Milk & honey /w cereal @ 2220 Bed @2250 /w half melatonin Overnight: Ninja's subliminal recall Woke @ 0315 /w crying baby. Recall lost. Woke @ 0600 /w alarm Expensive Chinese I'm in the Chinese restaurant near work. The waitress comes by, gives me my check, and asks me to take care of it, then moves away. I go to the cash register, but no one is behind the counter. I wonder if by 'take care of it' she means I'm supposed to use the register myself to charge myself before leaving. I look at the receipt and am astounded to see that it's costing nearly $25 dollars for my lunch - I normally end up paying about $10 when I come to this place! I look over the receipt to see why it's so expensive and see that the meal itself cost $14 - surprisingly high - and my request to change the kind of noodle I got raised the price by another $10! That's crazy. I look around for a menu to see the prices, but I don't see one anywhere. I check the counter near the cash register to see if there are any take-out menus, and there are. I grab one and look over it, but I don't see anything about a cost for requesting changes. Too many lefts I'm in a parking lot in a commercial area, and I'm standing by my car. I'm thinking about how to get to my next stop and am unhappy that the best way to do it is to make a left out from here, a left at the corner, a left at the next corner, and a left into the next parking lot. I hate left turns, especially in crowded areas like this (downtown somewhere). I realize that there are no roads crossing between where I am now and where I'm going, and it's not that far, so I decide just to walk. Saving Roland I'm playing a game. Somehow it feels like a first-person shooter, though my perspective is actually from over head. I get a transmission from Roland asking for my urgent assistance. Sure enough, by the time I get to him, he's already dead. I don't know if that's a scripted event or because I took too long, so I restart the section. This time, I hurry to him and arrive in time to save him, but a sniper ends up killing me. I try again, this time arriving in time to save him and managing not to get shot. I take him with me as we circle a large warehouse-like building, eventually returning to near where I started. Borrowing tools I'm doing yard work at my house, and I've walked over to ask my neighbors for a 'chop chop.' Their whole family - both parents and their daughter - is out front, and I end up talking to them for a few minutes. They moved in fairly recently and I haven't spoken to them much, though in the past they did offer that I could borrow tools from them any time I needed to. They have a vaguely foreign look to them, though I can't peg where they're from. Costco renewal I'm at Costco getting ready to check out, and I know that my membership will need to be renewed soon. I notice that one of the membership people has put a yellow folder onto the checkout counter and know that it's my account info. Sure enough, the cashier adds the new membership to my bill, which boosts an already-high bill even higher. After paying with my Amex, he immediately tosses the credit card into a burn bin since I'll be getting a replacement card soon. I'm not happy: that's the card I use day-to-day, and 'soon' isn't 'now.' It's one of those trash cans that's only got a slit on top, so there's no way to get the card back out. Now I'm filling out the paperwork for the renewed membership. There are lots of name fields, and I start off by putting down my name, my wife's name, and my online handle. I realize that last one isn't appropriate for this kind of thing, so I erase it. I wonder if I'm supposed to put all my kids' names on the form, but that doesn't make sense for a shopping card when they're so young. I look at the back of the form and see a different grid. I wonder if I'm only supposed to fill out one of the two sections. The instructions are very unclear. Fragments I'm watching a couple sitting at a large event in Brazil. Some fireworks are being set off, and I see a rocket whiz past their heads. I'm leading my family and the T's kids through a maze of hallways with moving sidewalks. Later we're outside.
18/2/16: Dream 1: For some reason I decided in the night to try to apply for theatre school. I went on their website and opened up the application form, but there were a whole heap of questions about Shakespeare like which play was this certain helmet used in or whatever so I gave up and went out to the kitchen and got a drink. Dream 2: I was eating dinner and then I unpacked the dishwasher, for some reason there was a yellowed newspaper rolled up in their. I asked my mum why that was in there and she said she was using the dishwasher to get the plastic off of old newspapers. I didn't understand but didn't care lol. Dream 3: I was walking near a train station when the boom gates went down, except no train had come after about 20 seconds. Some cars started driving around them, but I was yelling at them not to as a train was coming. There was something about a wild monkey appearing. Fragment about a fight.
