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INT. TUNNEL - NIGHT

I drive into a dark tunnel through a mountain or under a river. The power must be out. I hear a voice announcing over the radio or telepathically in my head: "There is a UFO overhead." (I.e., in the sky over the tunnel.)

I become LUCID but I sense I'm not very deeply asleep and I don't know what to do with the lucidity anyway (not having made a clear plan beforehand), so I pull myself awake. What a waste of consciousness!

Morning of May 26, 2017. Friday.



My dream’s setting seems to be of the Barolin Street house (where we have not lived in years) and the street. However, the area is also modeled after Cubitis in some ways (including the large backyard and beyond). This makes the directional orientation unresolvable (that is, the Cubitis backyard would be east, but as Barolin Street, west), but I will base it on the Cubitis region.

There is some sort of unusual event perceived to be in the distance to the east. My wife Zsuzsanna is carrying a shotgun (which is curiously the first time I have seen her with a shotgun in my dreams, including as the “mystery girl” in early childhood). She heads toward the backyard after leaving the house. I assume she perceives danger.

I look to the east horizon. I first see a number of what appear to be normal airplanes. Later, they appear to be duplicates of the Flying Sub (from the “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea” television series, which I have not seen in a long time). They are approaching our direction. I am not sure if it is an alien threat, the American military, or both. We go inside.

Later, looking out from our front porch, I watch a couple strange objects move through the sky from north to south. Something is fired in my direction but misses. Even so, I have no fear or even wariness. An unusual cannon rises from the ground directly in front of our house. It is a vertically-oriented cylinder but the cannon opening is on the curved side rather then the end (which would be the top here). (I do not consider how wrong this design is.) Bursts of partly visible transparent “bullets” emerge as it rotates (starting from the south and turning towards our porch). Even though the bullets are eventually moving towards me, I do not react and remain unharmed. (This is liminal dream control as my dream self has no awareness of the dream state).

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The flying subs are probably a residual link to water induction, which is my main type of dream state induction since early childhood as water symbolizes the dynamics of sleep (and the dream state) in real time, though the fact they are flying is a shift towards waking symbolism - in fact, this scene could be the representation of event horizon waking symbolism (actually utilizing the horizon symbolism in this case) which is basically what the majority of dreams are rather than having “interpretations” by way of the usual misuse of the word.

I would not be surprised if the “impossible cannon” is some sort of skewed phallic symbolism based on the ambiguity of my dream self standing up in my dream whereas my real physical body is horizontal. There have been many times when a dream’s ambiguity seemed based on distortions of combined dream self orientation and real physical body orientation and some people believe this is what causes falling dreams (with hypnopompic jerks), which are purely biological.

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Headlights fly by as the rain patters lightly on the windows. The passing of which I've always found to bring back a sense of passing time, reminiscent of what'd I imagine it feels for the passing of stars. Our very own sun, cognizant of its own gliding through the deep expanse of outer space.

There is a driver at the wheel, but the sky is dark and her face remains in shadow. An accompanying sense of familiarity falls over me though. Only one could bring this sense of comfort. Mel. My eyes dart to the left and right, looking for anything out of the ordinary that might be in the sky. An age old habit. One acquired by watching far too much of Star Trek and the X-Files in my youth. Or does it predate that? Does it have some basis in the actual collective memory reality of our species? Perhaps there is a reason we look to the skies. Something deeply embedded within our collective unconscious, the return of the holy feathered serpent of our world's mythologies. Quetzalquoatl, Nehebkau, or perhaps the Chimeras depicted on the hieroglyphs of ancient cities.

Then I spot it. A streak in the sky. Gliding like a banner in the wind, rippling up and down like a wave. A white light radiates outward from its body, lighting up the night sky in the distance. That is it. The feathered serpent. A radiant white chinese dragon, even more beautiful in real life than portrayed in their artwork. Natural and fluent. God-like. Truly a spiritual being beyond anything of earthly realms, but there it is right before my eyes. Does Mel see it? She doesn't seem to notice.

"Mel, do you see that?"

She looks to the right and seems to spot it, but no words come from her mouth. Speechless it seems.

What is that? Another one. Wait, no. Two. Three. Four? Several of these serpent-esque beings fluttering through the sky. That one actually has wings and almost appears to be a gargoyle. Wow, amazing. Something attracts my gaze on the left. Holy mother fucker. What the FUCK is THAT?

A gargantuan entity emerges from the woods on the left side of the highway. Enormous, unearthly, a beetle like being of epic proportions. Its eyes burn with fire. This isn't a threatening being, however. Merely powerful, wise, ancient. It remains still, hovering over the road, observing the surroundings. Is it even living? It could almost be the entrance or the stone guardian of a holy temple - a gateway into the underworld. Into the world beyond the scope of human comprehension, veiled to us by our rigid intellect and desires for power.

I am entering the realm of the Gods.

Or at least some hidden plane. Beings surround our vehicle. Is there even anyone else on the road? Discs fly through the air. My god, these again. Classic saucer UFOs? Those things only appear in my dreams. Wait a sec... Duh. I'm in a dream. Wow, this is intense. Can I even get a handle on this one? There are living spirits all around me.

The sky fills with saucers and spirits, winged serpents with their white light fill the sky. These could have even been interpreted as angels in some cultures. From the distance the resemblance to chinese dragons and angels is hardly distinguishable. Regardless, their power can be felt from miles away, even as they sore high above the Earth. Such an alien power, impossible to say whether as to its benevolent or not. It is just so foreign to our own sense of self.

