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Night of June 3, 2018. Sunday.



This brief vivid lucid dream was triggered by a lapse into unconsciousness while I was contemplating liminal space while still semi-conscious. I was actually thinking about a telephone and its autosymbolic meaning in representing potential communication between dream self and conscious self, though was visualizing a rotary telephone sitting on a table with my dream self in the room and my conscious self on the other side of the wall. It is rendered as a simple sketchy diagram (with the correct waking orientation layout, the dream self room with the telephone on the left and my conscious self’s room on the right).

Eventually, I am within a vivid lucid dream. Zsuzsanna’s cell phone is sitting on the top of the couch and very soon catches on fire for no discernible reason. I find this intriguing and immediately wake.

No mystery here, as waking processes of shorter dreams since early childhood have often involved fire suddenly starting as consciousness initiation autosymbolism, not quite as common as vestibular system correlation though sometimes combined in waking process synthesis with such as a meteor or falling and burning airplane and many more forms of inherent autosymbolism of which is unrelated to waking life in most cases (other than when prescient or as a literal carryover).

This is additionally validated by the cell phone being in the fictitious location atop the couch where I had just otherwise had my head in reality prior to going to bed (thus my lucid dream self was focusing on the last place my physical brain was before being in bed in addition to thinking about communication through liminal space of which the cell phone represented).

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Morning of September 6, 2014. Saturday.



This was a series of three shorter typical dreams - after when I woke but fell into a fairly light sleep and a vivid dream state a short time later.

The telephone rings in real life and my wife answers. During that time I am sinking back into a dream state and am somehow aware that my brother-in-law is on the telephone, calling from America. Even though this is so unlikely as to be ridiculous to even consider the possibility, I am somehow convinced to a point where I try to wake myself more as I am certain of the conversation relating to him and his need to talk to me. Of course, I am wrong, and it was just the usual illegal marketing scam call-center call. Another day, another short circuit in dream “logic”.

The second dream is the typical “here I am at King Street in my old apartment” dream. I have not lived there for over twenty years. Of course my family is there as they are now and I have the usual concern that the landlord or landlady will realize we are using the apartment when it is supposed to be empty or I had been away for a very long time not paying rent. This time it is the northeast corner apartment and I am sitting on the floor near the south end of the room listening to music with a slight concern that our activity will alert the owners to our presence. My wife is sitting on the bed facing south and everyone else is in the northern area of the room. I do not question the short-circuiting faux “logic” of how we could possibly all live in one smaller apartment or why our possessions are somehow “still” there after us being supposedly absent or not paying rent for so long, but that is how it is. Interestingly, the usual liminal state of being in “both” places occurs for a time.

The third dream opens with me sitting on the middle of a couch in a smaller featureless room with at least three doorways - and I am aware of an unknown male. He is apparently a television producer or actor (or both) or at least someone related to work in television. He stands to my left. To my right, in walks Jonathan Frakes as he looked about twenty years ago. I had apparently played the president of Star Fleet or some such on at least a couple “Star Trek: The Next Generation” episodes or whatever at an earlier stage (even though I feel and sense that I am only about sixteen or seventeen years old) and am somewhat unsure of what is going to happen next (whether or not I am prepared) because I am apparently going to be in the same role in an upcoming new episode (even though the show has not been filmed for years), but I am confident and at ease, oddly enough. The studio seems to be located somewhere beyond to my right, but I remain seated on the couch. Everybody seems happy, but for some reason I ask them if they usually get along with each other. The response is not negative, but not all that clear either.

This is obviously a very small dream...But I'll still write it because yes.

[COLOR="#800080"]I was in my room(It was night outside) and the window was open.Me and my sister played some kind of game.I go check in the hall for some kind of monsters but then realize there is nothing.I try to call my mom but she doesn't respond to her cellphone and there are some kind of green things on the telephone.Then I ask my sister to call her,instead,she goes in the hall and checks for monsters and she comes back inside laughing saying : I saw a shadow. I desperately try to call my mother but when I type her number I hear a scream in the telephone. I ran to the couch and jumped on it and there is my grandmother asking me to call her again.I say no and I start to yell at her. [/COLOR]

That's pretty much it :|

* ADA + WBTB + MILD after 7hrs sleep this night. Was up for about an hour. Ate a banana and drank cup of herbal tea before going back to sleep.

