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    1. Hopefully Leaving the Moon Soon

      by , 08-19-2018 at 02:19 PM
      Morning of August 19, 2018. Sunday.

      Dream #: 18,871-03. Optimized 30 second read.

      I am on the moon with at least two astronauts. (I do not interact with them.) I do not question the situation.

      Eventually, there is an increasing wariness about the air becoming thinner. (It is otherwise fully breathable.) There is also the idea it may become too hot to survive. A NASA team is scheduled to come and get us before all our air runs out, but I wonder if it will be in time. There is a vague concern but no emotional response.

      The moon setting has the essence of the Cubitis home's backyard, where the shed was. (This had happened in previous dreams, mostly in childhood.)

      My dream was mainly caused by having too many blankets on me as I slept. I became overheated.

      Updated 06-14-2021 at 03:21 PM by 1390

      Tags: heat, moon, thin air
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    2. “Time to Ride”

      by , 05-01-2018 at 08:29 AM
      Morning of May 1, 2018. Tuesday.

      I become somewhat puzzled in one of my last dreams of my sleep cycle. I keep hearing the old Donny Osmond song (from when he was a boy), “The Wild Rover (Time to Ride)”, which I had on a 45 when I was a boy. It is a song that had not even crossed my mind in many years.

      Eventually, during sustained hypnopompic disclosure (the period in which my previous dream’s meaning surfaces and is clearly understood), I perceive it as the usual autosymbolic waking process, which had borrowed “The sun’s about to rise”, one of the song’s lines. (This happens fairly often, that is, my dreams using waking process autosymbolism based on song lyrics, and it is sometimes songs of which I had not even thought about at all in years.)

      Updated 05-01-2018 at 03:25 PM by 1390

      Tags: music
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    3. Marrying an Aztec Goddess

      by , 02-08-2018 at 02:00 PM
      Morning of February 3, 2018. Saturday.

      This dream has some beautiful imagery, but mostly ends up being a sequence of sensual scenarios with Zsuzsanna, who turns out to be the “Aztec Goddess”. This dream is of a type I experience through most sleeping periods but do not post online unless there is something unique or surreal as in this case in the last segment. It is mostly a result of extensive lovemaking that carries over into the dream state (Tetris effect), though with intensified tangibility and an enhanced sense of touch.

      It starts with some sort of tomb being seen, which apparently emerged from the ground. A supposed Aztec priest is present at one point and talks about the return of this female. Over time, the events kind of meander and Zsuzsanna ends up with me, much to the annoyance of the Aztec male, who just stands around looking confused. It almost seems like a television studio set at one point, or a set of bleachers where the audience directs their attention toward him.

      After sessions of marvelous enhanced tangibility with Zsuzsanna in her unusual but beautiful Aztec outfit, as we are together on a mattress on the floor (common no-brainer dream state indicator) in a television studio or whatever it is, not caring about the several people walking about near us, my dream enters the waking transition. It turns out to be the common return flight waking symbolism, but in this case, it is somewhat surreal. In the distance, as it seems I am inside and outside at the same time (very common dream perception for me since early childhood), I see a few boxcars lift into the air with a flame at each corner. They slowly rotate and then fly into the sky. Even though I am not fully lucid, I recognize this as an end marker of the dream state and almost expect to see ending credits rolling.

      This may be a vague influence from the ending scene of “Back to the Future Part III”, but even so, I probably would have eventually dreamt this anyway, as I have dreamt every bizarre variation of flight symbolism imaginable, all because my inner ears, by nature’s inherent design, do not correctly detect if I am standing up and conscious, as my dream self sometimes falsely perceives, or, in reality, lying down in unconsciousness. Still, the fact that it was of similar context as an ending scene from a movie ties in with it likely being an additional marker as such, which is moot, as I already have an understanding of dream state components (though in all likelihood, nature itself probably does not “discern” this or that I understand perception at this level, so it renders what waking autosymbolism it will).

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    4. Falling into the Safety Net

      by , 10-01-2017 at 04:01 PM
      Morning of October 1, 2017. Sunday.

