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Morning of November 18, 2018. Sunday.

Dream #: 18,962-02. Reading time: 2 min 42 sec. Readability score: 53.



One would think that after over fifty years, the same dreaming and waking processes in the same order and with the same foundational autosymbolism would trigger more viable threads of conscious self identity and recognition beyond subliminal RAS mediation than what occurs at certain stages of the sleep cycle. In this particular case though, my subliminal recognition of the dream state resulted in me resetting it, as had often happened before. My dream was mainly from the influence of a movie, “What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice?” (1969), that Zsuzsanna and I watched last night, despite it being of the typical transition through the nexus, which in this case, is a supposedly hidden room rather than, for example, a porch.

The focus revolves around someone I had supposedly killed, a younger male, possibly accidentally. (The backstory, again based on the movie, is unclear). The urban location is unfamiliar and unknown. The person’s remains are under a commercial business building near a corner. I had somehow done this even though I was not involved in the construction of the building. The Sleeper (the “dead” person) transmutes into a cheerful emerging consciousness simulacrum in the last scene before the offset dream, without my dream self finding it unusual.

There are many typical scenes of evading the authorities, one of them (the preconscious simulacrum) in particular. The emerging consciousness travels with me after someone finds their remains. The building is already being taken down during this time. (In the movie, the remains were under pine trees.) He (the activated Sleeper aka previously “killed” character) helps me find a secret panel in the wall of a nearby building, in a hall. I first try to phase into the wall (as with many past dreams in subliminal, liminal, and lucid manipulation of the dream state). Instead, a panel opens, and we step into a supposedly hidden area. I reason that going deeper into the area will result in us being less likely to be found as well as being farther from the entrance point (the same “logic” as in hundreds of previous dreams of the same type). (This scenario, naturally becoming the most vivid segment of my dream, replaces the typical porch-as-nexus event, in correlation with enigmatic space as the association between dreaming and waking. It includes “puzzles,” associations with detectives, ambiguity relating to where my real physical body is, and so on. Of course, it is not possible to “hide” from the natural preconscious transition.)

However, upon walking into another area, the avatar tells me that “this is his office,” meaning the office of the police sergeant that had been after me. I notice how it looks like an ordinary office and is not hidden from public access on one side, finding it annoying that there is not much prospect for a genuinely hidden room. The police sergeant eventually comes in. I reset my dream, and it becomes a scenario where the police sergeant is the one responsible for the “death.” He is supposedly a vampire, which I tell a few people - and I have film footage to prove it.

I then liminally reset my dream into an offset scenario of the typical vestibular system correlation process. I am helping someone, though only at times, who is in a wheelchair, as we descend an unlikely staircase built of various big stones in an outdoor rural area adjacent to a mountain. (In other cases, I am consciously aware of using this process to sustain or vivify a dream.) We have a little trouble, but we cheerfully descend several steps without incident, even though some of them are two to three feet high. He seems to find it amusing and mostly maneuvers his wheelchair on his own. There is no preconscious simulacrum at this point, only the emerging consciousness (as the otherwise typical vestibular system avatar) in the wheelchair. (This stems from both “What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice?” and the new “The Flash” television series, where characters are in wheelchairs without needing to be as a part of their “disguise.”)

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Morning of March 25, 2016. Friday.

Dream #: 17,994-03. 2 min 48 sec read.





I am with Zsuzsanna and our family as we appear now, but we live in an unfamiliar (to my conscious self) house. It has a minimal essence of the Barolin Street house but without its appearance.

I look at our backyard. There are two sets of railroad tracks parallel to our house, the first not more than ten feet away. My dream’s imaginary backstory implies there was a flood. The ground had been gray and gravelly. After the flood, there is rich topsoil of a bright brown. I remark on this beneficial outcome.

Later, I look through a large window into our backyard and see a snake slowly crawling away. It resembles a copperhead. I tell Zsuzsanna, and she says it may be venomous.

I look again, and it is unrealistically large in the middle of its body (as if it has a potbelly).

It returns to our backyard but is now upright like a cobra. It has two humanlike muscular arms and moves over a set of railroad tracks as if “strutting” yet without legs. I wonder if it is a legless lizard.

I speak to Zsuzsanna in our kitchen. The back door, mostly glass held by a narrow metal frame, had fallen inward though I am unsure why. I do not want the snake getting in, so I prop up the door against its frame.

I hear an unfamiliar male voice and am briefly puzzled. I realize there is a bathroom on the other side of the wall. I think it is part of an infrequently used park ranger station connected to (the other side of) our house.

I see a gap under the baseboard, and the voice becomes more audible. I realize an unknown man is talking to me in a sarcastic tone. I pretend I am unsure where the voice is coming from while I speak to Zsusanna about it. “Did you hear that?” I ask her. “It seems to be coming from the other side of the wall. Perhaps it is a recording,” I say, mocking the unseen man.

At least five park rangers in tan uniforms (this dream’s typical protoconsciousness manifestation) walk into our kitchen. I briefly relay details to them about the unusual snake. I threaten to call the police (but I do not) after the men start to move objects on the highest three shelves of the cupboard. They are dusty, with a layer of black ash (an association with the cane fires here in real life when ash fills parts of a house’s roof and even falls through loose crown moldings). The man that had spoken earlier reminds me vaguely of Burl Ives.

They rearrange various objects, including empty salt and pepper shakers, knickknacks, and an antique white ceramic teapot. They do not retrieve anything and can barely reach the shelves. They shuffle objects about, and I hear their soft glass and metal impacts.

I find myself holding a belt (somatosensory phasing response to REM atonia). I am ready to swing it upwards to strike a hand with the buckle if one of the men reaches toward the shelves again. However, they now only stand around, looking up at the shelves as if slightly puzzled as my dream fades.

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In my first “crucial review,” I explained the factor of tripartite mentation, which dissolves the mistaken belief of “dream interpretation” when there is metacognitive causality. In this dream, the railroad tracks (as in my first report using “crucial review” in the title) epitomize the latent potential mobility of Zsuzsanna and me as we sleep, the specific association being with the human spine. The correlating associations here involve a snake (in this case) doubling as a “human spine” traversing one set of railroad tracks. On one level, it is “me,” being chubby, but I also have muscular arms.

It is not the first time snake and belt associations have correlated. “Striking” the hand of the protoconsciousness personification (with the “fang” or prong of the buckle) would have produced myoclonic dynamics had the phasing responses resulting from the waking transition continued. Note the “potbelly” association with the teapot (“I’m a little teapot”). The tie to ceramics and REM atonia (statues are predominant) has occurred all my life.

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