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    1. Influencing Holograms

      by , 04-08-2017 at 10:08 AM
      Morning of April 8, 2017. Saturday.

      Dream #: 18,373-03. Reading time: 1 min 46 sec.

      Zsuzsanna and our family as we are now are at a futuristic craft fair. There is a big round table that rotates as it displays different sections of holograms of various craft projects such as teddy bear kits, stuffed owls, and clothing items. At times, they almost seem to solidify, and I get the impression that some of them do with a purchase. There is one point where “real” pins and needles seem to be on the table. The imagery is beautiful. I am thinking of what items I could get for Zsuzsanna.

      I enter a mode of thought where I know I can create and control events but without dream state awareness. I mentally try to complete a Hot Wheels race track. It is difficult but a section at a time appears and eventually covers a long table. (The first part starts as a loop.)

      I focus on an overhead view of several different kinds of candy bars displayed on a panel, possibly an advertisement on the tabletop. I try to cause the image to become “real” candy bars for us and our children. I become annoyed when my will does not seem to be strong enough. I slap the image with my right hand, and as a result, all of the candy bars become “real.”

      Soon, I vaguely become aware that I am dreaming. Zsuzsanna and I are then on a big bed in a room filled with them. While on my back, we make love, with Zsuzsanna over me, leaning forward. Many other people are around, though most are in a different room.

      There is an enhanced and sustained sense of touch. I do not want to allow RAS mediation to dominate as I am closer to lucidity. Still, the preconscious simulacrum appears as an unknown male of about forty, walking in from the left side of the big room. (All other dream characters remain on the right side of the setting.) He approaches the right side of the bed. I imagine a gun into my right hand and shoot him several times in the head and chest as the waking transition is already underway.

      There is a precognitive tag here as I did not know I would soon be seeing a scene from “The Scorpion King” where a rotating table of the same size and height as the one from my dream is featured. It might be a “message” in that the movie scene features a test with a sorceress putting her hands in various vases with a random placement of cobras. She pulls one out but controls it, thus displaying even more power (and control) than previously.

      Updated 03-11-2019 at 12:53 PM by 1390

    2. Matchbox Car Man

      by , 03-21-2016 at 09:21 AM
      Morning of March 21, 2016. Monday.

      I am with my family mostly as we are now (though I seem to be much younger at one point) where we presently live on W Street, though the house is bigger. Our kitchen is much bigger and has an extra counter running from south to north on the east side of the back hallway, with extra shelves above it. As I walk through our kitchen at one point, I notice a lot of loaves of bread and what seems to be cheap birthday party items (such as unopened packages with paper hats, paper plates, and cheap novelties and party favors and such). I am not sure whose birthday is upcoming.

      At one point, there are a lot of Matchbox Cars arranged on different surfaces, mostly in two rows. A couple older males appear in our house eventually, though I am not sure of the reason. There is something about one of them trying to find a certain Matchbox Car, but which is a car from the 1940s. I try to help but I am not sure where everything is. I know I have most of the ones made in the 1960s. I think the Mercedes 300SE may be relevant but I do not say anything, only that I may be able to find what they are seeking (though I do not).

      There is illogical setting distortion for a short time where I seem to shift outside and back inside while just standing in one spot (though the view may be implied to be from our window, though as a requisite it would have no screen or curtains), where I am looking at one of the men (who must have teleported there but who is back for the next scene) in a small light yellow golf cart (facing away from the west side of our house on the footpath) which seemingly resembles a downsized Roadster Hot Rod from the 1940s and I remark that I have a Matchbox Car like that, which is not exactly true as I firstly mistake the golf cart for an old car design and then consider I may be thinking about a different model, yet it really just looks like a modern ordinary golf cart upon a closer look. I feel a bit unusual and ineffectual in designating a new golf cart as a 1940s hot rod but the scene shifts again (though the scene itself seems random and like a “glitch” or like a very short dream within a longer and more vivid dream that slightly altered its flow).

      Interestingly, Jack Odell (March 19, 1920-July 7, 2007) is present and walking about for quite some time. I am not sure why he is spending his time here for a day or two. We are talking about various aspects of Matchbox Cars (as the time period seems to shift physically only at one level and my collection is not present as it was just previously - though our sons still have many Matchbox Cars in their own rooms) as well as other ideas, including the unfortunate end of product quality and customer service in modern times with poorer and poorer design and less and less longevity and usability in anything made. He reflects on various events. I tell him how I used to keep my Matchbox Cars in a large suitcase. For some reason, I visualize all of them piled atop each other within the suitcase (it was actually a large black typewriter case), but in reality, they were kept in the original box. I tell him about the very first Matchbox Car I was given, which I cannot quite remember the name or number of. I give a couple details about it, including the green boat for the rack on top, and he seems to know what I mean.

      “Ford Love,” he says, smiling. (It was actually a Ford Corsair.) I consider that Ford Love is a “real” model and nod hesitantly (since I do not want to call him wrong), but possibly not the one I had, though I do not say anything. He seems happy and nostalgic and I feel I am spending a day in a “realm of good memories” - yet I also seem puzzled as to why such a wealthy and well-known person would spend a day or two at our house, especially in such an informal and friendly manner. There are dream remnants that seem like “echoes” of long periods of conversation, like a subtle “phantom audio” that only some dream types produce.