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Morning of October 1, 2016. Saturday.



This dream scenario, where I am part of a group of spies or people conducting surveillance, is the second recent and clearer dream of this situation. I seem to be on an airplane, seated on my own on the left side, though this is somewhat ambiguous as it seems more like an odd library setup at one point (though still with the layout of an airplane relative to seating and certain environmental features).

As in my other recent dream of this characterization I have a briefcase that contains both cryptography and communications technology, though is of a different design than with my other dream. At one point, I hold up a large rectangular green and silver printed circuit board, though which has a small rectangular LCD display in the upper right corner. I push various parts of the circuit without any real clue to what I am doing (even though I seem to know) and which activates something on the display. The imagery and motions of my right hand (as well as the sense of touch on my fingertip) is extraordinarily vivid and stable as I move my hand randomly about touching various points. I hold it up vertically in front of me, as if deliberately showing it off to the other people present (even though they are members of the general public who would likely not know what it is).

Eventually, I am looking at my open briefcase with the computerized equipment. There is a set of rolling cylinders in the upper right. There also seems to be a password panel where small rollers are set, similar to a bicycle lock. There is a section on the left that is for displaying names of groups within the communications ring. Curiously, it presently displays a phrase which includes “pink pussy”. As I contemplate what my mission might be, an unknown female (of about eighteen) approaches and takes a cellphone out of its compartment in my briefcase. She seems annoyed at the person attempting to make contact with me and who is using country code fifty-four (though I am not sure if she is implied to be a stewardess as she is informally dressed in blue jeans and a plain blouse).

“I know all about this,” she says, “Country code fifty-four is America” (which is incorrect as it is actually Argentina but I do not remember this in the dream state though I do recall that Australia is sixty-one). After telling me this she walks away and towards the back of the airplane, though sitting down on the right side about four seats behind me. I hear her talking in an annoyed but authoritative manner and, in addition to other issues, she seems to be telling them off about their usage of the term “pink pussy” as part of an international spy ring name. I start to realize that the person on the other end probably has no idea what she is talking about or what is going on, or maybe does not even speak English as I had heard at least a few Spanish phrases. I am not that concerned and remain passive.

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This seems to once again confirm that the preconscious personification (though which does not directly appear in all dreams) cannot ultimately be fully controlled or scripted as every other dream setting, feature, and character can be. My present guess is that it is because it serves a special function in liminal space between sleeping and waking and is somehow directly linked to circadian rhythms and likely another biological function (likely the waking mechanism itself, somehow personified to prevent staying asleep for too long, my best guess at this time). However, in apex lucidity (and in certain other dream types), I seem to wholly “replace” this character. I still have not worked out all the specifics even in fifty years of dream work (although it is something I have not studied quite as much as other components). Saying that country code fifty-four is America confirms the usual wrongness of how this character communicates, which is also a bit of a puzzle. However, thanks to a number of very similar dreams over the years, some clues have emerged. The preconscious personification does not appear to like me having a telephone or other method of communication (which symbolizes access to my conscious self or possibly even the collective unconscious or collective conscious). This seems to imply that it is “against” the dream self (the dream self being the subconscious personification) attaining lucidity - though this may be relative to the specific timing or segment of the dream (which is always the last part); very curious since the “unity hug” instigates this communication or at least coalescence of the dream self into full consciousness, what dreams are naturally designed to represent with virtually countless metaphors. (Then again, a telephone symbolizes indirect communication while a hug is actual “physical” communication. I suspect there is much more to this.)

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Last night i dreamt with Pedro, being friendly and with goodwill (i was goodwilled so i saw him with goodwill as well).

This night i dreamt again with Pedro, but it was more of a selfish thing the interaction and a moment of true endurance in a friendship. Why selfish? Because we were playing a game in the dream world. I fell on a tower, and instead of dying i perceived it that i lost the game. So now it was his turn to play... But he chose a totally different game... Anyways i just stayed there impatiently. [For moments like this i should become lucid. Im not bound to stay there, im free to do whatever i want. But because of attachment to my friend or the activity we were doing i hanged on there]. Why endurance in a friendship? Because the moment of endurance happened while we were in friendship. His game was finishing and he wanted to culminate it (If i explained the game it wouldn't fit what a game is, but i perceived till the last of the clinging as a game), so i held a Mate and he held a hose and washed the Mate full with yerba. The water pressure was very strong and he kept holding it, then at the last moments he said that it was burning, but he didn't laid it down, and he kept holding it. Then the pressure was finished and he layed down the hose. He showed his hands as red and wanted to express the pain he had by showing them, but of course i knew i couldn't know the pain by just looking at the hands nor touching them. I had forgotted about this kind of things that happened when we were children. If i had a pain like that i would find the quickest way to stop it. But this is a good lesson that sometimes better to act wisely and/or maturely. This dream i wrote down fully in my personal dream journal, i just didn't want to copy it here because it is on the cellphone.

