this FG was even cruder if it's possible to the real cartoon series, and the characters were even meaner to each other. Then I had another dream. My dream-self played the cello and was very good at it. I was at a small apartment in my city, in a very well-known neighborhood with very humble block buildings, close to a very busy main avenue. There was my parents there and some other people, possibly relatives. I was playing my cello over some rockabilly song that was on the radio. They were impressed. We started talking about the lead singer of the band that was playing. My mom said this guy was no good news and used to beat his ex wife, who is a singer too. Then she used certain word to describe him, but it was a very unusual word, which I don't remember, but I was sure it wasn't the word she was looking for. Then I left in my bike with my cello, I think in a backpack case.

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24 May
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confused

yesterday iu had marriage or respections to me...i still can't reconize my partner face.....i am so confuseeed.

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