Blue_Opossum

Morning of September 20, 1997. Saturday.



In one dream, there is a science fiction movie called “1464”. There is a tribe of children on another Earth-like planet who can communicate with other creatures such as water bugs, frogs, and birds. (I am not sure of the significance of the number. It may be some sort of play on my last street address number in America.)

In seemingly a different dream, I am in the future where there are strange giant creatures around in the area I travel to. It is not nightmarish; just unusual.

In another dream, I take my mother to the city to do some shopping. I also get two “Reader’s Digest” magazines in the mail. Both issues have an incorrect variation of the address on the label (which used to happen a lot in real life with a lot of generic commercial mail, including junk mail). In my dream, I am wondering how such a thing could happen. (The most amusing time was when I received a catalog that read “I think” in the address after the street number and name - as if “I think” was a type of, or used in place of, “Street”.)

Morning of September 12, 1997. Friday.



I am fishing amidst much man-made debris in the shallow water (not sure of location), although I do catch a rather large fish. Whenever the fish jumps, there is a larger splash that reaches me and a couple other males (one unknown who may be with the military, the other possibly from my maintenance job at a college). (Much of my wife’s dream of this date had the same aspects as my dream for no discernible reason.)

There is a giant black derby “cloud” that “rains” over parts of the ocean and eventually goes more inland, continuing over rivers and smaller streams, mostly. Very briefly, it seems like a UFO, yet continues to function as a raincloud. It seems familiar as if I may have seen it in an illustrated book of dreams in real life sometime in the past (though I am not certain).

I take a large jar of olives to an Italian wedding reception. I carry it in my left hand. I have something else that is smaller and in thin plastic wrap - sort of near my right hand (something sweet I think; I get the vague impression of a small amount of caramel popcorn), but floating it along near the jar with telekinesis, I think. An older male (who gives the impression of being at least part Transylvanian) comes to the door. I do not go in to the actual party.

Morning of August 26, 1997. Tuesday.



I dreamt of a skeleton that was buried in Cubitis (where I have not lived since 1978). The identity of the skeleton remains unknown. A strong wind blows dirt from it as I watch. Eventually, instead of a skeleton, it turns out to be edges of many interesting magazines and books. (Human remains becoming something else over time, or having been something else even when there does seem to be a real change, has been a sparsely recurring dream event.)

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Because skeletons, ghosts, and similar concepts relate to unfocused conscious awareness within a dream when books define a clearer conscious focus (though I do not become lucid), such a dream symbolizes increasing neural activity towards waking. Wind represents the passage of time.

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Morning of May 24, 1997. Saturday.

I am playing some sort of computer game that is like Pac-Man for the most part, but also has text adventure elements that appear on the screen. There are questions at different points depending on the area of the maze Pac-Man goes to. There also seem to be areas where passwords are required, of which I am not sure of the exact nature of but may be keywords obtained from going through the maze in a certain way.

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Morning of May 21, 1997. Wednesday.

There is an unknown music store I go into that does not sell cassette tapes anymore. Cassettes seem to be obsolete, perhaps even for recording. They seem so much out of use that it is possible I am in a futuristic setting.

At one point, I go over an underground bridge that is a part of the music store. The owner is an unfamiliar black male. There are a lot of different kinds of music.

One unknown male has found his first CD, it seems. It is one that he had apparently not found or seen anywhere else. Certain other people seem to think the CDs are also to become obsolete. I wander around but do not purchase anything.

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Morning of May 16, 1997. Friday.



My brother Jim (half-brother on my mother’s side) is visiting. He approaches me and starts talking about “wakes” (an obvious dream sign but I do not become viably or actively lucid, only the usual non-lucid dream control by way of instinctual dreaming). This seems to be focused on sexuality as having something to do with boats. Oddly though, he is talking about a particular type of water (which of course makes no sense other than a dream sign relevant to my typical water induction into the dream state, as water represents sleep and being in the dream state).

