Morning of December 20, 2017. Wednesday. I am writing a booklet in my dream about a factor which has remained consistent since early childhood. It is called “The Roof Factor.” I am not lucid. In reality, I had thought about writing an entry on the concept. I focus on dreams about open ceilings and roof repair. Before I was nine years old, I came to understand some dream features signified the level of consciousness. I noticed dreams featuring open ceilings were more likely to occur in a certain level of awareness, in a particular part of the sleep cycle, when my conscious self identity was present to a greater extent than in other dreams (more than when such as a porch is rendered to represent the waking space). Most open ceiling dreams feature my current address and most often have more common dream state indicators. (Most of my non-lucid dreams have less conscious self connections and distort in anachronistic composites of various places I have lived in the past). It validates a ceiling or roof as representing a specific level of consciousness in a similar way as a wall or fence in relating to liminal space division, though with viable threads of conscious self identity. That is even more so with dream state indicators such as beds in being potential exit points or focal points of emerging consciousness factors. (I do not typify a ceiling or roof as a dream state indicator, as it does not directly relate to bedrooms or beds). I do a lot of writing and reading in my dream, going back over at least a dozen dreams with the roof factor. Eventually, I wake to feel vaguely annoyed at having “lost” all my writing. Experiencing a long dream while writing about them while not aware that I was dreaming was amusing and ironic. There were more dream references here than in other dreams in recent memory. They had an interesting connection with the replacement of our roof in real life after the storm had torn it off over a month ago, which was the scariest event in our lives. Readability score: 61.
Updated 07-18-2018 at 07:16 PM by 1390
Morning of December 20, 2017. Wednesday. Bus to Bunk Beds I am aware of a double-decker bus in our neighborhood where we presently live. It seems to be afternoon. I see it pass three different times. After it stops for a time on the street and about two houses east of our house, I discover it is mainly now made of the bunk beds of our two youngest sons. I am annoyed because it may take some time and work in getting it back in our house. A singular vehicle, whether it is a bus, car, airplane, or boat, is typically a form of autosymbolism that stems from the illusory physicality of the dream state. In this case, it actually transitions to the dream state indicator of the bunk beds as further validation of how such autosymbolism forms in REM sleep, almost like a virtual reverse engineering of the dream sequence itself. This is quite common in my dreams and one of the factors that helped me understand dreams at a very early age. Lounge Room Enterprise I am lying on the lounge room floor in the morning when I realize our lounge room “is” the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701 from the original “Star Trek” series). At times, I consider if I am inconveniencing the crew by lying near the captain’s chair (to its right). No one says anything or asks me to move or get up. Additionally, there is not a viable sense of traveling through outer space in this case, though it is not implied to be the television series set either. Looking up at our television, which seems mostly normal, it shows stars and what looks like small curly hairs moving toward the viewer, our television apparently serving as the Enterprise viewscreen. This was similar to “Helicopter Not Landing Yet” (relative to its specific type of autosymbolism) from Christmas morning of 2016 and a number of other dreams since childhood. In such dreams, the vestibular system correlation associated with the illusory physicality of the dream state transmutes into a house or other building perceived as a vehicle, with various levels of ambiguity (including the essence of bilocation in some cases, which is common in my dreams). This includes dreams such as “Riding in a House Back to Arcadia”, where my Cubitis home travels down the highway as an oversized bus. “White Christmas” Not a Trigger I hear lyrics from “White Christmas” (sitting in the lounge room of our present home, possibly hearing it from a radio or television), but I do not catch this dream state indicator, that is, the phrase “I’m dreaming”. Such dream state indicators rarely trigger lucidity and if anything, keep me relaxed on the passive side of RAS mediation, even though they have occurred throughout every sleep cycle for over 50 years. That is moot though, since I seem to think it is near June rather than December and see it as unusual in that way, as being “unseasonable”. Along with “Theme Park Drive with Zsuzsanna” and “The Roof Factor”, 5 of 12 regular dreams for this date are presently online. (By “regular”, I mean other than the numerous hypnagogic dreams at the beginning of each sleep cycle, which are typically too many to count or feasibly record.)
