Blue_Opossum

Morning of January 5, 2015. Monday.



I got to “travel” a little within an incredibly beautiful green landscape. This sometimes happens when I do a bit of weeding, but interestingly, I pulled up some tougher weeds in one part of the lawn mostly after sunset - which is in contradiction to the Tetris Effect (and thus “unexplainable”) regarding the very bright, even “glowing” visionary imagery.

This intense dream experience has caused me to question the actual nature of the so-called Tetris Effect and what is really happening at different levels of consciousness. I had assumed before that the reason I had such beautiful vivid (and fully lucid) dreams on an evening or next morning of a session (no matter how short) in gardening, where the entire landscape was made of various types of beautiful plants and continuous amazing changes in scenery and often additional patterns - was because of seeing a few different types of plants in brighter sunlight for an extended time. It seems that concept is not quite right, at least in every instance.

The same type of amazingly beautiful and blissful “glowing” dream still happened when I did a bit of weeding in real life (for a fairly short time) after sunset due to it being so warm during the day. I actually was lying on the ground for about ten minutes at a time to get better access to the tougher woody stems and I could not see all that well.

Even so, off I go later in my dream into the beautiful, wondrous landscapes. No people are around anywhere as I travel (and I am aware that most people cannot “see” at this level and I feel slightly sad for humanity about knowing this), although there had been a brief period where I was watching a smaller human hand seeming to reach up to me (though the person likely not buried or injured) as if only partly covered by stripes of mud near possibly a partly collapsed man-made structure such as an old wooden bridge - I do not think they had fallen; it may be a typical automatic tulpa-like creation. I want to grasp it and make contact (especially in such a bright and “accelerated” state) but there is a shift in my dream in it becoming even more brighter and vivid and with an increasing variety of plant types. For a time, I see rather large spider lily plants as well as both smaller and larger ferns and horsetail plants. I see a swaying of various smaller plants (a little less than knee-deep) in one area (from a mild breeze, I think, or possibly from something moving just under the average plant-height level) and there is a small cluster of trees across from me. It appears to be on the side of a small hill though the slope is only about twenty degrees. I am not certain if there is solid ground or water under this particular expanse of plants, so I remain disembodied and float over the region.

After a time, when I am indulging in the overall beauty of the region, I notice a few different paths through marshy areas and sparse woody areas, the whole time feeling very peaceful and satisfied. Various pieces of straw, thin but longer sticks, and large green plant stems are lying along the paths at various angles. I also see smaller patches of yellow sand and white sand as well as the dirt along the paths.

As is typical of this dream type, there are shifts in higher stages of “glowing” sections. I see feathery plants and very vivid and precise leaf patterns, both magnified and as part of a wonderful landscape, moving about in my disembodied “orb” form (though able to take human form if I wish).

The usual “tunnel” appears, which seems to go deep into the earth, and is lined with some sort of light-colored plant matter, perhaps root-like. This type of feature always occurs in this dream type. In this one though, I am not as aware of insects and arachnids in remarkable detail as sometimes inconsequentially occurs.

There is a scene of six coppery cobras facing outward in an implied hexagon, swaying about but otherwise not moving from their positions and not even causing any wariness in my fully relaxed state (though this is typical, as I am rarely concerned with any type of potentially “threatening” imagery in this particular state) - it is more like they are “living statues” in a way, but still with some sort of power. The bottom parts of their bodies seem somewhat joined or tied in some sort of knot at one point.

I am now inclined to believe that it is sometimes primarily the “energy” and physical contact (from plants and the ground) that brings about this dream type rather than (or in addition to) just the bright imagery. The evidence speaks for itself - that, and the fact that I am not thinking of weeding at all in this type of in-dream environment - two facts which seem to contradict the Tetris Effect ideology, which interestingly enough, I did not question that much in the past due to seemingly relevant experiences and positive results of experiments relating to it. Also, the imagery of the plants I had seen in reality on a particular day are not necessarily dominant at all in this dream type; sometimes the plants even seem prehistoric, as if I was sometimes looking at the energy forms and possible variations of all plants throughout existence.

