Blue_Opossum

Morning of April 23, 2015. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,657-02. Reading time: 2 min 15 sec.



My sleeping dreaming mind is separate from my unconscious mind (and over twenty years of memory) in an altered version of Loomis Street. Instead of Marilyn dying recently (though she did not die while living at Loomis Street), it is about 1978. My brother-in-law Bob’s appearance matches that time. I am in their house, sleeping on the floor in the south room, with my head west near the windows. The bathroom is more like the bathroom of our present home. When I am in the bathroom, I vaguely recall my identity.

I am building a new foundation of instinctual dreaming practice (to deliberately enhance my dreams). I have placed about one and a half inches of blue electrician’s tape on the door vertically, on the right side above the doorknob at eye level. I test it by going close to make sure the tape center is at eye level. It may produce more personal and vivid dreams. I adjust it by sliding it around on the door like a magnet, which would be impossible. I vaguely think about my brother-in-law questioning why I put it there, but he does not. He passes me in the small hallway. I want to make sure it remains in place. If it does not, there is the concern that my next dreams will be less expressive of my desires. There is also something to the left of the blue tape (near the middle and at the same height). I am unsure of what it is. It seems like metal, related to the tape strip’s function.

Later, I am again lying on the floor to rest. There are many miscellaneous objects near my blankets, near cardboard storage boxes. I start thinking about why I did not go to Marilyn’s funeral. It seems strange I did not go, like lost time. It seems related to how only a few people (mostly female relatives) went. Perhaps her husband did not go. It does not enter my imaginary dream self’s erroneous mind that I did not go because I live in Australia.

While settling on the floor to sleep, I notice big ants close to the wall, near my head. There are also at least two big ants near my feet. I trap those under a Lego brick. I crush a few others, and none of them get close enough to bite. I slowly wake in the position I had been in my dream. My waking-life memory and identity slowly return, and I feel relieved and happy about being with Zsuzsanna.

My dream’s dynamics stem from a lesser urge to wake and use the bathroom, but the ants finally increase my attention to contemplate where I am, getting me to think more about where I am sleeping, and my emerging consciousness activates. Ants coming out of an anthill is an analogy to emerging from the dream state.

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The rest stems from instinctual dreaming and dynamics to prevent associations with waking life. Because thinking skills are not viable in subliminal space, there is confusion. I mix several concepts into an amalgam. The amalgam includes a loose association with my use of a cassette TAPE to script dreams. That distorts into electrician’s tape. It is additionally confused with the stickiness of magnets. A door isolates the imaginary dream self from conscious identity but can be used to exit the dream or vivify and sustain it.

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