Blue_Opossum

Morning of May 27, 2017. Saturday.



Prefatory notes (sine qua non; for debunking false systems of “interpretation”):

My dream’s title is a deliberate alteration of “A Streetcar Named Desire” by Tennessee Williams but it is not meant to reflect my dream’s content.

It is important to comprehend that an intersection when featured in my dreams is autosymbolic of RAS (reticular activating system) mediation and synaptic gating, of which indicates the subliminal (other than when viably lucid) choice of returning to deeper sleep or waking up.

It is important to comprehend that a singular vehicle when rendered in my dreams is typically autosymbolism for the real physical body as subliminally perceived through the veil of sleep. This will be more obvious with this dream, as the bump is actually felt through the car I am driving. Additionally, a pickup truck is a known dream state indicator (since early childhood) due to the association with its “bed”.

Zsuzsanna sleeps on my left, though waking autosymbolism is typically oriented to my right within the dream state.

Understanding the above prefatory notes should aid in comprehending this dream’s meaning as waking autosymbolism, which is what the majority of dreams are.

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I become aware of my dream self while driving a car in an unknown neighborhood in late afternoon. The driver’s side is on the left, so America seems implied as the country of the otherwise unknown location. It is mainly a residential area, though there seems to be a few small commercial buildings on the street behind me and perpendicular to the one I am presently on. My beautiful wife Zsuzsanna is with me in the front seat.

Up ahead, located at about half the length of the street, there is a streetcar that is not on rails. It is on the left side. On my right is a truck. I consider that there may not be enough space to drive between them. This would mean that the street must be narrower than a typical street, but it is not implied to be by my dream self’s otherwise typically distorted perception.

I drive between them and there is an intriguing brushing and pleasant bumping effect that I can feel through the car and my body, as if I rubbed against the streetcar while going through (with an ambiguous feeling of it being both my car and my body that makes contact with it). It is not jolting in any way. It is rather smooth and does not impede my progress.

Looking back, the streetcar (which is empty), starts rolling back toward the intersection and I am aware that I caused this to happen by pushing against it as I had gone through. I am concerned that it may roll into the intersection and cause an accident. This does not happen. Instead, it slows down right at the end of the street and then automatically swings about and turns to the right (from my viewpoint when looking behind me). An unfamiliar man shows up. He seems to be the conductor. The streetcar slows down at this time, soon stopping. He does not seem confused or annoyed by the event. In fact, he starts talking to an unknown female about the streetcar as if nothing had happened.

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Afterword:

As any intelligent person would conclude, this dream was caused by the subliminal awareness of being in bed and asleep with a vague focus on whether there was enough space on our bed for my physical body (often referred to as a “vehicle” in real life) as I was sleeping and actually bumping Zsuzsanna’s body (to my left as in my dream) during the REM waking transition and while she was shifting her body to get out of bed. Many of my previous dreams have held this factor regarding subliminal concern about sleeping space, even in childhood when I was sleeping on my own.

The unfamiliar conductor is the essence of transpersonal interconsciousness. The unfamiliar female is modeled after Zsuzsanna in what is autosymbolic of her personified preconscious being perceived by my dream self in the waking transition. Note that the autosymbolism of RAS is validated by my dream self firstly driving “into sleep”, whereas the perpendicular street behind me was the indication that Zsuzsanna was then getting out of bed at the time, thus validating that the intersection is autosymbolism for RAS mediation.

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Morning of November 6, 2015. Friday.

Dream #: 17,854-02. Reading time: 52 sec.



I am walking with Zsuzsanna and our three youngest children. Our middle son is younger in my dream. We walk east on the south side of a street in an unknown area near a field that is implied to be in Northside La Crosse, several blocks west of Loomis Street. Zsuzsanna is pushing our youngest daughter in a baby pram. Our two youngest sons are in pedal cars. We eventually arrive at an intersection.

Our sons ride down the sidewalk ramp into the street, potentially into oncoming traffic, though the cars are moving slowly and have not reached the intersection. I pull them back and advise them not to cross on their own. Eventually, we all rise into the air and slowly fly over the perpendicular street of the intersection, our sons still in their pedal cars.

