Blue_Opossum

Morning of July 22, 2015. Wednesday.



This title is not that relevant - as the cat itself does not glow, but for some reason it just came into my head as the title (and who am I to “argue” with self-titling excursions into the surreal).

Yet again my dream alters the features and layouts of real locations. This time our bed that is in real life in what would otherwise be the dining room (head to the west) is now in the front computer room, which is adjacent to our older children’s rooms; the head to the east (though feasible, not that likely to be as such - especially as our oldest son’s room has a window in his wall into the room). At the same time, the computer desk is near the window (where the bed was).

I “realize” that I am at 611 North Monroe Street (in America), which I rarely dream about anymore, especially considering I have not lived there since early 1968 (before moving to Cubitis off Highway Seventeen). My cat Tiger (long gone in reality), an orange tabby, is walking about. I “realize” that I am about seven years old but am concerned that Tiger has stepped in paint and is tracking it around the room. He is hesitant and shaking each leg in rotation, just as in reality when a cat steps in questionable liquid. However, the footprints are like a light and almost like a “hole” as well, somehow.

I “remember” after the tracks are giving off an annoying amount of light, that I can “turn off the footprints” (that is, anything glowing in the room) with a special light switch. I move my hand around to feel for it but cannot find it. I vaguely also recall (real memory) that there is a stack of about six or seven comic books on the left side of the toilet tank in the bathroom and am wondering if they will be knocked into the toilet as a result of the cat’s actions. I am trying to remember if this already happened at a previous time and if as such they had been there for several days thus far (which makes no sense of course).

The cat walks up the wall, leaving an even pattern of footprints (which start to look more like upright five-pointed stars than cat paw prints), almost to the ceiling. “Come down from there,” I command. The animal comes down and starts purring very loudly on my chest but seems eventually to be my own breathing (and likely Zsuzsanna’s as well).

My thinking falls into the slightly abstract. I realize that a “star pentagon” is not a pentagon at all but a decagon (as it has ten sides and angles, not five sides and angles). I feel a strange uneasiness over humanity being “wrong” yet again, then realize everything in the world is misnamed and misunderstood anyway, so it does not matter that much.

I approach three (unknown) girls in somewhat plain dresses (sitting on the floor in the form of a triangle for the most part) who seem to be speaking Portuguese and involved in an occult ritual. There is unexplainable luminosity in the setting. Looking more closely, I see they are actually playing Jacks. However, looking again, I see the game box looks suspiciously like some sort of ritualistic system with the box shaped like a hexagon. I then confirm this by the fact that, even though they are playing Jacks, it is on a hexagram painted carefully on the floor. Then I get annoyed once again as I realize that the “hexagram” is actually a type of dodecagon, as it has twelve angles and twelve sides, not six angles and six sides.



“No one knows what anything is,” I say calmly. One of the girls (to the left and closest to where I am standing) turns and looks at me curiously though smiles in understanding and seeming familiarity (with a vague thought she is my wife when much younger). She says, “A minha estrela guia” (“my guiding star”) and I am not sure if she means me or the game piece (Jack) she is holding. Then I realize she may not have said “A minha estrela guia” but “I’m in Australia”, which sounds the same (and it slowly dawns on me that this is yet another “missed clue” or “confirmation”, of millions, about finding Yin incarnate, yet I recall I already have).

I feel slightly nervous and enter a more luminous state of “quivering” (where the foreground and background quickly shift inversely to each other) and see a large electric fan (all white, including the blades) where the rotary keeps changing in diameter, smaller and larger, but somewhat randomly. The fan blades sometimes curve out as if in attempt to touch or at least reach me (with a perceived sense of care and compassion, not as a threat). The imagery shifts in unusual ways. Every now and then, a small narrow crocodile head emerges (again, with no sense of threat, and the mouth remains closed) horizontally and evenly from the center and is seemingly pulled back in. Other things the spinning fan blades become is a cycad palm, a sunflower, and some sort of floral kaleidoscopic design. I watch it for quite some time (with a vaguely perceived buzzing) and eventually shift into a dream where Steve J (an old classmate) and I are walking just below rafters on roof support beams and ceiling joists in a large building. The rafter patterns become more and more complex. This last part, Zsuzsanna says she also dreamt of - though she was the one walking mainly on the hanging beams (without any actual reason or prior cause to dream as such, though this shared dreaming happens fairly often). (However, I did have a lot of similar dreams when about thirteen.)

