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    1. Making a Bed Frame (as a house foundation) in Another World

      by , 10-20-2018 at 12:32 PM
      Morning of October 20, 2018. Saturday.

      Dream #: 18,933-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 58.

      In the first part of my dream, I am in the backyard of the Cubitis home with Zsuzsanna. We are sorting a big pile of laundry in the area near the southeast windows.

      Over time, I realize we are in a different world, without considering how preposterous that is (subliminal awareness of the dream state). Eventually, we walk a short distance east, now being in the Stadcor Street house’s kitchen.

      An unfamiliar dark-haired man of about thirty years old, implied to be a denizen of this “other world,” looks on as I try to copy a structure for serving a useful purpose for the length of our stay. From what I know so far, the denizens make large metal frames, though I am not yet sure of why. Mine turns out to be a wooden bed frame, though my dream self does not viably make the association (with either beds or sleep). I had mentally created it without lucidity. I study it for a considerable time, puzzling over how the wood is not perfectly straight from different viewpoints, yet I do not feel concern or a sense of incompetence.

      “I am good at building houses,” I say with confidence, as I place the wooden bed frame in about the center of the Stadcor Street “kitchen” (still perceived as being outside in a rural area). My dream self does not consider that this wooden bed frame could not serve as a foundation for a house.

      “You’re not making it out of metal?” asks the RAS simulacrum (the unfamiliar dark-haired man of about thirty years old), seeming somewhat puzzled, his expression and words causing me to consider if I need to make a metal one as a legal or social requirement. I slowly wake while thinking about what I need to add to our “house.”


      a common factor of communication with the RAS simulacrum is its effort to get me to realize I am dreaming - but it only intrusively dominates when there is not a viable threshold (enigmatic space) thread

      the bed frame that my dream self is going to use as a “house foundation” in my dream is wooden though our real bed frame is indeed metal

      dream factors

      two locations incorrectly and uniquely combined
      west area of Cubitis backyard > Stadcor Street kitchen (east)
      directional orientation correct

      indoor-outdoor ambiguity (simultaneously being indoors and outdoors)
      Stadcor Street kitchen is also outside in “another world” in a rural area
      Cubitis backyard is also an indoor area in the first scene

      subliminal appreciation of the dream state as being “another world”

      incorrect placement of Zsuzsanna in an American setting

      dream state indicator as laundry (as I do not wear clothes when I sleep), representing the subliminal recall of having discarded clothes before going to bed

      dream state indicator of literally “making the bed” (subliminal awareness of being asleep)

      RAS simulacrum does not typically dominate the waking process when I am in first-level dream state indicator space even if I am not lucid

    2. Rose Street Talk and Drinking Sudsy Water and Soda

      by , 06-26-2018 at 03:11 PM
      Morning of June 26, 2018. Tuesday.

      These are two dreams during the same sleep cycle. Marilyn (older half-sister on my mother’s side who died in 2014) appears in both.

      In my first dream, I am back in the Loomis Street house. At times however, I also seem to be simultaneously present, at least in mind, in the Rose Street building (where I have not lived in real life since 1967 at age six). I am “remembering” it incorrectly though, which is usually the case in non-lucid dreams when thinking skills and viable memory (and viable contact with the unconscious mind) are not present. I am conversing with Marilyn about the Rose Street building (where she also lived in the 1960s across the hall from me and my parents).

      The conversation focuses on the elevator that was, in my fictitious memory, near the back of the building. I discuss the elevator as well as the rickety steps (that were a real-life feature). I relate how my mother did not like me using that staircase. I talk more about the fictitious elevator. My dream eventually fades (without waking) and I am in a different dream scenario.

      In my other dream, I am sitting on the floor in the Loomis Street dining room (where I have not been in real life since February 1994). I eventually end up drinking what I first believe to be solely soda, though from a large plastic bucket and with a long drinking straw that almost reaches the bottom of the bucket. Over time, I realize that there is more in the bucket than just soda. In fact, when I begin to focus, I realize that I drank a lot of water with laundry soap in it. In the bucket, there are also a couple of clothes (my pants and shirt, at least), a few Matchbox cars near the bottom, and other items as well as other liquids (such as orange juice) mixed in.

