Blue_Opossum

Morning of November 10, 2016. Thursday.



I am in a van being driven by my brother-in-law Bob. Most of my family members are with me in the back except for Lorenzo (middle son). Looking to my left, I see that an unfamiliar female passenger in another vehicle (probably a van as a car would be lower) somehow holds onto the top of the driver’s side window of Bob’s van, which I think is a very foolish thing to do. (This seems to be a preconscious factor, at least potentially, but the situation eventually fades.) The vehicle has four chubby and aggressive females, probably in their late thirties. My brother-in-law does not respond. I eventually yell at them. They soon drive on ahead.

We eventually arrive at an unfamiliar shopping mall near a mountainous area. It now suddenly shifts to nighttime, around eight o'clock. I suddenly feel concerned that Lorenzo is not with us, as I feel he should not be left alone (at our house) for the two or so hours we will probably be here (seemingly for shopping and a movie). I decide to quickly fly back to make sure he is okay, though on one level, I feel silly about flying all the way back after just arriving here, as it apparently took a long time for Bob to drive out here. However, because a parking lot symbolizes liminal space (a higher state between dreaming and waking), I somehow get “stuck” right on the perimeter. I am flying but not making much forward progress (a very rare event for me, but I have rarely attempted flight over a parking lot in dreams). I almost manage to fly above the roof of a nearby house. Instead, I decide to teleport to my bed (false awakening) and I am glad I am now able to check on Lorenzo.

Almost immediately, I am with Lorenzo and the rest of our family in the front yard in Cubitis. It now seems early afternoon. It seems there are several people trespassing, close to the bedroom windows. I get angry but my family and I end up leaving, walking southward (with no destination in mind). I shout several rude remarks back at them as well as making rude gestures. They do not seem intimidated. Curiously, they are mostly all seated on the ground in formal meditation positions, including an unknown toddler (male). I get the impression that the oldest male (about sixty), who is thin and wearing coveralls, had been working on a car, but I do not see a car anywhere.

Soon, I am walking with Zsuzsanna and an unknown female with dark short hair. As we walk along, there is mention of the van event that occurred in the first part of my dream (as this female apparently had trouble with the four from the vehicle as well). I eventually enter a very subtle lucidity, but not active lucidity. This is where I am not lucid but manifest, mostly through pretense at first, the idea of a secret area to explore (commonly recurring since early childhood).

Even though it is mostly an outside area, we come to floor-length curtains (subtle lucidity sign, akin to going onto a stage). Going through the beige curtains, we enter some sort of secret abandoned park with a zoo theme. I am at first somewhat startled by a male and female lion (just to my left and past a doorway we come out from), and I am concerned for a short time that they may jump over the fence. However I soon realize that they are animatronic animals that have not been maintained for a long time as some of the sections of fur are missing and metal and plastic can be seen through certain areas. We continue along a beautiful garden path. The sidewalk, always with a continuous hedge on each side, turns at ninety degree offsets fairly often, but is not really maze-like. Although I am aware of several other animatronic animals, I do not see them due to dense shrubbery. I feel very happy and relaxed.

We somehow end up in a kitchen, which is a little like the one on Stadcor Street. I am, for a short time, aware of a group of people walking by outside the large windows, but I do not actually see them through the curtains. I only hear them and they seem cheerful. There are soon unusual implications in the immediate setting. I see the year 2002 on a small calendar magnet on the refrigerator as well as seeing it on a couple documents. Zsuzsanna and the other female do not seem to “realize” the implications. To me, based on seeing “2002”, it seems like we are in the present. I feel that there is a pretense that the park had been closed for many years even though the date (false assumption) reflects the present (and even though by dream implications we are fourteen years in the past). Still, I feel a sense of harmony and peace.

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Being in the kitchen in the last scene represents light hunger during sleep. A lion is often the coalescence factor (return to consciousness) as it can swallow the imaginary dream self (and is an association with “The Sleeping Gypsy” 1897 oil painting). The curtains were the same color as the lions, so this was a type of subliminal expectation, though the lions turned out to be mechanical (and not any sort of threat) in this case. My puzzling over the date and not knowing the present year is quite common in my dreams. The personified subconscious (dream self) has no concept or understanding of time in the majority of my non-lucid dreams. For example, I am often much younger or in a different or mixed up time period that combines different time periods. I do not like conflicts or conflict-related challenges in dreams, though the preconscious biologically needs to be aggressive to push the dreamer to activate waking (via RAS) even though coalescence consent (such as hugging a dream character as also has recurred since childhood) would be much better, though the personified subconscious (dream self) typically sees the preconscious state as a threat (especially when there is a subliminal desire to sleep longer), both with negative daybreak types (or end of the world events) and various forms that chase the dreamer, rather than allowing time to indulge in sustained dream exploration as here.

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Morning of December 11, 2014. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,524-02. Reading time: 1 min 45 sec.



