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Thursday Night, 11/7/19

I was hiking through a forest and I came out into an open field, accidentally spawning a large bear as I did so. I had to run away from it using video game controls. It morphed from bear, to wolf, to lion, to jaguar and long story short I couldn't increase the distance between me and it no matter what tactics I used.

Gradually the environment shifted from video game to realistic until I was running in my own body rather than using controls. Knowing I stood no chance remaining in the open field, I dove into the deep river to my left and swam across. I pulled myself out onto the opposite river bank and found myself back among the trees. But of course jaguars are excellent swimmers so the big cat followed me easily. As it came out of the water the jaguar transformed into a woman. She was beautiful and lithe, dressed in flowing white, with the cold expression of a seasoned killer. We came out onto a wide and empty paved road that cut through the trees. I walked backwards and shot invisible arrows at her which made her health bar go down - a remaining feature from the video game - but she was otherwise unfazed. She was slowly walking toward me holding an already bloodied sword which she didn't even bother to raise. She said, "It's always hard to kill something for the first time." Clearly she was not referring to herself. She seemed to be implying that any reluctance to kill on my part would give her the advantage.



We both stopped walking and she informed me flatly that I was out of arrows. Her health bar was only at half. I knew I would have to use my sword and hack away for my life. I wasn't very skilled with a sword. That is to say I'd never used one before. As the jaguar woman raised her own sword it was immediately clear she was in her element. My alarm went off, yanking me out of there and into a waking state.

Gerçekten lucid rüya üzerinde uğraşan ve başarabilen bir Türk olsa iletişim ve öğrenme açısından daha iyi olur diye düşünüyordum. Eğer varsa lütfen benimle iletişime geçin.

I'm in some sort of underground cavern, in a bathing suit, in shallow water with two other people, a man and a woman. Only the lower half of our bodies are in the water. I'm playing footsie with the woman and then the man sticks his foot in between ours. I can feel the silt on the bottom of this body of water. It's gross. I'm starting to feel pretty grossed out and stand up to get out of the water and onto some smooth, flat rocks. I look down at my legs and there are tiny slugs all over me!!!! I start just running and freaking out and pulling these slugs off myself. Then it's as if the underground cavern was attached to a building, and I've run into that building and now I'm in some sort of strange never ending hallway of dressing rooms. I am zig zagging through these dressing rooms, all of which are different and have different themes, like, Japanese, one of them was blue, one had a lot of mirrors, one was red. I'm not frantically running anymore, but it feels important to get out of this maze. When I finally do, I am met with.... a giant seemingly holographic black and white and gray face, with eyes closed talking at me extremely loudly in a language I do not understand. It is subtitled. I can't remember all of it, but it's saying something along the lines of it's God, and I met the challenge, or there's a task for me, or something. I don't remember much of what was said, or if I talked back to it, I was honestly so freaked out by the loudness of it all.

Second part of my dream, I'm in a parking lot and someone comes up to me saying there's a half off sale at this store. I go in and it's kind of a dispensary/drugstore. There are candy edibles - just rows and rows of them, neon colors or gummies and hard candies. I look at the expiration dates and they are five years away. So I start grabbing handfuls of them. Then I go down a toy aisle and look for something for my youngest nephew. I thought he might want an action figure or something. There are a lot of Lego sets and some other toys. There was one action figure with a face that kind of reminded me of the face from the previous dream. Then I look a little further and it's a balcony up ahead. Over the edge there seems to be some sort of situation with air blowing up from underneath so that everything over the edge is floating. A guy with skis jumps over the edge and floats down to the bottom very gently.

Morning of May 26, 2020. Tuesday.

Dream #: 19,517-01. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



My dream self grows instinctually aware and active during the usual process that determines a handler for cortical arousal (initially my vestibular cortex). In this dream, it is Jackie Gleason, the primary influence being the moonrise (dream state initiation) in the television series “The Honeymooners.” (I will emphasize a fundamental causal factor here. Because being in the dream state has a similar level of cortical dormancy and sensory deprivation as when watching television or a movie, a celebrity is often the virtual handler of my waking transition.)

An unknown male is with me to my right (waking status personification, mainly inactive). In a big undefined room, two unfamiliar men are standing and talking, facing each other, with the implication we are watching a movie, though we are present and sitting cross-legged at the scene (a common dream state ambiguity). One man is playing the role of a young and thin Jackie Gleason. For a few minutes, we are trying to work out which man is playing him. Eventually, it becomes obvious. It is the man on the left, who has dark curly hair.

