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    1. Ninja with a Crowbar

      by , 10-07-2019 at 07:13 AM
      Morning of October 6, 2019. Sunday.

      Dream #: 19,284-04. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.



      Induction: I am sitting in an armchair wearing headphones in an unknown residence. The room is not well-lit. I listen to various vocal sounds on a tape playing in a cassette deck to my left, some that are partial affirmations related to dreaming, though there is the usual gibberish. I do not maintain full dream state awareness (though my perception remains instinctual, as the processes are the same, lucid or not).

      I see many maidenhair ferns in small plant pots. It is a beautiful tranquil sight. I feel I am where I should be. I notice it now seems to be late morning.

      Wall mediation with a vestibular precursor: I see a shadow at the glass-paneled door. It seems to be an uninvited ninja who has a crowbar that soon emerges between the door and door frame. I suspect this may relate to the cassette I am listening to, so I pull the jack from the cassette deck and remove my headphones. As I do, the door makes a light shutting sound, and there is no ninja. (Pulling a jack from a stereo is the opposite of what I typically do in dreams to vivify and sustain cortical arousal. In addition to a typical preconscious personification, the ninja is a vestibular simulacrum, which transitions into flight autosymbolism in the next scene.)

      More wall mediation and vestibular processing: I turn about to see a winter forest setting beyond an open wall. I enjoy the beauty of the scene as the snowflakes strike my face. The time has changed again, and it now seems early evening. A jet flies overhead (unrealistically slow). I see its shadow rise on the trunk of a tree, and I lift my arms to mimic the shape. I am unsure if they are searching for the ninja or me. I decide to take to the sky and become one with the jet to gain control of the whole region. (I fly vertically straight up.)



      The tree with the rising shadow of the jet is a process whereby the tree is a representation of how my physical body does not move while I am sleeping. The flight association is the precursor to vestibular arousal. Rather than the drop, I fly up and out of my dream as I have many times since childhood. Vehicles of any kind (including aircraft) are typically a result of the imaginary physicality of the dream state, each having specific nuances and associations with different levels of muscularity and anticipation of the drop.


    2. Pulling a Rope (Buckboard Wagon)

      by , 10-05-2019 at 10:02 AM
      Morning of October 5, 2019. Saturday.

      Dream #: 19,283-02. Reading time: 1 min 15 sec.



      I am in an unknown ambiguous setting with the common factor of indoor-outdoor ambiguity. The area is not well-lit. While it is implied to be outside, I also sense it is inside a big building with a high ceiling. The floor/ground is smooth.

      I am pulling a rope from a horizontally-oriented reel on a buckboard wagon. I vividly feel the movements and sensations in my arms as I pull the rope. The wooden vehicle is at least six feet away (facing away), and the reel, its width nearly that of the wagon, is under the seat. The rope is coming from up and behind the reel.

      I am guiding the rope at about waist-level to an unfamiliar man who is standing about six feet beyond a cattle fence. He, in turn, is guiding the rope to an unseen man farther away (whom I sense may be sitting or lying down). I am unaware of a backstory that might explain why I am here. Eventually, the end of the rope prevents farther pulling as it is attached to the reel.



      The unseen man is my potential emerging consciousness. The man I am guiding the rope to is my preconscious (the personification of my reticular activating system and vestibular cortex) though here as a subliminally summoned vestibular witness (for correlation and potential coalescence). The buckboard wagon is autosymbolism for my physicality while in the dream state (as all single vehicles often are). The rope, attached to the reel/“real” ends because my dream self’s fictitious mental model cannot move my real physical body. In this case, the fence is autosymbolism for the virtual division between subliminal and liminal space, though typically the division between subliminal or liminal space and wakefulness. The reel is under the seat of the wagon as an association with being able to get up. (In this case, there is no drop or anticipation of one.)


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    3. Unlocking Soldiers (wall mediation in enigmatic space?)

      by , 10-02-2019 at 05:16 AM
      Morning of October 01, 2019. Tuesday.

      Dream #: 19,279-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



      Wall mediation (precursory): My imaginary dream self integrates into a typical wall mediation scenario (that occurs at least once each sleep cycle). Despite the vividness and my instinctual attention to the process, my identity is mostly absent at first. There are several unfamiliar people present with me (to my right, waking orientation when on my left side) in an undefined room, though I do not look at them. I am close to a wall of a yellowish cream color, near where it meets a corner. The paint is densely cracked but not flaking. It seems there may be a haunted essence (caused by being between dreaming and waking when on a specific ultradian curve).

      Wall mediation (waking the sleeper): I mentally open the wall perpendicular to the first and to my left. Inside it (with only enough space to contain standing people who are facing outward) are four soldiers from the eighteenth century in suspended animation (inactive reticular formation), standing side-by-side, about two feet apart. The two leftmost are Asian warriors. The other two are British soldiers. I consider each Asian warrior somehow serves one of the others, though they are seemingly in a deeper state of sleep. The two rightmost soldiers have locks attached to their left arm, though the keys are in plain sight, hanging a short distance from their lock on a small chain (as with the type used to turn on a lightbulb by pulling on it, rendering this autosymbolism as an obvious play on becoming conscious). The keys have wing insignias (with at least three bars of shorter length from top to bottom) oriented left, similar to the left half of an aviation badge (a static flight association implying a soft awakening from sleep). I unlock the soldier second from my right (as he correlates with my position in bed, with the rightmost soldier a distorted - but changing - awareness of Zsuzsanna) but I wake before unlocking the rightmost one.