      Dream #: 18,549-02. Reading time: 40 sec.

      Post-induction: I am with my wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we appear now. We are seemingly at the local showgrounds at nighttime. (This scene stems from residual memory of the enjoyable time we had there in real life.)

      Vestibular stage: Zsuzsanna takes our youngest daughter up a ladder to a minimal structure where a person is to jump off an I-beam from at least thirty feet up. I soon see the view from overhead even though I had not yet climbed the ladder, yet I do not seem incorporeal.

      The drop: I am wary as I do not want Zsuzsanna or our daughter injured. However, after they jump, a safety net appears, and they cheerfully land on it.

      Sustaining vestibular modulation: I decide to try it, but I start to realize as I am climbing the metal ladder that I am liminally trying to enhance my imaginary physicality. Before I get to the I-beam (though I was already on it in the first scene), I wake, feeling amused.

      Updated 09-25-2019 at 07:26 AM by 1390

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    5. Flipping Rafts

      by , 04-26-2016 at 10:26 AM
      Morning of April 26, 2016. Tuesday.

      I am on a raft made of logs of which is floating on a body of water, but I am unsure if it is implied to be the ocean, a lake, or a wide river (though ocean seems the most likely). Over time, I notice a few empty rafts in the distance on each side of me, though more to my right.

      My dream becomes somewhat abstract. I try to use the raft as a trapdoor to flip it over to enter another realm.

      Flipping my raft (part manual effort, part mental effort) makes the other rafts in the distance automatically flip in unison with mine, though I somehow remain atop my raft when it flips. The implied “doorway” under each raft is black and seemingly without the presence or essence of water. I know that I am trying to wake up or at least enter a clearer level of awareness within the dream state even without viable lucidity. Going down into the water as well as the supposed dark “doorway” would imply dream induction. Still, I try for several minutes and eventually notice Zsuzsanna on a different raft. I get the impression that flipping my raft will send me through the implied portal up and onto her raft as a mostly subliminal act of “retuning” to our bed. This works and I am with her, by her side, and quickly wake.

      This is the first time (at least in recent memory) that a dream rendered a raft as a “door” (or as potential doorway waking symbolism). It makes sense though, as the water body implies going deeper into unconsciousness and a raft additionally implies autosymbolism of our bed, and again, was even perceived as such by my dream self.

    6. Big Invisible Wolf

      by , 03-06-2016 at 09:06 AM
      Morning of March 6, 2016. Sunday.

      This highly atypical dream state was like a hybrid of a false awakening and a lucid waking transition glitch. The setting seems to be our bed as it is in real life, except that I get the impression or for whatever reason have the false memory of a door to outside being just east of our bed, about where the middle of the kitchen is in reality.

      My wife Zsuzsanna mentions something about an animal having gotten in through the window (which does not makes sense as it has a screen). It seems to be a wolf, about twice the size of a normal wolf. However, it seems to be invisible. I try to kick it out of our bed several different times and at one point, oddly believe that I somehow kicked it through the closed door (again, rendered in the wrong location), not breaking through the door (or causing it to fling open) but phasing through it (dream “logic”?). There are at least three “resets” of the situation.

      Several times, I thrash my legs around (even though it does not seem I had done this in reality no matter how “real” it felt). The wolf seems to be very tiny at times, though the sheet seems lumpier and higher at other times. I can see clearly into the room, as it is seemingly near dawn. There is no actual attack or implied injury at any point.
    7. Hammering to Activate the Emergent Consciousnesses

      by , 02-14-2016 at 08:14 AM
      Morning of February 14, 2016. Sunday.

      I climb a ladder through a trapdoor above me and into a small dimly-lit room with a number of gears that are presently not moving. I have a hammer (though I do not recall having climbed the ladder with it). The gears seem possibly jammed as well as rusty. Hammering them seems to not only remove some of the rust, but rather than breaking the gears, it seems to somehow add missing pieces (or teeth) back onto them.

      The gears begin to move, more golden in appearance, the light in the room grows brighter, and I soon wake in mid-swing.

