Blue_Opossum

Morning of September 24, 2019. Tuesday.

Dream #: 19,272-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min 30 sec.



Precursory: I am aware I am in bed at our present address though I do not perceive the room with coherence even though it is a vivid dream. My head is downward (though I am sleeping on my left side) though I have no perception of any other body part yet. My mouth is not against the mattress as my head seems elevated a few inches. I am aware it is morning, and although daylight is present, there is no cohesive imagery yet.

Induction: I am aware of at least one Naiad, but I do not see her. I can only hear her voice and breath in my ear after several short snippets of gibberish from farther behind me. She says, “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe” while near my left ear. Although I try to bring about communication with expectation with liminal dream state awareness, it does not occur, though I do not possess speech capability in this mode.

Post-induction: I watch several couples in canoes from a distance. I do not attempt to identify anyone. It seems to be late afternoon now. There are minimal ruins adjacent to the shore.

Vestibular stage: I ride a bicycle on a hilltop, avoiding sparsely arranged rocks. My concern is minimal as the tires phase through any that are directly in front of my path. (I am aware of attempting to enhance my imaginary physicality with this activity.)

The drop: I ride my bicycle off the edge of an embankment, and I slowly fly after it vanishes (without exit point modulation). I end up hovering near the doorway of one of the ruins, and I have a desire to look inside. I float into the room in a standing position.

Cognitive arousal: An MP (preconscious modulator as authoritative) is sitting at a desk with a typewriter. I cannot tell if he is real and had fallen asleep or if he is a mannequin. Upon attempting to read what he had typed, I see only sequences of random letters that change each time I look again. My view seems magnified. I see the red and black ribbon, red above black.

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(As I am already in emerging awareness and cognitive arousal there is no need for the preconscious to be intrusive.)

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Night of February 12, 2015. Thursday.



I am sitting on our bed at our present address on W Street. I have a couple brochures it seems, although one is of stiffer paper. At one point I am actually holding one piece of thin cardboard with three unrealistically vertically narrow photographs (though apparently not cropped) horizontally arranged and attached to it (possibly by double-sided tape). It is of family members including our youngest daughter playing with our youngest son but from a fair distance and not that focused on the subjects. Just as I start to consider (or vaguely question) where it came from, it sort of “pops” out of existence with a slight breeze leaving me somewhat surprised.

My perspective shifts into more of an internal awareness (though not fully disembodied, just in some sort of realm of analytical thought and solely closely-rendered imagery as is typical of some “reading” or “studying” dream types - though at this point I think I may still be technically in the same bed - possibly lying on my side with my head up a bit). I am looking at some sort of brochure that is possibly related to a daycare center, possibly in connection with the “Ninety-Nine Red Balloons” daycare center of many years back. There is a young mustached male (of about twenty-five) with a cluster of balloons. He is standing near a van but it is crudely illustrated (without much detail) as if by someone with minimal drawing or commercial art experience.

From here, I note one of the catchphrases which seems more related to a travel agency. It is something about the “milest of miles” (“Enjoy the milest of miles?”). This annoys me somewhat and I try to work out if I am reading it incorrectly. I also ponder “miliest of miles”. I end up becoming “stuck” in an in-dream fallacy; trying to work out which is more grammatically relevant in this particular case - “milest” or “miliest” (or both depending on the intent of the faux “messages” in the particular part of the brochure?) - of course neither of which are actual words - typical in-dream gibberish, something I have enjoyed noting and documenting since I was about six years of age, just for the pure ridiculousness and amusement of it.

Night of February 12, 2015. Thursday.



I am sitting on our bed at our present address on W Street. I have a couple brochures it seems, although one is of stiffer paper. At one point I am actually holding one piece of thin cardboard with three unrealistically vertically narrow photographs (though apparently not cropped) horizontally arranged and attached to it (possibly by double-sided tape). It is of family members including our youngest daughter playing with our youngest son but from a fair distance and not that focused on the subjects. Just as I start to consider (or vaguely question) where it came from, it sort of “pops” out of existence with a slight breeze leaving me somewhat surprised.

My perspective shifts into more of an internal awareness (though not fully disembodied, just in some sort of realm of analytical thought and solely closely-rendered imagery as is typical of some “reading” or “studying” dream types - though at this point I think I may still be technically in the same bed - possibly lying on my side with my head up a bit). I am looking at some sort of brochure that is possibly related to a daycare center, possibly in connection with the “Ninety-Nine Red Balloons” daycare center of many years back. There is a young mustached male (of about twenty-five) with a cluster of balloons. He is standing near a van but it is crudely illustrated (without much detail) as if by someone with minimal drawing or commercial art experience.

From here, I note one of the catchphrases which seems more related to a travel agency. It is something about the “milest of miles” (“Enjoy the milest of miles?”). This annoys me somewhat and I try to work out if I am reading it incorrectly. I also ponder “miliest of miles”. I end up becoming “stuck” in an in-dream fallacy; trying to work out which is more grammatically relevant in this particular case - “milest” or “miliest” (or both depending on the intent of the faux “messages” in the particular part of the brochure?) - of course neither of which are actual words - typical in-dream gibberish, something I have enjoyed noting and documenting since I was about six years of age, just for the pure ridiculousness and amusement of it.