Morning of January 4, 2015. Sunday.



In this dream, it is a solid wooden door (rather than the typical jalousie-windowed door) that does not fully fit the doorway when closed at our present address on W Street (however, this door is cracked in reality in the top left panel though that attribute is not noticed or considered in my dream). It is the door that goes out to the front porch from our living room. I soon sense that there are devious people in the street (though I do not see them at any point) that may impose or possibly have intent to burglarize our house. However, this potentially dangerous scenario does not happen even though I continue to have issues with the door for several minutes. In this case, it is probably a “four-fifths door” within the doorway and I try to make the door “fit” as I close it, but to no avail. I cannot seem to “stretch” the wooden door far enough over to reach the latch on the left side (using in-dream faux logic in expecting the door to be malleable), in my non-lucid dream state. Still, I am not confronted or attacked at any point and no one comes onto the porch.

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Morning of January 3, 2015. Saturday.



My non-lucid manipulation of my newer dreams have gotten somewhat amusing as I am still seemingly focused on working mainly with my fingers and metaphorically “entering codes” in various atypical ways, some “technological”, some “magical”. This one was extraordinarily long but I will summarize the main sections.

The beginning scenes relate to some sort of miniature people, which are likely to be closest to the concept of brownies or elves. There are thirty of them living under a particular house, though I am not sure if it is my family’s home. They have extensive conversations of how humans no longer see them or regard them in certain ways, which seems problematic for their continuing livelihood. This ties in with some later scenes long after some completely different scenes take place, all in all, about three different plots. Most of the brownies or elves are older males.

The next scene related to the brownies or elves involves being in an unfamiliar residence. My youngest son is there as well as my (deceased) sister Marilyn and several others, some unknown. My son seems slightly ill, with a mild cough. I get the impression that I should call on one of the thirty brownies that live under the floorboards of the house. I seem to automatically know how to do this even though most people have no idea about the inherent “call for help” system. I tap the fingers of my left hand in a particular precise pattern (somewhat like Morse code), which will supposedly bring about aid from the magical beings. After I tap out the code on an end table next to me to my left, I wait. I look towards the partly open curtains in the large doorway farther to my left. I expect something or someone to appear but I am not certain of what or who. I am aware that no one else suspects something unusual will happen or knows that a magical being may soon appear from behind the cloth curtains, which hang to about three inches from the floor.

After a short time, a small younger male “creature” appears and walks into the large room. Instead of one of the previously established brownies of only about two inches tall, he is about three feet high with somewhat darker but yellowish skin and is wearing a plaid kilt and also has some sort of animal fur (somewhat like a brown mink stole - but seemingly more relative to a religious garment) draped over one shoulder. Without pausing, he goes to my son and takes away his cough with some sort of brief ritual.

Later, I am outside with my sister Marilyn and others (including a few relatives of my brother-in-law’s) in an unfamiliar area in an unknown region. They mostly appear as they did during the mid-1980s. I am somehow manipulating time - which will supposedly help my sister somehow (regarding her declining health). A large tree falls over dramatically not that far from us. I am aware that in an alternate reality, this is what killed her earlier on in life. She is to my right and seems okay except for a mild cough. I feel a bit sad in knowing she has already died in one “alternate” reality.

I play with time in my dream and even tell the other characters what I am doing. I deliberately cause my dream to rewind by five seconds and point this out by telling another character to watch the clock. Logically, they should not be aware I am doing this if everything is rewinding (which would “logically” include their own viewpoint rewinding as well and erase their memory), but they do note it, and seem surprised I am able to do this. Eventually, I pretend to make a “mistake” by causing my dream to rewind (relative to the ongoing scene and setting anyway) by half an hour. Eventually, my dream seems to be “playing” with me by accelerating time forward a bit during certain times the clock moves backwards. Eventually, it is near dusk, although the clock shows that it should be morning.