The dream started at my house while I watched TV, I remember the show was sort of like daytime tv or something, but then I looked at my phone and saw I was late for an event, and checked the phone again and it clearly displayed the time being 7:02. I couldn't believe I was actually so late, so I pinched my nose and tried to breathe through it, and when I did I freaked out and weaves my hands together to see if it would look normal but my fingers were twisted together and I went lucid. Immediately I ran outside and looked up at the sky because I remembered the monthly challenge. In the sky I saw clouds shaped like narwhales and Aquaman, and suddenly there was a Stingray floating in front of me. I was then seeing if I could create a ladder because in the dream I needed one. After a bunch of other furniture floated in around me, suddenly it turned transparent and wasn't solid, and doctors were all around me telling me I was going crazy and that I was just imagining I was creating this furniture. I woke up after that. When I went back to sleep, I lose lucidity and find myself in a classroom teaching some sort of art class with my friends, but I'm late and decide to not take the class. I then leave the room with my friends and we are talking about movies.
The dream began when i was walking near some pond or lake.. i saw like maybe 6m long and very thin snake.. it was black and it did not look really dangerous. While i was watching her.. she springed herself.. jumped 15m into the water, grabbed something and sprung back.. i was like.. whaatt? Later i was searching for this snake with somebody else, i was trying to show it to this person. But instead we have found another snake.. a big one! it looked like a 25m long anaconda. The snake just opened her eyes and saw us looking at her. We said to ourselves "maybe it is better to leave this place" and not until now we have found out that there were a million snakes around us. From big ones to the smallest. All the place was just covered with snakes.. what we thought it was the grass.. well it wasnt. It was millions of little snakes that were shaped like grass.. we started to run away from this place.. But the big anaconda had her plans as well.. she started to chase us. The terrain was covered with mud it was a swamp.. so it was hard to run. The other guy was faster than me.. he disappeared quickly. And the anaconda was getting closer and closer.. i tried to go faster but i could not. I looked back a few times and it got clear, that she will get me.. soon.. i still tried to run and i was thinking.. "ooh.. if I only had a knife with me" While running i searched my pants pockets and i found one.. it was not the biggest hunting knife i was hoping to find.. it was a swiss pocket knife.. well, better than nothing. I picked the biggest blade it had to offer.. looked back.. and stopped. The snake went for my leg.. her head was huge and she bit my whole leg! But funny thing was, that i was super calm! at the moment she bit my leg.. i just hammered my knife into her head. I broke her skull and she was killed with a single blow.. well it was a really hard hit. I decapitated the snake.. took her head and went home.. to warn the others about this place..
I'm laying on my bed, feeling warm and relaxed. I start to get the rocking feeling I associate with dream, but I get a little too enthousiastic and wake up instead of getting into the dream. I don't move and bid my time. When I feel it's strong enough, I throw my dream body out and roll of the bed. I grab the edge to get back up and follow it to the window, in pitch blackness as usual. I get out through the window and walk alongside the wall until I start getting my vision back. As it happen, I snap back in my bed, once again in the dark and half awake. At this point I take the time to calm down, still not moving, because lucidity in ten seconds intervalls will get tedious. I do the whole throwing my body out again and get out, keeping my hand on the wall and focusing on the texture to keep me grounded. I get my vision slowly, and I'm in the front garden. The car usually parked here is nowhere to be seen and Everything is tinged by the golden light of a very late afternoon. My vision is somewhat blurry, and there is somme kind of dark circle obscuring it. I make the gesture of taking of a pairs of glasses and hear them hitting the ground, but it doesn't really help. It's irking me and that's not good for the dream's stability, so I decide to let it go instead of focussing on it. I walk a little down the road, knowing that I need to find someone, but not remembering who. I extent my hand behind me tentatively, but no-one grabs it. I walk a little more, trying to remember, but I really don't remember and I start to worry that the phone is going to wake me up. So I just call Eli for a hug I'm going to need a post-it with "silvery man" written on waiting on my pillow everynight, don't I?
