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    1. Stage Coach Ride and Dinosaurs

      by , 08-03-2018 at 07:24 PM
      Morning of August 3, 2018. Friday.

      Reading time: 53 sec. Readability score: 59.



      For my dream induction (deliberate entry), I decided to be in a stagecoach in primarily an afternoon setting. It is a relaxed and passive dream self incarnation. The sense of movement is very realistic at this stage of vestibular system correlation (a factor of all dreams at this level of consciousness, though typically related to flight). At times, ambiguity enters the sequence, and it almost seems like I am riding in a fast-moving car, including the external ambiance. I maintain the stagecoach setting as Zsuzsanna and our second-youngest son are seated across from me.

      I see dinosaurs through the window off to my left, including a triceratops, and cannot determine if the stagecoach is traveling through time or an animatronics display in what might be a ghost town (modeled after the “Gunsmoke” set). It seems “safer” to make it an animatronics display, though not as adventurous.

      I see an orange Volkswagen Beetle parked under low-set branches as if left there long ago. I think of it as “my” old car, but it is a false memory in part. In reality, I only had a big remote control model of one when I was a boy (that my father gave me for Christmas). It ran on real fuel. I mostly made it go in a circle in our big front yard in Cubitis.


    2. Watching Dinosaurs and Playing Around With My Own Skeleton

      by , 10-10-2015 at 11:39 AM
      Morning of October 10, 2015. Saturday.



      This is a set of three shorter dreams in which one shifted into the other with only partial wakefulness.

      The first involves being at an unknown location near a river bank. My wife Zsuzsanna and I are watching alligators swim through the water every now and then, just under the surface. A few other people are walking around. The alligators do not really seem threatening. Eventually I notice how a few of them look very different from normal alligators, though mostly around the head. I point out that it seems someone is apparently doing strange experiments with dinosaur DNA or possibly even living dinosaurs and alligators, as each alligator seems to have minor features from a known dinosaur, one having a head somewhat like a Tyrannosaurus, the other like a Styracosaurus, though flatter and more alligator-like. I even manage to pull the Styracosaurus alligator out of the water and partly onto the bank so that I can show people what I mean.

      After a partial awakening and back into sleep, my wife and children and I are back on Barolin Street, except that all of the houses north of ours (as in reality) are gone and the area is replaced by a large field of mostly short grass and which is bordered by a fence adjacent to the sidewalk. Only a few other people are around farther to the north.

      An unnaturally large Tyrannosaurus, probably about twice as large as any real one ever was, is walking about in the field as if being kept there by the small fence, which is only about the height of an average human waist. I see another Tyrannosaurus nearby, about three lots beyond the first one. In the back of my mind, I sense a part of myself contemplating how I will change my dream from an uneventful one into one where we are chased by the dinosaurs. (This vague awareness of making my dream in real time which also occurs with clearer awareness in indescribable abstract dreams has occurred since early childhood, though there is no hint of lucidity otherwise.)

      The Tyrannosaurus moves his head down, leaning forward, and smashes down the tiny fence with his head, as if the tiny fence was somehow keeping him in the field when all he needed to do was just step over it without even noticing. I find this scene somewhat comedic, pondering the seeming low intelligence of the creature. I tell everyone that we need to go back to our house, as the dinosaur is now loose. It is soon moving very fast in our direction though the other one seems to be considering which direction to go (as there are more unknown people to the north). We go onto our porch, though the door to the main entrance and hallway is locked. From here, I non-lucidly manipulate my dream by rewinding it, pausing it, and jumping about in terms of sections of previous events.

      In my next dream, we are inside the Barolin Street house, in the living room, I think. I am near the center of the room sitting on the floor. For some reason, I am practicing my firing of projectiles, which are actually finger bones from my hand. I somehow pop them out from my skeletal hand and fire them across the room (with a force that carries them to the wall, a few hitting a desk). I do this at least twelve times with all twelve of the phalanges of my right hand (not counting my thumb). I somehow continue with my left hand (not realizing it would not be possible as my right fingers are all gone). Looking down at my own skeleton, I see that I must have also already used some of my ribs at an earlier date. It is no problem, as I will eventually probably snap all my bones back into place later on.

      (This may have something to do with the difficulty we had in snapping together the life-sized Billy Bones model kit a few months ago.)
    3. Paper Dinosaurs

      by , 12-16-2014 at 06:16 PM
      Morning of December 16, 2014. Tuesday.

      Dream #: 17,529-02. Reading time: 46 sec. Readability score: 60.



      I am with my family in an undefined environment, though perceived as indoors. After a short time, I have a false memory of having been in the recent act of setting up something from a special book that is similar to a popup book, though far more complex and with expansion potential (which is not physically feasible - though there are “tricks” that are vaguely similar, such as the “newspaper tree”, “stepping through a card”, and the “polyhedral ball of cards”). I open the book on a table of a lower height.