In another section, I am flying over cars in a long tunnel. There is an overpass structure within the tunnel which almost seems to be part of a residence for a time, as I notice a refrigerator near one corner (it may even be part of my house but elevated a bit above the traffic). A foreman from the factory I worked at years ago is there. I fight another character for a time as we do martial arts in midair over the cars. At one point, I throw him into a wall and he disappears even though he seemed fairly confident of his skills at first. I am not hurt in any way.

The foreman asks for my help due to a car carrier crashing into his parked bulldozer while he was on it while the car carrier was going up the overpass and not having enough clearance. I try to get to him quickly as he is still speaking to me, but he keeps falling and rolling down through the rest of the traffic. Eventually, he is run over several times and flattened by his own bulldozer, which somehow slides down past other cars and trucks. The car carrier loses its cars as well; they fall back, hitting some of the other cars that are going through the tunnel and creating havoc though some drivers do not seem to notice at all.

Even though the other male is killed and completely flattened (though without that much blood or gore) I am able to effortlessly resurrect him as his body completely rejuvenates and heals, though he only thanks me in a manner that he seems to think I had only pulled him out from a difficult space from under a part of his wrecked bulldozer. I do not mention what had really happened to him.

Morning of January 2, 2015. Friday.



I am back on King Street. What I have noted about hundreds of such dreams is that the boarding house is never the same as it ever was in reality, and for each dream, there is usually a different setup, almost as if another part of me is deliberately trying to get me to recognize that I am dreaming. In this case, Leonard S, the pinhead, has a room he never had in reality, the room across from the very large bathroom. Also, across from Leonard’s in-dream room, what should be the bathroom is now another apartment. “Squeaky” (a real-life friend of ours) lives there. (He got his nickname from absentmindedly stepping on a certain floorboard, near the pinhead’s apartment, that always squeaked loudly.)

I am mostly aware of the time period I am in (and the fact that I am married and have children), though I am not sure if these people would be alive in reality (our landlady lived to be over a hundred, though). Squeaky’s room looks very poorly maintained and mostly empty except for a bit of grungy damaged furniture. However, when we shake hands I happily compliment him (seemingly sincerely - not condescending at all) on how well he has done in “still living there”, even though it is truly pathetic on his part. This seems to be due to me having a more defined empathy in-dream for him. Normally, such a scene would probably infuriate the one being addressed (as if perceiving the other person is otherwise being rudely sarcastic), though Squeaky does not react angrily.

The pinhead is there behind his door and I tell him to step out even though he is not fully dressed (which was why he was hesitant in stepping into his doorway). Squeaky stands to the left. I ask Leonard how he is doing and he looks at first as he did in reality and seems happy to see me again. However, a short time later, I notice how unnaturally tall he is (in reality he was about my height). In fact, the upper part of his body, from about mid-chest-level, to the top of his head, seems to taper off in a rather bizarre fashion, giving the impression that his head is only about one-fifth the size of mine. His shoulders also taper off in an odd trapezoidal fashion. At first, I think this is a trick of perspective relative to him being tall and towering over me, but it is not a trick of perspective; he actually looks like this in-dream at this point. Looking again, it is almost as if his head is smaller than a baseball.

Morning of January 2, 2015. Friday.



I am in America during the Christmas holidays, in the backyard of the Loomis Street house (where I have not been in real life since February 1994). I am not aware that Christmas is over, as my dream self perceives the date as December 24th instead of January 2nd.

I have a metallic container made of aluminum, which is like a small loaf pan or bread pan. It is shallower, perhaps half the height of a typical loaf pan, but also longer. There is no recalled backstory, but for some reason I believe I can make smaller Christmas cakes with some sort of technological process that is integrated into the movements of my physical body. There are some unknown people around at times.

I put some sand and dirt from the yard into the loaf pan. It is about one-fourth full at one point. After this, I draw, with my index finger, a one-byte binary sequence across the surface from left to right, which I think is 01010100 (which is 84 decimal, which represents a capital “T”). (It is possible that there is a play on “one byte” vs. “one bite”.) However, I contemplate, with a sort of wariness, that this may not be the right code to make Christmas cakes with. It does not bother me that much, though. To activate the creation of the cake, I move my right hand, mainly my index and middle fingers, from right to left, over the pan while holding it in my left hand. This seems to be a normal way to activate codes, similar to pressing the “Enter” key on a computer keyboard, metaphorically a sort of “sweeping back”, also similar to pushing the carriage return on a manual typewriter.