I had a series of short dreams where I became semi Lucid... I remember trying to get a tattoo as a tribute to my boyfriend. In the dream I had a hard time describing what I wanted, I kept changing details thinking that's what I wanted. The scenery was winter, cold, snowing and bitter. I remember trying to fly across a frozen pond, thinking that I knew it was a dream and that all I had to do was believe in order to fly properly. I had subconscious doubt which made me falter in my flight but I made it across the pond non the less. There was also a couple puppies but I don't remember much after that.
D1 - At school, after lessons, there is some festival? on.Everyone is congregated into a smallish space. Lots of bustling, two school children tell me that S is looking for me, and they want to help raise money for her. I follow them only to find out they are scamming me. I am very cross, and look for them but they're are way to many people and I can't see them anywhere. I decide to spend the afternoon looking through the building for them. Another teacher says he had similar problem. D2 - I am lying on the ground talking into an old style black phone, with swirly cord. I am allowed to ask questions of someone. Questions they would never normally ask about themselves. For every question I ask, I take one bullet from a gun. I ask stilted questions as its a bit difficult to focus when you've been shot. Each time I am getting holes torn into me. Soon enough I receive a fatal bullet. I do not care and am happy to sacrifice my life for the answers. I dramatically spray into a grey powder, loads of black dots on closer examination. Leaving powder in the air and black peices that are left of me.
1) I am in the grden of the house I was brought up in. I want to fly as high as possible then free fall back to the ground. I fly up but realise I'm not as high as I thought as I can still touch the ground, so I go higher, I can see the top of a tree next to me. Then I move across and touch the top of the roof of the house and look at the tiles and move around it. Next I'm in an upstairs bedroom with an open window in front of me and I run and jump out of it trying to believe that I can fly and won't just drop to the ground. I look down at the ground and can fly as I expected. 2) Lots of little fragments: Driving through a field and the corn is just starting to grow, a road has been cut through the middle of it. I get somewhere and am sitting in the car, i think it is one of the local villages, not sure why I'm there. The radio is on. Then I talk to a man and demonstrate something to him, he's not very impressed. then a vague memory of playing around with a computer and the video card.
This was a very long dream chain. Maybe my longest ever. It all starts with a hallucination. Or am I dreaming? I can never be too sure. I'm in bed, waiting for the transition. To my right, a female figure appears, but transparent. This is not an unusual for a hallucination. I check my body. No, I get the feeling that it's not safe to move yet. She moves closer and becomes more solid. My thoughts race. It's The Goddess, but I'm not dreaming yet, so I should be patient. She smiles at me. She's very pretty, as always. Tonight, she has straight auburn hair and pale skin. But mostly I notice her seductive red lips. She is reading my thoughts. I don't know which thought triggers her reaction but her smile spreads wider and she whispers "For free." Puzzled and paralyzed, I don't know what to say. "What?" She smiles again and makes a clever gesture with her eyebrows. "Find me later?" My thoughts are still cloudy. I figure I'm probably dreaming now, but my dreambody doesn't feel ready yet. She disappears and I fall through. Typical. I fall awake into The Field. It's a bright clear day. In the middle of the grass, already waiting for me, is an asphalt basketball court. Just a half court with no floor markings and a modest hoop with a wooden backboard and chain metal net. This was part of the plan I incubated. I want to dunk. Something I could never do in real life. A ball appears in my hands, and, as I get a feel for it, I can't help but remark that this is all a bit silly. I can do anything here in The Dreaming. I could go to The Moon or summon a beautiful woman. But what I really want to do is dunk a basketball. Simple pleasures, eh? I do it once. It's... satisfactory. I try it a few different ways like backwards, and accepting a high bounce pass, and then an alley-oop. Yeah, it's kinda cool but maybe I was hoping for more. I suppose I'm still bothered by the idea that, even though I can do this in a dream, I could still never do it in real life, so I can't really know what it should feel like. Oh well. It was something to do and by incubating the scene, it's quite vivid and stable, so that's good. I feel confident that I have a lot of time to work with. The