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Morning of October 13, 2014. Monday.



There were (among other dreams on this date) three dreams that slightly ran into each other. The last one was extraordinarily lucid, of the type of apex lucidity I do not usually post online, though there is a humorous side here. I enter the state somewhat slowly, being aware of the various environmental features which come into focus and which I know are solely in-dream (which is typical of this state since earliest memory). Finally, when I am in the full-body state, having arrived, so to speak, I notice it is a version of my sister Marilyn’s house, being similar to her living room. This was probably residue from the previous longer dream (which was non-lucid). Within a short time, with no need to mentally will a scenario, a goddess-like girl appears, seemingly a younger version of my wife but dressed somewhat atypically. (The Loomis Street house is where I was staying when she first wrote to me in 1991.) I am fascinated with the realism and reach out for a full embrace. She seemed to have walked from around a corner, although technically there was no corner and it was more like walking from behind an invisible prism of human height. I am amazed by the clarity and the beauty of the imagery. However, I am also aware of environmental noises at times (in the real environment as I am sleeping).

I decide to leave the dream state to make sure my real body is in a comfortable position. However, when I “wake”, I do not notice right off that I have had a false awakening into another dream (though I am not lucid now) and in much the same environment. Eventually, I do come to realize that I went into a less vivid dream rather than really waking up, which seriously annoys me, so then I do wake up.

Previously, my earlier dream was a typical “search” type where I just look for old documents and such. I had wanted my mother’s old letters to my sister to do more research on my life that I had not documented myself, as she wrote quite often to Marilyn from mid-1967 to mid-1978. However, after my sister died in real life it was the typical fiasco where one person (not even a relative, but a supposed “friend” of hers) decides to throw everything out with no consideration for anyone else in the family or even attempting to communicate with anyone. In my dream, though, I actually see a younger version of my sister walking to one of her dressers and she seems slightly confused by how everything has been put into bundles, with almost everything in her house in stacks (including clothes, books, personal documents, and so on). I do manage to find some letters, which I believe are the ones I want. There is also a scene where a box has been put aside with certain things wrapped for my oldest daughter. There are many manila envelopes in the front room that seem sealed, some apparently related to comic books I had made for her (far more than in reality).

In another dream, I am seeing most of humanity as a different “species” than myself, which is no surprise. People, that is human beings, start out as some sort of chimpanzee-like being and as they grow older, they turn into a creature that resembles a baby elephant. This is possibly a play on how “apocalyptic” elephants came from representing my childhood fear (pachydermophobia developed out of real-life events) to representing people falsely promoting soon-upcoming worst-case scenarios (doomsday or judgement “trumpeting”).

Morning of October 11, 2014. Saturday.



This is a soothing dream at first. I am in an unknown location, seemingly inside the large room of a mansion. Sparkling dust motes “swim” in the air.

There is a rather odd setup. A very large and complex dollhouse, I believe of three storeys, is in one corner of the room, almost as if it is a part of the design of the house (and big enough for a person to go into). It has a sort of combined Grecian and Victorian appearance. Sunlight is coming in through large windows. On the roof of the dollhouse, in front, is a large complex clock. There are white monotone angel statues built into the clock. Their subtle wing movements somehow relate to the clock.

An unknown darker-haired younger girl appears. She says “elaborate”. In fact, that is all she does say, several times. No attempt at any form of communication results in anything but “elaborate”. She pronounces it as an adjective (not the verbal pronunciation). I think perhaps she is saying it to describe the environment. I am fairly sure she may live here somewhere. No actual communication ensues. It is rather amusing, probably more amusing than frustrating.

“What is your name?”

No response.

Long pause.

“Elaborate." (Over time, she says "elaborate” at least six times.)

The feathers on the wings of the angels on the clock seem to flutter at times, but that may be an optical illusion caused by subtle motion of the rays of sun. I think the wings themselves move up and down (over time) with the minute hand.

Morning of October 7, 2014. Tuesday.



I am living with my family in an unfamiliar setting. It does not seem to be a composite of (or have features of) any known locations. Assuming the main wall which I am near at the beginning of the dream is oriented south (which feels right related to where I live now), there is a hall that goes to the south in the southeast corner of the room and a large bed comes out from the middle south-side wall. It may have a frame rather than just being on a box-spring mattress but this is not clear - it is fairly low to the floor. Just east of the bed (south wall) is at least one large brown wooden wardrobe, similar to one we actually have. I am not clear on any other layout other than the room I am in though it seems there may be a large kitchen to the west via a doorway in the northwest corner of this room.

My youngest son is present when I look up and see a small person on top of the wardrobe sitting on his knees and looking down at us warily. It is a male but I am not sure of the age, possibly a young boy, but he seems like a weary old man in some ways. He is only about a foot and a half tall at the most. He is wearing a drab and baggy mossy green jumpsuit with a hood that covers most of his head except for a small region of his face. I say to my son, “Oh look, it’s a leprechaun”. I ask him if he is hungry and he nods tentatively. I reason that a rat or two may have stolen his last meal, which was probably only a bread crumb.