My finger movements seem to create at least four miniature cakes of which three other people seem to want and so I let them cheerfully take them. I eat the one that is left and it tastes a bit grainy and somewhat metallic and sour. I then consider that the code was wrong and that I have eaten poisonous minerals, but, even though I am not lucid, it does not bother me at all. I still somehow know that I am not in the real world even though I do not suspect I am dreaming. (This is instinctual dreaming.) I know I will not die or even get ill from the highly toxic minerals.

I fill the pan with dirt and sand from the ground again. This time I draw, with my index finger, what seems to be 00010110. This would be 22 in decimal, which, as well as being the Master Number of Zsuzsanna and I, representing “V” (the 22nd letter, which is the bottom half of the heart symbol which twenty-two also creates when one two is mirrored to the other) and nearly endless layered connections, also coincidentally relates to “synchronous idle” in ASCII, which “coincidentally” goes back to being “^V” in caret notation.

I repeat my “code activation” with my index and middle fingers moving back over the top of the pan from right to left (the direction utilized with dream state reinduction).

This time, the cakes look and seem a little more edible, but I am still not certain if they are perfect. Still, people remain happy to take them and no one had gotten ill by that point. Mine does taste a bit better than the previous, sweeter and more like actual cake.

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Morning of January 1, 2015. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,545-02. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.



I am in the Cubitis house in the morning. The living room is about four times bigger. The bedroom my father built into the carport is also about four times larger.

I am aware of noise and music from an unknown source (from the northwest). After about twenty minutes, our oldest son’s martial arts class, as it was when he was younger, enters the house through the front door. It is disco music I do not recognize at first. The intrusion and noise annoy me. (I do not question why my son is younger or why the martial arts class will be in the new north bedroom. It does not occur to me that my son had never been to America). I am standing near what would be the eastern wall, near the windows, looking west into the expanse of the living room. It has a slightly shiny and partly reflective floor. (In reality, the house had brown floor tiles in every room, speckled with different colorful patterns on each tile).

The real-life instructor asks me if I mind the music they are using today, some of which is The Village People. Even though I find it irritating, I say, “I can take it or leave it this morning,” so as not to cause an argument (especially as he seems very cheerful and kind). He seems to appreciate my honesty and willingness to allow the class to continue, and they go into the carport addition, all dressed in white martial arts uniforms.

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Question and answers:

Why the martial arts teacher? He is this dream’s vestibular modulation personification, an association with the emerging (preconscious) awareness required to wake and become active with discernible physicality and coordination.

Why the martial arts class in the bedroom? It is because I am sleeping in a bedroom at the time. This dream is nothing more than a typical wake-up call precursory to correlating with real physicality upon waking. I consider the martial arts class (and music) as “intrusive” only because I desire (liminally) to sleep a little longer.

Why is it in the wrong bedroom? It is so I do not mistake my dream for real life. My son is younger for the same reason. I remain in the living room without the process of wall mediation (entering the bedroom).

This type of dream is not much different from a bathroom wake-up call dream, when a bathroom is inaccessible or “wrong” to eventually produce the realization of the need to wake and answer nature’s call.

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Morning of January 1, 2015. Thursday.

Reading time: 35 sec. Readability score: 48.



I am supposed to get on a military helicopter under non-threatening conditions, approaching from its right side. It features a camouflage design. It is in a mostly featureless field with overgrown weeds. While walking, my foot catches on a piece of uprooted root or snagged plant stem, and I trip with the usual hypnopompic kick.

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Usually, this stage of dreaming occurs as walking in a city and tripping or falling off the curb (though that is too common to bother to document, as is the beginning of this dream, as most begin with sightings of lakes and rivers as this one did), typically only as the first dream of a sleep cycle. Helicopters are a common form of vestibular system correlation and a projection of illusory physicality when there is more mental energy present, though on a spiritual level they have an association with the Merkaba as tornadoes do.