basketball court disappears into the grass as I contemplate a new scene. Hmm, how about The Beach? The Beach is another one of the stock scenes in my repertoire. Though, more so than the others, it's different every time so it's always a refreshing destination. Much like a real beach. I usually teleport to new scenes but tonight I figure I'll try terraforming the scene. I have to think for a moment how I will do it. I'm not actually that practiced at this kind of overt control. But let's give it a try. I look down at the grass and imagine it turning into water. My experience with overt control is just to be a bit patient and allow it to happen slowly it if needs to. In other words, don't be discouraged if it doesn't happen instantly. Slowly, the water starts to come in puddles. It's like all my footprints from the basketball court have filled with water, making the ground a swampy swiss cheese. Hey, that's kinda interesting. Emboldened by this initial success, I look up to the horizon and see the puddles spread as far as I can see. And then, starting at the horizon and working back toward me, the water seeps between and fills in. It's as if the edge of the world just sunk into the ocean. Aha, now we're cookin'. I'm still standing on grass but a vast body of water now extends before me. But this is supposed to be The Beach, so we need some sand, n'est pas? With a hand gesture, I sprinkle sand in front of me. And so a stretch of sandy ground extends in front of me a good 50 paces. That looks right. Now the still water has become a proper ocean with foaming crests and crashing waves. Proud of my work so far, I start tinkering perhaps too much. I'm prone to that. I turn to the grassy field that remains behind me and start pulling up the ground to create hills. It just doesn't seem right to have grassland right next to the beach. That's not how it is in California anyway. But as I pull up the ground, it forms squarish blocks of dirt, still topped with flat grass. Like boxels. Hmm. I continue tinkering but it just won't look right. Eventually I realize I'm doing too much and stop myself. I turn back to The Beach. At least that part looks good, so let's enjoy it. The Beach is now populated with some DCs. It looks like a real beach on a typical summer day. People in their swimsuits under their umbrellas. Swimmers and surfers out on the waves. Children delighting in the wet sand that appears as each tide recedes. Couples strolling together. And per usual, I ponder. They all look happy. I created them. I created all this. But I leave them alone. It's a pleasant scene to look at, but I'd rather not get involved. Is this what it's like to be God? To be so powerful, but always the outsider? Eternally suffering from ennui? And then I remember that old passage: Shall the clay ask the potter: What makest thou? A good thought-ending cliché, to be sure. But it takes on a more subtle meaning when you've experienced being both the clay and the potter. Regardless, it rouses me from my introspection. It's a nice scene, but let's not dwell on it. Let's move on. I fall into The Void and wonder where to go next. Not yet sure, I emerge at altitude above a mountainous landscape. I'm actually diving quite fast and I seem to be in the midst of a sandstorm. The air feels very sharp, if that makes sense. "Where are The Players?!" I yell, as if calling an SOS into a radio. Then the scene below become like a screen showing a tactical map. A computer-ish dot appears and flashes their location. I aim my descent toward it and soon land in a city scene. It's a rough-looking city. Sort of retro-futuristic, like Logan's Run but with more edge. Blade Runner? Actually I've never seen it. I think I have, but what I am actually remembering is The Running Man. But whatever. My memory of this section is hazy because there were so many vignettes, some too sexy to record. I'll just detail a few. I walk through the city, and as I encounter each group of DCs, I recognize one of them as one of The Players and they draw me into a short scene. And then on into the next one. All while in motion. Very Aaron Sorkin-like. I recognize Arlo and he guides me into a bar and hands me a drink. "Where is everyone else?" Before I can take a sip, gunshots force everyone to the floor. I army-crawl out the back entrance and run into a mall. Hurrying through the mall, I notice a bathroom to my right. A DC nods at me and winks. I recognize him as a Player and wink back. He leans his head toward the bathroom. A herd of women are walking in. Among them is a very tall one wearing a long trench coat. This is the target. The Player and I follow into the bathroom with me taking the lead. I look at my hand and make a pistol appear. In the bathroom, I find this tall woman and fire one shot at her mid-section. She doubles over and her trench coat opens, revealing that it's actually