      This is about as obvious as waking symbolism can get (though subliminally self-initiated rather than with biological RAS activation). A ladder symbolizes rising in consciousness (waking). Using the hammer signifies becoming more aware of the nature of the real physical body (and kinetic energy metaphorically equating to neural energy - as something shaking or vibrating also symbolizes the waking state precursor), and of course gears turning relates to waking and more viably thinking. A room growing brighter also relates to dawning consciousness. Yellow and gold are emergent consciousness indicators (570–590 nm) as in being analogous to sunrise, though orange and red, in that order, increase waking priory.

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    8. Miniature Wolves

      by , 01-15-2016 at 07:15 AM
      Morning of January 15, 2016. Friday.

      This dream was really odd in what I first thought was random distortion, though I soon began to grasp at least three layers of meaning in a fairly short time, one layer (the most likely, I think) which I will share here.

      I am making love to Zsuzsanna in an unknown and unfamiliar setting - what seems to be a fancy hotel room. The made bed (closer to the cater-cornered door than where we are) has its headboard against the wall. I am directly on the right side of it on my back on the carpeted floor, facing the opposite direction of the headboard (with my feet closest to the table and lamp near the wall). Zsuzsanna is on top, first facing one direction than facing the other (in two different events - the sense of touch and localized awareness of heat being very elevated).

      I am becoming more and more aware (though not lucid) and soon notice several miniature wolves (slightly smaller than a cat) running around in midair (at about shoulder height), one directly above the pillow. These wolves are not threatening in any way, just mildly distracting. I start to wonder how many there are or if they will become less chaotic (for example, to form a straight line somewhere).

      My reasoning was almost stumped until my interpretation ability flowed naturally. What do people supposedly do when they want to sleep? Count sheep, of course…miniature imaginary sheep that hop over the would-be sleeper and his pillow and are sometimes imagined as floating in the air. This is inverted on possibly two levels. Instead of counting sheep, I am already in the dream state, so the “opposite” form appears - wolves. They are also not lined up to count, implying the dream continuing without waking (though they still may imply the waking mechanism since dreams often implement opposite “what if” ideas). There may also be an association with sheep as related to the popular non-word “sheeple” to describe unaware people. Wolves imply freedom and intelligence over the unaware conformist. However, something being in mid-air, I happen to know (by being directly told in the dream state) that it may sometimes mean “not getting enough support”, which may relate to my perception of much of humanity as not being very aware - or even interested in their own mind and dream states.
    9. Mulder in a Guitar

      by , 01-02-2016 at 07:02 AM
      Night of January 2, 2016. Saturday.

      In my dream, I am in a field on a sunny afternoon, just outside of the more utilized land of a farm. An unknown male walks along carrying an acoustic guitar, from my left to my right, getting slightly closer but not regarding me in any way.

      Inside the guitar is Fox Mulder (David Duchovny from “The X-Files”) looking out through the sound hole and with his fingers (both hands) out and gripping the bottom edge of the sound hole. He looks slightly worried or perhaps is thinking of a way to get out without being noticed. I cannot be certain if he trusts the person carrying the guitar or not. There is no sound; just a sense of curious movement. There do not appear to be strings on the guitar, at least normally arranged, only because I have a clear view of Mulder’s face and his fingers.

      This of course is beyond ridiculous; a real oddity. A human being could in no way fit inside a guitar, let alone be so effortlessly carried one-handed by another person (as the guitar moves in a way as it is being carried that would indicate no other weight inside it). However, it seems fairly likely that the guitar represents a casket in this particular case, especially as my father’s headstone has an engraving of a guitar on it, so this is probably a surreal rendering of my thoughts or concerns about mortality. Fox Mulder, highly skilled and having experienced the unexplained, is always “looking for answers” in a world of skeptics (who are often either wrong or instigating a coverup), much like myself on some levels. Since the guitar does not seem to have strings, that is another clue concerning mortality and the inability to “make music” (or to live).
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    10. Wayward Pet Penguin

      by , 12-12-2015 at 06:12 PM
      Morning of December 12, 2015. Saturday.

