Blue_Opossum

Morning of January 20, 2019. Sunday.

Dream #: 19,025-03. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



My conscious self identity is absent. I am unsure of my implied age, but I am back in Cubitis where I have not lived since 1978. I remain in my bedroom. It seems to be late morning.

A gray military jet flies over the house from north to south. Its flight path is so low that I can see the details of its underside. However, my viewing of it would not have been possible in reality, as I would not have been able to see its path above the roof of the carport let alone through the north windows of my room from a distance. (Only orange trees and not much sky would have been visible.) There is likely the common but indirect x-ray vision perception in dream space. For a short time, there is also the vague awareness of windows to the south (a fictitious feature). This event happens a second time. I have no recall of my parents or their passing or my current life.

Later, I look out the west windows. There are several random vehicles parked north of the house, moved from their original locations, possibly because of roadwork and perhaps the construction of commercial buildings. (The area is more like part of a city rather than being rural as it was in real life.) The work seems to be occurring quickly, because when I look out the window again, our front yard has a line of vehicles oriented from northwest to southeast, ending close to where the windows of the southwest bedroom would have been. It is ridiculously intrusive, but I do not feel stress.

The first vehicle (closest to Highway Seventeen) is a white semi-trailer truck with its trailer, facing away from the house.

A blue USA mail van is one of the vehicles closest to the house (though the closest one remains unseen), facing towards it. There are several other vehicles, mostly commercial, though there is a dune buggy near the mail van as well as a cement mixing truck. I notice that the front yard is completely paved over (as with a parking lot) rather than being a lawn. Although this seems curious and unfamiliar, I do not question anything. I anticipate that the trucks will probably soon no longer be present. In a short time, the work will continue south, and the front yard will likely be lawn again as well.

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Vestibular system correlation is not inherited here but projected, as my infra-self remains passive. The jet flies over my bedroom twice, but the process does not match my illusory state of awareness, resulting in the manifestation of enigmatic space rendering as a parking lot, displaying how my physical body does not move as I sleep.

The mail van is possibly a factor of the interconsciousness, yet may also only (or additionally) represent communication between my dream self and conscious self identity as showing me my body is “parked” in bed. (I am in bed in my dream looking out my windows.)

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Morning of December 30, 2013. Monday.



My dream takes place in a mostly true-to-life version of our house in Brisbane on Stadcor Street in Wavell Heights. We have not lived there for years. My immediate family is as it is now in my dream, though. It is probably mid-morning. There are a few people visiting, but they had all been in the backyard; including my sister-in-law at a much younger age (when my brother first met her), my wife’s sister-in-law, and possibly others. My wife and the two of them are walking around in the backyard without a top on, but this is extraordinarily uneventful, as it solely seems to relate to breastfeeding their babies. They seem to be going around the side via the driveway, though, which would be more in public view from the street.

I become aware of the noise from a semi engine in front of our house. As I am not fully dressed, I want someone else to check it out while I mostly remain in the small hallway near the kitchen. My oldest daughter Amelia eventually goes to the living room and out to check what the person may want.

I hear a man talking for what seems like a long time as the semi is still idling. It seems fairly vague in what is implied at that point. I am not lucid, but there does seem to be several “practiced” changes and repeated shorter scenes relating to changing ideas during that time (as with many of my dreams). The possible elements relate to…

1. A normal parcel post delivery for my oldest daughter.
2. Some sort of police investigation relating to safety checks of “suspicious packages” during the holidays (of which I have seen a few shows on television where they find and investigate suspicious packages).
3. A very large delivery for my family and I (filling the whole semi trailer), including a larger Christmas tree, decorations, and possibly furniture, which seems a bit strange and I am somewhat annoyed at possibly having to help move it all, as there is likely only the one driver.& This being the case, it may also relate to some sort of party for lonely single people relative to a charity(?) being at our house for some reason. I guess such is my “duty”.
4. Someone who is lost and looking for directions.
5. Someone to collect a package that was recently delivered to our house by mistake and is actually for the next-door neighbors.
6. An investigation over a package that we somehow (possibly) attained wrongfully, like with a fake or stolen bank account or some such or from a business that is under investigation (for “knockoffs”, that is, cheap fake copycat products of known brands).

Eventually, my dream becomes more stable and a scenario regarding number one and number four above is what finally “fades in” as the actual continuing dream elements. I look out and see my oldest daughter standing near the semi cab. The man (of about forty years of age) is driving a mostly allover darker purple semi. (Purple symbolically represents the deepest level of conscious awareness, seemingly the portal to the supraconscious, being 400 nanometers at the physical level - so part of this may be about “delivering” forms or ideas from the “darker” less-explored domains into wakeful awareness). The man, as well as giving my daughter her parcel, explains that he is looking for his new residence, as he has recently moved to the area. It is actually Pilliga Street (in exact orientation from our house) that he is moving to, but it changes to Thistledown Street in my dream, which is in Tinton Falls, New Jersey, USA (possible tentative plays for no particular reason on “down” of Thistledown and “falls” as well as “new” of New Jersey). Apparently there is also a Thistledown pub he will be living near and it seems to be a small apartment for a single male, although in real life, the New Jersey address in the USA is actually occupied by a new condo (built this year) for about $2,000 a month (twice our rent for this dump, ha, but about four times bigger).

This had a partial layer of precognition (as usual) in that my oldest daughter did get a delivery via truck a bit after my waking (no way of me knowing) and spent some time “talking” and laughing later (on a forum) about a purple aspect of something she got. Also, tonight, my wife ended up talking to a woman she somewhat knows (she calls “the cat lady”) who had gone to a charity Christmas party for “lonely single people”, so that is three minor facets of composite precognition, which is pretty standard from day to day.

Purple is not usually that dominant a color in my dreams relating to the environment (such as lager objects, houses, vehicles, and so on). However, more developed tulpas and “higher entities” often wear purple and white in near-equal combinations of gossamer (which is my most visually striking color combination). I did buy my wife a purple and white set years ago and she looked fantastic and dreamy.