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    1. The End of the World (again)

      by , 05-10-2020 at 09:34 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      In the earliest part of the dream I can remember well, I’m with a group of people from work. We’re in a house rather than an office, a mostly empty one that’s not in the best condition and which strikes me as reminiscent of somewhere in the past (it's not a vague memory in the dream – rather, my waking self can’t pin it down to anywhere familiar). There’s something in the way everything is happening that suggests we’re maintaining order in the midst of a chaotic situation and extemporizing as necessary. Some disaster has struck the world – although it seems less like this is the aftermath than that it was so bad that what remained of humanity actually had to flee to some sort of parallel dimension.

      Kate, the director, tells us we should all go outside to see something. Stepping out of the house, I can see what looks like a large town square across the street, round-ish in shape, possibly cobbled. Above the old-fashioned buildings on the opposite side, the sky is turning pink and purple in a certain area. In the middle of it, a black spot appears, clearly visible against the light. I recognize it, as does everybody there: this was what happened before, the thing that came and destroyed the world.

      But something is different this time: instead of appearing large and far away, the spot now seems to be quite close, in the square itself. Somehow, I know that I can make things turn out differently this time around. I run towards it, the others not far behind.

      The dark sphere is floating there, too high to jump for but close to a flagpole on the far side. I scale it. The flag, which is dark blue, isn’t flying – rather, it seems to be tied to the pole, and (on later reflection) entirely too large for it. The thing actually looks more like a mast than a flagpole. But I manage to make it up with no trouble until I'm level with the sphere. It’s very small now, smaller than a cotton ball. I reach out and grab it, enclosing it in my hand.

      The moment I touch it, it changes, becoming material, taking on a definite shape. It has become a key on a keyring.

      I know what to do now: the keyhole can’t be too far away. I actually find it on the way back down, on the base of the pole. I put it in and turn, and keep turning. And as I do, something is happening to the building closest to the pole: the whole façade is unfolding, revealing a large airplane inside. It looks like a typical jet, but in the dream, it strikes me like something out of another era, concealed here for who knows how long.

      A dirty, light brown liquid is pooled near the nose. An inner voice that seems to belong to the plane itself tells me that it needs an oil change. I think that it probably needs rather more than that, considering how long it’s been here. But I’m aware that this situation is out of my hands now. It will be others who fix it up and who make use of it somehow to avert disaster. I’ve done what I can.

      10.5.20
    2. Big Books and a Big Greek Coin

      by , 05-10-2020 at 05:00 PM
      Morning of May 10, 2020. Sunday.

      Dream #: 19,501-03. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



      My dream self lacks any waking-life references (and as usual, there is no recall of the present state of the world), though I become interested in a couple of big books with ambiguous content in an unknown but mostly undefined setting. I treat them as mine.

      The first section of the books seems to feature summaries of dream content, the second, various comic strips (“Blondie” being the one I focus on more), and the third seeming like the Yellow Pages of a phone book. I read a “Blondie” comic strip at the top of a left-hand page, atypically of only two panels, the second panel featuring a winter scene in a city. There is a scene that briefly seems to be in a “real” setting when I am looking at the front of the residence where Dagwood and Blondie live. I consider meeting Dagwood and going to parts of his house that no one (including the Bumsteads) had ever seen. (In a previous dream, I was at a party with Dagwood, his boss Mr. Dithers, and Blondie, and they appeared mainly as in the comic strip.)

      Imaginary somatosensory cortex dynamics initiate but link to a static form of the vestibular cortex model (in contrast to “Fun with Rockets and Alien Spaceships” from May 1) and no dynamic foundation of myoclonus (waking start or falling trigger).

      As a result, I find myself with an old Greek coin, the one that features the Owl of Athena (a flight reference for my dream’s waking transition as always occurs with this mode of dreaming). (One of the last static versions of this process was a sketchy drawing of a crow appearing in a mirror in “Sophie the Ghost” from May 3.) Even so, the coin is about three times bigger than an American quarter and possibly hollow.

      Although the coin is too big to be real, I briefly consider it genuine and valuable. I plan to show it to this dream’s unseen sleep-wake manager (an unknown male), but before I reach him, I see “Athens” to the lower right of the owl relief in uppercase. I read it clearly, and it does not change over time. I consider the coin cannot be genuine because of “Athens” being in English. I wake upon realizing this.



      This dream stems from childhood dreaming practices in which I tried to hold onto a summoned coin to awake with it (and of course, it never worked, although I sometimes woke while pinching my pillowcase). The process (and its absentminded expectation by way of the virtuous circle effect of dreaming practices) has occurred in thousands of my dreams, sometimes with a static link to myoclonus associations as here.



      I will include another example from 2017 when I sat at a table with Les Gold (of “Hardcore Pawn”), and we were discussing a fictitious 1970 limited edition American quarter that featured the outline of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. We talked of how the coin was unpopular, with similar notoriety as the American Susan B. Anthony Dollar.


