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    1. Confusion in the Candy Factory

      by , 04-11-2016 at 10:11 AM
      Morning of April 11, 2016. Monday.

      Dream #: 18,011-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.

      My dream is a science-fiction scenario, but it seems as if I am in a movie. It may be taking place in the present but with fictitious technology. I am with an unfamiliar girl and an unknown man. There is a teleportation system. The girl has a black spider pillow (about the size of a couch cushion) that looks somewhat cartoon-like. There is a teleportation mishap.

      I am lying on the ground in the woods with the two others. The girl is sleeping to my right. Most of the legs had come off (or had been cut off by the teleportation malfunction) of the spider pillow (a play on my dream self not having real legs). It briefly squeaks as if it is alive or is a robotic pet, but this idea fades, and it is only a pillow.

      Instinctual awareness of being asleep (the pillow, sleeping in my dream, and quantum Zsuzsanna sleeping near me) does not trigger conscious recognition I am dreaming. (My waking-life identity is absent.) I wonder what is going on. (As a spider visually represents the human hand, this is a possible play on having my hand on or under the pillow while sleeping.)

      Another teleportation malfunction occurs. It seems to be part of a spying technology but goes awry. We end up in a candy and confectionery manufacturing building in New Jersey.

      We wander around while the girl seems to have breathing issues. An older woman who behaves like a housekeeper on an old American sitcom gives her something that I first thought might be candy but is medicine. It takes place in a big room where numerous long wooden tables are in an equidistant arrangement.

      My attention wanders to where I try to find something in a big telephone book (seeking communication while in the dream state). I search through the yellow pages, but I am uncertain if this is what I should be doing. Soon, I seem to find what I had intended to see more of - movie listings. The print on the small movie posters is so little as to be unreadable. The features are on two panels shrunk down and rotated to be displayed lengthways. It seems to be because movie posters and theater scheduling information is not as important as residential and business listings.

      I mentally magnify the page to read some of it, but soon realize I am doing it without a magnifying glass. As an illogical consequence, my sight returns to normal, and I cannot read the tiny print. I realize I need to find a magnifying glass, but I do not see one.

      I am in the Loomis Street house living room, but I still see it as the candy factory. Long chunks of dust hang from various areas of the ceiling and walls. It seems no one does any cleaning. I consider I should vacuum the rooms even though I am not an employee. On another level, it seems natural that more and more dust should accumulate.

      Updated 07-26-2020 at 05:32 PM by 1390

    2. Commanding Wind and Dust

      by , 07-11-2015 at 05:57 AM
      Morning of July 11, 2015. Saturday.

      It seems that my family and I are at an unfamiliar and unknown campground (and no name is perceived that I remember). Over time, some sort of unusual phrase seems to dominate the back of my mind in this possibly fictional location. It is something like “dust comes from the dirt weasel” or something similar. It does not seem to relate to an actual weasel or any other animal. At one level, it may relate to the link between “dust devil” and “Tasmanian devil” (cartoon version when relevant to spinning and creating a miniature tornado) and my association with my childhood “Wild Weasel” dream.

      Mostly, there are two males that seem imposing. I am not certain of their intent. I somehow control movements of wind and dust (at some points, as an actual dust devil) to keep them back. One man seems particularly intent on possibly getting to us, and his motives are likely destructive or at least problematic, but I manage to hold and control whatever forces (which control the wind and air-blown “streams” of dust) are pushing him back. He never gets past this implied barrier, though the forces vary from strong to very strong to light enough so that he is able to move one step forward (though always moves back a step). Wind and dust both usually relate to the passage of time.
    3. The Rose in the Prism

      by , 02-06-1972 at 08:06 AM
      Morning of February 6, 1972. Sunday.

      This was one of my more vivid and seemingly meaningful dreams of this time period. It had a profound long-lasting mood and added color and introspection to several days that followed. It seemed to have a very distinct feel to it, somewhat like “Picture It, Strangely” (September 26, 1969). As with that dream I tried to make a more coherent story after the original documentation, but of course, due to the surreal nature of dreams, “proper” stories are highly unlikely unless much content is removed, which kind of defeats the purpose of dream study in the first place. In the way that a dream uses composites, unusual or unlikely associations, time shifts, illogical or impossible events, linear stories are not typically feasible.

      I am in my fifth grade class on seemingly the last day of school. It also seems to be the morning of a weekend. Danny H is standing in front of the class and is given a special award. It is a fully transparent vertically rectangular prism, somewhat like a small column; a crystal with a red rose inside. However, this award seems to be some sort of “put-down” or sarcastic act of some sort (or perhaps a gag gift related to his feminine nature) rather than a sincere gift or award to him (and I perceive that a couple of our classmates are even snickering, including John C). For some reason, I mostly seem to be standing to Danny’s left (facing south and viewing the rest of the class) though my classmates do not really acknowledge me. The enclosed rose seems perfect and “frozen in time”. It is vaguely somewhat like the concept of an insect in amber, I think.

      Danny H, though, seems very cheerful and appreciative and says “Thank you”. A short time later, he says “it’s dusty” and blows on it a bit.

      Suddenly, a great wind filled with dust overcomes the class. All of a sudden everyone is much older. Everyone has aged to such an extreme, it seems like they are close to death. They suddenly all appear to be seated at a large rectangular wooden table in a business office (though bilocated in the fifth grade class via one viewpoint) and it seems to be the distant future and everyone is sort of gray all over and covered with dust (in a somewhat unrealistic way, as if they had not moved for fifty years though while still remaining alive). Oddly, I seem to be “swept” from the scene, remaining my own age, but still viewing everything. I am aware that Susan C had been working in real estate much of her life (which turned out to be precognitive).

      It should be known that wind almost always represents the passage of time in my dreams, often in a precognitive sense. The rest of it likely represents my somewhat disconcerting transition to middle school.

      Updated 06-20-2016 at 02:21 PM by 1390