I'm in a small living room but I don't recognize it. I'm mindlessly walking over to a table with an old answering machine that sits next to a telephone. I start playing the messages on the answering machine. Evil sounding noises start coming form the answering machine and I think to myself 'Evil' and I am suddenly very scared. I wonder how evil could have infected my answering machine. Suddenly I realize this doesn't make sense and I become lucid.

I test this by looking at my hands and predictably my hand looks distorted. It always seems to be a different distortion and this time the odd thing is that my index and little finger are only about an inch long while my other fingers are the normal length. I am positive I'm in a lucid dream now.

I make my way out of the room and down some stairs to the front door. I walk outside and looking up a hill is a large windmill. I try to do my lucid task of trying to run very fast. I think about running very fast up the hill. However I seem to be stuck and actually walking very slowly dispute my efforts to run.

My vision starts fading to black and I wake up.

DJ Log: November 18, 2012 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

(Note: This was a short dream into which I transitioned due to external stimuli. I have no recall of the previous dream.)

I am running through a dark room, trying to find the phone that is ringing. When I pass a doorway, I hear the phone ringing. I run in and pick up the handset but the line is dead, much like the scene in The Matrix when Cypher flips out and betrays everyone.

After a short moment, I hear another phone ringing. I turn around to find it and suddenly wake up to my cell phone ringing. My ring tone is the vintage Western Electric bell ringer.

DJ Log: October 14, 2012 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

(Note: This entry was written in my DJ notebook, but it never made it into the computer.)

I am on the phone with one of our vendors, discussing our price schedule and volume discounts. He is a bit indecisive on what percentage of discount to give for each group of items, so I offer a percentage and he agrees.

DJ Log: October 13, 2012 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

(Note: This entry was written in my DJ notebook, but it never made it into the computer.)/I][/COLOR]

I am walking toward a familiar beach with a couple of friends. The sky is a bit cloudy and it is a little cool out. As we get closer to the water, my friend says. “It's a bit cool for swimming, isn't it?” I reply, “I am not swimming. Watch this.”

I start running toward the water and when I reach the edge, I jump onto the surface of the water and start sliding over the surface like it's frozen. There are a few other people swimming and playing in the water. I slide for quite some time, then stop and look back toward the shore. My friend is standing there, dumbfounded.

I look up and see that there is a large chunk of ice hanging about 15' over the surface of the water toward the shore. Thinking that this is the ice that froze during high tide, I want to climb up and check it out. I glide back to the shore and my friend is standing at the water's edge, staring at me. I get to the edge of the water and he says, “You're starting to sink.” I look down and see that my feet are about 2” below the surface of the water. I step out of the water, then walk toward a set of stairs on the beach.

I climb the stairs to get to the upper ice layer. When I get to the edge, it looks kind of crumbly and unstable. I lift myself by the railings, then lower myself onto the ice. When I do, the ice breaks away under my weight. I go back to the stairs and go back to the beach. I look around for my friend, but he must have walked off.

As I'm looking for him, my phone rings. I reach into my pocket and pull out a flip phone. When I flip it open and look at the screen, there is an incoming call with no name and an IP address under it. I push the answer button and say hello, then I suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: May 25, 2012 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am chatting on IRC with several DV members when OpheliaBlue logs in and types something. The text is not visible, nor is it black on black because highlighting reveals no text. Just as I am typing her a message to let her know, my phone rings. I answer and it's OpheliaBlue on the other end of the line. She speaks what she is typing although there is no visible text in the IRC window.

For the first time I was speaking with my girlfriend on the telephone (though I do it constantly IRL it never happened in dreams before), and the whole time I slowly walk through my room. Looking out of the window I see an really beautiful landscape with grassy hills right in front of my house, an awesome deep blue and clear sky and huge snowy mountains just barely to be seen on the horizon, all the colors far more vivid than in reality. I said that I wanted to take a picture so I kept exploring through my room in search of my camera (I don't have one but I was searching for a specific camera I once had) and find that there is some shelf under my bed where I see an old mp3-player (one that's unfortunately broken). My girlfriend told me about a new friend of hers called Lisa (not actually true) and I noticed I have a fridge in my room (very similar to the actual one in the kitchen) and it felt like there was a second one as well. I opened it and brought some things into order, like some chocolate bars of which I tried one, and talked about one of these things to my girlfriend as well who said she did put it in there for when she's here next time (it was some strange strawberry stuff).

