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2017, 05-02

Dream Job

I am in an office building waiting for an interview for a new job. I remember that I am here looking for a job in town so I won’t have the hour and a half commute each way to get to work any more. I am afraid I will have to take a cut in pay, but the extra time I’ll have and the gas I’ll save will make it well worth my while. I have the idea I am here interviewing for a data entry job, which should be sufficiently mind-numbing so I have enough mental energy to work on making video games when I get home from work. I sit in the waiting room for a bit and then a woman comes out and introduces herself as Amy Rhinds and leads me to her office, which is a very nice office. I wonder if she is the CEO to have this office. I sit in one of the chairs beside her desk as she sits in her desk and smiles. As she is about to start the interview the office door opens and a man comes in. He sits in one of the chairs, but Amy doesn’t respond. I figure he must be sitting in on the interview for some reason.

The interview begins and Amy is asking typical questions I would expect, how fast I type, what software experience do I have, do I have experience with databases… I answer each one to the best of my ability. Then the man gets up from the chair and walks over to me. He says something about dreams. My first thought is that he is saying I must be dreaming if I think I will get this job. But I really want it, and since Amy isn’t paying any notice to him, I decide not to, either. She asks me a couple more questions, and I try to answer them without being distracted. The man, now next to me, is still talking about dreams. I tell him my real dream will come true after I get the job. Amy just looks confused and asks who I am talking to. She can’t see the man at all? I think I have just messed up my chances at the job. The man is still talking about dreams, but now I’m mad. He says to check if I don’t believe him. Amy brings the interview to a close and says she will get in touch with me if I’m chosen for the job. I leave, feeling really down. I already know I won’t get the job. It’s back to my hour and a half commute. Fun. I am about to leave the office building when I wake up.

I am on a vacation with my family. We are climbing up elevator like stairs to a floating island in the middle of the place. Now on top, I see the place more clearly. There are famous monuments from around the world, I see the Lincoln Monument, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and the Champion's Arch. The sky is a clear blue. I have a button on my shirt that allows me to float in case I fall. I'm slighty lucid, so I think it might come in handy. I somehow find myself in my school. I quickly leave the school through a open door in the hallway. I hear someone yell. I get kinda scared, and my dream reacts by slowing me down. Luckily I am able to get to the edge. I press the button to slow down, but instead of falling hundreds of thousands of feet, I only fall about 5 feet. I hit the wet grass below me. I turn around and see my teacher looking furious. He jumps down, unphased and comes really, really close to me. I call that my dream is way too unstable. I quietly whisper, "dream, reboot;" And the dream turns black. I am now in another school, I go inside a class and a man with a bunny mask is the teacher. I sit down, but acidently break a bottle with white pebbles in it. The teacher is mad, but doesn't really show it. The dream becomes unstable and I wake up.

Morning of May 3, 2017. Wednesday.



In my dream, I am a flying cat with wings like an owl. I have no idea how this came about (even though over one in five of my dreams have always naturally involved flight transitions, not including the additional flight transition metaphors such as elevators and staircases and forms of transportation) but it is what it is. (I will say that my waking mechanism was highly unusual, perhaps as a result of my cold, which I will explain later.)

As a flying cat, I am still with Zsuzsanna, but she is too young to be involved in a serious cat relationship and does not have wings. Still, she climbs up an outdoor feature that is much like a stalagmite (of about ten feet high). It is our hope that we will be married and live as healthy cats in the outdoors.

My mother-in-law (who we thankfully have not had to deal with much in years) as a human being is present, though her role does not seem clearly defined. After her annoying us several times, I somehow am able to lift her up with my flying-cat-self and carry her over overgrown culverts that are half-filled with water. (This is a subliminal attempt at re-induction. That is, I am non-lucidly trying to “erase” an undesirable dream character with release into the dream rendering mechanism, which takes the form of a body of water and symbolizes the dynamics of sleeping and dreaming in real time.)

