Morning of July 14, 2017. Friday. I am in an unknown residence that has a lot of rooms of which are filled with junk that I plan to get rid of. The first setting seems to be a basement (or like a basement), yet is seemingly not underground, though it seems to have a dirt floor at times. There are large long shelves in a number of locations. Much of the junk seems to be parts of picture frames, nails, and documents I no longer need or want. In one scene, I seem to be in the northernmost (northeast) room of the King Street boarding house, where I have not lived (in reality) in over twenty-five years. The bed is aligned lengthways along the west wall, head to the north (an orientation never utilized in reality). For the first time ever in a dream, my mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is associated with the King Street boarding house as living there in my dream. (Although my wife Zsuzsanna and I have been together in many dreams since we met in reality, including as implied to be living in the King Street boarding house even though she has never been to America, I find it astounding upon realizing my mother had never been in this dream setting as far as I presently know.) I had found an outfit (combined sweater and pants) for my youngest daughter and had brought it into the room. My mother seems angry that someone else had apparently thrown it out but is glad that I had retrieved it for use for my daughter’s benefit. Later, there seem to be a number of other (unknown) people going through the miscellaneous junk. The actor John Larroquette (as he appeared in the television series “Night Court”) makes an appearance in the final segment. It is mentioned how no one wants most of what is presently sitting about in the large basement-like room. “In that case, I’ll take these portraits,” he says, picking up two large slightly damaged portraits of himself (which may have originally been left there either by him or someone else). Our daughter was somewhat restless this morning. Her clothes appearing in my dream without her was a possible indicator of her being awake while we were sleeping. My mother seems to be the precursor of my emergent consciousness in this case even though my dream self did not recall that she had died in 2002. I believe that a dream of cleaning or getting rid of junk is sometimes biological symbolism relating to cellular processes in real time, possibly including a need to get up and use the bathroom. The final dream event features coalescence waking symbolism (projected, neutral preconscious). This stems from an analogy with coalescence meditation, of where viewing infinite selves by looking into a mirror on each side is metaphorically resolved as internal unification by then looking forward into the mirror reflecting the one self (in whole consciousness).
Work frag I was at mcdonald's working table. A manager said the order I had was custom. So I asked "What's the ask me?". He handed me a slip and said I had to go right to the customer and ask them myself and fill out the slip as it was a new policy for serving customers. I thought it was lame. Time Control I went inside a house with two people and followed them up some stairs. At the top and around the corner there was no landing. One guy was on a bed in the corner and was floating in the air. the woman was on a couch on the other end floating in the air. there was a velvet cloth as a walkway to her couch that seemed to be floating. I thought that was an impossible walkway. I became lucid because of that. To make sure I looked down at about a 16 ft. drop and thought If i could drop that without being injured I was definitely dreaming. I jumped down with no hard force hitting the ground. I wanted to try time dilation. I noticed I had watch where the second hand was ticking. I willed the second hand to slow down. After 30 seconds or so it seemed to slow to a stop wanting it to seem like 5 minutes for every second hand movement on the watch. I noticed the brand was a seiko or something. I remember Jake had one in the dark tower books. My vidion got distorted after as it does when I usually try to dilate time. Before i could jump like I usually do to get out of the distortions I had a... FA, I still had the watch on and I was just recalling the previous dream. I remember thinking That was a dangerous RC to do and to make sure I was dreaming first to try it again.
Day off today. I was planning on getting up at 2 am, which is 1 hr before my normal waking time. Do a WBTB and WILD. But even before the alarm went off, I turned it off and opted for a sleep in. I woke up at 4:30am. Stayed up for maybe 15 min. Debated to take choline or not. I chose not to take it, but to go on a sofa and see if I could WILD. I covered myself with my bath robe in hopes to attract my cat, so he would sleep on me as he used to during my so many WILDs before. It worked. He laid on my legs and despite of him moving, kneeding and purring, I fell asleep. Just before I dozed off, I felt a WILD coming. My head started to buzz and get a headrush. I wanted to help it get me over the hump and into a lucid, so I tried standing up. Not sure if it worked, but next thing I know I am walking in the town square of my childhood town, in front of the church. It's very crowded and as soon as I realized I'm in a dream, I decide to just go with the flow, walk around and explore. Then I remember just about the only TOTM I wanted to do and I decided to look for a picture or a poster. I see one on a church wall. Walk up to it and for some reason, instead of just walking into it, I start to dig into it. The wall is kinda soft, but a bit resistant. I give up and I think I lose it here.
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