      Two hollow paper cylinders are able to be pulled up from one page (left side of book spread), which seem to imply the legs of a tyrannosaurus. Other paper parts are able to expand out to signify parts of the skeletal system as well as the muscular system. The detail is quite defined and vivid with the subtle impression of Chinese paper lanterns (though again, quite complex and with multiple parts).

      There are a few other structures relating to prehistoric scenes that are present. Even though I am not lucid, my focus and ability to “complete” the expansion of these complex paper structures seems “perfect”, with no typical dream distortion of any kind. Even the thinness of the paper does not seem an issue, the shapes remaining as they should.




      Updated 12-28-2018 at 07:54 AM by 1390

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      non-lucid
    4. A Prehistoric Place

      by , 10-24-2004 at 03:38 PM
      Morning of October 24, 2004. Sunday.



      This was a fairly long dream, of which I have had many of this general plot all my life concerning isolated areas that are “still” prehistoric.

      I somehow end up in a “prehistoric world” (actually a fairly limited area within the normal world that is just very isolated and apparently “hidden” somehow), just by going underground or via an old basement and then going through a tunnel or different exit than usual. It is a prehistoric jungle - yet has some areas that are modern in terms of plant life in addition to the the fact that there are a couple seemingly abandoned buildings around. There is only a smaller area where it is completely prehistoric, although it seems difficult to find a way out of.

      I am not as wary in this dream as others of this type (some “fear” even seems insincere - instigated by my own forced perspective). I spend time inside the building on the first and second floors looking out for dinosaurs from different directions. The building was possibly a large school or office building at one time (perhaps associated with my elementary school or high school buildings). It also vaguely reminds me of a house we looked at in Brisbane when we were looking for a new place to live. The first floor is about sixteen feet high (sixteen feet being a recurring in-dream height reference since earliest memory), floor to ceiling. The building is made out of concrete blocks.

      I am very hungry and apparently had not eaten for a few days, and I somehow catch a reptile-like bird like a smaller pterodactyl on a stick with a hook. It makes a sound similar to a bat and is mostly orange, yellow, and green. After awhile, a tyrannosaurus must hear the “food” (and perhaps smell it) because it comes near the building. It smashes a small window above me but I am not all that concerned until I notice one area where the building is now “open” floor to ceiling (as if the layout had just changed) and sure enough, the tyrannosaurus can simply walk in. The dinosaur is not that big; only about twelve feet tall perhaps, and could walk around without bumping the ceiling. I warily feed the bird to the dinosaur (as it is still on the end of the stick) and run to a safer area where I can close a smaller door. There are a few hallways in that part of the building. I am then on the second floor and look out where there are many smaller tree branches sticking through certain windows. There are only a few moments when I am afraid. Again, as odd as it sounds, in many dreams of this nature, I have a strong sense of bringing this fear into myself on purpose to make my dream more interesting or movie-like. In fact, there are many dreams like this where I almost force the fear or fearful thing to come in so I can experience it, though other people do not seem to have (or at least admit to) this in-dream awareness. However, it is something I must comment on since it seems a main aspect of my dream-life, especially when young. (There have actually been dreams where I got more and more frustrated when a dinosaur or other “monster” did not appear right away, yet these were not lucid dreams.)

      Later on, a family and another group with them, crash into this prehistoric place in an airplane, although no one is hurt at all, or maybe they just landed normally (yet there is still an idea of an airplane crash as in the Tarzan origin). Even though I can understand what they are saying (as they are all speaking English) I speak only a very odd “caveman” language that is like a strange cross between Arabic and Swedish. I get along well with all of them and at one point, am romantic with an “unknown” girl who likes me (seemingly a younger version of my wife) - touching her hair, and so on, sort of like in those old Tarzan movies.

      None of the other people (including my “wife’s father" – he reminds me of an older actor I cannot quite remember) seem based on any people I have ever seen or heard of in real life. Oddly, I also have longer dirty blonde hair in my dream but in real life, have very dark hair. I am also much younger in my dream.

      There is also a point at which I seem to learn English fairly fast by telepathy (even though this seems like a pretense, as I already understood their conversations). I take some cereal (about three pieces of puffed rice) from one bowl and put it in another bowl (while doing some head pointing to the others’ heads and my own) to manually display the idea of telepathy, which another man understands and tells the one I am showing this to, at a table. So, by telepathy, I learn “their” language faster (again, even though I already know it). I guess this is all because I do not really like modern mainstream culture, and want to be set apart from it, especially in dreams, which seems the basis for this scenario.