I seem to be part of a crew that is making a documentary about wild animals. The jungle scenes occur locally, possibly at the park a block from where we presently live in real life. At one point there are two different species of spider monkeys side by side with other animals including two lion cubs on the top plank, to the right of the monkeys on the lowest plank. They are on a shelf-like structure (facing south) that resembles a three-dimensional duck shoot with three levels, though it is for filming purposes only - as the animals remain still. Even though the monkeys look mostly the same, the one on the left starts attacking the one on the right. Both of them take off to climb trees again with a lioness in pursuit. My viewpoint sometimes seems to be from mid-tree-level, but I never feel threatened by the lions even though the perspective is very close to my dream self’s “face.”

The lions climb straight up the tree, and even over small thin branches without breaking them. The monkeys still get away by jumping to another tree, yet they have to keep doing this, as the lions do not give up. I see both male and female lions climbing the tree in this manner.

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Ultimately, monkeys are just another form of vestibular system correlation due to their ability to climb trees and my subliminal association with that fact while in the dream state. Lions are a waking alert factor.

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In a separate section of my dream, Zsuzsanna and I are looking at an abandoned building from across the street. It seems to be a warehouse. There is a vague false recall of having been in the building earlier and reaching an area where one could see outside through a small hole, yet not be able to leave.

As we gaze at the building from a parking lot or section of sidewalk, I focus on the wall to deliberately (without lucidity) create more holes to allow me to see into the building. It seems empty, though there is concrete debris on the floor. I use a telekinetic force. I do not perceive my ability as being a result of being in the dream state. I continue to open the wall until my dream loses cohesion.

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Warehouses are typically the last setting to occur in the sleep cycle as a form of liminal space discernment. Wall mediation also occurs here as my emerging consciousness activates. As validated here, dream control and lucid dreaming are unrelated. Still, my dream self understands the dreaming processes even without my waking self realization.

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Morning of September 14, 2007. Friday.



This was a longer dream than average and which mostly has a very stable and peaceful mood throughout other than near the ending.

It mostly focuses on two very large lions which roam freely around the area we live. I hold no fear. There is an ongoing idea of what other people might think when they hear or see two adult lions where we are living. At one point, my brother Dennis, whom I have not seen since 1994, is near the front of our house. There is something about him not being able to see exactly where he is on a particular visit either at night or in the day (and it seems to be early morning at the time, perhaps 4:30). The idea directly relates to night and day (relative to the sky) looking the same all the time (being fairly dark), and he complains about it somewhat before walking off. I am not sure if it is his state of mind or his eyes that are the cause of this. (I believe this related to his unusual real-life habit of visiting relatives, especially our sister, no matter what time of day or night it was.)

Again, the lions generate no personal fear at all. They are probably more like “guardians” than pets, but still “belong” to me to some extent. The sound of the male’s roar is very loud and raspy and just like the one I heard in real life years ago. Its mane is very large and flowing. I can hear their breathing.

I touch the lions gently and with respect. Later, several unfamiliar girls are petting the lioness as it is resting near one area in the yard. About five or six pet her head at the same time and she seems to relax and enjoy the human company. Other people are visiting and do not seem to be afraid. Only a few people on the street seem likely not to approach, but only undesirable people such as potential burglars it seems.

Not much happens, other than, again, a general good feeling throughout, and the two lions walking about in various areas near our house. They do come inside now and then.

There is also some cooking going on in the large kitchen, but some drunks and street people (whom I do not know) walk around and make very strange comments. There are friends around, but I am “sleeping” with my head on the table for a short time, still aware of everything. One stranger mentions something about how eating cookies makes your hair fall out, seemingly in the idea that one hair per cookie falls out, I believe, and they complain about some other food.

Later, my wife’s oldest sister calls me into a very large room and starts to joke about the strange street people there. The “joke” is supposedly really funny and relates to their inability to notice things; something about seeing everything in the house except for the toy scuba diver (which is similar to the Marx Nutty Mad but more normal, I think), which does not really make much sense. She is holding the plastic figure and pointing to it, laughing uproariously, saying how they saw everything except for that (it was in a cardboard box with three or four other toy figures including an unfamiliar toy walrus). My laugh is insincere, as I only pretend to understand why she is laughing so much, which also has something to do with an opening near the oxygen tank (it seems to have something to do with the oxygen tank containing alcohol instead of air and that is how they “cope” when “diving” or some such). The hole has a design that is also the Earth symbol, which is the simple design of the circle with two perpendicular intersecting lines inside of it. This is the point around which I wake, as my fake laughing is somewhat of a task and changes my focus and awareness.

The parts with the two lions is much like a recurring dream I had a few years ago for about a month, although that involved two bigger-than-life-sized stone statues of lions that “guarded” the front of our last house and only came to life when certain undesirable people came around - and then they were eaten.