I reach up and take him down with a hand on each hip, trying not to hurt him. I stand him on the floor near my son and continue to say “Look…it’s a leprechaun”. My son seems interested in seeing this “magical creature” in our house. After a time, I realize that it is probably not a leprechaun but just a homeless man that had found his way into the house and had been hiding in the walls for a time. This seems a fairly common occurrence. I tell him that I am sorry for calling him a leprechaun but that my son likes leprechauns (false in-dream memory). He does not seem to mind and then seems more like a boy with a disease that is linked to why he is so small. He seems a bit unsteady so I place him in the bed because he says he has a medipack of food he needs for nourishment. He needs to place it directly into his stomach which is fitted through a tube on his side.

After several minutes pass, I look around and see a young plain-looking girl with shoulder-length straight blonde hair. She is looking around the corner of the edge of the hall. She does not seem familiar in any way but I seem to understand that she is the boy’s sister. I say, “oh, hello” and she leaves after smiling a short time.

Soon after this, an older male walks partly into the room and I realize that we are being visited by possibly a friend of a member of my wife’s family in Brisbane. He does not look familiar in any way, either. I tell him that his son is having a meal and resting. I also tell him about a couple recent encounters with similar miniature people (except that one was only about six inches high) that were homeless (false memories, of course). He talks about how unfortunate it is that some people with this disease do not have homes or proper care and walks back to apparently the living room of this unknown house.

I go to take the boy from the bed (he seems very listless and possibly ill at this point) because a mess is being made from the food pack because of a leak. I ask him if he can stand after standing him up on the floor because he seems a bit wobbly and I am not sure if he can walk very far. The food is like some sort of green mush, like mashed peas or porridge but quite runny. A lot of green goo is running over the bed and dripping down the side onto the floor. This is quite annoying and messy but I do not want to show any anger. Instead, I mention to myself that I will have to get a towel and clean it up. I am kind of glad that the people are only visiting and will not be here very often.

My youngest son (who I was showing the rather ominous in afterthought “leprechaun” to in this dream) went to the hospital a day after this dream (has not been in several years) with some sort of totally unexpected unknown stomach virus. He seems to be doing better. Thus the typical layer of precognition (which I even sensed in-dream this time but did not want to).

Also, something I had left out from the original entry involved a play on “leprechaun” being like “leper-con” (relative to the disease.

Morning of October 6, 2014. Monday.



In my dream, I am lying in a (unfamiliar) bed, seemingly after an implied in-dream “sleep”. I am not sure of the time, but I think it is at night, though it is seemingly morning at the end of my dream (a typical lack of dream continuity or coherence). To my left is a male (once a drug addict but also a former coworker) named Don K, who I have not seen at all in about thirty years (and last I heard he was committed for an attempt on his parents’ lives among other things related to drug abuse). The room I am in is actually the pinhead’s, Leonard S, at the south end of the King Street boarding house. The bed is out from the east wall (Tenth Street side) but closer to the north wall, a place a bed had never been in reality (at least during the time I lived in the building). Donald seems to be sleeping but having some sort of spontaneous arm and leg movement.

After a time, an arm and hand comes through the window from outside (being a repeat of a scene from a different recent dream) - supposedly from a person standing on the Tenth Street sidewalk. This is not possible (in reality), as the room is on the second floor as well as the window having a screen, but that rationalization does not even begin to form in-dream (being typically impossible “nonsense” with the mind’s logistic and analytical abilities seemingly not functioning at all). I am not sure whose hand it is, but my brother Dennis shows up soon, so there may be a chance it was him but I do not ask him about it. He had rode his bicycle to the house (from the south I think, possibly from the smaller grocery store). The area of the room to the north is more open than in reality, more like a lobby of sorts, with only a partial wall dividing the space that would be a hallway in reality. The whole area is quite bigger than in real-life and looks more like the living room downstairs.

My brother sits down in a chair on the north side of the bed. I am not clear on what he is talking about. Don continues to flop his arms and legs around, becoming a more annoying presence. There is something about a “virtual girl” in a magazine and she has aspects of a young version of my wife (though I have no in-dream memory of the last thirty years of my life at this point). Her imagery is set out in a sequence of (upright) playing-card-sized panels in the magazine (vaguely reminiscent now when awake of an older dream with actual playing cards) but I am not even sure if Dennis is aware of the magazine or if it is some sort of dream within the dream trying to formulate and “take over” my original dream.

Dennis leaves, I believe by my becoming annoyed with him for some reason and telling him to go, but he tiptoes out as quietly as possible so that the landlady will not know he is there. However, as he is tiptoeing and walking stealthily, he still somehow makes a lot of clomping noises that sound quite loud and echo throughout the entire building as if amplified through loudspeakers or intercoms.