One event relates to hearing a conversation about Zsuzsanna, as a cat, being spayed until later on when we can be free cats. (This really makes no sense, as spaying is supposed to be permanent.) Interestingly, free cats do not have owners - as cats only have human owners prior to maturity. (This is a curious distortion of the dynamics of the human life cycle; that is, children need parents when growing up, but not necessarily when they are older.)

Meanwhile, there are vivid scenes of Zsuzsanna and I, as human beings, walking near culverts, which are likely modeled after the ones along Highway Seventeen (and I get the impression that we are on the east side of the highway), where I have not been since mid-1978. (Again, this is related to re-induction, though the water remains at about half the depth of the culvert height. Water as symbolizing the real-time dynamics of sleep and level of dreaming is something that continuously occurs in my dreams and I had learned to control it to some extent years ago, depending on how deeply I am sleeping, also to the point where there is non-lucid dream control as here, though it typically occurs naturally and automatically.)

The depth of the water of the culvert (level of sleep depth) changes over about four partial awakenings. This is where the atypical waking mechanisms occur. My flying-cat-self is not fully operative during this time (especially when the water depth in the culvert is minimal), during these micro-transitions. I experience four stronger abdominal jolts (but do not fully wake), each of which I mention aloud to Zsuzsanna, though I am not sure if she is sleeping. As I have often explained before, abdominal jolts in liminal states are never unpleasant. Still, after the fourth one in about five minutes (when typically there is ever only one during a dream sequence), I am quite surprised. (There is also one minor shoulder jolt relating to my “wings”.) I had been sleeping on my right side at this time. “What? That’s the fourth one,” I say to Zsuzsanna before returning to deeper sleep.

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The part about Zsuzsanna not having wings is a direct reference to her not being asleep (typically a real-time link as was established even before we met), as she now has a cold and mine is diminishing enough for me to sleep a bit more.

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I forgot a dream from wbtb.

Bjork in Hypnagogic Hallucinations

I see a dream scene forming before me. Just Bjorks face and on it is drawn makeup in black and purple lines. There are tears streaming down her face. I ask, "What's wrong?". Her face turns profile and now there are two of her faces staring at one another. I again see her eyes behind them and they are bright, staring into my soul. Then I wake briefly.

Docks

Just a dream of walking my dog in some woods. Then i come to an area by a lake with a bunch of walk along docks. the place reminds me of Cultus Lake Chilliwack.

Reading my Dream Journal

Just a frag of reading my DV dream journal. In one entry I have twelve one sentence fragment dreams.

Attack


Starts I'm in the catacombs that Data built in my inner world. I'm there planting bombs on the sides of walls and doors. Captain Janeway and Seven of Nine are with me. The ordeal gives me the creeps. They tell me a big attack is coming from the Remote Viewers.

The dream speeds up to much into the fight. I'm sneaking around the outside of my house with my dog with a phaser in my hand. I enter a side door and go inside to see something I don't like and forget what. So I rewind the dream and I'm back with my dog on the other side of the house. I sneak around the corner and push my dog into the ground because I see remote viewers peering out the window this time. I guess they remembered the rewind and knew where I was coming from. A guy that looks like a cross between Shawn Bean and Colm Meany runs around the corner, and someone shoots him from behind me, Then Data runs from behind me with a phaser and then runs ahead. My vision zooms out to third person view for a bit and I see my house is located on something like Grove Street from GTA San Andreas. In the Roundabout parts there is a large gunfight going on. But instead of Grove gangs in green VS red Ballas, It's people in starfleet uniforms VS random guys in Casual bowling shirts.

I hear an explosion and then I see my house begin to fal into a sinkhole. I fly from the backyard to my neighbors where Jaas and his GF are standing watching the scene. Jaas says to me, "Aww that sucks man. Wanna come hang out and have a beer?"

"No way," I said, "I have a lot of work to do." I go to my front yard and all that's left is the wall frame of my house and a knocked over mailbox. I pick my mail box up and find a place to put it in the ground and then I wake up.