Blue_Opossum

Morning of August 2, 2018. Thursday.

Reading time: 1 min 55 sec. Readability score: 75.



In the first part of my dream, offset from water induction (which begins each sleep cycle, based on sleeping in the waters of the womb), there is a situation where I may be a witness relating to someone throwing someone into the ocean. An unknown female is sitting in the first row of seats in an unknown location. I am trying to remember if I had thrown the person in, perhaps drowning him, and if so, whether I should leave. (Of course, this is the liminal thread from my conscious self entering the “water” of sleep and my dream self’s thoughts distorting, losing such threads.)

I find myself looking into what seems to be a terrarium with holographic content. A spider is at the bottom and appears to be real rather than a hologram. I marvel at the three-dimension patterns in the higher area. Somehow, the spider gets out, but I do not see it after this. There is a plastic lid at the top that does not seem to fit correctly. An unknown female cheerfully tells me that they had found the spider.

From here, I have to buy groceries for someone, apparently including a can or more of soda for the actor Richard Dean Anderson, who appears to be about twenty-five years old. Instead of walking with two unknown males who are going one direction to do this favor for him, I follow Richard Dean Anderson, who is walking in the opposite direction from them. He is wearing a loose-fitting moss-colored uniform. An unfamiliar man is walking ahead of him. It seems to be late at night.

The area remains unfamiliar. I tell Richard I will get him the drink, even though he is also going to the store. Going into the store, I have to squeeze past a few different people in a narrow hall at the front. One boy has to back up. I yell a few times when people will not move.

The situation changes. Now I am looking at videos high on the wall. One features a man with a nose that makes him look somewhat like a tapir. Looking around, I see other men with odd noses.

An unknown man at a picnic table appears to have a big dent down the middle of his nose so that it almost looks as if he has two, side by side. I start talking to him about synapses and how a synapse controls nose shapes. His nose changes several times as he is talking to me, and appears to be normal at one point. I consider that I may not be seeing him correctly, as he seems unaware of the changes.

Still, he does not understand what I am saying. He seems to think that brains do not do anything. I have to explain to him that they are the most important thing, as they determine everything.

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