Blue_Opossum

Morning of November 27, 2016. Sunday.



I become aware of exploring isolated areas in my pretense as a biologist who works for the government. (This pretense is based on non-lucid dream control, as there is no lucidity, only the knowledge of making and controlling my world and my experiences.) I find myself on this journey with growing curiosity. I intend to remain friendly, enjoying new depths of exploration.

In late morning, I wander into a dense cypress swamp of which has the appearance of the beautiful area I lived in in Florida when very young. There is an old wooden building on the bank of a river. An old unfamiliar black male lives here. I explain to him that I am getting samples of the water as well as samples of the flora and soil. He is cheerfully friendly, unsuspicious of me. Before I leave, I explain to him that our world is badly polluted, which surprises and concerns him. I pretend to conspiratorially catch myself in this “accidental” revelation and “stop myself from saying more”. (Non-lucid dream control is like simultaneously being an actor and director of a movie, with staunch pretense in scenarios, yet with no in-dream recall of what a dream is.)

I soon find myself in Australia, without contemplating that one cannot quickly walk from Florida to inland Australia (and I do not recall teleporting). There is an unknown female who runs a refuge for wild animals in an isolated area. I explain the nature of my work to her as I conduct tests on several kangaroos that had been standing in a circle.

I next find myself in an unknown man’s house. He has at least one son and daughter, both young. I apologize for my intrusion and explain that I am continuing to another location that can only be reached by way of a hidden door in his house. He trusts me and he and his children follow me into the area. It is a large bunker that had been built by the government. There is a laboratory and supposedly (at first) enough food to last for weeks. I look at the contents of a box of cereal. The multicolored cereal is unusual in appearance but tastes sweet. It resembles twigs of various colors with blue honeycomb-like football-shaped pieces.

I look outside through large windows and see what I first think is Sydney Harbour. However, what I first perceive as the Sydney Opera House changes ambiguously into a lighthouse and then a hotel. I see several children, mostly boys, climbing over rocks on the shore, in front of the windows of the bunker. Even though the area appears to be open at this point (without an outer wall on this side of the bunker), I reason that it is a holographic projection that looks and feels like rocks but only from the outside (similar to the scene from “Star Trek: Insurrection”). As I am leaving, I look back and see the unknown man and his kids looking in cabinets under the laboratory counter. I now see that they are empty (even though they seemed full previously). I see that the man and his son are amused that the government apparently does not have the resources to stock this supposedly important bunker with weapons, laboratory equipment, or additional food and supplies. I do not feel embarrassment or concerned as I am on my way elsewhere.

I next find myself in an unknown region near the ocean. I am with an unfamiliar male in our task force. We supposedly have a large motor yacht with a lot of special equipment. We are going to conduct tests on ocean life, including plankton. However, as I illogically set about to push what first seems like a large motor yacht into the water, it becomes a small skiff with no outboard. It quickly starts to sink. This annoys me and I try again by non-lucidly resetting my dream. I make at least three attempts, but I become frustrated. My pretense is no longer viable to non-lucidly continue my dream.

The ocean begins to lower and starts to become the tiled floor of my Cubitis bedroom (where I have not been since 1978). My task force partner points out that they are making a movie of us, but our roles are being played by Bill Murray (as he appeared in “Ghostbusters”) and Alan Hale Jr. (as he appeared on “Gilligan’s Island”). They are fighting and rolling around under a bed and biting each other on the ear. This is supposed to be comedic and relevant to the movie’s plot. I wake as I am looking under the bed watching them bang their heads together. (There is a sense of bilocation; of being outside on a beach and within my Cubitis bedroom at the same time. As such, the area under my bed also has a vague essence of being under a low-set boardwalk.)

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Features and events of this long intriguing dream explained here:

Dreaming process autosymbolism defined by:

Unconsciousness personified as black male living by the river.

Glymphatic system and immune system integratingly personified as my subconscious self (validated by the references to the river, government, pollution, and biology).

Subliminal thread of my wife Zsuzsanna as unknown female at the animal refuge.

Subliminal thread of my conscious self identity as man with children.

Non-lucid dream control personified as Alan Hale Jr.

Liminal space divider rendered as enigmatic window of bunker and shoreline simultaneously. (This is autosymbolism for my dream self’s subliminal recognition of the outside world of which is not aware of the existence of my dream self.)

Waking process autosymbolism defined by:

Preconscious personified as Bill Murray.

Water lowering waking symbolism (very common).

RAS modulation rendered as Alan Hale Jr. vs. Bill Murray. (Non-lucid dream control and otherwise sustained dream continuity modulated by consciousness reinitiation. Bill Murray is a regulatory “ghostbuster” modulating the illusion of the dream state by way of biological necessity to wake from the dream state.)

Correlation of physicality as shrinking and sinking boat. (All primary singular vehicles; boats, cars, airplanes, etc. often represent correlation of physicality, in this case representing the potential “sinking” of my body into deeper sleep and thus of which is immediately followed by autosymbolic RAS modulation as the preconscious waking process.)

Correlation of cortex activity as shoreline (liminal space divider) transmuting to “return” to bedroom (subliminal to liminal awareness of being asleep). I have always typified this element as a dream state indicator, as it is a literal factor, not autosymbolic.

Liminal vestibular system correlation as ear biting.

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Abridgement and simplification for the casual reader on Thursday, 7 June 2018. Feel free to let me know when there is a dream thread or detail in an entry of mine of which you cannot correlate the autosymbolism’s cause or meaning. Thank you for reading. I wish you well.

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