Blue_Opossum

Night of May 25, 2017. Thursday.



I enter into a state of (visual) hypnagogia and eventually decide to go into a “Snuffy Smith” comic strip when the opportunity presents itself. I wait for the sketchy rendering of the drawing of a river and a forest rather than a “real” setting to “step into”. I think it is a marvelous idea to visit Hootin’ Holler - as I want to spend some time with the amusing and friendly “people” there even though they are not real. (I did not yet script out a foundation for this concept. Note that I never post scripted dreams or those of certain levels of lucidity, as there would be no point.)

My dream is not consciously fully thought out. I find myself in Snuffy’s shack (seemingly in late morning) and get the idea that if he or Loweezy sees me, they will probably just take me to be an imposer or even a thief. I walk around in the dark featureless room and see gaps in the wooden floorboards as well as thin vertical gaps in the wall where thin slivers of light shine through. I also remember that nails stick out from random areas (including on his porch) and I do not want to poke myself (especially as my dreams often have an extremely enhanced sense of touch).

Snuffy appears in the doorway in silhouette (initiating the very common threshold dream type scenario). I remember that his house is near a cliff and decide to jump out of my dream. I walk out to the back without being seen. The valley below seems rendered as “real” trees. Perhaps Snuffy has a rifle and wants to shoot me for trespassing (though this is not based on evidence within my dream). I consciously jump with only a soft hypnopompic jerk.

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