Blue_Opossum

Morning of May 11, 2017. Thursday.



I am in an unknown and unfamiliar room. This does not at all come to my attention though. I had been thinking about checking a number of my dreams to make sure the online entries are all accounted for based on a set of fifty-four dreams in a particular dream journal in notebook form. The dream journal website I am looking at is fictional and seems to not have had much activity for a few years. I think I have the patience to check the main details of all fifty-four dreams.

I look through a few web pages at some dreams that had been posted by others over a year ago. I have my fifty-four to check even though it probably does not matter since the site seems mostly unused (although I do like to have backup copies of my work other than on hand where I live). I do not recall the titles even though I am able to match and confirm a few. Curiously, additional details, at least a set of five for each title, vanish from the paper by my will alone, leaving only the title, to validate the most complete online version for each.

I notice that my notebook has two odd “pages” before the main area with dream documentation. The first page is apparently a sample of corduroy that supposedly represents clothes I have worn. It is folded around a thin piece of cardboard and flat against it. The second page, upon looking at it closely, is an actual shirt of mine, also attached to a cardboard page. I do not question why I would have this at the beginning of a dream journal. Over time, I become annoyed by the shirt, which is made of normal thin cloth but seeming to be more and more bulky, even preventing the binder from closing fully. I consider that I eventually might take out the sections.

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This is a very odd variation of being annoyed by wearing clothes in some dreams, likely related to a subliminal realization that I am asleep in bed and actually wearing a shirt (due to being slightly cool) which I hardly ever do. The number fifty-four may be related to my age (as it is close to my real age), though is not correct (though normal dreams rarely contain correct information of any kind anyway). I also find it amusing after I wake that I would have to look through over 3,500 online dream journal entries rather than just 54.

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Night of May 11, 2017. Thursday.



I find myself back in Cubitis (where I had not lived since 1978). It seems to be late at night. I have a vague awareness that my parents (both deceased in reality) are in the house sleeping. I am involved in a task which I am doing on my own, with regard to a long wooden ladder. I am firstly trying to bring the ladder out through a fictional area on the carport and realize that this may not be the correct route.

I go back into the house, and take it out through a fictional doorway on the east side of the house. I have no trouble carrying this long ladder on my own even though I illogically seem to somehow be carrying it from one end (rather than in the middle). While in the backyard, I see, in the north side yard, more to the west (and closer to the orange grove, which is no longer there in reality), the statue of a jockey on a vertically rectangular base. It is of a darker gray hue and about eight feet in height, the statue and the base each being about four feet in height. I notice that there are many other items in the carport (including a white refrigerator) but I do not focus directly on them. I feel a sense of well-being. I am not even sure why I am doing this, but it feels right.

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Ladder symbolism in a dream is all about internal communication and real-time access to other (especially more aware) levels of consciousness (primarily the conscious self identity, which is typically lost when in the non-lucid dream state, one of many factors that reveal dream “interpretation”, by way of the common usage of the word, to be a naïve fallacy); very similar to bridge symbolism and visually linked to railroad tracks (especially when the ladder is horizontal, though it is carried sideways here). As most dreams are waking symbolism at their core, this is just a vivid experience of my dream self trying to coalesce into full wakeful consciousness again. The statue implies my inactive conscious self identity while in the dream state. The carport is one of my most common liminal space factors (that is, the state between dreaming and waking, but closer to waking).

I do not recall waking from this dream. There is no active preconscious factor here other than the inactive emergent consciousness symbol; the jockey statue (of a darker hue as this was a night dream). The heightened feeling of well-being I had was very nice.

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When I was a teenager and going through a stage where I had a strong interest in unusual (and dreamlike) photography, for one photograph, I deliberately placed a ladder in the north side yard in Cubitis so that it was lying on the ground, oriented east and west and perpendicular to the railroad tracks beyond our backyard. There seemed to be an aspect of this memory in my dream, though my dream self’s age felt closer to thirty.

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