Blue_Opossum

Morning of March 14, 2019. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,078-04. Reading time: 2 min 16 sec.



I find a necklace with an ancient stone that supposedly gives the owner divinity. An incantation must be read and spoken to bring about this divinity. (I do not recall the words.)

I am in a room without much lighting with several unknown people and a big wooden table. I clearly announce that anyone who can make a book come to them (with mental powers alone) has divinity. A priest mentally tries to move a book across a table, but nothing happens. I hold my hand palm down a few feet above a different book, and it quickly rises into the air and slams against the palm of my hand. The tangibility is incredibly realistic. The other people express puzzlement and amazement.

There is a vivid segment where Zsuzsanna walks around nude in an unknown residence (implied to be where she lived before we made contact, appearing as she was then). The detail is realistic. We embrace. Later, she is dressed and walking with me in an unknown public location, but she does not seem to know where she is. She tells me that she cannot remember anything. I touch her on the center of her forehead, and she shudders and then tells me she remembers the last 20 years or so. (Although this is a projected play on the dream self typically losing conscious self identity, it does not trigger concurrent dream state awareness.)

I go into an unfamiliar tavern with an unrealistically long counter and heal several people. I see Samuel L. Jackson sitting at the end of the bar. I talk with him for several minutes. His right kneecap is damaged, and he has a walking cane. I touch him on the right side of his right knee and heal his leg. (A similar event happened with Zsuzsanna when we were first together.)

There is an offset segment that makes little sense about me having a marriage certificate related to Zsuzsanna’s mother rather than her. I perceive it as being under our present house, on the ground with some other items below where we sleep. In a dream within a dream, I ask an unknown person when the real marriage certificate will replace it. (It likely relates to typical distortions of identity in the dream state.)

My dream revivifies with the Naiad/Oceanid factor. I walk out onto a big beach at night, though the whole area also seems to be indoors with a “ceiling” far above. I run around undressed and barefoot on the water. I enjoy running on the water’s surface even though some of the waves are several inches high and the water is deep. I consider if the splashes of ocean life near the surface are sharks, but there is no perceived threat or wariness. Other people eventually join me. We cheerfully run around on the surface of the water for several minutes.

Eventually, the preconscious simulacrum appears on the shore, and I instinctively walk to it for the coalescence process (RAS gating). It is an unknown male. He tells me that I was intelligent in not wearing the necklace but only performing the incantation, giving me divinity. I walk with him and others to the exit point of my dream, a doorway ambiguously rendered on the beach, now with more of an indoor essence. Typical water lowering autosymbolism follows. I merge with the preconscious and the remaining dream characters and wake.

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Morning of June 30, 2015. Tuesday.



I am lucid but not in full control, apparently. I am appreciative of a swamp setting that is not threatening in any way at first, reminding me of my early childhood. A voice echoes “the bog oak necklace!” in a somewhat exaggeratedly dramatic way as if my arrival signifies the beginning of some sort of incongruous “This is Your Life” and “Candid Camera” composite. Not being impressed by an unfamiliar feminine voice (at least this particular seemingly disembodied one), I move onward; half-walking, half-hovering (feet partly dragging).

“The bog oak necklace!” the voice repeats. (There are strange “loud” silences between when the phrase is spoken.) After a time, I realize that the voice had not actually ever been there (even though it had - typical dream logic).

“The bog oak necklace!” says the voice again. It seems someone or something is following me. I am not frightened, just greatly annoyed at this “intrusion” into my own dream setting. I want to get rid of this female so that I can…interact with a female (uh…okay…that makes no sense, but very typical of faux dream “logic”).

“The bog oak necklace!” says the voice yet again, with some sort of strange essence by which it seems it will repeat forever and ever in a sort of implied cycle, at least in this environmental setting - until the end of time. This thought irritates me even more but there is nowhere to complain; no booth, no box to put a note in (which I “rationally” expect to find in the middle of an isolated cypress swamp).

I discover an old radio’s speaker just out of full reach, nested in the limb of a tree. Aha! Now we are getting somewhere. Once I am able to get this speaker out and disconnected, I can get on with my dream and take control.

The wires pull out, but the same phrase repeats from elsewhere. I notice that I am now carrying a microphone, which seems connected to the same wiring that the radio speaker was (though I vaguely recall that you can use a speaker as a microphone when input as such - which I had done in the past to get different effects in tonality and such in dub), but am not sure how far I can get before needing to let go of it.

“The bog oak necklace!” the voice repeats again.

“Stuff your bog oak necklace!” I shout, completely forgetting about lucidity and dream manipulation.

Morning of November 9, 2009. Monday.



In this dream, I discover (as in a lot of similar dreams that continue to both haunt and annoy me as if another part of me had a will of its own yet not viable for my chosen life’s path) I learn that the “other” (the childhood friend, Susan R, I “left” for a different path - not regret, but a very slight guilt, I suppose; strange, as many people have nothing residual over such events or so it seems) is living in an area where I can visit her (not quite sure which country, either USA or Australia). There is one part where my wife (aka childhood Romani tulpa turns out to be real) and I are together on the couch and involved in sensual acts. I notice the “other” (who for some unexplainable reason is just sitting in a lounge chair near us in the same room) is wearing a plain cross (not a crucifix), which hangs down near my face, but nothing else is visible in that periphery. This could probably be related to the fact that she was - or seemed to be - a serious Christian (a main reason why I could not have seen myself living with her when older), or yet another flashback to that Mad magazine poster “The Modern Crucifixion” and the associated “other” events related to that time period.

(It was only later, I realized the connections of my favorite band “The Fixx” and the logo in mirror image looking a bit like XXII, or 22, the “master number” that has a huge connection to many different things in the human supraconscious and continuously repeating around unexplainable events - there is even a group of people that follow this belief).

The outcome of my dream is that the “other” eventually appears in a very unusual manner, not quite human-looking in the face. She looks very old, yet also very young, and a Newton’s cradle ball is stuck in (or growing out of) each ear - halfway out at the hemispheres - and around the ears are deep cracks as if from drying clay - the sides of her head being somewhat skeletal as well. This surreal imagery does not seem at all unusual to me until I am awake and then I wonder how in the world my mind came up with something like that and why I did not think it to be unusual in my dream. However, Newton’s cradle could easily be some sort of dream imagery to represent unseen forces or unseen repercussions from “another side”, and the “other” and I did use the device (and gaze at it) when young.