Mountain Security Base In this dream I was moving from one location in the US to another. I used to live in Marshfield Wisconsin when I was a kid. I have many fond memories of it, and would like to revisit one day. In fact I intend to make my old house in Spencer Wisconsin, just 10 minutes away from Marshfield, into a persistent dream location since I have dreamed about it so much. Several months ago I moved to Illinois, which is what prompted this dream I just had today. I also just watched Moana which kind of attributed to this as well. I forget exactly which location I moved to in this dream, but it was on an island almost exactly like the one in Moana, only covered in snow. I remember passing through Marshfield, Wisconsin on the way there. In this dream I recognized the town going through it, and acknowledged this was the 3rd time being there (In the dream, there seemed to be past memories of driving past/through this town on other occasions, but not IRL). Within no time I arrived in the city and state I was intending to go. The trip was by car. I didn't spend long here, before looking at a map to see just how far away Marshfield was from here. On the map it said 18 hours away, but that was because I had to go around this huge mountain in the middle of the island. I scouted the area with some sort of drone and saw various things that looked like robots and robot enclaves. Something caused my drone to fail, so I decided it would be best to just start my journey. I packed up and started walking. I much liked the scenery. I looked at all the hills and trails, and trees, and even these enclaves I mentioned earlier. I tried to stay away from them, but they kept trying to get closer to me, almost to shoo me away. It wasn't long at all before I started hearing a loud alarm. It was like a high-pitched constant noise meant to warn anyone who hears it. Either that or a siren. I heard children crying, and I started to look around me. The path I was on went steadily up the mountain parallel to it. So if you continue up this path it will take you around and around until you reach the top; the mountain was so large that this path seemed quite straight however. As I looked around me I saw many guards stationed around, and 2 children being picked up by security and put into police cars. I noticed many dogs roaming around just off the path I was on. The guards, including where the children were caught appeared to be on a path just to my left about 10 or 15 feet. I then saw floodlights and chain link fences all about, and I started quickly to walk back the way I came. I don't know how far I must have walked, but it was evident I should not be here. A guard grabbed me by my arm on my way back and started asking me questions. She was clearly older than me. I was only around 14 in this dream for some reason, but she was around 23 or 24, fairly tall, and had long brown hair under a police hat. I asked her if this was some sort of military base and she told me I had no idea, as if it were something much more. She asked where I came from, and I told her. I told her that I didn't see much of anything, and would not tell anyone the things I had seen. (Except anyone who may be reading this blog post.) I said I would love to get a tour of the place, but I understand protocol, that it must be a very secret place and you would likely have to be a high leveled general to enter. She responded lightheartedly that just about any utility worker could gain entrance. She told the story of how they got someone in to install internet around the base, and he was given no security clearance. I was starting to think just how stupid this must be that she is sharing all this info with me, and just as I was about to say something she responded that they have a system in place that if any part of the base is tampered with or modified in any way unexpected, then the whole area goes on lockdown. The lights go out, the doors are sealed, and the area is secured until it can be investigated. I responded that it would allow them to immediately know where any breach is and who had done it. I then corrected myself to say they would not know the person's identity, but they would soon find out of course. Just then a second guard caught up with us and almost all dialogue ceased. He led us down a flight of stairs hidden in a rock somewhere. He asked where it was I wanted to return to, and I said the state I had come from. This was the last I had seen of the first security guard. I can only assume the worst had happened to her after our encounter. I quickly descended the staircase over and over. I could see no end in sight. The stairs were almost like a stairwell in a tall building. You could not see the next floor down until you reached it- there wasn't a clear path down the railings you could look down through. The stairs were all cramped and slanted. There was no room to stand. You must down down at an angle. They were also not all uniform either, as some went different directions. I believe there were some small landings that had exits to locations nearby, but I knew by the guard's silence that none of these were my exit. He had been going behind me the whole time, and keeping a strong pace with me. I had to gown down many steps backwards, so that allowed me to keep him in sight. He had a very stern and solemn look, as if all emotions were erased within him. Just as I came upon an exit I realized I had forgotten what state