      Despite my dreams always using the same simple autosymbolism (typically in the same order) representing co-occurrence with the transitions throughout the sleep cycle, there are often threads of incredible, enigmatic space. The first thing I saw after waking, I did not expect. It was the “Space Seed” episode of “Star Trek” (the twenty-second episode of season one) where warriors on an old spaceship (“Botany Bay”) came out of suspended animation with the help of Captain Kirk and his crew. (I must point out I hardly ever watch television at this time, and I knew nothing about the station’s schedule.)

      It is not unusual for the preconscious to personify as either authority or as the indicator of being asleep. What makes this correlation more defined is that the episode has sleeping warriors (including Asian) that serve another nationality (Khan), and a crew waking them from a sleeping chamber in a wall.



      “Time stops every time I stop and remember you. Oh Suzannah you dream for all who are displaced by foreign call. Oh Suzannah, oh sent to Botany Bay.”


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    4. Hybrid Siren, Fallen Antenna

      by , 09-25-2019 at 01:37 PM
      Morning of September 25, 2019. Wednesday.

      Dream #: 19,273-02. Reading time: 1 min 45 sec.



      Post-induction: I am watching television in our present home though it changes to include a fictitious variation of the front yard of the Barolin Street house in the final scene. Zsuzsanna is with me at times. There is also a precursory preconscious simulacrum (as an unknown woman of about fifty) though vestibular dynamics (as well as cortical) remain inactive.

      Distorted remnants: The Naiad factor returns at a residual but distorted level. Two characters on a television show seem modeled after Zsuzsanna and me. Snow and wavy lines appear with static as the broadcast signal is weak. A cartoonish mermaid swims left on the screen (direction of induction orientation).

      Liminal dynamic as unusual imaginary eyes occurs (emerging liminal awareness of being in REM sleep). A young version of Eline Powell (from “Siren,” though only about ten in this scene) appears on the screen with a fixed gaze. The girl is supposedly the fictitious daughter of our “other selves” on the television series, though it seems as if she was just suddenly born ghostly as she is here. The eyes appear gray and layered, with too much sharpness. Nothing is threatening at any point. I remain puzzled, but in the back of my mind, I cannot recall anything about this process (usually the case with REM autosymbolism, though only in the second half of the sleep cycle).

      Cortical arousal sluggish: I go out to the front yard to see that our illogically big (fictitious) television antenna had blown off our roof and is now on the ground (left side of Barolin Street house when viewing from the front). Zsuzsanna and the unknown woman are with me to my left. I am trying to determine what the scene indicates. All of the dipoles are arcing down toward the ground, vaguely reminiscent of a weeping willow or the water trail from a circular water fountain. At first, I am unsure about what happened. I then consider how difficult it would be to get the antenna back onto our roof. I also see a white jeep. The antenna had almost hit its back, though some of the dipoles hang over it.



      The white jeep represents the potential initiation of imaginary physicality in the dream state (as any vehicle typically does). Without the “antenna working,” there is neither cortical nor vestibular enhancement (nor higher lucidity). Even instinctually, I was not attentive to my dream’s narrative as I was too warm in bed and somewhat uncomfortable at the time. An antenna usually represents co-occurrence with either emerging physicality (potential mind and body connection as this scenario implies), cortical arousal, or transpersonal communication (with another) in enigmatic space.


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    5. The Suitcase and the Stolen Sweepstakes Entries

      by , 09-20-2019 at 11:33 AM
      Morning of September 20, 2019. Friday.

      Dream #: 19,268-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



      My oldest son’s Tae Kwon Do teacher is in an area that vaguely reminds me of my middle school (conscious afterthought only). There is a backstory having something to do with a contest or sweepstakes. Eventually, an unknown teenage girl shows up and has an angry disposition. (She vaguely reminds me of Brenda, though this is never validated and I have not seen her since I was in tenth grade.)

      The girl is angry because she does not have sweepstakes entry forms. They relate to Bugs Bunny somehow. I can see the dotted line on the A4 paper where people add personal details to a coupon. She takes several copies.

      When I am more aware of my waking life identity (here as a result of precursory vestibular modulation, though still instinctual), my youngest son and daughter are with me. We get on a bus that the teenage girl is going to drive. (We are the only people on the bus other than the driver.) The setting now seems to be Toombul Shoppingtown. However, the bus is on a fictitious second-level parking lot. She drives to the edge without stopping, and the bus drops a full level to the perpendicular street below. Instinctually, I am unconcerned (and have subliminal control of the process at this point), and after the vehicle’s short flight, we continue as if nothing had happened.

      I look through documents in a suitcase (cognitive arousal) in an unknown location with a group of people. Old dream journals are also in it.


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    6. A Train Becomes a Shed

      by , 09-13-2019 at 03:13 PM
      Morning of September 13, 2019. Friday.