      There is more dinosaur activity later on, and some hiding out, but no real fear. By walking in a certain direction now (a major in-dream situational change), we can just leave at any time, anyway. I wake as we start out on what seems like an old dirt road where cars had been recently.

      Again, I have had similar dreams like this all my life, even as a young child. The logic is slightly different, as my adult dreams of this nature usually do not have a large dinosaur appearing inside of a building when the doorways are normal size (although in this one, it is suddenly open).

      Looking back, the main idea of this dream does seem to be similar to "Tarzan” in that these people come to “rescue” me after knowing of the legend, perhaps for the money, or for friendship, or in the case of my wife for our (re)marriage.
      Tags: dinosaurs
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      memorable
    5. Time Gate (fascinating and life-changing outcome)

      by , 02-09-1991 at 08:09 AM
      Optimized 2 minute 30 second read.

      Saturday morning, 9 February 1991.


      Time Gate (fascinating and life-changing outcome)


      Dream # 8,818-01.





      Exactly three years after this dream, I arrived in Australia to meet with my real-world "dream girl."

      The beginning of my dream involves me becoming aware of the "sugar shack"/"old shack" dreams I had as a child that also had several inexplicable outcomes. In this case, the real-world Arcadia post office and the "sugar shack" imply the essence of a single location.

      The area is unlike waking life. It is more like an open field as I walk to the west. Despite the incorrect nature of the setting, I am near the Arcadia post office. I come to an area that reminds me of the isolated trellis I had deliberately used to leave the dream state many years previously. A large metal green fence seems to divide a mix of previous times from the present. I experience a vivid sense of timelessness. A mammoth, tyrannosaurus, and deer are all from different eras, but their life energy is intense and present.

      Behind the fence, I see a "realistic" growling tyrannosaurus and a grunting woolly mammoth as my dream becomes more vivid. There is a woman in black (a young Barbara Steele or the "mystery girl" or a mix of both), prehistoric deer and goats, emus, ornithomimosaurs, and various small animals.

      There are also a few robots in the "Magnus Robot Fighter" comic book's style. ("Magnus" is the name of the main character in "The Bermuda Depths" and the brand name of an electric organ that I often played when younger.)

      I have a vivid impression that something inexplicable is impending. I consider that part of the northern end of the "time gate" may be attached to the post office. I find a room resembling part of the King Street house - my L-shaped apartment (before I lived there in waking life).

      Susan R, a classmate, seems to be on a safari and exits a jeep with others and squats to study footprints.

      I hear a sudden stampede influenced by the Tasmanian Devil cartoons (where the animals run from him). Even so, it is far more realistic as I watch animals rush by the window, leaving a large dust cloud. The noise is incredible. I get a sense of being in Australia (where I had never been at that point) even though the setting is in Florida. The stampede means the "time gate" had been opened. I say, "Oh-oh." An unknown witness responds with "What?" as I again say, "Oh-oh." The post office building shakes.

      I go to the front entrance of the post office, wondering if the animals will destroy the building and if I will be safer somewhere else. I walk outside, and it now seems to be a quiet, sunny day. However, I turn around as a giant dove approaches me. It slowly walks from the building. It has a red heart symbol on its chest. I hold a burning sword, but I wake before anything else occurs.

      The dove from the post office reminds me of the American postage stamps featuring doves and heart symbols.

      As a boy, I was intrigued by coincidental patterns that emerged from different letter arrangements. A next-consonant, next-vowel continuity from JESUS is KITAT, LOVEV. When I tried it with my first and middle name, I got CLAUDECLARENCE, DMEAFIDMESIPDI, FNIEGOFNITOQFO, GPOIHUGPOVURGU, which I decided "might be" GPO I HUG PO VIRGO.

      After this dream (in March of the same year), Zsuzsanna and I communicated for the first time in waking life. We started regularly writing letters and talking on the telephone.

      Zsuzsanna is a Virgo, but I have zero interest or belief in astrology, tarot, or any other nonsensical system. (As a boy, I learned systems like astrology and tarot were wrong beyond the laws of chance, which I found odd.)

      The Postal Service issued its Love stamp booklet on Valentine's Day, February 1994, the year that Zsuzsanna and I married.

      I have recently recognized that the front fence of our home (same design with metal vertical bars) is a “miniature version” of the “time gate” of my dream. (The owner added the fence years after we moved here.)

      The birthplace of Zsuzsanna's mother is the antipode of the Arcadia post office. It is also antipodal to my place of birth (Punta Gorda).

      I was always puzzled (as a child) by how much a rotated Australia resembled North America - as if it was "on purpose."

      It is important to understand that our new fence appeared LONG AFTER my original image for this dream report.





      Updated 08-06-2022 at 04:56 PM by 1390

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      lucid , memorable
    6. Seeds of Life

      by , 11-09-1980 at 09:49 AM
      Morning of November 9, 1980. Sunday.