At one point, there is a strange skeleton of a bird that does not look quite right (possibly with “alien” implications).

At another point, Jim is in a room with other people and acting a bit strange, kicking his leg out.
At one point, there is a strange skeleton of a bird that does not look quite right (possibly with “alien” implications).

At another point, Jim is in a room with other people and acting a bit strange, kicking his leg out.

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As with many of my dreams since earliest memory, this entire dream is a real-time metaphor for sleeping, dreaming, and waking, though in this case, with an additional dream sign related to sexuality. The reference to sexuality is present because it is also a bed reference, which is a first-level dream state indicator (and a subliminal awareness that one has fallen asleep).

The bird skeleton is a typical “return flight” precursor which represents the waking stage common to the majority of my dreams as such (about twenty percent of the tens of thousands of dreams I have studied, decoded, and ultimately resolved - which brings amazing clarity of mind the more it is done). It first occurred about fifty years ago with the same overall dream theme, mainly influenced by a book on Birds that prompted me to maintain consciously created threads as such when entering the dream state. The “alien” association sometimes occurs as a difference between the transient and fictional dream self identity and the real conscious self identity (non-lucid dreams only as this factor does not usually occur in lucid dreams unless I will it to).

Even the last scene is a dream sign. When my brother Jim fell asleep on the armchair in real life, he would kick his leg out and sometimes move it a bit and people would joke that he was driving a car and stepping on the brakes. However, even seeing this scene in a dream did not alert me to the fact I was dreaming even when Jim had used the word “wakes” a few times earlier in my dream.

Additionally, even the collective consciousness of humanity understands that water symbolizes sleep. For example, the word “wakes” is a reference to a disturbance on the surface of the water caused by a boat or swimming animal.

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Morning of May 6, 1997. Tuesday.

I mostly see images of skeletal human figures that are made of ashes. They seem to be gripping white, smooth, flat, oval stones. There are images of angels that seem to be flying into me (which represents coalescence of different patterns and dynamics within the dream state). There are some images based on when Helene (my wife Zsuzsanna’s mother) was thrown off the bus yesterday in real life.

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Morning of April 12, 1997. Saturday.



It starts as a strange scene where I over-water some plants over time. A giant “mushroom” grows underground during this time, yet it is actually a rare sort of giant, poisonous jellyfish (that is a land-dweller) that eventually walks around on land. I decide to keep it in a large aquarium at first. It is almost like reviving an extinct or prehistoric species that has the potential to dominate the land in some ways.

I notice that it has a lot of small quills, a bit like a porcupine. A man visits us and it is his profession to find and eliminate these creatures - I think the last one was seen during the 1600s. I stop him from doing any harm. This is the point at which it had not grown legs yet. Mostly, I remain in safe areas, while I let it walk around. There is no major drama regarding such an unusual “monster concept” or story. I wake during the time of hearing it walk about in a building.

A second dream involves my wife and I going fishing. The immediate area is much like a place I fished at in real life, but is transferred into an office building. Two men laugh at the idea of us being able to catch any fish there. The water is very shallow and there is a small culvert coming out from one wall. Over time, though, more and more larger fish are in the area inside the building and the men have stopped mocking us and actually look worried now.

There is a third dream of an airplane crash with my wife and I being the only survivors.

The main longer dream from this date is very “distant” in some ways but recurring. It is based on walking down an older dirt road through a deep woods (not sure of exact location - I suppose it reminds me of Wisconsin). The area somehow seems very familiar. I am on my own yet I am also aware of a female (wife?) walking on her own elsewhere. There is a point at which the road (going north from directly south) turns at a nearly square angle to go directly to the east. There is a slight understanding that it was or is going to be used for some sort of industry - or as a road for vehicles such as dump trucks, bulldozers and so on. I believe there is another more open area (but still in the woods) that turns off towards the north (from the easterly path) where there is a smaller (one-lane, if assuming for cars or trucks) bridge over a river. Now and then there is a tree across the path but I get through it, sometimes wondering what would happen when the trucks try to come through - it also seems a bit difficult to relate how a car or truck could turn sharply at a ninety degree turn. There are shallow pools of water in some areas, mostly near where trees had fallen, no overly muddy areas.