After he is gone, the landlady comes in and I get that usual recurring in-dream awareness that I had been living there for nearly a year without having paid any rent (and in this case, it is not even a room I had ever rented in reality). She tells me to get out. She swings at me with a rolled-up newspaper but misses. I am not sure if anyone else is living in the house and not sure of Don’s status (he was evicted in reality but I never was). She says that she has a dairy farm now and poses as if to attempt to strike me with the newspaper again. I ask her if I can help there (to pay back what I supposedly owe her) and she says “no”, seeming near-despondent about her frustration with me. I am very annoyed after waking and cannot believe I did not catch that I was dreaming all that time.

Morning of October 5, 2014. Sunday.



I am with my family, as we are now, in an unfamiliar home in an ideal location (or so it seems at first), at least relative to the scenery and clean air. It is not too close to the city and not too far from it. It seems our house is one of the last ones at the end of the street (assuming south), with no houses across the street from us, that area being a sparse but green forest. The house is about twice as large as our present real-life home. At first, the setting seems as favorable as possible. At one point, though, I notice a female actually “in” a window two houses away to the north (though the very next house to the north is empty). She seems to be watching our house, mostly our activities in our front yard. I am cleaning up a bit of the weeds and the children are kicking a ball around. The staring neighbor does not seem problematic or bothersome and is fairly far away as it is.

I head into the backyard from the southern end of the front yard as I notice at least two dogs barking. The next-door fence to the south is not that high (less than four feet) and is little more than a quite sparsely structured chain-link type. In fact, one of the larger barking dogs easily leaps over the fence, followed by a smaller one. I immediately have concerns about my wife and children, but they soon go into the house. The larger dog, which I think is an Irish Setter, is able to swallow one of our black-and-white cats in one gulp. However, after a short sadness of the loss (and additional concern about what they might do to our children on a later date), the cat comes out again and seems okay after lying on the ground not moving for a short time. The other cat is not swallowed in this manner but is still fighting back. I have no fear of the dogs regarding my own safety (unlike in my early childhood dreams).

I get a large bar (barbell) and start whacking the heads and spines of the dogs, though I am not sure I can get them back over the fence. This does not seem right at all, to live next to someone with large noisy dogs, especially ones that can intrude into our yard.

Eventually, a drunk male comes out into his yard. I am ready to start whacking him as well. In fact, I do so several times, though he is not killed by either the side-strikes or the forward thrusts of the long barbell. He gets up each time, but it is hard to tell whether the alcohol or the bashing on the head has interfered with his coordination, speech, and actions. Eventually I tell him that he will have to move out. Oddly, it seems I am certain of having a say in getting rid of him soon. I tell him that no one should have the right to have a larger problematic dog next-door to someone else, especially with a see-through or shorter fence.

Though I am not lucid, I am still somehow purposely able to “reset” the dream semi-consciously somewhat. I am able to cause a large wooden fence to rise from the ground until it is about ten feet high. Not only that, the fence is somehow completely soundproof as well as having some sort of internal (and “hidden”) advanced technology in controlling sound. I am aware (while in my “orb” form - or disembodied in-dream) of an amusing scene where the man is somewhat surprised at seeing the new fence. He tries to talk through it, saying “Hello?” and his own voice is reflected back (slightly louder) from behind him somehow. This is how it works. He does this several times, with his voice echoing back louder each time, seemingly from the outer walls of his house. He seems completely puzzled and remains in a stupor.

Eventually, I decide to “take” the entire neighborhood without recompense to anyone else. My family will live here for a long time.

Morning of October 3, 2014. Friday.



I am living in a very large castle that, in some ways, is somewhat like the inside of a modern shopping mall in layout, though also has features of a boarding house (though more expansive). I am not sure of my place in this gated society. I walk around the environment without incident for a time. Assuming the orientation is relative to my present home’s (though there is no technical reason why it should be) it is longer from west to east and with a wide hall (west assumed to be the front though I am not outside of that area).

There seems to be the memory of a girl in my care. She is eleven years old and with dark hair and green eyes and is seemingly a young version of my wife (even though I seem more of a step father here). I become aware of this when she is ready to leave in a car (on the east end) to go to a party with several other people. This seems to be some sort of party representing finality of something (such as the last day of a school year). She is wearing an elaborate light blue gown. There are at least two well-known celebrities in the car who I think are female pop stars though there are males as well. I have concern for her safety and tell her to get out of the car and to come back into the castle. This concern is based on awareness of mainstream pop culture (and my total dislike of it) and “knowing” that drugs or alcohol may be freely available at the other location (though later, the location actually seems to be another part of the same castle - unless they visited elsewhere before coming to a different area of the castle to party).

At first she seems slightly confused and a bit annoyed, but becomes more “stable” as well as passive in my decision. From here, I go around “telling people off” about their attempt to destroy the child’s soul and natural (or instinctive) self-governance regarding right and wrong (also relative to possibly latent divine abilities such as healing and precognition). Although I take full control at this point, I am not lucid in any way.

