Blue_Opossum

Morning of September 7, 2018. Friday.

Dream #: 18,900-02. Optimized 2 min 15 sec read.




My dream is a meandering but enjoyable adventure, and my real-life identity comes and goes in different scenes. Various timelines, with fictitious associations, are erroneously combined, as is often the case.

I had "fallen asleep" while sitting on a couch in an unknown dark location. Tony, a middle school schoolmate, sits on my left. I am an adult, but I have had no contact with him since my teenage years other than on Facebook in the past several years.

I am later in a big classroom with no student desks. Everyone is watching a male classmate performing a strange dance and transforming into various small objects and animals. He says something about not using chlorine in a swimming pool.

Although I had been in Florida, I am suddenly in Wisconsin. Tony is now sitting on the curb near an intersection. I fly high into the air to look down to see him looking curiously up at me. Later, I am walking with several schoolmates. I have a false memory that Karen and Kenny lived next door to the King Street mansion with no recall I once lived here. Kenny turns to go into the yard even though I thought we were all walking elsewhere.

Soon, I am in the northeast room of the King Street house. I remember my youngest son (though I have three sons), but it is my only waking-life recall. (He has never been to America.) There are miscellaneous items all over the floor. I realize I need to feed our cats. My son has a dish of cat food. Only one of the white cats had eaten. I have a false memory we have two white long-haired cats, male and female. I then "realize" we only have one and metacognitively change my dream's narrative though that is also wrong. (We do not have any white long-haired cats in reality.) I am puzzled.

Later, I dive into the Black River while flying with the false association it is the ocean. I vividly feel and enjoy my movement through the water back to shore. (I am metacognitively aware diving into the water keeps me in my dream.)

I fly around until I hear people talking inside a miniature version of the La Crosse post office but associated with the Arcadia one. Schoolmates are inside; several females and one male. He faces the entrance, sitting on a chair. He is this dream's protoconsciousness or preconscious.

A young version of Zsuzsanna is my fictitious schoolmate. We all sit around talking. I am going to fly home with Zsuzsanna even though it is erroneously La Crosse. The protoconsciousness is somewhat of a bully (which serves as a wakefulness imperative), but it does not bother me. He asks me to give him a dollar.

I hold out my right hand, palm down, and single thrice-folded dollar bills materialize to fall to the floor in front of him. I create many of them as they scatter over the floor. He seems annoyed and holds only one of them, making no effort to pick the others up. I consider it a bribe for allowing my dream to continue and vivify, and it does for a time.

I hold Zsuzsanna to my left (metacognitively modeling our sleeping orientation). I effortlessly and joyfully fly off with her, remaining about ten feet above the sidewalk for about a block and then fly higher.

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