two short men stacked on top of each other, wearing an obvious wig and terrible makeup. I toss the pistol to the Player and he winks once more. "Nice shot, Hollywood." I continue on into another maze of hallways and doors. I emerge into an outdoor space with no one around. Phew. A moment of pause. I'm exhausted. How long have I been dreaming? And where is this all going? It started with Her.... Near me is a bank of video telephones. I tap the screen on one and command "Call The Goddess." The screen shows what looks like a security camera angle, looking down on a busy restaurant kitchen. In view is The Goddess. This time she looks cartoonish, like an animation of cutouts of colored paper against a blurry black-and-white background. We talk, I'm not sure about what. I was supposed to find her. But she seems really busy in this kitchen and tells me we'll have to meet later. Disappointed, I take in the scene around me again. Maybe I can find that restaurant that She is working at. But I see I'm at the edge of this city and just in the distance I see The Beach. I was there before. I'm going in circles. It's evening now and the sun is setting. There's just one pair of DCs left there; one of the same couples that I saw earlier. The man in light blue trunks. The woman in a salmon-pink two-piece. They face away from me, looking out toward the ocean. They don't move though. Maybe they aren't real. I mean, of course they aren't real because this is a dream. I mean, maybe they are statues. Or maybe I'm looking at a photograph. And now I notice palm trees. They really complete the scenic look. Damn, I forgot palm trees earlier.
+ (f) football, watching some teams play. There is a little dwarf coach who runs out on the field in between the plays and runs back off to the sidelines for the play. + I'm telling my elderly neighbors to water the garden plants for me, at least once a week, or else my wife will be furious to return and find them all dead. I'm thinking they can use the back-and-forth sprinkler on the left side, and there's a little round sprinkler down in the lower right corner for the right side. Location: on street outside childhood home. + (f) I'm leaving the house and its pouring rain outside. I start putting on a full body rain suit + I'm leaving and airplane, and I'm in a real hurry for the connecting flight. They tell me while I'm running off the plane NOT to turn to the left. I get to the terminal and the attendants are directing me through a series of side corridors: "Hurry!" "He won't make it!" I get to a place outside where the planes taxi in some back area and I keep expecting to see my plane taking off but it doens't appear, so I keep running, and I think I can make it, I meet my family (with small kids) in the terminal later + Some girls appear on the street driving a golf-cart-looking car. "Let me drive!" I insist (because I'm the only one with a valid driver's license) [true]. They don't let me drive. "LET ME DRIVE!" I yell but they don't let me, they make some gesture with their hands about how their hands and legs affect the steering. At a table in a restaurant, a waitress brings up a glass and says "here's your beet juice." It is a small glass of it and very pink/red/beet colored. Then the girl next to me has a beet-colored tumbler full of some slushy cocktail. I'm saying that all the local football teams lost. A preppy guy at the table seems annoyed with me (hear him rather than see him) and he says "I bet you only ordered cheese and pepperoni on the pizza."
I was in a city. It was a sunny morning. With a girl from my class we took a bus to school, but suddenly it took a totally different way. We got out of it and saw the correct bus driving and stop nearby. In order to get to it, we had to cross the road. The traffic was terrible, and as I crossed the street I felt weaker. I almost fallen on the road, the bus got away. Suddenly I found myself in school, inside a classroom. It was an English lesson with an old, irritating man. When it was over I decided to go outside - out seemed that school is placed inside my house. I met my maths teacher - a black haired woman in later thirties. She told me that she was wrong shouting at me week ago. Then she asked me what's another name for pharmacology specialist. I didn't knew what she was talking about, but I said a pharmacist. She said that I'm right and went away. There was something wrong about her - it wasn't the teacher but her twin. There were two the same women wandering around the school. I entered the building. It was a twisted maze of corridors and staircases leading to classrooms. I wandered around, trying to find my class. People on the corridor wanted something from me, but I ignored them. Finally I found the right classroom and had a lesson with that irritating man again. I thought "F***!" and sat near the same girl I met in the bus.