I'm sitting on a sofa. There is my mum, my brother and I. We are going through a catalog with some electronic equipment. As I focus on the pages I can see that those are vibrators for women. Well, I have pretty grown up relationship with my mum. However, I feel a bit uncomfortable. So as we are going through the pages and looking at different types I see that there is a computer in front of us with the same stuff on the screen. There are some presentation videos running. I can see strange pink vibrator, with some sort of blunt barbs. (I remember seeing similar barbs in one the documentary about steroids I watched the day before. Those barbs were there on liver as a kind of cancer. Probably projection into my dream). I am touching the barbs (its there now) and thinking how come it doesn't hurt woman. My mum agrees with me. The top of the vibrator has a flat, rectangular, vibrating "thing". I have a feeling that it is for clitoris stimulation. (At the top of the vibrator??). Then I can see some simple vibrators. My brother says that he has had enough. My mum says that she has had enough too, that she is fine with a simple one you spit on! (what??) I wonder what does she mean by that.

Now I am sitting by a table with my mum and my brother waiting for dinner. My brother is wearing simple gray gym top. From the way it looks, I have a feeling that my mum bought it for him. It could be a Christmas present. My brother says that our step mum is coming. (Not surprisingly I don't find it strange despite I don't have a stepmother). Suddenly, I hear a thick, deep sound similar to an airplane. It does surprise me a bit, but before I am able to think about it further, my grandmother appears. She says hi to me, to my brother. My mum is waiting if she says hi to her too. Suddenly, I can see some sort of floating icons above my grannies head. My mum starts touching them, as if she was adjusting some setting. Apparently, she pressed some wrong buttons as the operating language is different. At least I have the feeling. The icons are orange and round-ish. My mum changes the setting back to english. I think I was there, sitting and thinking how does it work.

(in following part, there are just segments as I have lost the order of them)

I go with George up the road to the chestnut trees. His mom finds a notebook. I wonder what is written in it. I can see pictures of our primary school classmate (Chlupacova).

Georges older sister is calling me that George's father committed suicide. Somehow I know that George did so as well not that long time ago. I am in my room, trying to calm her down. I try to reason to her why it may happened. He may have done it because of George committing suicide or also because he was stressed from work. I have the feeling that he was very stressed at work. Now I find myself sitting in their kitchen by the table. I can see George's mother cooking, and his sister is there too. I'm asking how they are dealing with it also in terms of money. Mother says that she already claimed death insurance. I look above her, there are phone-books at the top of the selves. That reminded me that she is as an insurance agent. I mention that her husband was recently promoted (meaning that she may get some more money because of that... this is very strange as I am not money oriented.) I am worrying whether they will cope financially. G mother is wondering how do I know about his promotion. So she stands there thinking how much she can get. I have a strange feeling about the two suicides and the death insurance)

There was also a dream about George and I jumping from a cliff to the lake, and when we got on the shore, we realised that we had our mobile phones in our pockets. I knew that it was has happened before, just the same. My phone was Siemens m35 just like I had when I was younger.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This dream was much longer, but I rated it so low in vividness because I can't remember most of the parts!

It was night time, and there wasn't much illumination from lights around the neighborhood. I was on the roof of my house. Because it was rather dark, I couldn't discern if the house actually looked like my house in real life, or if the dream had made something up. The roof was made of shingles, but instead of being three-dimensional, the shingles were flat as if they were just drawn on paper. I was crouching down with my elbows on my knees and looking around at the other houses. I looked down at the streets below, and then I looked to the right and saw my yard. It was about ten feet down from the rooftop. I stood up and jumped down from the roof, making no noise as I landed in the tall, overgrown grass. I looked around once more, and saw yellow light coming from a single square window in the wall of my house.

The yard was empty except for a pile of large, irregularly-shaped rocks in the corner. It was also fenced off by boards of neat, dark wooden fencing that were at least seven feet high. It looked, overall, like a normal backyard. Above the fence, in the distance, I could see the moon, which looked very bright. It was also larger than how the moon looks in real life.

In front of the fence, there was a metal stool. I walked over to the stool and stood up on it, peering over the fence. Now, beyond the fence, there weren't as many houses or streets as before. There was only one road extending straight towards the horizon, which was lit by a dim white light. A few houses were scattered here and there. I jumped up onto the top of the fence and fell off the other side, landing in a sort of hoverbike. It was flat on top, but underneath, it was very neatly carved out of metal. A small dot of a green light was flashing, sending a laser of light out towards the darkness. I took hold of the two handles and twisted the right one; without making a noise, the bike began to pick up speed.

