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    1. Trading Card Discovery

      by , 01-20-2019 at 05:30 PM
      Morning of January 20, 2019. Sunday.

      Dream #: 19,025-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.

      I find myself with a magazine. I am looking at a two-page spread that features Marvel trading cards in what may be a 5 x 5 layout on each page. (The size orientation varies. At one point, the imagery seems miniature.)

      Zsuzsanna is with me. The location is unfamiliar but implied to be our present home.

      After looking at the pages, I briefly watch a scene from a movie on television. Tigra appears. There is a distortion, and now there is a female character who seems to be implied to be in a costume with snow leopard attributes.

      While again looking at the pages, I feel their surface, suspecting that a real card may be over the image of one and “hidden,” blending in with the layout. I discover that there is a card taped over an image. (They do not match.) It is in the middle of the top row on the left-hand page. It is taped only at the top, facing down.

      I carefully peel the top of the trading card from the adhesive tape. I do not want to tear the surface.

      Before I see its number, Zsuzsanna informs me that card number 17 is the only one we are missing. The new card turns out to be number 17.

      My dream self (in subliminal space, in so-called non-lucid mode) exhibits control by creating something “real” out of an image based on expectation. That happens often. People who promote that lucidity is a requirement for dream control have no credibility.

    2. Pet Brontosaurus and Fake Mad Magazine?

      by , 05-17-2018 at 07:26 AM
      Morning of May 17, 2018. Thursday.

      My non-lucid dream self becomes aware of being in a new variation of the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house (where I have not been since 1978) rather than our own present bedroom. As is most often the case, it is perceived as part of our present home. I am aware of being married and having a family as in real life (even though my family has never been to America). They mostly appear as they do now in reality. My youngest son is the one I am most aware of in this case.

      Near the center of the room is a living brontosaurus. It is small; only about three feet long. Our kitten from real life is near it. I eventually notice that the brontosaurus has short fur (which I vividly feel as I pet it), which puzzles me somewhat. I start to consider that it may grow too big to keep as a pet and I wonder what will happen to it or what we will do. This also puzzles me but I think about how it may be genetically engineered and so may not get as big as it would otherwise. I pet it for several minutes as it lies on its left side on the floor.

      Something scares it, possibly the kitten, and it gets up and runs to the north side of the room. It hides under a bookshelf (one of the tall cheap plastic ones that have a space underneath, though in reality, there would not be enough space for a small animal). I reach for it but cannot quite get to it at first. I do eventually, and pull it out to calm it.

      Later, I notice it is bigger, about the size of a young person. It looks very different and is walking around on its back legs and is wearing clothes. There are a few unknown people in the room, mostly around twelve years old. The brontosaurus looks just like a person at times. I consider how he is able to pull his head down so that his neck is no longer than that of a normal person. He talks at times. A girl calls him a “funny looking person” and the brontosaurus says, “I’m not a person”.

      My youngest son has about five Mad Magazines, which I had not seen before. They may be recent issues. “Are these from the library?” I ask. Apparently, they are ours. I sit on the middle of the couch on the south side of the room. My son is to my right. My memory of our brontosaurus pet and its transformation is no longer present. I look at the cover of one issue and it is a painting of Alfred E. Newman’s head. Looking more closely, I see that the painted image has a very strange texture, like woven wicker. The paper itself seems to also hold this pattern. I decide that this means it may be counterfeit. “This looks like it might be a fake,” I say.

      I look through the issue and see that from about halfway through the pages, the texture of the page seems normal. I notice a four-panel black-and-white Don Martin gag, featuring a man and woman walking around in a city, though I do not read it. I look at several other pages without really attempting to read anything. I decide that the unusual nature of the cover and first pages may mean that it was only a misprint.