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Morning of December 31, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,544-02. Reading Time: 1 min 46 sec.



While contemplating going to sleep (in our bed in our present home) to enter a vivid dream while maintaining conscious awareness, I am unaware that I am already asleep and dreaming.

A city council tractor mower is going over the grassy wayside near the west side of our house without seeming to complete the task. I sit on our bed facing the lounge room, wondering when this noise will stop so that I can sleep and dream. (There is no loud noise in my real environment at the time.)

Our lounge room has the fictitious feature (not perceived as erroneous by my dream self) of a reverse bay window, that is, it extends inward rather than outward. One of its windows faces me though at an angle.

I perceive that the council mower is getting closer to the west side of our house. The directional orientation of the sound is extraordinarily realistic.

The unfamiliar male face of the driver of the tractor mower appears in the fictitious window that faces me. His visage is dramatically exaggerated hostility. He is somehow driving the tractor mower so close to our house that he can look through the window and remain there. The situation makes no sense, as he is also supposedly still driving the tractor mower back and forth at the same time he is at the window, but this impossibility does not trigger recognition that I am dreaming. (Obviously, his face could not be close to the window if he was sitting on a tractor mower.)

I get up and go to the window and place my hand against the screen. My fingers push through the window screen, bending it outward as if it was soft. The tips of my fingers go into the face, dissolving it. Eventually, there is nothing there. (I neither see nor hear a tractor mower, either). I do not possess a functioning dream state awareness, yet I have no qualms about eliminating this entity.

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Crucial background information: Before this dream, I was in an activity about discernment of this process by moving my hand forward to determine if I was dreaming. In testing an image in front of me, if my hand touched my solid CRT computer screen, it would indicate that I was awake. In contrast, a malleable texture would verify that I was dreaming.

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Caution: I rarely practice reality checks because they corrupt reticular activating system functionality, an important biological factor of sleep-wake transitions.

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Morning of December 30, 2014. Tuesday.



I seem to be in Brazil or perhaps some sort of holographic life-sized model of a scene from Recife (“heh-see-fee”), Brazil, standing on the opposite side of a shoreline with many tall commercial buildings. It is during early afternoon, I think.

After a time, I am able to mentally “pick up” an entire building and move it (without any damage, oddly enough), mostly farther to my left to place it in a different area. I am not a giant or anything; solely my normal size throughout. I seem to be doing it as a part of some sort of simple exercise or relative to perhaps a contest or game.

Prior to my dream’s ending, I end up putting one building to the leftmost of the scene, where it actually “sits” on the water without sinking. This does not seem quite right somehow but I do not hear anyone complaining about what I am doing and I am not lucid in any way. (For example, no one falls or screams, etc.) (For some reason, the scene vaguely reminds me of reusable stickers, where you can put them elsewhere after first placing them in a particular area.)

Again, something does not seem quite right, but I am not sure if it is because the building is just “sitting” on the water’s surface or if it is because it is too far to the left away from most of the other buildings.

Morning of December 30, 2014. Tuesday.



My family and I, as well as my (deceased) sister Marilyn (who appears only about thirty in-dream) are in an unfamiliar residence. On the other side of the large room and partly blocked by the fact the room is L-shaped as well as us (sister, son, myself) being in an alcove (the rest of my family in another part of the residence), is a television showing, it seems, an old black-and-white Bela Lugosi movie (though not like any real one) and the audio is oddly of what seems like a rude sonnet by a narrator rather than actor dialog. The sonnet is at least partly about manually pleasuring oneself, but there are other aspects.

There is an alcove (to my right) where a larger table extends outward from it and about halfway out from the alcove. My oldest son, his back to the television, is somehow “on” the inner wall of the alcove closest to the television, possibly somehow sitting on the upper left corner of a cloth wall calendar. It does not make much sense how this could be and something so absurd does not trigger even the slightest lucidity. My sister is the only one facing the television across the table from me, though I sometimes turn around to look at it. The sonnet contains crude adult humor though I am not sure my son understands it as his face remains without emotion. There is a line about someone having their hands in their pants (for self-gratification).

