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    1. The Arrival of Chub

      by , 05-23-2017 at 11:23 AM
      Morning of May 23, 2017. Tuesday.



      In the first scene, I am with my wife Zsuzsanna at the front of a large shopping mall. It seems to be at night. There are only a few cars in the large parking lot. She is seated and I am standing closer to the parking lot. About five unknown people are also in the area.

      Our new baby is walking around. He seems about two years of age even though he has been born just recently. I do not question his appearance. Apparently, his name is Chub. I tell a few strangers about our new child. I walk closer to Zsuzsanna. A bright light, seemingly the headlights of a car, shine on Chub, though for a moment, I consider if it is some sort of latent divinity in him that causes the light. I want to see his eyes to check, but he does not turn around.

      Zsuzsanna and I start to walk home with Chub. Some of our other children are also with us. Three unfamiliar people decide to walk with us as well. An unknown young female is walking a few feet behind me. I tell her that her viewpoint is that of thousands of people around the world simultaneously seeing my dream from her position (even though, oddly, I am not lucid or actively aware that I am dreaming in any way, thus how does this dream self viewpoint even exist?). Soon, I start to rise in the air to her right, above the parking lot (common liminal space setting often in the last stage of the waking transition), maintaining a vertical position, half-flying, half-walking in the air about ten feet up. She remains on the sidewalk looking up at me.

      Later, Zsuzsanna and I are sitting in an unknown room with several other people (though I soon stand up to speak). I start to realize that Chub’s existence seems highly unlikely, yet I do not become lucid at any point. I start to tell others that this scene is not possible (yet my dream self has no memory of what a dream is at all). I explain that Zsuzsanna having a C-section would mean that Chub is only five months old and yet he seems like a two-year-old. I see a dark scar on Zsuzsanna’s abdomen, more on the left side. Even though I continue to explain how certain things cannot be real, I never grasp that I am dreaming or have any association with what a dream even is (even though earlier, I seemed to know what a dream was).



      There are a number of dream states that I have experienced continuously throughout my life which I have never known of a single other person even mentioning once. People write about “non-lucid” and “lucid” (as well as partly lucid in some cases), yet I never see details of the various hybrids of dream self identity that I have often experienced.



      For the record, here are just a few dream states that I have identified, only a few that I can seem to typify feasibly:

      Instinctual dreaming (non-lucid dream cnotrol): This is a state where I, as my dream self (and usually inclusive of at least some of my conscious self identity), know that I am creating everything, changing settings, putting words into people’s mouths, bringing about events with pretense (such as saying “I have identification” to get into a restricted area, and it just appears), yet have absolutely no memory of what a dream is and no idea I am dreaming. (As such, I seem to be a combination of my personified subconscious and inactive threads of conscious self identity that would otherwise be lucidity triggers in other dreams.)

      There is also a state where I “know I am dreaming” yet I am not my conscious self identity at all. For example, I may be a teenage female who “knows she is dreaming” yet, “knows” from her perspective, not my conscious self identity.

      A type of false lucidity appears in the first part of this dream. I talk about dreams and even explain dream events in real time, yet have no viable focus on the fact I am dreaming at the time (though the fact I am talking about dreams at least indicates I have some idea of what a dream is, unlike certain other states).

      There is another type of state at the end of this dream, where I “narrate” my dream to other dream characters, explaining how a scenario is not possible, that what I am seeing or experiencing is not real, yet have no memory of what a dream is (or any idea that I am dreaming at the time).

      Of course, scripted dreams (both types, real time, and previously programmed) are primarily lucid states. (Waking symbolism must be correctly utilized or nausea sometimes results from the waking mechanism, or sometimes occurs when there is a gap in the script.) Dreams can be scripted visually, based on situation, or have base affirmations (such as “I am the continuity of maximum well-being”). Although scripted shared dreaming can be utilized, that is not really genuine shared dreaming where each person is actually present to some degree in the same dreaming space with each individual’s intent (whereas, with scripted shared dreaming, there can be ways to validate if real shared dreaming is occurring - for example, have one of the dreamers do something random or think of a precise image that is not in the script and see if it occurs in both dreamer’s dreams, but such methods might cause a gap and a possible jolting into premature waking, also sometimes inclusive of circadian rhythms based on the dynamics of the sleep cycle in proportion to healthiness.)


      Updated 09-08-2019 at 05:02 PM by 1390

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    2. Not Quite Baby New Year

      by , 01-01-1973 at 04:59 PM
      Morning of January 1, 1973. Monday.



      This was more towards just after one or two a.m., I think. I do not believe that there is any symbolic meaning or “message” other than typical meandering post-hypnagogic associations (though in my experience linked to random impersonal remote viewing or even foreshadowing). These are often solely incidental visual associations (relative to morphing), neither metaphorical (other than for the dreaming process itself, such as a clock becoming a bomb to stand for the process of waking up) or symbolic. Although such dreams may have beautiful imagery, I have never found them to have any personal significance and they seem to be a sort of Tetris effect relating to what was seen on television or elsewhere the previous day or in some cases, collective consciousness regarding a particular holiday mood.

      A female toddler is standing and smoking an oversize cigarette in an undefined area (which I am not sure is indoors or outdoors though it seems more logically to be indoors, perhaps in a large hotel lobby). This act seems to make the immediate environment extraordinarily dirty with particulates of soot and even somehow causing small pieces of (mostly metallic) miscellaneous junk to fall or appear out of nowhere, such as very small broken springs, clock or wristwatch gears, and what may be broken parts of a toy plane and toy motorcycle. The toddler is also smudged with soot across her shoulders but happily puffs on the cigarette. The idea that smoking a cigarette will somehow cause tiny dirty springs and other tiny metal junk to fall from nowhere seems perfectly “normal” in-dream.

      From here, I look more closely and realize that I am not seeing what I thought I was (though in actuality, it had in fact transformed). It is not a toddler, but a realistic doll (probably with a wind-up mechanism to move its right arm up and down to its face) and rather than smoking a cigarette it is blowing a New Year’s party horn (the kind that spiral out with a very annoying mid-range-pitched trumpet-like noise). Instead of falling soot, it is sparkling confetti (though there is an ambiguous association with real snow) that seems to be produced and somehow recycled (as a continuous display) by a machine. Instead of junk and broken clocks and toys, it is small wrapped presents which then take on a Christmas-like feel (even though it is after Christmas). I contemplate if I am viewing a new feature of “The Hall of Presidents” (Walt Disney World Resort).

      This dream was related to a plane crash the prior Friday (which I had not really focused on), and a photograph which featured a “scarred doll lying in the mud” only seen after my dream, though this event may actually be coincidental as it lacks more personal detail and precision (for example, “automatic” association with Baby New Year, smoking, New Year party horn, etc.) "Eastern Air Lines Flight 401 was a Lockheed L-1011-1 Tristar jet that crashed into the Florida Everglades at 11:42 pm December 29, 1972, causing 101 fatalities.“ The question here is whether I was remote viewing the newspaper at one level or the actual scene (of the featured photograph)…OR…if it was visual (fractal-based) precognition relating to my individual path (and I had also physically been in that area in the recent past). Things like this are difficult if not impossible to attribute to just one unexplained mechanism (as most people try to do). (Even the extremely precise remote viewing of the Nancy comic strip on the morning of April 27, 1974 was discovered to have several additional unexplainable mechanisms at work - including a much older version of the same comic strip gag by the same artist - and validated associations I could not possibly have formed or linked consciously at any level.)