      I mention this to Marilyn (who is in the living room near the front door) and my mother (who remains in the southwest area of the dining room) as I remain sitting on the floor. (My mother died in 2002.) I tell them how I do not feel any different after drinking this unlikely mixture of soda, laundry suds, and possibly other contents. I eventually notice a pile of clothes on the floor. I end up mostly lying on my right side, feeling very aware, and wondering if what I drank will affect me. I focus on my perception and there is a very vivid awareness but no lucidity. My dream soon fades.

      Despite my dream self not being viably lucid, I am still always aware on one level of when I am dreaming, as it is biologically impossible not to know I am dreaming. This changes the entire nature of what many people believe dreams to be.

      Although my memory is not viable (because of being without viable contact with my unconscious mind while in the non-lucid dream state), there is a thread of memory of dream state autosymbolism. My dream self is actually describing dream state autosymbolism without being lucid. This has happened many times before even in childhood dreams. An elevator is autosymbolism for the dreaming and waking process. It has nothing to do with waking life “symbolism” (as dreams are not symbolic in the conventional sense).

      My last dream also reveals liminal awareness of the dream state. This is evidenced by my position on the floor. Although I usually sleep on my left side, I had this dream while briefly sleeping on my right and I was mostly on my right as my dream ended. The rest is more about distortion from lack of viable joining of unconscious and conscious self identity. I also had mild indigestion in sleep and my dream was creating a ridiculous scenario to remind me of such. The laundry soap and loose clothes were present as a reminder I am not wearing clothes when I am asleep in bed.

    3. Demigod Birthed From Laundry

      by , 10-30-2016 at 04:30 PM
      Morning of October 30, 2016. Sunday.

      The first part of my dream is somewhat uneventful and relates to sorting laundry for different members of my family. The setting shifts into different layouts that are reminiscent of several different locations. Firstly, we seem to be at the Barolin Street house in Australia but the bedroom extends somewhat into where the kitchen would be. Later, the unfamiliar room otherwise around a closet area is reminiscent of the northeast room of the King Street boarding house.

      A small pile of clothes in the closet slowly transforms into an unknown demigod. It is birthed from one of Zsuzsanna’s dresses as well as a pair of my pants, but includes other clothes of different family members. I am somewhat wary of this but there is never a threat. In fact, the situation shifts to where members of my family and I, as well as a few unknown people, are playing a game within a very large playing field. The demigod also plays the game without expressing any emotion.

      The game involves building miniature towns. At first, it seems to be meant to be medieval times. However, the game’s contents inexplicably change to modern architecture, which annoys me somewhat. I say how the game is not working correctly and is rendering the “wrong era”. There are even miniature sections of sidewalks to place on the floor. I watch an unknown chubby boy off to my right building a greenhouse on the floor (Zsuzsanna being between us and working on a miniature modern house). He is putting green screen or downsized shade cloth over the top of it, though by tearing holes in it to fit over miniature wooden posts, yet which is not really problematic. I am not sure if the game even has a purpose or supposed winner. It is more like just playing around constructing model buildings.

      Later, I go into an unusual unfamiliar kitchen with an unknown male of about forty. He seems to think that the refrigerator has changed, mostly regarding the odd constructs around it. On my left is a feature somewhat like a cross between a horizontally sparsely grilled gate and a turnstile. It is made of metal and swings over to fit into another section which has curved recesses. The path to the refrigerator is almost like a grocery store checkout area but with very odd metallic features, one part which looks like a 1950s car bumper. The whole area is very unusual. The refrigerator itself seems to have problems. I open the freezer door at the top. It is an unrealistically small compartment. There are a couple vegetables in it as well as a dented can of soda (Sunkist I think) which I take out and consider drinking. Bubbly liquid is sizzling at the bottom (some of it apparently from the vegetables), so apparently the refrigerator is malfunctioning and heating up certain sections instead of freezing them. As we walk back, I look back and notice a section of the floor is also bubbling and sizzling even though it is not an area inside the refrigerator - yet I still “know” it is caused by the refrigerator malfunction and is supposedly still part of the refrigerator.