No other cars or people appeared as I traveled down the road, but there were telephone poles on the sides every few seconds of travel. Instead of connecting to the one beside it, the wires would connect to the pole across the road. I was traveling at the same height as the high telephone poles, so whenever I'd get within a few seconds of hitting one, my vision would change. I'd now be seeing black, and a flat, white irregular line, like a lightning bolt. I'd have to lower the position of my bike so I wouldn't hit the lightning bolt, because this represented the pole. After all, one knows that if they touch an electrical pole, they'd be electrocuted.

The first two times this happened, I lowered my bike enough. The third time, though, the lightning bolt lowered along with my bike, so I drove right into it. My vision turned black.

But, I wasn't "dead". The dream only skipped a bit, and I was now in a city, in a central area where all the fast food restaurants congregate. The roads looked decrepit, but still useable.

I walked toward a McDonalds, which was clearly open because all the lights were on, and because I could see people eating inside. I can't remember what happened next.

Good morning, everybody. I remembered three dreams from last night. But I lost one between waking up and starting this entry.

The "new bacteria" dream is influenced by the NASA announcement about that newly discovered Mono Lake microbe that survives on arsenic instead of phosphorous. I also don't know why I thought in my dreams that bacteria aren't alive. I'm pretty sure it's viruses that are technically not alive or only half-alive.

Dream #1

I was at "my office," which was like the living room of a small house or cabin that might have been located in the woods. There were a few big windows on the walls, letting in plenty of light, possibly through thin, gauzy curtains. The day was probably cold and light grey.

My desk was near the center of the room. I was standing back from it a little bit at first. The desk was cluttered with all kinds of papers and things that looked like mechanisms for gathering data for ecological surveys.

The front door opened and either "my boss" or "a colleague of mine" walked in. He may have been a white man, strong-looking, with a big stomach and a huge beard. He may have been wearing some kind of plaid shirt, suspenders, and a broad-brimmed hat.

I had the understanding that I was probably going to be fired because I was doing a terrible job. I sat down at the desk and grabbed my lunch. I probably shouldn't have been eating at this time, but I decided to eat right now, and to eat like a pig, in defiance of whoever was going to fire me.

My lunch may not have looked much like food. It may have looked like machine parts, or, rather, just one small but chunky, metallic machine part. It was in a clear, Tupperware container about 35cm long, way too big for whatever the small lunch was. I may have been trying to eat the machine part with chopsticks.

I decided that if I was going to get fired for being lazy, I might as well be even lazier while I was waiting to get fired. I saw some kind of "mechanism" that looked like the metal-wound cord for payphone receivers. It may have been partly buried under a pile of papers.

I probably started whining and complaining about something that would prove I wasn't thinking about doing my job at all. I might have complained about some porn website that I couldn't get onto or some rock song that I wasn't able to turn on really loud. (But, now that I think about it, I may not even have had a computer at my desk.)

Dream #2

A view of various "bacteria." It was like seeing a lot of purplish, purple-blue, and pinkish, spidery or web-like shapes stuck in clear cubes like novelty plastic ice cubes.

The "cubes" were being moved before my eyes as if they were being displayed as part of a presentation. But they would often overlap, as if they were just random cubes of ice jangling about with each other in a glass of water.

I heard a voice talk about the bacteria and how they were a new kind of bacteria. They weren't really alive, or they were only half alive. But they had the ability to reproduce.

Night of October 29, 1966. Saturday.



I am involved in a seeming prototype (first version of a dream theme that appears in more complex forms later on, especially after moving to a new home) of what appears to be a variation of the (originally) Milton Bradley game “Operation” (which is fairly new at the time). It reminds me just a bit of the “nostalgic” noise and lights of a carnival on a much smaller scale (and according to some sources, actually was based on games in funfairs so maybe that is a typical association). The main distortion is that it has a red telephone (receiver only, but probably only about half the size of a real one) in a recess on the left side, nested on its side though does somehow become full-sized at times. (This may be from a distortion of the actual shapes relative to real game sections, which are somewhat reminiscent of a telephone receiver shape.)

I am not quite sure if the telephone allows you to somehow talk to the character in the game and receive information on his present status, but it seems a bit strange at times as if I am “expecting” an eerie “contact” at one point. No conversations ever ensue, however. My dream remains nonthreatening.

Interestingly enough, I did not live in a home with a telephone until 1978 (we never had a telephone all the years I lived in Florida and only my sister had a telephone in the Rose Street building in Wisconsin).