Morning of November 8, 2018. Thursday. Dream #: 18,952-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 63. I become aware in non-lucidity of being in an unknown room in semidarkness. Marilyn (half-sister on my mother’s side, deceased) is watching something on a big screen. (I do not recall that she had died in February 2014, and I had not seen her in real life since February 1994. She appears as she was in the 1960s.) It is not discernible at first. A slide projector and another device are near me. The image on the screen is mostly sky, but there is a fuzzy pale rendering of a broadcast tower. I make some remarks about it. (Eventually, there had been some unusual thoughts about which times near the end of the year that Marilyn had been alive and when she had not, which makes no sense. My non-lucid dream self must have forgotten the definitions of “death” and “life.”) Over time, I turn a dial on the device and the image of the broadcast tower becomes clearer. Soon, the imagery changes and is taking up the entire screen as a lattice of a broadcast tower. Simultaneously, my dream becomes more vivid. I realize that I can now create and control imagery, but I am not yet lucid. I bring about the imagery of a tunnel to my right. It is holographic and about four feet up from the floor. It is a corrugated metal culvert pipe. My cat Smokey from over twenty years ago comes through, and I pet her. I explain to Marilyn what cat it is even though she would have known. There is something within my mind about summoning a denizen from the nexus, the space between dreaming and waking, which the cat represents. I realize that the broadcast tower was a deliberate creation to augment the dynamics of my current conscious self identity in the dream state and so I enter apex lucidity, where the dream state is wholly mine. Looking at the broadcast tower lattice, it now appears to have pieces of pillow stuffing in equidistant patterns in certain corners. I summon a young Zsuzsanna as when we first met in 1994. She shines with internal energy. The tangibility reaches hyper-realistic forms, indistinguishable from waking life other than being more defined than would be possible in reality. We indulge in making love for a considerable time. There is a point where she floats above me, glowing internally, and rushes at me, this stemming from deliberate anticipation. There is a notion of a vampire theme (in a role-playing context, though horror movie scenarios have remained difficult to make as I have gotten older), initiated by typical lucid dream state frisson, but I cannot sustain the concept, as my thinking skills are too active. Certain levels of apex lucidity are such a different experience and level of perception and control it is like a different level of existence. The broadcast tower of enhancing the dream state seems as viable as the opening of a door (or opening a wall like a door) or the use of a staircase.
Dream 1 for Bappif 1st drve target Someone is taking me to work We're on bycycles or child scooter Our attention is caught by rolla-door garages lined up in a row near the street we are scooting down. My partner is distracted by them He/she go's up to one roller-door And starts playing an arcade game I watch on my childs scooter from the road I realise I have to get to my new job alone I frown Trying to work out how to get there (to my new work place) My transport (the kids scooter) is gone There are two busses to get me there But I don't know where the bus stops are. I pout Im just a kid on a kids scooter Someone got to help me Some one not destracted by free arcade games Then Im awake all relaxes and happy With this song in my head: Penny Arcade Roy Orbison A light shown in the night some way ahead, blue turned into green then it was red And stirring the night love music played the light I saw in the night was a penny arcade Hey step up and play each machine seemed to say, as I walked round and round the penny arcade Just ring the bell on the big bagatelle and you'll make all those colored lights cascade And music played at the penny arcade, yes it played and it played, played all the time Roll up and spend your last dime At first I thought it a dream that I was in, lost, lost in a sea of glass and tin But no, so dipping my hand in the back of my jeans I grabbed a handful of coins to feed the machine Hey step up and play each machine seemed to say, as I walked round and round the penny arcade Just ring the bell on the big bagatelle and you'll make all those colored lights cascade And music played at the penny arcade, yes it played and it played, played all the time Roll up and spend your last dime Oh! step up and play each machine seemed to say, as I walked round and round the penny arcade Just ring the bell on the big bagatelle and you'll make all those colored lights cascade And music played at the penny arcade, yes it played and it played, played all the time Roll up and spend your last dime Roll up and spend your last, roll up and spend your last, Roll up and spend your last dime! Songwriters: Sammy King ↘️↘️↘️ https://youtu.be/QOChUwC2onQ ↗️↗️↗️
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