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In this dream, I use emerging semi-lucid vestibular system correlation to rise into the air to go above the perpendicular street of the intersection to avoid its oncoming traffic. Zsuzsanna and our three youngest children, ahead of me, also cross in this way (under my liminal intent), our sons in pedal cars, our daughter in a baby pram that Zsuzsanna is pushing. I have often used vestibular system correlation to deliberately initiate the waking process and rise out of my dream.

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Morning of February 15, 2014. Saturday.



I had apparently been working with colored pencils, mostly writing but uncertain of all the content other than having a focus on dreams. Different colors seem to relate to different dream types.

There is a feature of two pencils forming a cross, which seems to have some significance. One is blue, one is red.

I have an association with an intersection, which is a recurring feature in my dreams. It may relate (in this case) to having different views than someone else, or “going in a different direction”, yet in contrast, it also has the implication of meeting or coming together. Thus, there is the aspect of ambiguity.

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Morning of December 18, 2003. Thursday.



In my dream, I need to get to the other side of town (related to a forgotten back story), that being the north side of La Crosse (though I am living in Australia at the time in my dream as well, thus I quickly got from my home in Australia to La Crosse somehow - without giving it any logical thought). It is getting a bit cooler (which it would be in La Crosse, though there is not much snow and I do not feel freezing cold). I find myself going fairly fast and I realize that I am going down the middle of the street on a wheeled office chair. I get to an intersection and do not see any cars from any direction (at least closer), and I continue to move forward with a vague concern about oncoming traffic. This area was an incline (as I am headed downwards to the east) so did not quite need as much footwork and do not need any “brakes”, which is somewhat of both a concern and a relief at different times, as I am not sure if I can stop the chair in every instance. I feel a bit strange “driving” a wheeled office chair (which is the same one I sat on in real life at my computer desk on Stadcor Street) through a busier area of town and wonder if I should be riding a bicycle instead. Somehow, riding a bicycle seems just a bit stranger (in my dream only) than riding my wheeled office chair, which I think is partly because a bicycle can just fall over (kickstands not always working correctly) and would have to be leaned against something after getting off (which seems far more of a concern in my dream than it would be in reality). I lose speed here and there at times, which is a bit annoying, but the environment is quite vivid and correctly detailed. I feel fairly good otherwise. My dream has a very well-rendered sense of open space and movement. There is a bit of traffic, but not that much.

Night of November 12, 1977. Saturday.



This dream was extraordinarily vivid. I do not consider it a nightmare, regardless of the implications (as I was not frightened or in distress at any point and I did not have to run away). Carol (older half-sister on my mother’s side) and her husband are driving around, seemingly in Florida near where I live in Cubitis. It is very late at night, probably midnight, and a bit cool. It seems, though, that we are in an old-fashioned convertible from the 1940s. My brother-in-law Mel is driving.

There is a very eerie sound of continuous screaming in various pitches, and that of all ages. Soon, a large group of people are running from our left to our right on the perpendicular road of the intersection we are about one car away from and are stopped because of Mel wondering what is going on. We are not attacked, but there is a very unusual mood and I am near lucidity. None of us say anything for a time, and nothing else seems to happen after they pass. It is only a bit later that I realize that none of them had a head. There is no gore or blood. They seem to all run at about the same speed and are mostly equidistant by about four feet. It is almost like some sort of macabre “migration” which I believe is the conclusion that Carol comes to and she comments very casually and calmly on the scene. I eventually wonder how they could be screaming if they have no heads. It seems like a major event, but the backstory remains unknown (until hypnopompic disclosure surfaces).

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An intersection is rendered in my dreams as representing the choice of returning to deeper sleep or waking, that is, autosymbolism for RAS mediation. There is usually an additional known factor that validates this. In this case, the headless people, running perpendicular to my dream self’s location and my liminal intent to return to sleep, dramatically represent the lack of thinking skills in the dream state as well as being linked to my liminal association with headless clothing store mannequins, which adds more validation to why my dream was rendered in this way, as a mannequin is autosymbolism for the physical body being inactive while asleep (and I sometimes see clothing store mannequins without heads as a very peculiar feature in society). As these people are running to my right rather than being still, it represents a peculiar way of looking at the waking stage, usually unique, always curious.

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