Morning of September 3, 2014. Wednesday.



This was a typical “I cannot assemble it” dream where almost every possible wrong result occurs at one point or another; a recurring theme but with the dreams themselves usually quite different - but usually long and monotonous. Sometimes they have “resets” (with variant repeats) two or more times in a night which then seem to go on for several hours.

The location seems to be a larger version of the Barolin Street house. An unknown East Indian male of about twenty-five has brought a metal floor fan package to our house, possibly as a Christmas present, as I have a vague perception of a Christmas tree in the background at one point. However, it is possibly a present for a relative of mine (even though it seems we will sometimes be using it as well) - he just wants me to assemble it first. What follows is pure tedium.

Some of the events that occur and repeat in various ways include:

Screws and smaller pieces falling from one of the hollow cylinders. Trying to work out which part is connected to whatever other part. Having an awareness that some of the parts may or may not be missing. Looking around for any instructions which did not seem to come with the box. Putting parts together and then realizing it is wrong and having to dismantle the parts again. Finding a piece that appears to be broken or made wrongly, but not being sure it is. Realizing that the product is probably just junk and not feasible as a working appliance.

The other male eventually seems pessimistic about his purchase and mentions something a few times about returning it, but I do my best to try to resolve the issue by assembling the metal floor fan as correctly as possible; parts which seem to be for a rather large and high one (perhaps too high for the intended room). Near the end of my dream, I have two larger hollow cylindrical parts together (one partly within another) and seem to be making progress, but there is a wobbly miniature-cage-like section that sort of partly hangs from near the middle by the implied power and speed control buttons. I have a concern about someone being electrocuted if it is not assembled properly. (The connected sections also seem to be a foundation for a fan that would stand too high to be of any use.) One of the last things that happens is that more screws of various lengths and a few other smaller metal pieces slide and fall out from the inside of what I had pieced together thus far.

There is a scene where there is broken glass on the floor, potentially hazardous - one piece being fairly large and jagged. I hand a larger piece to the other male and he deposes of it. It came from a drinking glass that had fallen from a table earlier, I think. (Another recent dream featured broken glass - dreams for me often repeat one aspect or feature in a completely different scenario, but often only once or twice.)

One other situation involves looking for the instruction booklet now and then. At one point, it appears we have finally found it, but it turns out to be some sort of catalog or promotional guidebook showing the entire product line of the company, mostly industrial appliances. I get the idea of assembling it from looking at the box, but that does not help either due to all the atypical internal parts.

There are a lot of ways to look at this dream. I am not really a fan of typical dream symbolism or alternate meanings (pun intended) unless specifically personally obvious, as this type of dream seems mostly a result of a focus on attempting to build something without the reasoning abilities which dreams usually lack and as such - may not even have any deeper meaning - many people make the mistake of thinking all dreams have “messages” or deeper meaning when many do not (and likely most if you do not do actual dream work or have a “direct line” to dream memory or layered associations, which almost always - at least for me, have impersonal and quite trivial precognitive, postcognitive, or the usual remote-viewing elements - a vestigial aspect I have always believed in from the overwhelming proof, from when the once natural “universal awareness” that animals, even insects have - in being too much to absorb for day to day mundane tasks for humans - thus this universal awareness eventually changed to include other levels of mind (including what some people call the subconscious, which is not a static system as often promoted but dynamic, and as such I do not believe in what people usually call the “subconscious” by reference and supposed aspects of such) - though while still having potential for supraconscious links).

In other words, and somewhat obviously - trying to build or assemble something in a dream (even a vivid one) is automatically (and quite naturally) much the same as trying to assemble something while utterly inebriated and only using half a brain, so any “failure” in such a dream means not much more in terms of the real world than my amazing stunts of success - where I once brought Earth back into its proper orbit with bottle rockets tied down over the highway (though that does remain one of my favorite childhood dreams).

Again, some plays one might see typically: “not having any fans” (or not making fans), “concerned about glasses being broken” (I do not wear or need glasses), “seeking instructions” but being shown only advertising of ideas not needed by present company, “power being caged in” (or variations of control or higher power being caged), and several others.

On an additional note, as a fan often represents the Merkaba (or a half of the Merkaba) it could also relate to wasted lucidity potential.