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Morning of September 20, 2017. Wednesday.



This dream is vivid from start to finish even though I deliberately change my identity twice (by way of non-lucid dream control). Instead of my most common form of dream state initiation (water, which symbolizes the real-time dynamics of sleep), it begins with another very common dream state indicator, that is, “still” being in bed. (The difference of course relates to sleeping in the waters of the womb in the first months of life in contrast to sleeping in bed, though the dream state initiation form may be incidental.) My dream self’s memory is mostly limited to not much beyond the age of twenty.

The bed turns out to be in a new version of the Loomis Street house. It is in the living room. There is much more space on the north side of the room than there was in reality and there is also a vague association with our Gellibrand Street apartment of years ago (though I do not reflect upon this while in my dream). The bed is in the northeast corner of the room, aligned to the north wall. I am on the left side (which is atypical as I have mostly been on the right side in recent years when sleeping with Zsuzsanna, though this is probably related to subliminal reinduction). My brother-in-law Bob had been sleeping on the right side. My sister Marilyn is alive and as she was in the late 1970s (with no memory of her having died in 2014). She has not yet decided to go to sleep. I am seemingly aware my mother had recently died (though she died in 2002).

Anita comes in through the front door and asks Marilyn if she had been in the bed sleeping, mentioning “all five people” in the bed (even though I had only been aware of Bob being in the bed). I turn more to my left, very close to the edge of the bed. It seems that Anita had picked up and kept an American quarter that had fallen out of my shirt pocket. More coins fall onto the floor from my left shirt pocket, including at least three American quarters and a few nickels and dimes, but these I retrieve and put in my right pants pocket (as I am apparently wearing blue jeans in bed).

I then get up and start practicing telekinesis by willing objects to fly into my right hand, mostly cups, empty soda cans, and dishes. “Did you see that?” I keep asking Anita and Marilyn. There is no surprise from them.

I go outside and it seems to be late morning (even though it had been nighttime seconds before). I fly about six feet above the ground but mostly hover and loudly screech. The unfamiliar neighbor to the south has a few children playing in his yard. I decide to go over, via the alley, and apologize for my behavior, as it may have frightened them. I explain to the man that I am “Carrie’s brother”. For a short time, I puzzle over the timeline possibly being wrong, as Carrie and I are supposedly around the same age and I perceive it may be the late 1980s. I then show him my telekinetic ability. I will small items to fly into my hand from a distance as well as an empty cardboard box that had been put out for the garbage collectors. The other male seems curious but not afraid. “I can lift a house,” I explain, “or a car”. (I have the usual false memory that a house can be lifted into the air and set back down with telekinesis without destroying the foundation, plumbing, or electrical connections.)

There are many scenes after this where I go into a building and show my telekinetic abilities to several other unfamiliar people, mostly males of about twenty. I continuously will, over and over, mainly cups (though other items as well) to fly into my right hand. I perform such acts at least thirty times as others watch with mild interest. It seems effortless and triggered by softly imagining the feeling of already having it in my hand. I also eventually cause cups to slide across the table away from me (not nearly as common a dream event as willing them to me). The others find it amusing when I do this. For some reason, this seems more important and impressive than drawing objects to me.

I then decide to be Carrie herself. I am beginning what seems like eighth grade in an unknown school. While sitting at a long table with a few others in a row, I will pencils to fly into my hand from the table in front of us. One unfamiliar boy directly to my left looks at me and the pencils flying from the other table into my hand, but does not react - as if he cannot see or understand the world around him. He looks somewhat arrogant but completely clueless. I reason that, unlike the previous witnesses, many young people have no perception or understanding of the world around them, so unusual or unexplainable events are not perceived as such at all.

From here, I notice that the top layer of skin has come off around the base of my thumb and partly across the palm. There are clumps of dead skin here and there that I peel off. The flesh underneath is pure white and very soft and smooth. Curiously, I do not notice that my hand is reversed in orientation, that is, when my palm is up, my left thumb is on the right (instead of my left thumb being outward to the left with my palm up as it should be). It is very vivid, with an augmented sense of touch (though no pain) and I never take more notice to this impossible hand orientation despite the clarity.