One of the people I “tell off” about the event seems to be her birth mother (though I do not recognize her - though I do say her name which I have forgotten, though I think it may be Gretchen), who is being kept in a holding cell (unsure of the crime she is there for) that is not that secure and with at least three other females around her age lounging about on the floor. It is very similar to a low-fenced rectangular area where people pay a small fee to feed smaller animals during some expos and it is out from the middle of one wall in a much larger room. A bit of hay is on the floor for bedding. She seems angry that I have done this but I am not impressed at all by her supposed reasoning which seems shared by many - “fun at all costs” and subjecting oneself to endless passive entertainment like a slow death. I ask her if she is okay and she makes a remark about two male drunks having disturbed her sleep the previous evening by yelling randomly around 3 am when walking down the street (from the southeast). It does not concern me as they were not a threat to the security of the castle (or gated city) at any point.

Over time, I begin to single out and eliminate the people associated with pop culture or erroneous beliefs (not through any type of violence but by spurring the castle’s seemingly ruling “public” into proper action and the removal of the offenders). A few people deny the charges and hide in their quarters for the duration but I know they will be gone soon, which means all undesirable music of particular defeatist phrasing types will no longer be extant in the entire region.

In a northeast section of the castle I use some sort of advanced testing equipment in the location where the party had taken place. It is some sort of powder with fluid-like properties (depending on what it falls on) made up of nanomachines. When most of the target is covered it creates a virtual monitor on all the surfaces with a report of the findings (down to the molecular structure). I try it on the stove they were to use at the party and all the sides then have many flashing instances of the word “warning” in red, white, and black; equidistant columns and rows by about three inches or so over the appliance. There is also a sort of buzzing alarm-like sound from somewhere (apparently a temporary virtual speaker formed by the nanomachines). The warning relates to both an illicit drug having been in contact with the oven as well as a poisonous chemical (associated with oven cleaner). This is only some of the evidence I will be gathering to oust all those I do not favor. I will be able to go over the whole castle and “recreate” it accordingly. “Invisible” (microscopic) nanomachines that clean or refurbish features of the in-dream environment (only the man-made ones) have been occurring more and more in my dreams since the beginning of the year. However, they serve a very similar function of where in-dream “magic” or mental focus have been used in the past.

Near the ending, the girl thanks me for my interest in her survival and development and speaks and acts with sincere and devoting mien and is now solely a faithful obsequious ally, it seems.

I am also considering if this is a “healing power” to “healing powder” transference (concerning ambiguity of my dream self’s faux memory) in recent dream trends due to liminal accidental “dream universe rewiring” in long-term meditation (due to the audio similarity of “power” and “powder” - as the nanomachines maintain a powder form with additional fluid or mist properties for the most part).

Aspects of this very loosely seem influenced by episode #01.03 and #01.04 of “Survivors” (2010), seen the night before. However, this general theme has been recurring since earliest memory in various ways.

Optimized 1 minute 45 second read.

Thursday morning, 2 October 2014.

A Big Fly Crawls From a Small Pipe and Bites Me

Dream # 17,454-02.

I am in the bathroom of my current real-life home. I recall I need to replace a tap spindle because the shower’s hot water does not turn off completely. (In reality, the spindle threads had worn; the handle turned without tightening.)

I focus on an area near the ceiling where a small pipe capped with a bolt juts diagonally downward. (The feature does not exist in reality.)

Something undetermined inside the pipe, seemingly alive, is slowly pushing out the bolt. It turns out to be an unnaturally big green bottle fly doing this. It emerges after it pushes the bolt out. (There is no backstory implying how it got inside the pipe.)

The fly painfully bites the middle of my right forearm, which I assume may be fatal. Without emotion (because of dream state intuition), I sit at the foot of our bed to wait for Zsuzsanna.

An unfamiliar man of about 40 (this dream’s protoconsciousness) sits in our lounge room. I do not perceive him as an intruder. I think he might be here to help me with either the plumbing or my presumed medical emergency (even though such an immediate response would be impossible in reality), but he does not react.

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Upon waking, I realized my dream’s pain was an exaggeration of “pins and needles” caused by uncomfortably sleeping on my right arm. (I often sleep on my left side, unlike here.)

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A life form emerging from somewhere, especially an enclosed area, correlates with my anticipation of exiting the dream state. It is as simple as that.

The fly (somatosensory anticipation from neuronal energies increasing) emerges from the pipe (REM atonia decreasing through spinal neurons).

There is an additional association with achieving arm and hand mobility and strength because I swat at annoying flies in real life. My dream’s beginning exemplifies REM atonia by focusing on a tap handle unresponsive to a hand tightening it.

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If you still do not understand dream content causality, review the following:

I am uncomfortably sleeping on my right arm. REM atonia (natural immobility while sleeping) is also a factor here.

The dream state responds to this by presenting a situation where using my right arm (to tighten a tap) is infeasible.

Spinal (to the upper end of the “pipe”) motor neurons (“buzzing fly”) increase my awareness of my wrongful sleeping position until pain (“fatal” fly bite) becomes the predominant focus.

Sitting at the foot of our bed in the last scene demonstrates metacognition as a precursor to wakefulness.