      In this dream, we have a pet penguin. The setting is our present home on W Street mostly as it is in real life. We are in our bed which seemingly has correct orientation regarding the overall layout.

      Nothing much happens over time other than the penguin rolling around and standing up near me a few times, mostly on my right (my wife Zsuzsanna being in bed at one point though on my left). It is not really that annoying. The detail seems fairly realistic. There seems to be no stronger concern regarding the idea of being nibbled or pecked even though that potential is vaguely in the back of my mind.

      A penguin has wings but cannot fly, so on one level, it is a “failed flight” feature relating to the waking transition, especially when not in its natural environment or swimming. This is validated by my “Penguin in a Jar” dream (1975) where the penguin takes on the symbolism of a fish and swims in a downward spiral deeper within the aquarium and my dream becomes more vivid, because on another level it relates to the dream state itself. The penguin being in our bed and not swimming (and lacking the ability to fly even though it has wings), it is metaphorical for my final stage of waking.

      One of my last dreams relating to a penguin was a distortion of the waking mechanism as well, when the alarm clock’s radio came on and I remained in my dream for a time and the announcer appeared in my dream as a chattering (and cartoon-like) penguin, wandering crazily through a random maze seemingly on the surface on a pinball playfield.

      Edited for clarity on Friday, 8 April 2016.
    11. Abstract Music

      by , 09-04-2015 at 07:10 AM
      Morning of September 4, 2015. Friday.

      My senses are not very clear in this sequence. Firstly, I am playing some sort of game with an unseen character (seemingly by proxy via some sort of radio broadcast but he may also be “present” though disembodied) though the plays and outcome are quite abstract and hard to describe and follow. The playing field is illogically on an otherwise featureless area of an electronic keyboard (where the voice settings and other features would otherwise be). There is something to do with placing very short lengths of “hair” (of only about one centimeter) into a pattern that seems to have no particular form. It seems difficult and annoying. We had apparently been playing awhile because the shape that is supposedly mine is like a large circular form, but it seems the other character is winning (though I am not sure why or even what the purpose or rules are). Eventually, as I do not seem to be the winner, I pick up my game result and it is somewhat like a furball though seemingly made of drawn lines that somehow are separated from the surface that they were originally drawn on.

      Later, I am on my side in a bed that is outside near an isolated intersection in a wooded area during the afternoon. I get a vague impression that there may be large dinosaurs (such as a tyrannosaurus) in the area. There is no fear or perceived threat of any kind, though. It is almost as if I am aware I can create any creature I want and have it run around by the intersection and along the perimeter of the forest. I absentmindedly choose not to focus more clearly to do this, though. Instead I am playing around with an electronic drum kit that also is like a digital sampler to capture at least an octave range of a particular sample.

      I press something (some sort of small rectangular button) and sample the ambiance of the area, which is barely audible. I try to play a melody on the pads, but the sample is not loud enough to hear. I try again and get some ambiance that is slightly louder, but mostly only wind through the trees, my breathing, and a distant (unknown) animal sound. From here, I am able to play a random melody with a rather odd sound (almost like a person saying “huh?”), though which eventually sounds more and more like an electric guitar. I remember that sound can be recorded from anywhere and turned into anything else.
    12. Jewel Face

      by , 08-25-2015 at 02:25 PM
      Morning of August 25, 2015. Tuesday.

      In my dream (with no implied back story or prior memory of any other event or situation) I find myself absentmindedly looking at an array of thumbnails on my computer monitor, too small to see much detail other than various images of a mysterious figure in black and what may be a closeup of a face in solely one image of the set. It looks like it may be a set of photographs of a young dark-haired Moroccan girl in a mostly featureless room, though it may also be a young version of my wife Zsuzsanna. My thoughts are not that defined and I remain puzzled over the display. The images seem slightly larger at one point, though not based on any technical adjustment on my part (though possibly by automatic magnification, based on purely mental “zooming in” of the dream self’s perspective, this being a fairly common event in my dreams). She is wearing black clothes, including black silky palazzo pants and a kaftan top from what can be seen in the thumbnails, and it looks like there may be a black veil in some images.