However the other thing i dreamt was that i dreamt with my uncle Dario, and this i didn't took note because i didn't remember until late at day. Dario is the brother of my father. My father is the oldest in his generation, and then follows Dario. We were in a family gathering, in the garage of my grandparents house. Dario wasn't with his wife, and i thought that she might have passed away, although maybe that wasn't the case, maybe he was in her home village. Someone came up saying something about her wife, that she is old or something like that ... and Dario remained calm, but then noticed that something was said. However he acted differently as he tend to act/react, he acted with good intentions to my surprise, and said serenly "That actually offended me", but he sounded more like sad but at the same time equanimous. Sad because he trusted his family, he never thought before that there is such gossip, and also that people don't tell him about. He got up and went through the kitchen. My father also got up and walked with him with his left arm on his shoulder and back, supporting him, like an older brother would do.

+ rock climbing

+ bikini

+ kisses

+ journey outside, frozen wave

I feel there are more to dreams than most of us will ever understand. I for one don't understand and have not figured out a way to interpret. I do however pay close attention to my dreams because my dreams are more conscious type dreams and learning dreams. I go through spurts in my life where I am very conscious of my dreams and then times when I get carried away with life and really don't remember them. I can only go by my experience and for me dreams have given me the strength to survive real life events. My dreams aren't like psychic dreams because for instance I had a nightmare when I was 9 that my father was being chased around the outside of my house by a man dressed in black and he was shooting at him, my dad was trying to protect us. I woke up terrified and told my parents about it. Then when I was 20 in real life my father was murdered outside his girlfriends house and shot 8 times with an ouzi machine gun. The man was dressed as a Ninja. My fathers girlfriend was chased around the inside of the house and shot and killed, then the killer shot himself, while the girlfriends son and friend were upstairs. Could be coincidence but it also prepared me because it actually felt like deja vu and that nightmare immediately popped into my mind. I had another nightmare when my son was a toddler that I was at a park with him that had a lake. I couldn't find him anywhere and saw his shoes floating upside down in the lake and knew he drowned. Woke up terrified from that one as well. Then 3 years ago in real life my grandson drowned at a pool at his daycare, it was the worse time of my life. Again coincidence? Could be but then for the nightmare that made me really wonder was the one where I saw my husband standing against our bed with blood all over his underwear and running down his leg. That same day after telling my husband about my dream, my husbands youngest son was rushed to the emergency room with a tear in his intestine, which caused him to have a lot of bleeding in the same was as my dream, and almost died. Then just a week or so ago I had that cancer dream that I posted about hearing the voice saying She has cancer and it was basically not treatable. I didn't know who she was. Just found out this week, She is the woman I work with and her cancer is in both of her lungs and spread to her brain. All can be coincidences, but these are just some of the scenarios, so you can see why I feel there is more to dreams. The events that actually occurred were not exactly as my dream, but similar enough where at the least you have to agree that it still prepared me for these events. I still don't understand it, but I do appreciate it and I am no longer afraid of it. People who don't believe in this will never believe in it, but I ask you....what is the harm in believing that you have something inside of you that is trying to protect you? It is better to look at the positive side of things ALWAYS!

D1 - [Repeat dream] I need to meet a deadline for a performance
I have no instruments for my class or choice of song. We start to make our own instruments and manage to make a few percussiion things. Then a second group make something else etc. Next the song we make up at random.
I go from the usual panic in the dream to feeling things are achievable.

D2 - Outside school parents are being run over by traffic but due to holes in the road filled by flooding, they are knocked underwater tempoarily only, but it is upseting to watch and i am very concerned each time it happens. I see the face of a blond woman going under water then breath sigh of relief as I see she is unhurt.

D3 - At last I am moving to a house where I will have a proper bed. I imagine my previous homes in the dream. One place where I had to stay on a L-shaped black leather couch in the front room of a modern style apartment. And another place where I had to sleep on a black leather gym bench and remember it being cold in the morning with the sun light of early morning shining in.
I awake in the new house next to shonuh, she is kissing me but i am still half a sleep and dont realise what is happening until she has stopped. She says she knew she shouldnt but had always wanted too. I feel its a shame I wasnt awake LOL.

