Blue_Opossum

Morning of August 7, 2017. Monday.

Dream #: 18,494-02. Reading time: 2 min 40 sec.



I am sitting on the floor near the southeast corner of the living room in the Cubitis house. The layout is different. My attention is on the front door and a fictitious area north of the kitchenette.

I am aware of my father on the carport (though I do not see him). (My dream self does not remember he died in 1979.) He does not enter the house. He slides several objects under the door (which would have been impossible in reality). I see them as well as hear their movement. There are at least three open-end wrenches, presumably different sizes from a set. There are other items, like a couple of flat pieces of metal. I think he wants me to put them in the hallway closet, as he no longer has space for them in the shed.

I have two irregular stones that seem more like crystals at times. Although mostly opaque, they sometimes seem transparent, becoming glassy when I tap them together. Some facets are reflective and shiny. They have a bluish tint for the most part, though I notice that one looks gold at a later point.

I think I can make a fire. I strike one stone against the other, sometimes doing this when one is on the floor, other times while holding them. They sparkle, and some areas catch fire.

Light gray tendrils of smoke and small flames are the results at least four times. I get a folded piece of notebook paper and hold it near one stone as I hit it with the other, and they burn for a time. The paper catches fire.

An orange tabby cat no longer than my hand rests on my right near a burnt area of the floor. It moves a short distance from the smoke and flames. The small fire is close to it but does not hurt it. Its tail traverses an area of the floor that had burnt moments before. It does not show signs of fear or injury.

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Dreams are mainly a result of co-occurrence with the status of being in the dream state, resulting from subliminal environmental monitoring, enigmatic space, and autosymbolic waking processes.

My dream self sometimes instinctually starts a fire to activate consciousness, a goal stemming from the status of being in the dream state (and being instinctually aware of being asleep), NOT a factor from waking life. My extent of dream control has no association with being “lucid.” My brief dream self identity is not a model of waking life identity. In this case, there is no recall my father had died. There is in other dreams, a factor unrelated to the implied time or any recent thoughts I may have held in waking life. It is because, in subliminal space, my dream self does not have practical access to either my unconscious mind (or its legitimate memories) or my real identity.

This dream also includes wall mediation (another regular event of being in the dream state, NOT a cause from waking life status). A wall (and related features like doors, windows, and fences) is a concurrent virtual division of various levels of liminal space and enigmatic space, though is more likely with an environmental factor like less intrusive noise. The tools from under the door are another association with achieving consciousness, of which the preconscious (reticular activating system) is the foremost dynamic.

The stones become transparent when closer to initiating consciousness (starting the fire) to remind me my dream is an illusion but still controllable by instinct.

Cats sometimes appear with wall mediation (with many specific examples of this in my dream journal), as a virtual anchor in liminal space; and in childhood, a summoned virtual witness to the dream state when lucid. In this instance, the cat is a tiny version of Tiger (a cat from my childhood when I lived on 611 North Monroe Street in 1967). One of the photographs from this time features me sitting in front of the front door, holding him.

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Night of September 13, 1969. Saturday.



This is one of those “just walking around and looking at stuff” dreams, though not of the admiring perspective as in later lucid dreams. It is also one of my typical childhood dreams where the environment seems only about three-quarters rendered and a light fog eventually flows in from more distant features, yet only about three or four inches high from any implied ground or floor (and as mentioned in other entries, I have never been certain if this was influenced by a staged “dream scene” on a television show, or a natural association representing the dreaming process itself, especially as my dream work began so early in life, I did not note much of what may have influenced particular dreams and only through a lot of extensive research have I been able to validate some very early influences over the last ten years).

I am north of my home in Cubitis seemingly before sunrise, on the east side of the Highway, probably in the same general area on the other side of the highway from the W family house. However, there is a large fictional building which seems to be some sort of store (though designed more like a warehouse). Inside, though no one else is around (I am not certain if it is abandoned or just closed), are wooden shelves, farther north being bags of fertilizer on higher shelves from one to three high, and closer to where I mostly remain being small garden forks, diggers, and trowels, some randomly strewn about on a particular shelf. It occurs to me that some of these garden tools are brand new and others damaged (perhaps returned to the store after long usage). I try to focus on this being fact or not but am not that aware. There is also an extremely vague association with eating utensils (forks and spoons) and their similarity to the garden tools.

I trip over a shovel (left leg - probably in an attempt to walk southerly back to my house) leaned up against a wall near a doorway and somehow fall through the doorway into a black void (though do get the impression of an empty room with a dirt floor), similar to a hypnagogic jerk (or hypnic jerk) but fully within the dream state - or rather, the very end of the dream state. Interestingly, I can always trace these supposed hypnic jerks to an actual dream (often a vivid or even lucid dream) yet much of the information on the Internet claims that they occur as a person is falling asleep, which does not at all match my own lifelong experiences (then again, hardly anything I ever read ever does, so that is nothing new).