The identity determinant results in initiating the next stage of my dream and vivifies it. My dream self handler (again, vestibular cortex) is Jackie Gleason. Even so, I am still only a witness to the scenario. The Sistine Chapel is in ruins, though only as in another world. An unknown male with a staff controls the lightning (neural energy while in the dream state) to send individuals into the other world. He first does this to an unknown woman (a quantum model of Zsuzsanna, as my waking-life identity is absent). I watch her wander around alone. The storm is not threatening.

Eventually, the anticipated myoclonus factor becomes pre-liminal. Jackie Gleason stands in the center of the ruins and wants to find the unknown woman to confirm her status and bring her back if possible. The expectation of the transition is by way of flight (as has usually been the case since childhood). There is no roof on the ruins of the building, to allow for the vestibular management of this process. (I am sleeping on my back in this instance, which usually results in vertical dream state processing rather than horizontal as with, for example, using a door to exit my dream).

A pterodactyl flies down as the vestibular processing simulacrum. Jackie Gleason stands there, but nothing happens. They stare at each other, but the pterodactyl eventually unexpectedly flies off instead of carrying him into the next world.

As a result of no myoclonus or viable consciousness emergence, cortical arousal instead establishes a vivid offset dream that serves as a false awakening, and I am now lying on my back on the front lawn of our current home in the late morning. Zsuzsanna is standing to my left. (She is awake in reality, standing to my left in our lounge room.) I can see the front of our house and the sky. Dark clouds, lightning, and rain are fast approaching from the south. I am concerned about my dream journal getting wet (as it is on the lawn near me), but I have difficulty moving quickly enough. Eventually, I can get up and wake while doing this.

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Here are some similar examples of this dreaming process that has occurred every sleep cycle for over 50 years:

Ralph Waite (as in “The Mississippi” television series from the 1980s), referring to a book, talks about the vestibular cortex processing in initiating consciousness (though I do not discern the specific details), summons a giant sparrow, and flies off on its back. (November 7, 2018.)

An unknown woman and her daughter (quantum model of Zsuzsanna and our youngest daughter) receive a book from Rodan. (Rodan has a similar appearance as a pterodactyl.) The book is enormous (as tall as the woman) and is about dream state processes. (May 21, 2020.)

A giant white dove (with a red heart symbol on its chest) emerges from the entrance of the Arcadia post office and approaches me as I stand outside facing the building. I hold onto a sword engulfed in blue fire, but there is no threat. (February 9, 1991, part of a longer dream with enigmatic communication with Zsuzsanna before we met in waking life, foreshadowing the letter she wrote to me. I arrived in Australia on February 9, 1994. An American postage stamp, #2814C, featuring a white dove and a red heart made of roses came out on February 14, 1994.)

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Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm with my old school friend Olof. We hang out.

I'm skiing in a pretty lame slope. There are some children and I almost trip over them when I ski. The snow is kind of melted and I get wet. There is a father to the kids in the slope and I show him my technique. It's a very bad technique, I just roll down like a ball without the skis on me, I get all wet when I do so. Later on I ski as good as I can, generating top speed (not so fast in the little slope) and apparently the slope was just a circle because I came back to the top of the slope after a while.

I'm in a store with people I know and I think Olof was there too. We look on different goods and wonder if we should buy anything. I'm holding in a candy bag. I don't think we bought anything.

I'm on my knees next to someone and are about to check his pulse. I check his pulse by the throat. First I don't sense any pulse. When I change my finger position I feel it. It's fast and shallow.

Possible recurring elements: My old schoolmates, skiing, kids and almost tripping over them, stores.

Notes: I have dreamt about Olof much in the last week. I saw him in town two weeks ago but didn't greet him. I love skiing and winter is my favorite season. This dream reminded me of the good times I have had skiing. Some dreams ago I dreamt about riding a motorbike and almost riding over a kid. In this dream I almost rode one over while skiing instead. I wonder what that means. I love kids and would never do that on purpose. The store is probably a sign that I have thought about buying some new strings for my guitar and my sisters old violin for a while now. I dreamt about checking a person's pulse because yesterday I had an assignment for PE class to learn about CPR. I watched videos how they checked a unconscious man's pulse then.