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    3. Useless wizard friend and encounter with weird acting friend and really really big wolf

      by , 05-10-2020 at 10:31 AM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

      First I dreamt about a dark cellar. Me and my wizard friend each have a wand. We walk the place and suddenly encounter Voldemort. He and I have a magic battle, we are pointing our wands against each other and there is a silver color sinuscurve coming out from both wands and a purple (I think) beam where our sinuscurve magic meet. The beam wasn't intense like in the movies but very soft and gentle. I lose and run away downstairs. When I lost my wand broke, it just cracked in the front. I keep on walking with my friend through the cellar, we walk down and suddenly a big green monster appears. It goes on a rampage and starts to attack us. I no longer have a wand but I suddenly have a very long stick in my hand. I use it to hit the monster's stomach and after some effort it got many holes in its stomach. The stick is almost broken and got many cracks in it. My wizard friend with a wand didn't do anything, not during the Voldemort fight or during the monster fight, just being useless. The monster drops green liquid from its stomach and it turns out that the liquid is corrosive because the monster slips in the green liquid and dissolves. The eyes are the only things that do not dissapear. The dream ends.

      I wake up because of my WILD-alarm 04:30 (I went to sleep 23:20), I drink some water and go back to bed in order to lay just still. This is my seventh attempt to wild and this time felt better than those before, just because I was able to relax so easily. Last time I tried WILD I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night so I tried not to focus so hard to stay awake this time. Therefore I just went back to sleep pretty fast. But I feel like everytime I try WILD I come a step closer to a successful attempt.

      I'm in a room with a wolf, it's pretty big. It's not friendly, it's pregnant. I think we had some conversation but I'm not sure. Suddenly a big squad with guns comes in and shoot the wolf. Suddenly it's much bigger than before. The wolf is dying and I approach it. The wolf apparently digged out her stomach with her babies in it and asks me to take care of her babies. I say that I can. I see the babies and they are nothing like wolf babies, they are more like black slugs with weird elephant trunks. I don't remember more but the next dream is strongly tied to the feeling of this one and may be the same dream.

      I'm in the jungle, I'm being hunted. There is a black Jeep next to me. I know the hunters are approaching but I don't know from where. I decide to hide in the tall grass to my right. The ones hunting me come and I lay still in the grass. I don't remember more. Next dream is more everyday like.

      I'm walking a street outside my house. I don't remember any people walking on the streets. Suddenly I come to my friends door who live next to me. If the curtains are not down you are able look into his room if you jump. I try to look into his room and I see him sitting by his computer. I knock on the window and as I do, there is a slam in the middle of the house. I am scared that I might have woken his parents because IRL sometimes my friend tells me to send a message to him instead of knocking because his parents are sleeping. He opens the door and we greet each other without any physical contact, but we usually do have a handshake. Suddenly my dad comes and I'm shocked. He says he could come because something about his running shoes. I Just accepts his random explanation. The door to my friend's house is closed and I open it, afterwards I try to do a handshake with my friend (It's a weird order to do things. I would absolutely handshake him first and let him open the door IRL). He doesn't have any emotions and doesn't care about my outstretched arm. I feel ignored and it's not pleasant. I don't remember more.

      I laid in my bed half counscious the last hour of my sleep from about 08:00-09:00 and saw many pictures I can't recall. First time that has happened and I am positive!

      Possible recurring elements: Being hunted and hiding. Fighting. Parenthood.

      Notes: I dreamt the wizard dream because my siblings had a Harry Potter discussion in the back of the car while I was driving yesterday (it got pretty intense). Voldemort was present because my brother said that Voldemort is the protagonist of Slitherin, not Malfoy, and I disagreed in my mind. I'm very sure the monster in the wizard dream came from an anime I saw a time ago, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. The big green round monster who spit glue like saliva against people, but it didn't spit in my dream. The fighting scene with the monster was in third person I'm pretty sure about.

      The wolf dream is very interesting because it has elements that is dear to me. I would like to interpret it like this. The wolf is me, I often think that the world is a nasty place and that people are naturally bad. I sometimes go to attack and criticize the world we live in, how my country handles things, how school could be much better but it's built badly and how money rules the world. The wolf is not friendly and that is me, it has a negative attitude against the soldiers. The soldiers who shoot me is school and other things I find destructive. School has made me depressed sometimes and the soldiers could be shooting destructive "depression" bullets against me. The wolf was dying and wanted me to take care of her children. I love children and have always wanted to have children myself. But I am afraid about this world and I am not sure if I have the right to give birth to someone into this world. I know that my children may commit suicide or be depressed. My wish to have babies but fear of them becoming sad and hurt is the wolf's babies. They may become like the wolf's misformed babies. And I may not be the best father, I may not be there for my children like the wolf who left her babies.

      I haven't spent time with my friend in the last dream in a long time and I thought about inviting him and his smaller brother to shoot with me (we have just bought an air gun) two days ago. He was like an empty shell in the dream and I'm not sure what that means. Maybe it's because I haven't seen him in a long time and that our friendship may perish if I don't talk with him soon. My dad talked about shoes and jogging in the dream because he told me to get better jogging shoes three days ago.

      Wow, I have never made a deep analysis like this before. The dream about the wolf may just be analysed a bit too much but it's more fun if I were to interpret it correctly so I have decided to believe in my analysis.

      The last nights I have dreamt about being chased and trying to hide. I'm not sure what those are about but I'm going to look for more of this theme in future dreams.

      Updated 05-11-2020 at 06:33 AM by 97565

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