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,453-05. Reading time: 2 min 38 sec.



I am in a big room on at least the fourth floor of a school building. There are at least four rows of small singular school desks, but there is otherwise no indication of a more defined classroom setting. The door to the room is in the front and to my left, and I am probably near the back of the classroom. My wife Zsuzsanna is there as well as a few unknown people, and we are adults with our current waking life appearance. It may be in Australia though looks like my fifth-grade homeroom classroom (though that was on the second floor and outside was to my left). The outer appearance of the building resembles a hospital in La Crosse. The room I am in is possibly the second room back from where there is a corner (that is oriented inward) that goes off to my right so that I can look out the window and see the other perpendicular outer wall and windows, which is closer to the street. The entrance is seemingly on my side of the inward corner of the L-shaped (or possibly T-shaped) building, and the area outside to my right is a parking lot.

After a short time, a scheduled flight occurs. It involves advertising Wonder Bread. I hear a small airplane engine and look to my right. The airplane, which is like a crop-duster type, flies too close to the building and its left wing is somehow hitting the eaves, making a tinny knocking sound while it seems to be “stuck,” though still slowly moving forward. The pilot flew too close in his daily routine around the building’s perimeter. Eventually, a sense of awe occurs with the realization that the pilot will not be able to make the ninety-degree turn when reaching the corner. However, instead of crashing into the other outer wall of the building, the airplane pauses in midair (though its flight was impossibly slow, somewhat like a helicopter hovering but moving ahead a short distance at a time) and it falls straight down in near the building’s assumed entrance.

Some people come in, and I talk about what had happened, describing the event in detail at least three times to different people. I ask if it was a Cessna and a young man tells me no, it was a “Mercola” something. The pilot had lived, and he is reported to have no injuries.

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For new readers or inexperienced dreamers: A school setting is typically autosymbolism triggered by the conscious self identity being incomplete while in the dream state. Attention to my right correlates with the subliminal awareness of sleeping on my left side. This dream has an unusual reference to doorway waking symbolism, relevant to the knocking sound, a door signifying a dream’s possible exit point. Roofs, ceilings, or eaves are indicators for being closer to consciousness. There is the result of vestibular system ambiguity, with associations with falling, flying, or rising. An airplane is often an imaginary extension of the physical body during the natural vestibular system ambiguity of REM sleep. In childhood, I called this kind of dream “failed flight waking symbolism.“ Use of the word “failed” does not imply a negative connotation as it is solely a biological dynamic of waking from REM sleep. The victim in this dream is the vestibular system simulacrum. The intersection layout (in this case as a building with a perpendicular outer wall) is autosymbolism that relays the choices (via RAS mediation) of remaining in the dream state, returning to dreamless sleep, or waking. The airplane falls rather than crashes due to my dream self’s subliminal awareness of the nature of vestibular system ambiguity. The Wonder Bread advertising stems from linking the word "bread” with “loaf” and the “wonder” of the dream state. “Loaf” is a play on being in bed. (“Mercola” may be a warning against cola, perhaps being a composite of “mercury” and “cola.”)

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.



My location is unknown (although it may be the southwest Cubitis bedroom). It seems to be late morning. My mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is sorting various items that normally would not be mixed together, including miscellaneous photographs, cutouts from magazines and newspapers (both mine and hers), documents featuring my affirmations, pages from my childhood dream journals (large loose leaf binder type), and letters. I have a dream within a dream and a false awakening back into my original dream. It involves getting an idea and attempting to make it work in my original dream.

I have a small bag of marbles that I think I can get to fly simply by putting a toy-helicopter-rotary-like piece (possibly made from wire or from a cheap toy helicopter) into the top when closed and then twisting it around and letting it go (similar to putting a rubber-band around two pencils or chopsticks and winding one around a few times so that they can spin or “dance”). The rotary is only about the size of the palm of my hand. I try it several times and it actually lifts and hovers for a very short time each time but eventually does not work and mostly seems a result of just flipping about from the surface of the bed and onto the floor. I then get the idea that it would work if the small bag was lighter, so I take out the marbles and fill it with fluff (pillow stuffing, I think). It goes a bit farther but still does not actually fly or result in the rotary “unwinding” (to cause it to “fly”) for more than a second or two.

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Sorting likely relates to mixed thought processes in the dream state. Marbles may come from the concept of “losing marbles” thereby relating to marbles as concrete thoughts (or logic). The helicopter association, especially the rotary, relates to conscious awareness itself and the nature of “return flight” (as the waking prompt), so my dream may simply be a metaphor for an attempt to gain lucidity in the dream state. I remove the marbles and replace them with pillow stuffing. This seems linked to replacing certain “concrete” conscious thoughts with potential dream features, probably to attempt re-induction (deeper into the dream state).

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Subliminal re-induction does seem to be the key factor here. My dream self is “experimenting with flight” in a typical non-lucid state and even utilizing an unrealized dream sign as such (the pillow stuffing and even the small bag, which is akin to a miniature pillowcase).