Frag - Going out the exit before remembering to get shopping and having to go long way round to get back in.

D4 - At school I am a kid and am rooting for our favourite teacher with other kids. There seems to be some kind of silent power struggle between to teachers.
One teacher tries to humiliate our teacher by getting a kid to bring him a dish of what looks like pinky orange melon in a star anise shape. I looks horrible, wet and cold.
He tries to eat it and it goes everywhere. The girl next to me brings him a load of tissues. He flinches when she dabs at his chin, then excepts thankfully.
He gives us the thumbs up saying something about the red t-bones we are wearing as neck ties.

D5 - Decorating the front room, which has a rectangular padded black bath in it. Behind the bath the wall needs painting. I cant complete painting it light blue as there is a patch where the condensation makes it impossible to apply the paint. The peeling paint around the long gap is in the shape of many pairs of hands. I suggest having a tank of sand to absorb the excessive moisture in the air. At the end of the bath I put the sand with some shells on it, there are strong objections to this idea.

Frags
- Person with red paisley shirt with skin burnt/cut stuck to it.
- Staying at house with no heating waiting for repairman.

I dreamt that the science branch of the government sent a team of witches (men and women, both) to alternate universes to combat a dimension hopping entity called the Hunger. They were advised to only keep company within their group, as consorting with strangers could lead to complications. One man had grown attached to a woman in their group, she was tall, with light caramel skin, a narrow face, she had blue eyes and curly dark blond hair pulled into two short tufts on the top of her head.
She was fond of him but easily switched to another of their number. He resents how easily she left him, and ends up asking for consent when he decides to court someone else in the group. She gives a small nod, which he also resents, because it proves how little she felt for him.
They are under the direction of an old scientist they call Grandfather, there are ten of them. They have traveled to another universe. It is dark there. The only light is dim and red, all the rooms cavernous. Empty. They can't decide what to do because the timeline is unclear. Action could either eradicate the Hunger, or incite mass infection. The man and his former consort sit on a log in the middle of a very large room. Grandfather is across from them. The man admits that he knows which course of action they could take.
She says, "You can't know. We would need a Seer."
He confesses that he was a part of the famous 'failed' experiment. The one, years ago, that intended for children to keep their psychic abilities well into adulthood. Her eyes turn to him and his features become indistinct, shining with a dull, opaque light, a small horn protruding from his forehead. She can't quite believe it. Witches were common, but that experiment means he is no longer human, he is Andan. He smiles a little sadly, and knowing that this only widens the gulf between them, and insists he knows what they should do next.
For the rest of the dream I do not see him as a flesh and blood person, just the opaque light with human outlines.

There's a brief interlude where I believe I am his intended, and we run across a field. There is a quest, like in a game, a challenge for lovers. I run straight toward it, but have a moment of sadness and doubt, because he is reluctant to join me, so I avoid it too. Then I pretend I never intended to accept the challenge.

1) I was on a boat with some friends from a very long time ago. They seemed to know what they were doing and moored it by a tree just out from shore. We all got out and walked around, there was a reef just under our feet. Someone went out a bit further and was looking for food. He came back and poured a red lumpy sauce from somewhere, we tried it and it tasted good.
Then it seemd that the tide had gone out and the boat was sitting on some rocks and there was a long steep path going down to a town (or something). I was impressed that the boat was moored so accurately. I went down the path, next I remember coming back up it and jumping very high and coming down through the trees back onto the path.

2) I was in an opperating theatre with a group of medical students we were talking and laughing. A female surgeon came over to us and was looking for a rubber stamp, I had a box full of stamps and gave her the right one. Then I was walking out into a swimming pool, I walked along the edge carrying another rubber stamp which I was looking at. I was going towards a group of medical students that I was going to teach. Someone who I knew years ago said hello to me and told me that he was one of my students.
Next I was looking around for lunch and wlked into some sort of canteen. I found where lunch had been laid out for my group and it was all meat (I'm vegetarian), everyone else was sitting around the table eating already, so I had to go somewhere in search of the vegetarian option. I found it under a plastic sheet but it wasn't very good, just some packets of crisps and stale bread.

I woke up with a runny nose & it took my attention away from my dream. Hence no dream recall that made sense.