I’m in an apartment and there are girls, a woman and a guy. Me and the woman ………sexually part ……… I run out of the apartment and run down stairs when I say to myself "I’m dreaming" and realize that I’m dreaming right now. The floor is cover with blue carpet. I run and jump happy that I’m lucid dreaming right now. I can clearly remember my objectives to do. I say to myself, "do I go back up and continue the sexually part, or find my ex". I decide to find "M"(my ex). There are two ways, the parking or the stairs. I take the stairs. So I run and take the stairs. As I run up the stairs, the dream start fading, I say to myself to not take care. I’m now in a train station and I see "M" sitting down. I go toward her and tell her that she is beautiful and that I’m glad to find her. From far, I see a girl who I know watching us, I make as if I didn’t see her. So I say to "M" if she wants to take a walk with me. She says yes. I grab her hand hard and we start walking away from the train station. We see a kiwi merchant. She tells me to stop but I pull her hand and tell her "no, I just want to spend some time with you". I forgot to ask her the question.
Canal jump I can't recall the beginning of this dream. I'm somewhere in London it seems, trying to get to my (taekwondo?) class. The city has been overgrown somewhat by plants and the infrastructure has crumbled. It's sort of post-apocalyptic, except for the fact that there are still people. At some point I have to cross a canal. I think this is where the dream started. I'm swimming in the canal, going upstream. In my left helft I'm holding a loaf of sliced bread, wrapped in plastic. From somewhere (perhaps a voice over) I hear the information that the Chinese dump their poop in this canal, on the left side from my perspective. I can see the poop floating by on my left, going downstream. There's a clear border until where the poop is floating. My bag with bread is floating away from me a bit, crossing the poopborder. One of the floating poops touches my bread. Fuck, no! Nasty! Am I still gonna take this bread with me? [This part of the dream was so freaking gross]. I continue upstream. I need to be on the left side, but there's no easy way to climb out of the water there, though there are some boats lined up to the side. I exit the canal on the right side. The wall is quite high, but I climb out easily. A few metres further I'm standing at what used to be a bridge over the river. It's broken. All that's left are a few steps on this side and a few on the other, both sides quite overgrown with vegetation. I consider jumping to the other side, but it's clearly too far. Plus on this side the bridge is basically a set of stairs going down, making it impossible to get a good run up. There are 2 white guys standing with me. I'm not sure if we're talking in English or in Dutch, but I tell at least 1 of them that I need to get to taekwondo class, which started on the hour. I look at the watch the guy has on his left wrist. It's one with a white background. I can see that it's already 15 - 20 past the hour and that I'm late. I think it's slightly raining at this point. I look down at the river. There are massive tubes underneath the water surface, perhaps 1.5 metre orso. They have various colours, amongst others purple. I considered diving into the water from here, but if I do that I might hit the pipes. I also wonder for a moment how I didn't feel the pipes if I was swimming down there just now. I'm back along the edge of the canal. My new plan is to jump back in the water and cross to the other side. One of the dudes throws my bag of bread in the water. No you idiot! He asks me why it's a problem, since I'm gonna swim anyway. I tell him that it's a problem cause he threw it in close to our edge of the water and I was gonna jump as far as I can so I wouldn't have to swim that far. I think he retrieves it for me. The stone edge with the water is just a step higher than the rest of the street. Perfect for a run up. There's a small box on it which I can use for extra height. I don't have much space to run though, perhaps 2 metres. From a position a bit further to the left I have more space to run. I consider running with a bow, but that's inefficient. Then I realise I can just move the box to the left, where I have slightly more space. I do so. There's a young kid playing around the box. His mom, who I think is on the other side of the canal on a boat, tells him to give me some space. A man with black hair who is turning bald is approaching from the left with 2 young girls. Somehow I'm under the impression that this guy is from an Eastern European country. He's about to get in my way. This isn't the best run up due to the people around me, but I decide to go for it anyways, as else I might have to wait for the guy and his girls to pass. I run with a slight curve to the right to avoid the guy and jump as far as I can. I had estimated that I would land halfway in the canal, but instead I make it all the way to the other side. Then I continue as if I was doing a parkour run. In the mean time I hear a voice. It feels like I myself am narrating something, but it is in an Eastern European language [I don't speak a single Eastern European language]. I have some fun and do a cork.