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,453-04. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



I am in Cubitis (not my home since 1978), but also aware of Zsuzsanna and our children living here, as well as my father (though I do not see him, and my dream self has no recall he died in 1979). It is a cloudy day.

Adjacent to the driveway (reaching east to west) on each side, from the carport to the highway, are grapevines along the ground (though they resemble a pumpkin plant with smaller leaves). Some sections are overgrown into the middle of the driveway. I pull the middle section, like pulling a rope, the vine about the diameter of a finger, and rearrange it so it goes into the north area of the front yard, almost into the neighbor’s orange grove. There seems to be an oak tree in one area instead of an orange tree and it looks like another part of a vine has grown onto and around the tree as well but I mostly focus on the driveway. I vividly consider how fortunate we will be when we are able to live off the grapes. I realize I am holding a large bunch of ripe grapes (and eat a few, the flavor very nice), but more may not be available for a few weeks.

Three areas have been overtaken by ants. One area is near the northwest corner of the carport. I watch with concern about the ants eating the grapes as they grow and ripen. I think using water will not stop the ants as their nest may be too deep. The water may not reach all the tunnels.

I consider blocking the openings to the anthills. I use a mix of glue and pieces of broken bricks and debris and it seems it may eventually work. Some ants get onto my hands.

Meanwhile, a huge pale grasshopper (as long as my forearm) is slowly emerging from the ground near the carport’s northwest corner.

I talk to Zsuzsanna about stopping the ants and about the big grasshopper, in a less-vivid offset dream.

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It is crucial to understand the causal factors of dreams (for clarity of mind and gaining the potential for dream state modulation) without the hearsay of habitually pretending waking-life symbolism and propagating misconceptions.

The vines represent my instinctual awareness of the lack of mind-body correlation while sleeping, particularly with the arms, as my last dream of this sleep cycle notes this dream. The causal factor of both was that my arm was in an uncomfortable position, with pins and needles (from lack of blood flow).

The ants represent pins and needles in my hand while sleeping.

The grasshopper emerging from the ground correlates with coming up out of sleep with anticipatory sleep myoclonus (as a grasshopper “kicks” and jumps).

The vines are near and over the driveway because it was a path I often walked in waking life to go to the end of it to wait for the school bus, signifying again that walking or mobility is not possible while sleeping.

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Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,453-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



In my final dream of this morning, I am in bed in the same location, orientation, and time as it is in reality in the early morning. Zsuzsanna wants a glass of water, and one appears in my hand without me getting out of bed (implying telekinesis). She says it tastes bitter.

I think the bitterness may be from when I was trying to block the ants from coming out of the ground in another dreaming experience this sleep cycle (as if this dream implies another dream was real, but with no recall of more dreaming experiences). I think the pheromones from the ants may have gotten into the water from my hands. However, that is not consistent, as my other dream took place in Cubitis in America, and this one takes place in our present home in Australia (though that discrepancy does not affect my dream self’s recall).

At this point, a snake seems to be in our bed on my right at first. It resembles a coral snake and seems to come from just under my shoulder. Soon, it is gone as if it was not there in the first place. I think I was probably incorrectly perceiving my arm to be a snake as discernibility is lost even though my dream was vivid otherwise.

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I typically summon water (virtual melatonin) to sustain and vivify a dream, but in this case, its bitterness is because of my need to wake due to my arm being in an uncomfortable position.

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Morning of September 30, 2014. Tuesday.



This was a very long and epic dream, but with only a few clearer coherent parts left over.

I am traveling through time somehow for whatever reason. I am with my wife Zsuzsanna and several unknown friendly people, seemingly from different time periods, both from the past and the supposed future. It almost seems like some sort of “wagon train through time”, but also like a tourist excursion in some ways. In a way, this is literal for the time being as we actually are part of a large wagon train moving through the west, possibly in the 1860s.

There are about four or five wagons and several people walking or riding horses. At one point, a group of soldiers approaches us. They want some of our food to feed their own people. (This scene seems partly borrowed from “The Desperate Mission”, a 1969 television movie with Ricardo Montalbán - but it has not been that recently that I had seen it.)

We are somewhat hesitant to share our food but decide to do so to avoid trouble with the soldiers. The mood remains cheerful for the most part. At one point, I become aware of a large storage area which first looks like an outdoor “cellar” of some sort. I go down into it on my own and look around. There is one opening near one wall of this featureless underground room. I think that this might be a good place to stay for awhile as well as store our food and belongings for a time.

From this point, my dream takes on a very strange and intense vividness and perspective. Under the underground room I am in (which is mostly concrete or stone) is a huge structure supposedly built in the more distant past, possibly the late 1700s, and is apparently some sort of gigantic underground utility building (though I am uncertain if it was ever above ground) - perhaps once used for storing wheat or general supplies for a (unknown) community. It is like a huge three-dimensional mandala (facing upwards) of a fairly simple design. It is made out of thousands of thin boards and dowels as well as other lumber and seems mostly intact and creates the impression of a greatly enlarged wicker-like structure (almost like a greatly enlarged surreal Easter basket). I am able to look between parts of it, through a few different sections, and get the impression of an almost bottomless depth under it, into the darkness. The sight continues to fill me with awe and I wonder how people could have built this structure, especially underground and with apparently no stronger support (or places to stand on or be secured to while building) - even more-so, the fact there does not seem to be a foundation or “bottom” to it to hold up the rest over what otherwise seems a “bottomless pit” to possibly the core of the planet.