The volume is low and I notice earlier on that my sister is leaning forward a bit as if in attempt to hear it better. I turn the audio up with a remote control and ask her if she can hear it better and she nods.

I then look at the beige cloth wall calendar. It is possible that my son is actually “sitting on the wall” like Spider-Man rather than his weight being on the left edge of the top of the calendar. I notice a rather large spider crawling on the lower left corner of the calendar. I tell my son to look (as he has always had a real-life interest in arachnids) and he tries to capture it. He tells me that it is not venomous when I ask him about it.

The spider’s abdomen is quite strange and strongly resembles a darker beige pair of bowlegged corduroy pants (though the “legs of the pants” are not actually spider legs, just the odd abdomen shape).

Because a spider typically represents hands, this echoes the earlier line about “hands in pants” and the fact that it is not venomous reflects that self-gratification is not “bad” as spiders in dreams sometimes represent metaphorically (although spiders sometimes have other hand-related meanings, such as a fear of being punished - this I learned from my childhood spider dreams).

Morning of December 29, 2014. Monday.



Although this dream does have similarities to concepts from certain sparser past dreams, it is entirely new in its “design”. My intent, as usual, is to expand on each new in-dream “power”. I have only, for one day, been using a new type of dream “scripting”, but not as direct as other types. It involves a new type of training that combines focusing on and questioning an event or image transition with two possible outcomes, one related to “can only occur in a dream” and the other, “will likely only occur when awake”. Of course, this is so “obvious” as to be ridiculous, but I have never read anything remotely similar in dream publications. It is a more advanced form of continuous “reality checks” that eventually become “automatic”, that is, a natural way of thought continuity. Instead of just asking now and then if you are dreaming, you do actual meditative sessions with real objects or images and their status until your entire mind falls into this skill “automatically”. (I will go more into this later in other entries). Practice makes perfect as they say. I am surprised it has already “worked” in a way after only one day, but not as fully as desired, though I suspect it fits into the “prototype” type of dream.

Obviously, dreams can be “anything” (including, for lack of a better term, “paranormal”, contrary to certain less-enlightened and less-experienced people) - and, strangely enough, I only began to fully understand this more recently (compared to the extent and longevity of my work). Because of the nature of consciousness, “anything” can be experienced in a dream and at any level of vividness (even two or more dreams at the same time if one is so inclined) including far more vivid than day to day real life (which I suppose worries some people as they are then concerned with somehow being “tricked” into thinking they are dreaming when they are not - which is absurd due to the fact that dreams naturally “trick” people into thinking they are awake - but, alas, it is human nature to “fail”, apparently), particularly various levels of remote viewing, which includes perspectives and perceptions not even close to habitual waking associations (which may, in fact, be why many people supposedly do not remember their dreams - due to them being too abstract or “far away” from their waking status).

In my dream, I am sitting in the center of a mostly featureless pale blue room. I am not lucid, yet (as has often been the case in the past) still somehow aware I am making my dream from another “mental plain” (for lack of a better term). There is an invisible “portal” in the room that I am aware of, but it is very small. This portal is, for a time, seemingly no bigger than my finger, though it does seem to expand later. It is probably about a foot or so from the floor. In fact, I find it by moving my hand around until the fingertip starts to “vanish” when I move my hand forward a bit. This happens a few times.

What is remarkable is that I can see my finger slowly vanish from the tip downward as it enters this other realm (though this does not trigger any degree of lucidity yet). I try experimenting with it. I take a small book and actually manage to push it through into the other (unseen) realm so that it seems to become “invisible” as a result (though not truly invisible, just beyond this portal). After a time, my mother-in-law, unfortunately, makes an appearance. The portal at that point almost seems like a sort of metaphorical “coin-slot” into this other world.

There is not much definition or rendering of the mother-in-law presence or associations, but there is something to do with an occult book being taken out by the mother-in-law, though it is primarily inconsequential and something about demons (which I have never remotely seen any evidence of in my lifetime - only manifestations of someone’s own personal fears and limitations).