Morning of February 18, 2016. Thursday. In my dream, I seem to be in an area that is loosely modeled after my Cubitis home (where I have not lived since 1978, yet my dream self sees it as my present home), at least regarding the large backyard and the railroad tracks behind it (to the east) but there are differences. It seems to be late at night and yet there are short time periods where I can clearly see the covers of books. On at least two occasions, I also notice unknown trucks parked in what would be the backyard. I go near the railroad tracks and notice a shallow cardboard box filled with old How and Why Wonder Books that appears to have been put out by an unknown neighbor farther south, but the majority do not look like any of the ones I had in real life as a boy. However, “Coins and Currency”, which is one I did have, is near the top, but the cover is very worn. There are other books in the box in addition to the How and Why Wonder Books, including magazines and comic books. I think about taking them, as they had been discarded. Still, it is an unusual place to put presumed rubbish, as there is no pick up there (or rather, never was in real life) other than for the train to collect and take to the dump as my dream self reasons. A lifelong dream-related focus of a train taking large amounts of possibly valuable refuse to a landfill (or sometimes a warehouse where it is apparently sorted), usually northward, is a curious recurring theme. I am on the railroad tracks for a time (remaining on the west side of them) but I am aware that a train is approaching from the south. I feel the vibrations and expect it to be carrying a lot of printed materials to a landfill, which enhances my curiosity about possibly attaining interesting books. Oddly, it turns out to be one boxcar moving down the track (with no discernible method of locomotion). It passes me, but when it starts to go through a tunnel (not a real-life feature) on the opposite side of our backyard, to the north, it somehow gets jammed in. I am somehow able to move it back out, as it seems very light. It falls off the railroad tracks directly into the living room of the house, which establishes consciously unresolvable ambiguity as to whether I am in an outdoor or indoor setting. (In real life, there was considerable distance from the railroad tracks to the house.) I see various books inside the boxcar, which now seems only about half the size it had been previously. It is not only very light but starts to bend slightly, like thin aluminum. I notice a “Tom and Jerry” storybook with perhaps one small black and white drawing per page. I also notice two Nancy and Sluggo comic strip collections in book form. There are still a number of other books inside the boxcar as I tip it upside-down, some of the contents spilling onto the living room floor. Two unknown men eventually appear and it seems as if they had been moving the boxcar down the tracks even though they were not seen until this point. They seem puzzled about the details concerning the wreck. They are not angry and seem friendly as I tell them that I hope to keep what I want from the boxcar. I even offer to pay for the contents (only because they showed up and I do not want to be seen as a thief) and the man to my right gives me a puzzled look as if there would be no need. (In the last stage, there is a vague sense of bilocation when the Cubitis living room is associated with the kitchen of our present home and the vague awareness of my real physical body in bed to my right, though there is also a vague awareness of one step leading up to it between the kitchen and where our bed is, a step or staircase symbolizing an increase of neural activity to eventually establish wakeful consciousness.) This dream seems to have been at least partly influenced by having reviewed and written about a childhood dream from 1967 (“Battle atop Boxes on a Boxcar”). A train is typically relevant to the dynamics of the dream state, not waking life. Here, it can be validated that I had threads of instinctual dreaming (unaware of being in a dream but still with influence and control). This is why my dream self was able to stop the boxcar (subliminally willing it to become stuck in the tunnel) and attain full control of it despite the size and weight. The preconscious and my emergent consciousness show up in the last scene as potential waking initiators, which is also unrelated to waking life as it is a common dream state component in case I indulge in a dream for too long (in which case the preconscious would become aggressive or more dominant, as waking up is a biological necessity). Resupplemented and minimally expanded on Thursday, 17 August 2017, due to seeing no evidence of public understanding of dreams or the dream state.
Updated 09-09-2019 at 10:01 AM by 1390
LEA MICHELE AND I WERE DATING IN MY DREAM LAST NIGHT. Then she laughingly told me to brush my teeth. Whatever, I still got to kiss her. AND WE WERE SO HAPPY TOGETHER.
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