Eventually, it seems to be related to a portal into another time period and we are eventually in the 1950s. My two youngest sons are there and playing a cheap handheld game, apparently from the 2030s that I think is able to project a holographic gaming environment around the player, rendered at various levels of opacity and translucence. People from the 1950s, mostly younger people, do not seem to take notice to the anachronistic presence of other things from elsewhere including the wagon train outside the school-like building we are in. I am aware of a red Cadillac outside, which may be our new form of time travel somehow, with all the members of our “team” having one. (This is possibly an association with “Cadillacs and Dinosaurs”.)

My dream eventually decays into completely bizarre imagery. It relates to having watched the second movie in a series of three with the third supposedly being the strangest and the least-liked by the public. I seem to be watching part of it on the wall of the Cubitis living room to the right of the entry point into the hallway.

It is the image of an (unknown) male’s face (which actually appears in a row with at least five or six others above another row which shows the upper halves of bodies) except that his mouth is from an emoticon or more like a composite of a real mouth and that of an emoticon. It rotates clockwise (as if through a software process) from being a smile but stops before making a complete frown so that the mouth is then sideways. It is almost like a malfunctioning “slot machine” but of radial symmetry relative to the “mouth section”. During this time I contemplate why I am watching such an absurd movie with my youngest sons and probably will not watch the third in the series. This may loosely relate to having seen people use the wrong emoticon for the message they want to relate. For example, I have seen people use random emoticons without knowing the meaning, particularly the eye-rolling one. I have also seen strange characters that do not show correctly in my browser, which appear like pieces of slot-machine displays.

Morning of September 29, 2014. Monday.



Much of the first part of my dream was bizarrely distorted with only the ending sections being more coherent and memorably detailed. I am sitting on a bench along the wall of a bank, in the corner of the very large room. Perpendicular to my seat is a counter where two young unknown female tellers are working to my right. Apparently, I am there to help in the progress of an upcoming bank robbery. I am contemplating this and have decided that instead, I will help stop the planned robbery.

Eventually, two bizarre older twin male characters come in and I know that they are the ones to begin the robbery. They are only about four feet tall and move in a very odd manner, their bodies being almost like penguins. One of them jumps several feet into the air for some unknown reason. I alert the tellers to the planned robbery and feel that I have changed from being a villain into being a hero, as if it were some sort of important back story to my dream. It feels very precise and realistic even though it does not at all relate to my real life in any way.

After this, I walk out into an area adjacent to the bank’s parking lot, which seems like some sort of composite of an outdoor library and magazine vendor (recurring - possibly an in-dream continuous “rebellion” or in-dream “law” of being told “this ain’t no library, kid” when looking at a magazine from the shelf of a vendor in real life in childhood). The vividness of my dream peaks the most at this point, as well as with more realistic detail and bright colors. There are a lot of interesting magazines and books on display. There is a harmonious awareness and I feel a sense of peace. I notice one magazine spread that is about eye-level on the shelf. It is a two-page photograph (seemingly taken outside or on a veranda) of a male (from about the shoulders up) with long dark hair and a partly indiscernible, yet somewhat stoic expression. He looks much like me (but I do not recognize the image as such in-dream) but perhaps ten or more years older. I perceive it as possibly a composite of Carl Sagan and Isaac Asimov (except the male is not wearing glasses) or one of the two (though the male in the photograph looks Native American for the most part), yet there is also a vague idea that he is a rock star. I look to my right on a shelf perpendicular to the one I am studying and see another copy of the magazine that is displaying the spread (with other copies in the same general area). It is a National Geographic magazine that is closer to A4-sized rather than its smaller digest size. I recognize the design and yellowish colors and vignettes and soon see the wording.

Instead of looking into the magazines more, I find my dream losing a bit of vividness. I notice other people behind me and to my right who are sitting at picnic tables reading other books from the outdoor “library”. I turn right and “walk out of my dream” with seemingly semiconscious intent.

Morning of September 28, 2014. Sunday.



This was an extended version of a long-recurring dream scene of looking in a mirror and deliberately trying to change my appearance in various ways even though I am only semi-lucid.

This is a rather unusual state of semi-lucidity which often involves an intense “forced frustration” and somewhat of a need to instigate distortion or alter imagery without being more aware of the virtually infinite possibilities of the dream state when fully lucid. (By experience, I have learned that there are at least three very distinct types of in-dream lucidity, probably more when breaking down the more diverse nuances.)