      This dreaming and waking process is more specific to the last dream of a sleep cycle and it even begins in a thread that already establishes the subliminal awareness of being asleep (bedroom setting). The final scene renders very common autosymbolism that establishes an association with thinking skills correlation, a required precursor for actual reading. This is because the subconscious self cannot perform viably due to its dynamic nature and illusory nature of the dream state. (Writing or print in non-lucid dreams often changes when reading it again and it is often random gibberish. Temporality and discernment cannot be sustained in an illusory state of unconsciousness). This is used in the waking process quite often, several times a week for over fifty years in my case, though it is not as common as autosymbolism for vestibular system correlation.

      Note how the brontosaurus, as an animal and illusory pet, hid under the bookshelf, which contained books. After this scene, coming out from under the bookshelf, it became more like a “person”, as human consciousness is required to read with viable discernment in waking life. This is the autosymbolic nature of the waking process that correlates to the last part of my dream, that is, being less of an illusion by way of initiating waking consciousness for reading and thinking skills, which the subconscious (analogous to a “primitive brontosaurus”) does not have. The analogy is duplicated by first perceiving the magazine as “fake”, which it is, as it exists only in the dream. Thus, it cannot be fully read and discerned (and it is even a composite of sorts, as it has the texture of our wicker bookshelf from real life), though from here, thinking skills correlation kicks in and I slowly wake. My son is on my right, the usual waking autosymbolism orientation, as I sleep on my left side (and left-side orientation would naturally imply the return to deeper sleep).

    3. Ferris Wheel Robot Car Cruncher

      by , 11-17-2015 at 05:17 PM
      Morning of November 17, 2015. Tuesday.

      My wife Zsuzsanna and our children and I appear to be living back on Barolin Street but it has more of a rural feel. At one point, I go outside and it seems to be early evening, during sunset. Some sort of unexpected large movement takes place to my right (though in the distance) and there is mild anticipation over something unusual about to be seen. Something soon comes into view from between a couple houses on our side of the street. It looks like a detached Ferris wheel rolling slowly across the street and away from our neighborhood. I can make out its silhouette against the dark blue sky as it rolls towards the horizon.

      Later, my wife and children are outside. Curiously, there is a couch on the front lawn facing the street but at an angle towards where the rolling Ferris wheel was last seen. Zsuzsanna and our two youngest sons seem curious about what I saw and are seated there in expectation. Perhaps it will happen again.

      Meanwhile, I am looking through a magazine which has various articles about guitar music and rock musicians as well as at least one article about fishing (kind of a strange mix). We will be eating fish (either lutefisk or sushi, neither of which I have ever eaten in real life), which is in a cheap plastic salad container of the overpriced kind sold in grocery stores. However, I have an additional set of at least three smaller plastic salad containers, also containing some type of fish salad, that somehow came out of the magazine. I am not sure if they are fresh, as the magazine’s date is unknown, and I remain uncertain about eating anything.

      There are a few photographs related to fishing. One photograph shows a man fishing from a small boat. Somehow, the fishing line from the photograph is eventually hanging out of the magazine and gets caught up in features of other photographs and even the guitar strings in a photograph of a male rock musician performing (playing electric guitar) on stage. I pull on it a bit and try to work out what other pages or photographs it is connected to. It is in somewhat of a tangle across a few pages.

      Eventually, the Ferris wheel (or a different one, as it comes from the same area and I do not recall the original event showing it rolling back to where it was), comes out in the same way as before. This time though, it stops and leans in our direction - though it is about a block away and not really threatening should it fall. It somehow transforms into a giant robot and picks up a white truck, crushing it and dropping it to the ground. I am worried about flying debris (even though it is not that close to us), so I get my family to go inside the house. Otherwise, the giant robot does not leave that area. It appears to simply be junkyard activity at this point, though the walking anthropomorphic car compactor is a rather fancy feature.

      There is another dream event, somewhat distorted and viewed from space, where an asteroid comes down into the ocean, causing a huge tidal wave that goes around the planet and covers most of the land on every continent. There is seemingly at least one “reset” where I “make sure” it goes all the way around to cover the United States evenly (though I am aware I had been living in Australia, which is the first to be covered). There is no fear or even much concern, just an odd emotion I cannot quite describe, with a slight giddiness, though not unpleasant. This is probably some sort of waking metaphor event; for example, destroying or “covering up” the dream state.