      • The demigod (who symbolizes conscious self identity as being above the extremely limited dream self) being birthed from the pile of laundry seems to be a dream sign of the whole conscious self and the physical body getting out of bed, which is an event that my dreams continuously metaphorically render.
      • The supposed game seems to be a feature that implies non-lucid dream control, something I have experienced continuously all my life (but oddly have never read about anywhere); that is, I somehow know I am “creating my world” yet have no memory of what a dream is or even where I am in time or space. The changes from previous eras to later ones relating to the game relates to both circadian rhythms and an association with “The Age of Empires”, one of the only computer games I have ever played to any extent.
      • The bubbling, which sometimes has nuances of sizzling (“electrical” activity of emergent awareness), represents emergence from sleep as analogous to a scuba diver returning to the surface. It has occurred as a waking precursor in a number of previous dreams back to early childhood.

      Updated 09-09-2019 at 06:46 AM by 1390

    4. Boring laundry dream

      by , 12-02-2014 at 01:42 PM
      Morning of December 2, 2014. Tuesday.

      I seem to be involved in a required job at WWTI (now WWTC) rather than going to any actual classes (but which still seems relevant to my grades). However, the only people that seem familiar are old high school classmates (instead of former WWTI classmates), including Steve W. (Steve W probably represents an aspect of government in my later dreams, due to the fact I did poster art for his campaigns in middle school, though he appeared in dreams prior to that). There is one point where I look in from outside at the south end of the building and it seems to be some sort of auto mechanics class, but I do not go in and no one notices me. The room is rather messy, with various tools and pieces of metal lying about.

      The room I am eventually in to work is supposedly the girl’s bathroom but is huge and also is a laundry area, apparently. No one else is around (other then the one mentioned later). There are at least two large sinks on the north wall with one modern washing machine between them. An old-fashioned washing machine (the kind with rollers) seems to be in disuse and is out into the middle area. Four enclosed bathroom stalls (doors starting about two feet up from the floor) line the east wall with the door to the right of them. There is another rectangular area that breaks off more to the north on that side so that the room is somewhat L-shaped.

      I am feeling somewhat annoyed and do not know quite what to do or where to start. I accidentally knock aside two large stacks of towels (about three feet high) of various colors and patterns (which seem more suited for a residence than institutional), which partly fall out from the side of a torn plaid storage bag (the cheap kind we have several of in real life). I then have to spend time putting them back in order, which is difficult, as the bag is split and should probably be duct-taped.

      From here, I try to get the modern washing machine to work, and of course, this being a dream (though I am not lucid) that is very unlikely. I attempt to plug in the cord to the outlet and fire shoots out several times (though there is something else plugged in next to the empty socket, perhaps a hairdryer). I then think of using the older washing machine but I do not think all the parts are working and it seems I have to remove debris from inside it anyway. There are also old boxes, carpentry tools, rolled up sections of wallpaper, and other miscellaneous junk in that part of the room.

      Only one female (unknown), wearing blue jeans, comes in during this time and remains in the other section of the room. I do not see her face and I am not aware of when she leaves (though she is gone later). I remain aggravated about what I should wash and what I should leave as is. It seems most everything is washed and in order anyway so I am still wondering why I was sent here to work for about an hour or two. I notice the frayed wires on both cords and start to get more annoyed at the fire and buzzing shooting out of the outlets when I attempt to start working. This seems to be even more problematic, as I ponder what will happen when a particular machine is full of water.

      In real life, I had been both a student (during two different years and courses - carpentry and machine tool) yet also a maintenance man and cleaner at WWTI (rather ironic, I suppose). My mother had an old-fashioned roller-type washing machine which I sometimes used on my own as a child. I had also worked in maintenance at a middle school, installing new showers and such. The storage bags actually do split easily in real life sometimes. Electrical outlets often do spit fire where I live (including all past addresses), which is apparently not a real issue and never triggers the safety switch (which only ever seems to randomly misfire - turning all our power off for no reason - which happened just recently).

      Tags: fire, laundry