      This was a very long movie-like dream where I still played the main role. As such, I did not seem to be threatened at any point even though the basis is the end of modern civilization (which actually seems like a very positive thing in my dream in my own experiences), yet also a dawn of a seemingly better way of life. Several years after my dream, I enjoyed a song that came out with the same title as my original dream records, also called “Seeds of Life” - by Jan Hammer and by Chris Thompson, one of my favorite vocalists after Tony Carey.

      I somehow gain access to a way to have special seeds that grow quickly - almost like a “Jack in the Beanstalk” type connection (which seem to come to me by way of some sort of “divine intervention” so to speak), but more related to a type of world change. Sometime after this I grew fond of a song with the lyrics “here, here are the seeds”, which had a strong influence on my ideas at one point. I believe it was from an album called “Wind Woman”, but I can find no information on the Internet about it. In fact, there are a few albums that I really enjoyed and listened to a lot that I can find little or no information about, which is typical, really.

      Anyhow, wherever I throw a handful of seeds, large vines grow up and around buildings, and the city grows more and more jungle-like. After a time, many people start to focus on the negative implications rather than the concept of having so much food and additional shelter.

      I am in my old high school environment (in a small trailer, which was called a “portable” classroom) and eventually, dinosaurs somehow come about and walk through the new jungles. There are times when I clearly see the vines growing fairly quickly and am even “saved” by such an event when rapidly growing trees push aside people that are after me.

      At one point, I am arrested for all the trouble the seeds have caused (as I am the one who had put them everywhere). However, as I am in the police car, I “hear” a voice say “finish your job”, which is actually more like “feeling the shape of the words” rather than hearing the audio, similar to telepathy. I throw the seeds I have left, which are almost egg-like in shape and size. From there, the car is stopped by crashing into a tree that grows through the middle of the road. I escape from there. Eventually I am able to live high in the jungle branches and enjoy the view.
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      memorable
    7. Swimming with Plesiosaurs (House by the Lake)

      by , 11-07-1976 at 05:07 PM
      Morning of November 7, 1976. Sunday.



      Water induction autosymbolism commences. Water is dream state autosymbolism for the essence of sleep. The presence of the water in mid-afternoon is more beautiful than ever. It sparkles and radiates in the promise of healing and maximum well-being. Water is life.

      I had apparently come out from the water and that which had made me. There are several times when I open my eyes and squint due to the brightness of the sun directly overhead. The backyard of my Cubitis home has changed but I do not take that much notice to this. It seems I had fallen asleep in the backyard. The orange grove is not present. There is a large lake with islands rising in the distance as I gaze northward. Everything is so bright, well-defined, and vivid.

      It seems as if I am slipping back and forth between my real bed and this “bed” in semi-lucidity. In my illogical thinking, I am wondering which location is where I really am. Perhaps both are real. Perhaps both are an illusion. The backyard is no longer covered with green grass, but smooth white ovular stones of about the size of my hands. This is not uncomfortable.

      Eventually, when I hold my eyes open for a longer time, the head and neck of a very small plesiosaur, about the size of a cat, emerges from the lake about three feet from its shore. It has the grace of a swan. It sways somewhat as it seems to be watching me. Soon, there are a total of six. They all swim closer toward the shore, seeming curious of my presence. I am unsure if they are baby plesiosaurs or a miniature species.

      I eventually enter the cool wonderful water. I swim with these creatures in a smooth and enjoyable event. It is a wonderful and peaceful experience. It is as if I am seen as a part of their world and they are welcoming me, though I am still fully aware of my human form. Euphoria. Can you imagine anything better than swimming in cool pure water in the dream state? The brain and heart are both about 73 percent water. It is the unsullied expansion of the self to be within this depth in the dream state. We swim to the depths of the lake, but eventually this segment of my dream fades.

      In an offset dream, seemingly without waking fully, I now seem incorporeal. I am aware of a very large flatbed truck carrying our house to Wisconsin over a curved fictional highway beyond where the railroad tracks are in real life, to the east. I hover and watch the event. There is a vague focus on the house falling off this large truck as it makes a turn but I subliminally choose not to will this to happen, even after my dream resets and the scene repeats. It goes around a curve near a high embankment. I feel a sense of amusement as if I can shape the outcome in any way I choose.



      Years later, there was a highway in real life in that same area (though no lake or backyard of smooth white stones was ever a feature to this day). Although there had been talk of widening the highway (which has never happened to this day), that was regarding the original Highway Seventeen beyond our front yard to the west. I found it quite odd that the highway instead was built as in my dream. I never considered that this would actually happen.



      Last reviewed on Friday, 4 May 2018.


      Updated 05-03-2018 at 06:45 PM by 1390

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