I look in a dresser mirror in a somewhat dark room (just with enough light to see most details of my face but in shadow) and attempt to force different perspectives and to distort how I appear in the dream (which is otherwise amazingly realistic and mostly consistent throughout). Based on my reflection in the mirror, I appear to move close to and fairly far away from the mirror even though my physical body remains in the same place in-dream (about the center of the room). This changing “zoom in and zoom out” perspective (which has also occurred in different dream types) and different range of views does not at all seem unlikely in-dream (it is probably number four on my list of recurring dream aspects that seem familiar and likely in reality, but cannot be). I also try to force a mock fear, due to the sort of tingly energy it creates (have done this in semi-lucid dreams since early childhood), but am unable to strengthen it, and no other beings are there except for me even though I change my appearance somewhat as a sort of pretense, but nothing dramatic ensues. Sometimes I had done it by lowering my eyebrows and squinting yet focusing on the immediate foreground (near my nose) so that my view is pair-of-eyes-shaped, with the idea the eyes-shape is from another being just in front of me (this being something I learned in a dream in 1972, age eleven, when I deliberately tried to create more energized nightmarish states but was usually unable to - however, this also resulted in the zooming in and out perspective which I did not realize was otherwise not possible in actuality, therefore not recognizing the dream state).

Prior to this, there was also the typical cleaning dream, where I “polished”, refurbished, and “mentally repainted” aspects of the room. In this one, I also find various items under a rug including dust and old food scraps. I clean the room as thoroughly as possible.

Morning of September 26, 2014. Friday.



I am planning (in my dream state) on doing a “comic book page” of the most vivid version of my “The Pink Planet” dream due to its seemingly paranormal nature (relative to a number of things that are simply too complex to get into in writing). The concept of the “twin Earth” is not unique to this particular “dream universe” event, as it had come both long before and long after November 6, 1971. In one case, it was a “shadow planet” remaining on the opposite side of the sun. Taking a photograph of someone with green eyes (my wife has green eyes) and implementing the photographic negative, will cause the “pink planet” effect as well.

I have completed the page in real life, after this dream, and decided to put it in my tumblr journal assuming it will be large enough to display the writing. In my dream, are new facets of energy relating to a “remake”. The remake is based on some sort of overwhelming emotional nostalgia combining the present and the past. In “The Bermuda Depths” (which ties in with personal events and other connections), the ending shows the turtle that was small during the time that the male and female characters are together as children, except now it is a giant yet still has the initials on its back. In this dream, I see that my wife, as a child, is blowing soap bubbles into the sky, one lasting longer than would be typical - the surface of the bubble reflecting Australia as it travels skyward. It grows larger and larger and “returns” as the “pink planet”, still with the residual reflection of Australia to “inform” me that she is on “the other side”.

This layer was not extensively referenced in 1971 or earlier. I have done a lot of research on causal patterns relating to my main “pink planet” dream. Doing this sort of thing is almost like a sort of meticulous “surgery” to try to piece together how my mind is able to combine so many layers into one to manifest this type of dream. Much of this I have documented before many times. One reason is that certain dreams have earlier “prototypes”, become the main experiential dream in terms of residual focus to recur or “reset” (often in “mid-dream”), and are often followed by a lesser “sequel” or with partial parallels (especially when growing up), sometimes broken up into less noticed nuances a year or more later. It would not surprise me at all to learn if some people had the same “key” dreams, thousands of times, throughout all their lives, without remembering a single instance of the more important layers. In fact, I have actually seen plenty of evidence of this online, but will not go into it here.

Firstly, this was during the time when “Pepto-Bismol pink” showed up in my dreams at least once a month or so - and in such cases, I even curiously reflected on this as the color in-dream, yet it still did not result in any trigger of lucidity. As before, I can argue whether or not my dream would have been the same had I not taken Pepto-Bismol. I also believe there was an influence from volume 16 of the Young People’s Science Encyclopedia which I had at the time. The cover shows pink clouds with a man hovering over a sphere and another one shown in the distance as shown in the image of the cover.



Comic strips the eve before personally showed the usual odd synchronicity. Nancy “blows her breath” into a balloon to (sarcastically) “save her breath”, which is shown as a sphere, an act similar to blowing soap bubbles as in my dream. The other is Snuffy Smith where the two primary female characters look at a crystal ball covered with snow - this of course influencing the idea of the top being the “North Pole” were it to be a subtle symbol for Earth.

Finally, as the most obvious cause in 1971 (at least on this date) was that I had seen “When Worlds Collide” (from 1951) 11:30 at night (on “Shock Theatre” on channel 13). I then watched about seven minutes of “I Walked with a Zombie” (from 1943), the second feature, but was too tired to stay awake and had already seen it a couple times by then. My 1971 dream likely started from around four in the morning at the latest, three-thirty at the earliest.

Were it not for pop culture continuously shuffling me along and giving me “clues”, I may likely have still found my soulmate. The amusing “go to Japan” in-dream aspect as mentioned before, again was accurate, as that is where the airplane landed prior to reaching Australia, something I do not think I could have even subliminally known as a child.