This is slightly similar to another highly recurring theme, but not exactly the same, where I go into a very nostalgic and seemingly great “remembered” (fictional, I think) area from a main road, going in at about 22 degrees (or probably about half of 45 degrees, which is half of the square right angle of 90) and ending up in a very “ancient” location or special place that no one else knows about (other than in cases where I show friends the area). Going in at about 22 degrees offset from the main road or highway, I am aware of how I am going farther and farther from the populace which feels more and more “right” and comforting - it is like a place of healing, I think, although sometimes I am vaguely aware that there are bears, panthers, or wild hogs in a nearby area (sometimes seeing trees that had been clawed by bears) - but no present threat. Sometimes the area is slightly muddy or with higher pools of water (at the entrance only) - and sometimes I am showing friends this special place with an enhanced fondness. I have had hundreds of similar dreams, where I am somehow the only one who knows about a fairly visible entrance to a special area right off from a main road. It is a forest that is seemingly much bigger on the “inside” (within the forest) than on the outside.

Morning of March 17, 1997. Monday.



This was a vivid dream of getting packages in the mail as well as being aware there are many older unopened ones. One is filled with jellylike candy.

The other packages are related to some sort of subscription in eventually building robotic animals. There are many parts of different birds that have to be built into “real” birds but which remain primarily statue-like. The heads do have veins and gore hanging from the necks but when attached in the kit, they make birdlike sounds. At one point in the background, our son seems to be in a cage for his protection from the larger mechanical or electronic parts in the room, though this does not feature more clearly.

I soon notice a large bear head that also has veins and flesh hanging from the neck. It also has a couple white plastic tubes and metallic cables connected to it. The head is somehow “alive” and “breathing” with a clicking sound. Some tubes come out of the side of the head as well.

There are also two parts of the top part of a bear’s body; front and back “shells” with possibly real bear skin and fur and there are also attachable bear “arms” (front legs) and paws. I tell my wife to move away as I am ready to build the “bear droid”, as I do not feel fully safe with the kit, which was apparently a free year’s subscription from a cheap multilevel-marketing company which is also likely involved in scams. The front and back skins zip together at the sides when the sections are attached. The bear head actually complains about how long it is taking me to complete his form. I let it believe what it wants to, due to not feeling safe in contradicting anything it claims about the scenario.

I ask the bear head if it needs food but it says no; it apparently does not need organic food to function (though it may need fuel or batteries at one point - I am not sure and do not ask). I attach the head to the upper torso and eventually realize that there are no bottom section parts in the house - and the electronic or mechanical torso is not complete yet (apparently relative to missing parts of the longer subscription that have not yet arrived). They may not even send the rest of the parts due to postal rates rising or the subscription running out. When mostly complete on the top, it tries to lick or “kiss” me at one point but I move away. I am not sure if it is just being playful, but I am somewhat aggravated and am wondering about its “programmable” nature and why there would be built-in annoying subroutines as such. My wife seems somewhat worried about the whole idea of a mechanical bear “droid” or even a realistic though mostly stationary model being in the house. Thus far, it cannot walk around (at least very well) at any rate and seems slightly top-heavy relative to its incompleteness.

At one point, there is a knife in its paw which I take away without any difficulty and from there, I cut the head vertically in half, having had enough doubt about the whole works - and it then complains that I do not like it - almost as if it is personal. The “bird droids” make a fuss as I cut the rest of it up into pieces as if there is some sort of link (though I do not intend to destroy or even damage the birds). I awake with the sound of louder birds in real life.

Morning of March 8, 1997. Saturday.



I had a dream about Nichelle Nichols (Uhura of “Star Trek”). My dream was extraordinarily vivid.