    4. Magazine Mechanism?

      by , 06-21-2015 at 09:05 PM
      Morning of June 21, 2015. Sunday.

      This dream was fairly abstract and no main events occur. It involved some sort of longer computer-like machine (looking more like an electronics deck of some sort from the 1960s) that displays various images, which seem to be random parts of various magazines and comic books for no particular reason other than perhaps as a so-called screensaver or perhaps even related to advertising (the books apparently being scanned somehow in their entirety on the right of the monitor).

      The main focus seems to be on a fictional comic book about an elf superhero called Aye, vaguely similar to Elf Quest (which I have not really read much of) in some ways but more like Thor in terms of theme and art. The name of the comic book also seems to be “Aye” (possibly just an in-dream play on “eye” or “I”). The images on the small screen (in comparison to the machine itself) show fairly quickly (and also include random images from old issues of Life Magazine, Look Magazine, and Superman comics), almost like riffling a deck of playing cards. It is a typical “just looking at something” dream with no dominant emotion and there does not seem to be any plot or theme, just the idea of the mechanism and the imagery.
    5. Odd “half-cocked” precognitive dream (giant anteater)

      by , 11-06-1972 at 05:06 PM
      Morning of November 6, 1972. Monday.

      This 1970s event was hilarious on one level in my opinion. It is one of those dreams where, although it is obviously precognitive (or remote-viewed) it also provides a clever lesson in how the various “filters” in remote viewing and precognition work.

      The nuances, as usual, are far too close in detail to have any potential for coincidence. What is intriguing though, is that the usual precise nature of remote viewing or precognition was altered seemingly “on purpose” by the Source. In my dream, humanity is saved from the alien insect invasion by the giant anteater whereas in the real Warren story, they kill it before knowing what it is.

      The dream itself came a short time before the validation (as is often the case), but as I said, it was not quite correct. The giant anteater in my dream coming up from the ocean is a distortion caused by the association with the “ocean” of the unconscious mind (otherwise the plot is mostly the same).

      In my dream, I am reading a black-and-white comic magazine of the type that Warren publishes (such as Eerie, Creepy, Vampirella, etc). I did not read this issue at the time (and had not gotten the previous issue) in real life and I could not have known about it.

      I seem to be hovering over the comic magazine story at various distances and over different pages rather than turning the pages. (My bed is in the southwest corner, aligned to the west wall.) It has a very similar mood and awareness as to remote viewing dreams (as with the “more dishes less dishes” Nancy comic strip event). The story features a spacecraft with talking alien ants that invade Earth. They kidnap various people and they speak in an unusual “electronic” voice (possibly implying that they are either robotic or using some sort of electronic translator).

      In my dream, a giant anteater emerges from the ocean. I see it eating all the human-sized alien ants and this is the last panel in the story. There is a smaller inset with text implying irony and repeating the words the “conqueror ants” had said midway through the story about how they would take over the planet and not be stopped. This is how my dream ends - with reading phrases the ants had spoken and which are now only invalid concepts in the wake of their destruction (in being eaten by the giant “aquatic” anteater, which had come from a large meteorite of many years back).

      After my dream, I was given a black-and-white comic magazine in reality (without having known I would be getting it), which had the same basic idea, and this was “Eerie” issue number 45 - the relevant story being called “The Mound”. However, the alien insects were not fully humanoid and the top panel on the last page is actually that of a dead anteater that was killed by the humans due to them thinking that the meteorite contained an enemy or an additional problem as the creatures they were already dealing with. Thus my dream echoed help from a “bigger power”, hope, and salvation, while the reality expressed the nature of human ignorance, suspicion, and acting without thinking about the consequences.

      I still have very fond feelings about this experience, which also teaches me that people who are “psychic” for profit are not being realistic, because what they are seeing may have a completely different outcome in reality.

      Updated 07-06-2016 at 07:15 PM by 1390