Blue_Opossum

Morning of October 23, 2014. Thursday.



My dream becomes more vivid with each stage but never lucid. In the first part, I have a smaller rectangular mirror of which is a little bigger than that of a medicine cabinet’s. My family and I are living at an unknown location. I have a confident awareness that mirrors and photographs (and ultimately any plane’s surface) can be “entered” depending on the extent of focus and will. I hold up my mirror which later seems to be a photograph or print, though the image seems to change from my perspective depending on the angle I hold it. It seems to mostly show features of an empty room, though I sometimes perceive that it is reflecting the ceiling or walls of the room I am in. I attempt to put my right hand into (and beyond) its surface to see if my hand will move through it as an implied glass “portal” but it seems solid as my fingers press against the surface. My two youngest sons watch at times.

At one point, as I am holding up my mirror, a small dog sticks its head a short distance from out of the two-dimensional plane from “inside” it (becoming three-dimensional past the threshold, just past its neck) and barks a bit as if it is confused or perhaps feels threatened. It soon vanishes and I get the impression that it may have somehow gotten out and is inside the sofa or in the room somewhere, though I do not see it again.

Later, I seem to be rescuing people at some sort of unrealistically dangerous workplace in a commercial building. However, one person dies from a fall over a mezzanine as I am saving someone else from a fall down an elevator shaft. It seems that people are continuously accident-prone at the location, but the manager thanks me for the people I do save.

I eventually find myself in another unknown location, though I get the sense I live in the area with my family. I am at the house of an unfamiliar neighbor; an older black woman who is talking about other people in the neighborhood, which seems to be adjacent to a long wide road. I am unsure of the implied city or country, though the house seems to be partly modeled after my older brother Earl’s previous home on Saint Cloud Street in America. A few other unfamiliar people show up. An unfamiliar Caucasian woman thinks I have special abilities, which is related to the first scenario, where plane surfaces can supposedly be “entered” and “explored”. She has a mirror and asks me if I am able to put my hand into it. I attempt it a couple times but it does not work, as my fingers merely press hard against the surface. However, I relax and notice that the mirror is somehow reflecting silverware and dishes as if I am looking down at them. Perhaps the image is somehow reflected from another area of the house. It seems to be like a rectangular silver serving tray at this point.

I am able to feel my way into the “mirror” and pull out a large silver fork and hold it up. I start to reshape it into a three-dimensional Picasso-like figure. I mentally stretch it in a semi-circular motion as it floats in midair. At one point, small silver “threads” seem to be pulled out, to create additional detail when swept back over the piece. I give the silver figure to a random person in the house and the woman with the “mirror” faints from being astounded, falling near my right, near the end of the sofa.

Another person has a van Gogh self-portrait print, which is about the same size as the previous “mirror”. I let my hands move into the surface and I start to pull out a small human figure made of various small pieces of felt, which have intricate detail, including the blue clothes and yellow hat. It is somewhat like a miniature rag doll or unstrung marionette, but more like a work of real art, with the “same” essence as the painting, yet also more “complete”. I know that I will give this to another person in the room. My dream starts to fade, though it is very vivid at this point (though I am still not lucid). The potential for creating three-dimensional art from pulling it out of two-dimensional “realms” seems endless.

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This dream is all about subliminal control of the dream state and because of that obvious factor, is unrelated to my waking life other than aspects being borrowed for the autosymbolic sequences. For example, the fainting woman is a known dynamic of signifying Zsuzsanna waking up and getting out of bed, thus leaving the realm of dreams (and it is similar to the common presence of The Sleeper as a first-level dream state indicator). She sleeps on my left and appears on my left in dreams when she is sleeping, but on my right if she is awake (which validates that a part of myself is always subliminally aware of being in the dream state, lucid or not). This is based on waking symbolism being oriented to the right, as my left side is less exposed to the environment in sleep (though people who do not understand dreams or the dream state will typically try to attribute it to a myth or what left or right “means”).

The association with the mirror as a portal as well as the ambiguous association with it being as a serving tray reveals my intent of using the essence of liminal space (the transpersonal dynamics between dreaming and waking) to serve my intent in having full control of the dream state. As with a wall, a doorway, a fence, curtains, and other features, a mirror is a specific kind of liminal space divider that represents the division between the limited fictitious essence of the dream self and the conscious self identity. (However, a mirror will usually present a false view of the dream self when looked into, because it will typically display the illusory dream self, not the true conscious self identity. The only exceptions for me includes one dream in which I perceived my reflection as Zsuzsanna, though this was just before we met in real life, and another dream where I seemed to be seeing a much older Zsuzsanna as my reflection more recently.)

The rest of this dream is based on other common factors of the dream state itself. The scene with me rescuing people from falling is based on the waking start itself and developing control of the preconscious state, of which validates the other segments of my dream as such, with the same overall intent of mastering liminal space (unrelated to waking life as it is wholly based on the nature of exploring dreams, both lucidly and non-lucidly). This includes the dog coming out from liminal space, as a dog represents obedience to the dream self as sustaining and controlling my dream and is why dog attack dreams were more common during my development of apex lucidity before I began to have control even in non-lucid dreams.

My dream had a very positive presence and even seemed to increase my well-being.

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