She remains (as her Uhura character) in a small powerful rocket moving above Earth. It seems that Doctor McCoy is the one that put her in the rocket as an experiment, though for an unknown purpose. She bounces around in the interior of the rocket without getting injured. It seems as if I am present, though incorporeal. It does not seem to be part of a movie as in similar dreams, but is implied as a “real” event.

An association relates to her appearance in Star Trek V, which had a surreal moon induction scene and featured a “cat dancer” in another scene. Another connection relates to a vivid dream from 1966 which was influenced by the somewhat anthropomorphic cat dancing as in “Gay Purr-ee”. Additionally, a similar essence was in “Cold Hands, Warm Heart”, an “Outer Limits” episode which starred William Shatner (also of “Star Trek”). See the composite image for how similar the essence of these images are, which my nonconscious correlated over many years (or I would never have consciously made the personally eerie connections).

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In addition to the typical vestibular system correlation, there is also the factor of rolling around in sleep.

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I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.

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Morning of March 7, 1997. Friday.



In my dream, I am apparently part of a science-fiction scenario, though it is not directly evidenced as being a movie in progress. Much of it seems impersonal and inconsequential to me despite the fanciful nature of the events. It is occurring in afternoon. The situation seemingly relates to invisible aliens coming to Earth to invade and conquer. However, the alien activity seems more like magic or perhaps even the work of one entity, though it is possibly just advanced technology that is being utilized. I feel vaguely puzzled about this situation, though I do not feel threatened at any time.

At one point, hot air balloons that first seem normal transform into brontosaurus shapes and eventually come down to land on the ground, becoming more lifelike. (Curiously, I do not make the association with parade balloons even though this was a probable influence.) Some people seem amused, others alarmed. (There is no focus on what may have happened to the people in the hot air balloons.) Some people remain in the area. Others flee. I remain impassive.

Another scene involves finding a business that may have been taken over and which is also corrupt. I burn some curtains by sending white lightning from my fingertips.

Don Knotts, another actor (possibly Andy Griffith), and I ride together in a car. The trip is uneventful.

There is also a scene where an unknown unfamiliar female has several guns in her house in preparation for the supposed increase of alien activity, which may change the nature of society. My dream fades with no dominant RAS mediation and a soft uneventful awakening.

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Looking at very familiar symbolism in this dream, it is recognized that the depth of my sleep changed a few times, which affected my level of lucidity. The hot air balloons are a combined link to real-time vestibular system dynamics and depth of breathing while sleeping. The balloons coming down to land on the ground signifies sustaining the dream state rather than the waking transition being more imminent. Despite natural vestibular system ambiguity while unconscious, my dream held my focus of imagination with living dinosaurs and aliens, factors not related to waking life.

The main liminal space division (other than the basic implication of ground and sky) features in the scene where I direct lightning at the curtains. The curtains are implied to be over either a window or a door. The liminal space divider is that which keeps the dream self identity as uncoalesced with the conscious self identity (which is why opening a door, normally a dream’s implied exit point or otherwise a shift in the present level of unconsciousness, sometimes serves as apex lucidity induction for me). Additionally, lightning symbolizes neural energy. As my dream self has the ability to produce and direct lightning, I am attempting to bring additional threads of awareness into the dream state, but there is a biological factor that mediates my depth of sleep and level of awareness. My lucidity is only at about fifty percent in this scene where it otherwise remains much less.

Still, the natural RAS mediation never fully dominates. In the final scene, the preconscious takes the role of an unfamiliar female who never uses her guns, which means I allow myself to enter the waking transition without a need for prompting.

My understanding and acceptance of the natural stages of the sleep cycle (and the inevitability of waking) and the dream state in this case prevented a more violent scenario. However, there are many times when I challenge RAS (due to wanting to sleep longer or to hold full control over the dream state) which results in shooting all contents of the waking space (inconsequential of course, other than coloring my mood to seeing my final dream of the sleeping period as frustrating for a short time).

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Morning of January 21, 1997. Tuesday.



