I will color every part from now on to make it easier to figure out what is going on. Black = comment Grey = awake Yellow = non-lucid Blue = lucid [30.04.2020] Strange respirator I was in my living room and put on a respirator I own. Suddenly, it's like I am overtaken by a creature and all of a sudden I get the instinct to run around and destroy everything. I felt way stronger than usual. I ran in extreme speeds into a different room and ripped stuff off the table. I fought a bit against it, but somehow I liked it, as if it was made so I didn't want to put the respirator off. I woke up, but it was quite early, so I decided to continue sleeping. Spectating strange couple I was sort of spectating a couple. I only really remember that they had booked something like just flying through the earth's orbit, through the atmosphere. I was sort of in the camera perspective of the man. The woman was enjoying herself, but I as the observer was not really a fan and it actually scared me quite a bit. There were all sorts of strange visual effects, which, in the dream, were from scraping at the edge of the earth's atmosphere and the light being distorted because of that. I tried closing my eyes, but it didn't really work and the strange light bending made it so that you see everything, even if you close your eyes. When I opened them again, it was in reverse from normal blinking and opening them made no light reach the eye. I didn't end up actually seeing the man. [01.05.2020] Anime-like self-aware world I was in a sort of village, surrounded by maze-like hedges. I felt they were there to protect the village. It was quite early in the morning, and I saw a building in front of me. I had to sort of register myself. I think they knew I was dreaming or something like that, and that I was only visiting for a bit. I met a villager there, and we became friends. He told me something about the ancient Japanese spirits in the forest, and how you should always be inside at night, as we walked through the maze. Towards the end of the dream, I think we said bye to each other as I felt that I was waking up.
Morning of May 3, 2020. Sunday. Dream #: 19,494-01. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. In this dream from late morning, I maintain precursory liminality after I re-enter sleep. As a result, I recall Zsuzsanna and a few of my waking-life associations (including the instinctual perception of being in bed), though I lose recall of what a dream is (as I ordinarily do in this mode). Even so, it starts with my focus on our bed, but the setting is undefined at first. As Zsuzsanna and I are standing in a different room, I watch the sheet on the bed lift by itself and move back as if manipulated by an invisible person. (Note that this correlates with the management of precursory liminality and has happened in many previous dreams.) Zsuzsanna and I walk into the unknown bedroom, and I am astounded by the realistic detail and precise rendering of the events (a thought process that never occurs in waking life - how many people, for example, would watch a car go down the street in waking life while thinking, “Wow, that looks so realistic”). Over time, my dream resolves the room as having the essence of the Barolin Street house’s lounge room (where a bed never was in waking life). Eventually, the supposed ghost of a teenage girl is present and is responsible for the previous inexplicable activity. Her name is Sophie. “Are you the same Sophie from years ago?” I ask her, but my question does not make much sense. She cheerfully confirms that she is by nodding. (She is an older version of Sophie Wender from John Wyndham’s “The Chrysalids,” also published as “Re-Birth.”) I move my hands through her hair, saying how “realistic” it seems as imaginary somatosensory dynamics increase exponentially. (Note that in a different recent dream, this same process resulted in removing sandspurs from a resting wolf’s fur.) Eventually, with Zsuzsanna still in the room, another supposed ghost materializes. This one is Marcella Boyland from Daniel F. Galouye’s “Tonight the Sky Will Fall,” though I do not interact with her as much. The need to wake to use the bathroom integrates into my dream’s content, resulting in liminal management and its personification as an unknown male ghost married to Sophie, a status previously unbeknown to me. (His manifestation annoys me, as Sophie is “mine,” but discarding the waking transition would be unwise.) As a result, I gaze into a mirror (though I do not see myself at any point, as the mirror is higher than my line of sight), with liminal drop anticipation. From this, the sketchy drawing of a crow fills the mirror, part of it including random zigzagging lines. “Can ghosts influence what people see?” I absentmindedly ask the male. “I had that mirror back when I lived in Chicago,” says the male, which is the usual nonsensical response to questions asked in liminal mode. (Ghosts typically result from liminal management with waking-life identity being “incomplete” when between dreaming and waking.) The “ghost” walks into the bathroom, causing me to realize that I need to wake up and go.
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