      When I bring up one image in the top row, I see a young female’s face and it looks rather distorted though still human for the most part. An outline of very small jewels completely encircles her eyes, mouth, and nose area. They look like they may have been deeply embedded into her skin. This puzzles me and for a moment I almost think it is her actual face and that the “jewels” are organic, though I eventually accept that they may be tiny rhinestones. I have no idea who it is at this point. At one time the girl may have been pretty, but now she looks almost inhuman (or “alien” in a cinematic sense) and very odd. My dream fades after this, after seeing only the one larger image with some sort of vague wariness regarding what sort of “creature” she may be (though likely still human for the most part, yet unique in that I get the impression no one else has gone to this extreme in facial alteration, which may be related to some sort of extreme cultural or religious purpose).

      Updated 01-15-2016 at 05:17 PM by 1390

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    13. Meanwhile, Thirty-Eight Years Later

      by , 08-11-2015 at 08:14 AM
      Morning of August 11, 2015. Tuesday.

      James Miller comes to my attention; weary and barely there and dressed as Will Robinson, he seems to want to ask me something. Perhaps about ten feet away or more in a half-rendered version of my computer room (though seemingly mirrored longways right to left), he mainly appears as he did in perhaps 1975 (rather than 1977). I feel that he wants to ask me the time. However, pitifully, he cannot even communicate or relate coherently, which I suspect is frustrating him. Instead of asking “Time?” it comes out (quite weakly) something like “Sah-hime?” I suspect that anything he ever manages to say will only sound a little like English, though mostly gibberish.

      Manny C comes in as the robot from “Lost in Space” (though somewhat different in design). She is thinner, though; the upper and lower sections of her robot body slowly pumping up and down (synchronized to her forward movement), arms randomly moving about, though head perfectly rotating ninety degrees to left and right.

      She pulls James out of the half-rendered setting, back into the red-toned darkness.

      Like a robot vacuum cleaner. I suppose.
    14. Pod

      by , 08-10-2015 at 01:25 PM
      Morning of August 10, 2015. Monday.

      There really is not that much to this one. For some reason, planet Earth seems a lot smaller and almost like a spaceship. There is some sort of event that may destroy the “world” and only about thirty people are able to escape in their own family escape pod, each of which holds a few people in a family (though with a larger family such as mine, there are two, which are connected and maintain the same orbit).

      Finally, the last pieces of the planet (only a few, as the planet seemed quite small to begin with) are floating about in the center of a circle of escape pods. There are probably only about a dozen.

      Regardless of the “end of the world” scenario, there seems to be no real concern about endangerment. We may be in our pods for a considerable time, though will still find new life on another planet. The feeling of being in outer space in such a structure seems quite real. Oddly, there seems no concern about food supplies or needed utilities. In the back of my mind, I am thinking, as always, it will turn out as how it should.
    15. Hanoi (postcog or not)

      by , 08-07-2015 at 02:07 PM
      Night of August 7, 2015. Friday.

      Oh no, not this “or not” again. (Someone slap me.)

      Well, here is another little “weird” one. I do not have a Tower of Hanoi puzzle in real life (at least on hand) unless the baby-toy variation is relevant (my first guess being “no”). This is just a brief and skewed “anniversary” dream, I think, of playing around with a version of the Tower of Hanoi (and there are apparently several variations). Though it has shades of postcognition, I am more-so inclined to believe I might have seen the newspaper very recently due to the extensive level of research I have been doing of late.

      One of the newspaper headlines I would have seen (while living on Rose Street) on August 7, 1965 reads “REDS ASK HANOI AID”. What this has to do with my dream, I remain clueless. Because the word “aid” appears, I assume it may be a play on help in solving the Hanoi Tower (which I have not really messed around with in years, the last time being a computer game version of it). Of course, maybe it is something that looks like the Hanoi Tower, and, specific to the date (August 7) perhaps metaphorically relating to three people who are passing something of a puzzling nature between the three of them.

      No clue otherwise.
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