My dream’s setting is a new and unique composite of La Crosse and Cubitis (which are over 1,500 miles apart in reality).

My dream’s induction is the typical nonthreatening flood, a dream feature that has occurred in at least one dream virtually every night since earliest memory, so it is obviously an autosymbolic induction factor that is usually unrelated to waking life, especially as water autosymbolism correlates with the dynamics of sleep and the sleep cycle.

Curiously, our front yard does not seem flooded at one point but our carport does (as a distortion of a Cubitis feature). I am fishing in it (which of course is a ridiculous concept, as the front yard and carport would otherwise be at the same level in real life, but water replacing ground or floor at the same level, yet implying depth, is a common dream distortion, another factor of water as autosymbolism for the sleeping and dreaming process by the transformation of ground into the essence of fluid).

At one point, it seems I have caught a large striped bass, which is a kind of silver fish I used to catch in America (often using orange florescent fishing spoons as a lure).

The “fish” gets heavier over time (as is often the case in my fishing dreams when I hook something). However, it eventually turns out to be a large white cat, though of which does not appear to be injured from my “catching” it with my fishing equipment. It comes near me and purrs and my focus shifts as I move more toward waking.

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Fishing is a type of autosymbolic preconscious mediation when my dream self seeks to find the conscious self identity to initiate the waking process. In this case, it is paired with another form of preconscious mediation, which is the carport - in representing the liminal space buffer as a factor of the waking process. A cat has often served as a preconscious avatar (and “witness” to the dream state), though in this case becomes the emergent consciousness factor.

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Morning of January 5, 1997. Sunday.

Quite a few men want to fight. It is near a flight of stairs (waking precursor feature). The apartment building we are living in seems unfamiliar (though that does not trigger any sort of focus or uncertainty). I seem to have special powers including an ability to transform into having a monstrous appearance.

The men are drunk and I pound them and toss them down the stairs into an actual pile. More men appear and I am able to throw them about. It seems to be from at least the second floor at one point.

Oddly, they seem to transform into broken beer bottles at one point. Other beer bottles appear near the top of the stairs, which I also toss down the stairs. After a time, there seems little difference in the essence between the broken beer bottles and what used to be men. (I am not a drinker in real life and it is also quite rare for me to dream about alcoholic beverages in any way.)

Morning of January 1, 1997. Wednesday.



House Full of Spiderwebs

I am in the Loomis Street house, possibly implied to still be living here. My sister Marilyn (half-sister on my mother’s side) is present at times. There are spiderwebs everywhere. (I have dreamt a number of versions of this situation throughout my life. In this dream there is less of a focus on spiders than is usually the case. There is minor frustration at difficulty in moving from one room to another. My dream’s essence is not threatening or nightmarish in any way.)

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Fish Recycling?

A recycling symbol is rendered as a triangular image of trout or salmon. Its meaning is not fully clear.

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Miniature staircase of gold coins

I am arranging gold coins while sitting at a table in an unknown location. They form an implied miniature staircase. (Both gold coins and going up a staircase have occurred as dream state exit markers in previous dreams back to early childhood. A staircase typically symbolizes the inevitable return to consciousness as well as the implied exit point of the dream state. It is used the same way in guided meditation and hypnosis.)

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Morning of December 21, 1996. Saturday.



This was a long dream but with not many clear events. The location is ambiguous and somewhat of a fifty-fifty rendered composite of our Gellibrand Street apartment (in Clayfield - Australia) and my sister’s house on Loomis Street in the USA.

A fire starts in the house across the street, which seems to be some sort of “poetic justice” in-dream and not a personal concern. Eventually, it is discovered that firefighters are using our water supply to put out the fire. I notice this when I close the front windows and two fire hoses are then blocked. In a short time, I am ordered to reopen them by a few authorities that come onto our porch.

Instead, I turn off a cassette player that is playing a cassette tape of my personal affirmations that my brother Jim is listening to at a loud volume and otherwise ignore their request.

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