There is not much else going on. I have not “worked” like this in any past dream in this particular way (only vaguely similar scenes), but it does seem a result of the particular “reality checks” I had done. However, they curiously took on a different metaphorical pattern. Instead of checking by “meeting a solid surface” with my fingertips, my fingertip “vanished” into an implied portal, the portal being otherwise completely unseen. Of course, this implies (though I already knew this) that even if a dream is seemingly of “one” implied environment (and not necessarily relevant to common bilocation experiences in dreams), there are unseen immediate phasing layers all around the dreamer. This is no surprise, I suppose, due to the fact that sound, imagery, and other features of the universe also phase in ways the public would refuse to believe even when shown. For example, when you invert one sound wave over another (polarity reversal) the second being originally the same as the first, all relevant sound completely ceases to exist. However, this is not a matter of “cancelling out” as some suggest. Why? Because if you insert something that slightly changes one of the waveforms into one channel, you will still detect that they both still simultaneously exist, just in a different inaudible form. This of course, is quite intriguing in what it suggests about the nature of dreaming and human thought itself.

Morning of December 28, 2014. Sunday.



This dream is possibly based on a very recent real-life event. An unknown male, possibly from a couple houses east of us, had yelled out “hello” from random areas on the footpath and eventually knocked, this happening two days in a row, though only once knocking each time (assuming it was the same person each day) yet immediately left before anyone could get to the door.

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In my dream, I go into the front room and when I glance out the window I notice that a couple trucks are parked against the house. Not only that, I notice that part of the bumpers are somehow up over the outer window ledge (which in reality is too narrow to support anything and is not really the right level for that as it is) making it seem even more of a ridiculous imposition.

Upon seeing this bizarre unlikely intrusion onto our house itself, I look out and glance around our front yard and notice three men fighting and rolling around on the ground. Two of the men appear to be typical local males. One of them, however, has the head of a fish. He lifts his head up, looking blankly towards me for a short time and then goes back to fighting.

I am eventually aware that at least one of them is a police officer. The other two are seemingly connected to a courier company, or perhaps two different courier companies. The fish-headed man seems to be losing for a time.

Even though my perspective and overall perception are quite clear, I cannot quite determine if the fish-headed man is now (or had been) the police officer or is one of the others. Not much else happens. It does appear that the fish-headed man is wearing a uniform, but it may be a formal outfit for the delivery company.

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There was an earlier section where my wife’s brother Simon was visiting and he is talking about the changes that a friend of his went through - especially changes within his mind over time. He uses a term which contains “hero’s intuition” - the other word possibly being “unsung”. I hear him speak for quite some time and he seems sincere and at ease. I am not sure who he is talking about - but it seems like someone that had been in the hospital recently. (I do not know any of his friends in reality.) For some reason (dream-based empathy perhaps though I am not lucid), I admit to also being like that in the past but that a person changes over time. Foresight and long-term precognition supposedly become less significant and vivid over time because more of your life is behind you than ahead of you, though this is not always the case in reality.

Morning of December 27, 2014. Saturday.



I am apparently on my way to see some of my old classmates though the circumstances are unclear. They are not actually the ones who were my friends, it seems. Several of them are at an (unfamiliar) house in the area.

I find myself in the front part of an unfamiliar residence, though my classmates are there; about six or seven males. The kitchen is fairly close to the front of the house and there is a large counter through the larger room, extending from my right. Over time, I notice that there are a lot of dishes and such in a very large metal sink and the counter is quite messy - not all just kitchen-related messes, either, but possibly even car parts and pieces of old lawn mowers. I get a vague impression that I am supposed to do the dishes and clean the house.

However, I eventually notice that all these prior male classmates are obnoxious versions of Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig, and other Warner cartoon characters. They do not seem that much like cartoons, though, but real beings. They actually seem quite nasty as well as lacking even a fundamental level of intelligence. I am certainly not going to help them in any way, especially as they ironically see me as “inferior”.