I had moved to earlier in the week. I told the guard I was to be brought back to Texas, and so it was. I exited the stairway by myself through a small vent behind some chairs in a grocery/hardware store. Nobody noticed me as I got out of the vent, covered the entrance, and walked out into the warm Texas breeze. Now in this dream Texas was still in the mainland, but Wisconsin, Illinois, and the other state I moved to in this dream, of which I have no recollection of the name, were all on the island with the huge mountain. New house I am not sure where this dream fits in. I feel it was a dream I had just before the one above. I recall my brother, who had the appearance of Matpat from youtube, kept showing a group of people around the house to his room. He was not the only one to do this, and I don't remember the whole purpose, but he wanted to take it an extra step each time. He would hide and wait until the whole group of us were gathered near his room, and he would throw a surprise of some sort and make a show of it. I have forgotten just what he was showing us, but it was something new each time. Eventually he changed bedrooms to a neglected part of the house. It was a small door located in a crawlspace in the basement. The door was much to small to fit through by anyone bigger than a small child, but he somehow managed. I saw this room when we moved into this house, but I had no desire to take it since I could see no easy way in. Nobody had examined this room before my brother had, so nobody had seen its potential. The people who lived in this house, and the group checking the rooms were my grandparents, my parents, my aunt and uncle, my other brother, and this brother's children. As it turns out this room was not dark or basement like at all. In fact it led to a secret part of the house that could not be seen from the outside. It was shrouded in mystery and had to use some sort of technology in its creation to hide it from prying eyes. There was a door to the left of the room that had not existed before being examined closely. This door led to a small room. It was an entry way to both an outside porch and the hidden bedroom that was there all along. You could always see this bedoom through the small door mentioned before, but you could not see its potential until you entered via this hidden hallway. The room was well lit and bare. Someone had lived here several decades prior, but this is the first time someone had gained enterance since then. It was very bright due to the outside light peering in from the veranda, and very clean as the room could not even allow for dust to gather about. Inside was just a queen size bed and a flat screen television with a mirror over it on the wall. Youtube video This one is more of a dream fragment. It involved being in the dark, on the same island mentioned above, watching a video on a computer on a desk in the middle of a fenced in area. There seemed to be nobody around, but I felt I was in danger as I watched the following videos. They were filmed by a man named David Knight of Infowars. He was showing off a new popular video game, and these images and themes hidden inside meant to program and brainwash anyone who had played it. They were obvious, but ignored by the vast majority of players. The signs had been messages from global overlords saying they would rule the people and establish their kingdom. Their way is the way of the future, and there should be no dissidents. Slowly these people in power would take over control of minor things around the population. Eventually, 1000 years down the road everything would be subtley owned, controlled, and created by the global elite. The average person would not notice it at all, but their whole lives would be under the control of some dark force unless they started to fight against it now. Bear in mind I actually find David Knight a very reasonable person outside of that dream, and even though I don't watch him often, I would recommend his opinions and stances on many things.
Date of Dream: WED 20 DEC - 2017 Dream No. 247 - Appointment With A Dream Guide I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was at a Target store with my mum and my brother. My mum was acting up about something but I was the one ultimately forced to apologise. She would constantly pressure me to apologise to her even though she was the one in the wrong. I told her to give me half an hour to think of something. She kept being silly but I didn't give up and told her to wait until 7:30. I went to another section of Target where there was a hammock tied in-between two poles. I lay down on the hammock, took out my phone and made Dreamy WB appear on the screen... She had her Oktoberfest appearance with the frizzed out afro. Dreamy WB was moving around in the phone and she actually told me how best to “apologise” to my mum. I ended up finishing up with Dreamy WB when my analogue watch said 7:25. So at 7:25, I pressed the button at the side of the phone to send it to sleep and then walked up to my mum. She was in the cosmetics section and I said to her, something like, “See? I didn't even go until 7:30”. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None This dream happened precisely in sync with a real life event, in which my mum was claiming me to be the one in the wrong but she was the one being absolutely ridiculous and immature. I'm proud of myself because I stayed calm throughout the entire situation.
