Blue_Opossum

Morning of March 30, 2019. Saturday.

Dream #: 19,094-03. Reading time: 45 sec.



I find myself in a mostly undefined outdoor area in an unknown location seemingly late at night. There is an eerie mood but no discernment of a threat.

Two wheelie bins are present. One is for rubbish and the other for recyclables. Their lids are both open and hanging down. The essence of liminal space is present with a vague association with a beach and ocean fossils (as if I or someone else had put some in the recycle bin to collect), but I do not maintain any coherence on this idea.

The wheelie bin for rubbish, I deliberately speak to from about ten feet away. (It is to the right of the other one in my viewpoint.) I say, “close your lid and roll away,” and it immediately obeys me. I do not feel surprised.

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Control of dreams does not require lucidity. How much intelligence does it take to understand that my conscious self (in waking life) would neither talk to a wheelie been nor expect it to obey? My dream self does not correlate with waking life identity. My dream self responds to the dream state and its processes.

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