I suppose this is actually how I see certain former classmates (though not ones I am still in contact with on Facebook) and some types of people in general - as “obnoxious cartoon characters” and even virtually “hollow”, though that is something I do not have that much interest to dwell on, especially in dream states, considering the vast potential of new horizons even at an older age.

Morning of December 26, 2014. Friday.





This dream was somewhat typical (at first) of the type where there is an ambiguous presence of an unknown character somewhere in the house and who is often primarily ghost-like. Such dreams have occurred over a lifetime. Sometimes the presence turns out to be “real”, sometimes imagination or a reflection of some kind.

My family and I are living in an intercontinental composite that is most like the house on Stadcor Street but is displaced in Cubitis, yet rotated and with the entrance seemingly facing north rather than towards the highway.

Over time, I find interest in the discovery of a previously unknown area between the kitchen wall and back porch where I remove boards and focus on the possibility of discovery. The area within is big enough for about two people to fit. Although not nightmarish, I see someone for a short time, possibly a ghostly presence. It is a younger dark-haired female, but not that clear of an image. I do not know her intent and inform my wife that someone is in the house (without directly mentioning any ghostlike attributes). My wife, however, is preoccupied with a large insect that had gotten into the house from the other side. Oddly, her concern about the presence of an insect having more significance than a home intruder does not trigger any level of lucidity.

Later, I look out to the south area of the side yard. I notice a large, round, solid and rock-like surface that reminds me vaguely of a clock (or perhaps a buried sundial), as it has some sort of symbol set going around the circumference or perhaps English letters. It seems very old and seems to be an important discovery. Previously, there had supposedly only been a thinner layer of grass and dirt hiding it. Although I do not fully dwell on the idea, it is possibly some sort of very large manhole cover at first - though that idea is replaced by the context of it being part of an ancient structure.

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After I focus on it for a short time, it begins to rise up (revealing the rest of its structure previously below the ground) while rotating at the same time until it appears to be a small building (or a model of one) big enough for perhaps six people to stand comfortably inside. It reminds me a little of Apollo’s Oracle at Delphi though it has the roof and a few columns going around to support the roof. It also reminds me very slightly of an older-style saltwater fishing reel on its side (though that is only related to its overall form). Its elevator-like event does not seem related to its actual function in any way but more as a result of my (seemingly absentmindedly) “summoning” it from the ground.

After a short time, I notice several people walking around, approaching from the south; mostly males in the clothing of ancient Greece. Some of them seem alive and some seem like ghosts due to the fact that they sometimes walk through each other (without the one they are walking through noticing at all), or perhaps they are all ghosts at different levels of phasing. None of them go directly near or into the small building. They do not seem to have a purposeful destination as, although they are mostly walking towards my house, they walk in a somewhat meandering manner. I do not know their intent but I do not feel threatened; just slightly curious. However, the dream soon loses cohesion after this.

Morning of December 25, 2014. Thursday.



I am on a helicopter seemingly in early evening, though before sunset, with unfamiliar people (including the pilot), apparently all adult males of around thirty (though I have no focus on my own age). We are flying over the ocean. I notice several girls swimming in the ocean far below. Without paying much attention to my present circumstances, a young girl is soon seen hanging in the doorway of the helicopter, to my right but only half inside, somehow having come from the ocean far below, apparently by flying. Her facial expression is cheerfully mischievous though friendly. At this point, I notice there is no pilot (of whom had originally been on my right), yet I feel only mild concern. However, two seagulls ahead, one on each side, somehow seem to be guiding the helicopter back to land by their presence alone. I assume the girl is a shape shifter whose natural form is a seagull.

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Water Induction - Vestibular System Personification, female (subliminal summoning of young version of Zsuzsanna) - Parallel Autosymbolism; RFWS (Return Flight Waking Symbolism) with WEWS (Water Emergence Waking Symbolism) - RAS truncation (pilot vanishing) - Vestibular System Mediation (soft waking) - Emergent Consciousness Factor as flight symbol - right-sided waking symbolism while sleeping on my left side.

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