You're losing track of things, M. This is a dream. Remember not to be drawn in to its splendor. The distraction of your mind's own creative power. This is a dream.

Then why can't I control anything? The usual techniques are not working. No power of flight, no time/space manipulation or ability to alter the entire emotional feel of the setting. This is strange. Is it a dream..?

Wait, that's Mel's brother. I'm in her house. Was I sleep walking? Kid looks like he's about to puke. Either that or he's just really stoned. Neither would be uncommon for him. Hmm, my vision is blurry. I must have taken out my contacts. Definitely sleep walking.

"You okay, DJ?"

"Hah, man. You're totally fucked."

What could that mean? He points at the floor beneath my feet. I stepped in something. A puddle. Okay? DJ holds up a small vile.

"No fucking way. Did you spill that on the floor, dude?"

He starts laughing. You've got to be kidding me. I've been dosed completely by accident. Jesus Christ, how often does this have to happen to me? That is far too much acid in one spot for a safe trip. In no time I'll be going ape shit. God fucking damn this kid. Oh well, there is no stopping it now. I might as well accept what's about to ensue.

Everything is warped. Waving. The walls are alive. "Throbbing with energy" as Terence McKenna says. It has begun. The onset is surprisingly slow. The buzzing rises through my ears, disintegrating my surroundings. I feel the sun. I feel another environment. Where is this? I know this place, I have been before. Though I am accustomed to its flavor, the taste of deja vu is beyond uncanny. Is this still Mel's house? Is this reality? Was it ever? Don't forget, the questions don't matter. Illusions, merely fabricated by our minds to prolong the discovery of truth. There is no stopping this though. I have been thrown into the pool, regardless of my preparation to swim. Entheogens don't hesitate. This is all or nothing and now the walls are coming down. Light begins to seep through the cracks. The environment shifts. A wall to my right now. I am lying down. Windows to my left.

Is this.. my bedroom?

I have re-emerged, back into the so-called "real" world. The collective memory reality. The ingestion of a psychedelic substance within my dream consciousness transitioned me back into waking consciousness. No matter how many times I have experienced that it will never cease to prove fascinating. The human brain truly is a receiver, capable of tuning into a multitude of channels across the cosmic radio. Switch one neural receptor on, another off, and you're broadcasting at an entirely new frequency. Receiving, broadcasting, the difference is the same. Both a generator and receiver of consciousness, filtering the endless waves of quantum energy through the intricate networks of evolutionary design.

Is this reality any more real than the one I was just experiencing? I noticed no gaps between my perception. It was but a continuous flow. Sleeping into waking. What is different? What was ever different? Is the reality tunnel we send our gaze through any less relevant there than it is here? When all is said and done, life is just a memory after all. An ephemeral thought. A dream.

[Sunday, December 2nd, 2012]
(I'm going to start recording again.)
Me and Alex were walking around at dark somewhere.
Two bright white discs appeared in the sky and began to vaporize the area with razor-like lasers.
Me and Alex ran... and my recollection of the dream stops there.

As I've transferred these from my physical dream journal to this online one, I've noticed I have several objects that have appeared in my more vivid dreams.

Tables - usually metallic or gurney like
Gray or metallic rooms
Chairs
Dim lighting

In all three: Golden Dream, UFO dream, and Mel Gibson Saved Me, as well as the Pelican Dream & School, these have these elements.

When I enter the astral world (?) in Becoming Golden, I am in a dimly lit grayish room with three metallic tables. When I wake in my Mel Gibson dream, I wake upon a table. In the UFO dream, while there are no tables, the room itself is metallic. The man I met in the 'void' is also a silver, metallic form.

Chairs and gurneys are in the School/Pelican dream. Chairs are also in the UFO dream.

Any ideas on symbolism or the connections? :erm:

Date: 09-05-10
Length: 1 Day
Vividness: 10/10

I was in a hotel room with my two sister, Marin and Manon.
Dakota and my mom was there too.
I stepped out of bed and kept telling myself this was a lucid dream... I just knew.
I made a bunch of things come off the wall and made glass plates float.

It was night time, but I decided I didn't want to go to bed, so I pointed my finger at where I thought the sun would be, and dragged it upwards to make it into day time.
These UFOs began to descend from the sky and I could tell it was my sub-conscience trying to scare me out of my lucidity.
I pointed and them and turn them into unicorns, problem solved.

I began walking around town with this one guy telling him that I could control everything.
I stole some fruits nearby by launching some fruits off the tables into my hand.
I walked into a restaurant and looked up onto a hill where suddenly, a huge explosion happened.

I told myself "When I walk through this door, I'm going to end up at the explosion site".
When i got there, I went into a barn and told myself that when I turn the corner, Marin will be there.
I turned the corner.. But she wasn't there, however I did hear footsteps.
I called Marin's name and I heard her answer.
I went inside the shack where the sound came from, and Marin and her friend were there.
I told her about my ability of controlling everything and she asked if we could go to our Thousand Oaks home.
They held on to my hand and when we opened our eyes, we were in this weird house.
I searched around and saw this one girl sleeping a room.
She ran out when she saw me.

The phone rang, saying they had a mission to go on, and I came to the conclusion that my dad and his friends were a team like the Order of the Phoenix.

I woke up.

-frenchblablabla