In the last scene, I fly around above Sill Street, mostly to the west. (This is a very illogical location and focus for my dreams, as it was of little significance in real life and not seen at all since 1994, and yet has peculiarly become more common over the last few years.) This seems more of the closing credits to a movie. Curiously, instead of music associated with “Carrie” (1976), I hear an altered version of the lyrics and music from “Sybil” (1976 television miniseries). However, these are the same incorrect lyrics I sang in the 1970s, even playing the music on my accordion and electronic organs. I perceive Carrie (Sissy Spacek) as singing them. Instead of “Mirror mirror in my mind”, I always sang “Mirror mirror in my heart” (so much so, the real lyrics now sound “wrong” to me). Instead of “Come as a dream, ribbons of rhymes”, I sang it as “Fashions and swirls, ribbons and curls”.

Interestingly, Anita’s reference to supposedly five people having been in the bed may have deliberately foreshadowed me playing the two other roles before waking. Coins often relate to coalescence and the level of subliminally perceived neural activity in the dream state. Since early childhood, I have always been aware of very distinct differences between dream self modes, including passively non-lucid, non-lucid but willful, non-lucidly in control (being aware of making and controlling “my world” though with no direct recall of what a dream is), passive lucidity, willful lucidity, apex lucidity (total and sustained willful conscious creation and automatic linear control of the dream including deliberately symbolic waking transitions based on fifty years of day to day experience where certain long-term forms of conscious thought automatically integrate into unconscious states), and other distinct levels of unconsciousness, including entirely abstract where my existence seems to be as a letter of the alphabet or geometrical form, sometimes with unusual and unique mental rituals, or the repeating of a phrase to “perfectly” assume a physical position prior to waking.

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Fragment 1: I was testing out a new survival game with a friend where everything starts out black and white but then changes as you collect atoms. The more grayscale it is, the less basic actions you can do.
Fragment 2:
I remember going into this extremely maze like building with my family and losing them pretty quickly. I was going down stairs, up stairs, down halls, up halls, and the theme of the building never changed. It was always this green color, kind of like mint chip ice cream except darker.
Fragment 3: This one ties in with fragment 2. After that, I found an outside area that resembles my school's blacktop where PE takes place in real life. There were about four or five different supply trucks kind of just sitting there. I apparently found my uncle, and I was also holding a glass of wine, but it resembled water in a fancy glass. I went to ask if the people in the trucks wanted some. One of them said no because they didn't want to lose their job. That made sense. After that, I saw my uncle swearing under his breath. I then lost him. I entered where the weight room usually is, and I found one of my friends in real life. We'll call him C. He was also lost. I also found this room to resemble my other friend's. We'll call him J. Anyways, I asked him if he was lost too, and he said yes. I then accidentally bumped into someone who looks a lot like my Substitute PE teacher in real life. We'll call her Mrs. T. Anyways, I asked her for directions and she said sure. She then put me in the bathroom right next to the room I was in. I saw her talking to C for a little bit, and then she decided to kidnap me and put me under the bed across from the room next to the bathroom for 2 years. She said something like "did you enjoy getting locked up for a few minutes? Well now you'll be here for two years! J can't help you cause he's too busy being on his computer!!!" She had a bit of generic Asian person in her voice for some reason. I then woke up at about 3:20 something.

+ [very vivid] "star wars in the sun" -- dodging tanks, several "burning man C3PO", the playground area dug into the sidewalk with crumbling concrete, the museum entry with kids playing a computer game (python!) and the old man showing how to change games by winding differently colored strands of paint around two terminals (I thought this controlled a virtual machine apparatus behind the scenes!)

+ rocking the boat-house with TZ. TZ is hiding gameplay in his home office with a slide-to-the-side computer screen but he's too slow and my wife catches him and while he scrambles to ctrl-alt-del kill the partially hidden game task my wife sees him and gives him an earful about that. I think "poor fool, running windows 95, of course he can't kill the task fast enough"

+ cleaning up used condoms over at a kids' friend's house and throwing them in the sink but the sink is too small and they might clog the works. they are wet and nasty, one of them is mine I know, and the rest are theirs. I say "you throw them away, because I picked them up". I think I'm going to see some of the "good bits" on a girl but she gets shy and covers up.

+ flying with some amount of control over direction and in what I'm seeing. I think I'm doing a WILD and these are visualizations

+ (f) over at kids' friend's house (earlier in the night, not same dream) I'm in MZ's room and the boys are talking about something