Updated 04-16-2018 at 01:30 PM by 93119
Date of Dream: TUE 19 DEC - 2017 Dream No. 246 - Separated Sections Dream 246 A - The Disorganised Committee I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I received a phone call from the Internal Welfare Co-ordinator of the TAFE. She was asking me to come in and help her organise an event for the student community. It was Monday, I told her I couldn't come in because I had advanced diploma classes. I did say to her though that I could come in on Thursday. WK still kept talking but CP, the events organiser in real life, was actually in the room with me and he was making silly noises... I had to yell at him to shush. It skips to later in the dream, still on a Monday and I decide to call WK back. I say to her that I can actually come in still if she wants me to but she told me that she had just finished working, so that was done for. That's all I can remember about that dream. Dream 246 B - Mario The Musician I don't remember the start of this dream. I was looking through my container full of craft materials in the dining room of my old house. I then sort through a box of all these plush toys. In there, I find this mix between a reindeer, elf and Super Mario. After taking the toy out of the box, it actually comes to life and has Mario's voice. It hopes up onto a higher shelf and gets this guitar from nowhere. It then comes over to me and actually teaches me how to play a song on this guitar. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Morning of December 19, 2017. Tuesday. This dream occurred during the time we had been trying to sleep, early in the morning, with the roofers having worked on our house in reality, but during their break and when we fell asleep. In my dream, there is a scene where one of the roofers is actually in our house and I see that he is watching Zsuzsanna sleep. I am not lucid. This annoys me very much, but he soon leaves. Meanwhile, I notice strange features hanging from the ceiling, about three feet from the floor. There are four of them, defining a square’s vertices. They look like vertically flat objects, seemingly made of material such as vinyl, but with the look of a chest of drawers. I do not consider this feature strange even though most of my conscious self identity is extant. Later, I am looking through our clerestory windows and see two roofers (each one’s face through a different window, the first and third from the left). A lot of black smoke is coming from the first roof tier to the left. Apparently, it is coming from a power tool, but I am vaguely considered that it may be toxic. The other male is looking on. Both look at us at times. This has the essence of a false awakening, and the roofers are starting to make noise in real life by this point. This is a typical intruder dream triggered by real environmental sounds and vaguely perceived “intruders” at the time. However, they did not actually come into our house or watch us through our clerestory windows, as this is just the RAS (reticular activating system) mode that functions as such when one is unconscious. (Understanding dreams is not difficult despite most people bizarrely having no clue as to what a dream actually is). I am not lucid in this particular case. Chase dreams are of the same nature, also rendered by way of RAS, which renders the personified preconscious to alert the dreamer into waking, because waking is a biological necessity. It is that simple. (Some people do have too much stress, though, and as such, would likely rather to continue to sleep, which RAS simply will not allow out of biological need.) Additionally, looking through a window represents the waking space (that is, the liminal space between dreaming and waking). The black smoke (a real-time symbol) symbolizes the nature of being asleep (and has occurred in other dreams as such, including a few positive, even blissful dreams). The unusual hanging features likely relate to the fact I am not “on the ground”. That is, it is a dream state indicator similar to that of “The Hanging Doll” in that it symbolizes my physical body being in bed, though is also linked to my dream’s distorted perception of the four roofers, and their temporary status of being on our home’s roof (as four “floating chests” that have very limited storage for “a longer stay”). I have always found it utterly bizarre that people do not seem to understand that what is going on in a dream is based on being in the dream state itself. How could so many people not be aware of something so obvious? The roofers in real life extended and built over our second-tiered roof (pretty much destroying the purpose of a clerestory roof) so that it now blocks the clerestory windows and only ugly rafters are visible. One even said he would come around and board them up from inside. Zsuzsanna told him no, but for people to even do things like this and suggest things like this means that something is apparently “missing” from their mind, an inability to think or understand anything (too much alcohol perhaps? In the DNA?). Zsuzsanna and I have conversations often about what is “missing” from so-called normal people.
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