      Dream #: 19,261-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



      I enter an instinctually motivated dreaming experience of watching a train in Brisbane in the late morning (anticipation of vestibular modulation). Several unknown people are present. Instead of boarding it, I continue to stand in the area and watch it leave.

      I decide I may get the train after all and manage to catch up when it makes a stop. The setting is now rural, and the train seems to have become a ramshackle shed. Welding sparks from an unseen welder scatter from beyond the other side of one corner to the right (neural synchrony).



      This dream stems from the same process as “Typewriter Train.” I was flying over a train that screeched and suddenly stopped. The front of the train was a giant black 1940s typewriter (potential cognitive arousal). The train had run out of track and dug slightly into the ground.

      Another version of the same process occurred in “Helicopter Digger.” While a friend and I were fishing, a helicopter came down, and its rotor blades dug into the ground.

      The first dream’s last scene is consciousness initiation and emerging from the dream state (neural synchrony in waking point modulation as emerging sparks as analogous with fire, lightning, and electricity).

      The second dream is vestibular modulation transitioning to potential cognitive arousal, but with the association of needing physicality to relay information (typewriter). (The mind and body must connect to wake and move.)

      The third dream is vestibular modulation transitioning to the anticipation (or desire) of returning to slow-wave sleep.


      Updated 09-16-2019 at 07:07 AM by 1390

      Tags: shed, train, welding
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      non-lucid
    7. From the Year 7230

      by , 07-25-2019 at 11:28 AM
      Morning of July 25, 2019. Thursday.

      Dream #: 19,211-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



      I am in an unknown location watching a video of Ray Romano cheerfully shopping in public. He keeps making puns. He picks up a can of peas, places it near his left ear, and talks about “finding peace.” He picks up a pear and talks about “finding a pair, yet there is only one.” He picks up a comb, talking about his “parting.” He picks up a can of beans, mentioning something about not “spilling the beans.” He picks up a packet of tea bags, saying, “I found the T before you (U).” There are more puns I do not recall.

      Eventually, I am at the location with an unknown female who remains on my right. I try to recall what he said, writing it down on a sheet of paper. When I try to read what I wrote, some is gibberish, some scribbled out, some clear. I had gone back to the beginning of the event, except now it is “real” and not a recording.

      I meet Ray before he starts making his puns. I realize that I have altered the timeline by being present while he is shopping, as my presence redirects his attention. Still, I talk about the puns he will be making. I tell him about one he made about a diaper (and where it was in the store), but I cannot recall what he said. I explain to him that I am from the future. He repeats the pun about “finding peace” but not much else.

      Ray leaves. An unknown male is now present on my right, and I tell him I am from the year 7230. He doubts me. I lead him out to the parking lot to show him my evidence, and it seems to be the afternoon. On my left wrist is a watch with a dome atop it. Under the wristband, held by it, is a long scrap of thin cardboard with writing.

      The small dome contains images that I project as a life size monochrome hologram into the parking lot. We walk to it. There is a statue of a female angel or goddess (with wings) on a high structure. It is Nike. There is a holographic image of a 2018 Lamborghini.

      The male seems amazed as we approach the holographic dome. Soon, it becomes “real.” The car, now mostly blue, moves out on its own (with no driver). Everything now has color. There is also what looks like a Cessna cockpit. A dark-haired girl (about ten), who sits in the right seat, turns her head toward us to happily talk about the equipment and life in the future. (An unfamiliar woman on her left does not move or speak.)

      We walk through the mall. The male asks me about how people think in the future. I tell him people have minds that contain much knowledge in a “holographic matrix” that surrounds their brain (and location). He asks me about crime. I tell him that they eliminate criminals when found, without trial. I wake.


    8. A Library Visit and a Long Walk Back

      by , 07-17-2019 at 08:13 AM
      Morning of July 17, 2019. Wednesday.

      Dream #: 19,203-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



      My dream begins with the usual water induction but which transitions into a non-lucid experience of my dream self being incorporeal and hovering above a big public pool that uses advanced technology to simulate ocean life, though only by causing splashes and movement of the water. There is no one around, even though the machinery is active.

      Eventually, I am corporeal and seated in a library while subliminally trying to increase my awareness by reading or attempting to read (a habit of instinctual dreaming since childhood). It is more like a classroom, as there are what seem to be school desks in the big room.

      Without getting up, I pick up a book on computer technology from an unknown male’s desk that faces mine, but upon riffling through the pages, I see that it is outdated by many years. I am unsure why he had it on his desk, but I put it back without saying anything.

      I turn around to see shelves on one wall to my right that feature many packages of unassembled cardboard spaceship pieces that are in transparent plastic wrapping, most related to the “Star Trek” franchise. This rendering stems from subliminal thoughts of vestibular system correlation, the most common dreaming process. As a result of the change in focus, I realize that I have been absent from my home for hours and should probably return.

      I walk, seemingly for a long time, though the setting and location are fictitious, yet my immediate new false memories dictate my imaginary journey. I walk through a long hall where there are no other people at first. (I more often fly around at this stage of a dream.) Eventually, I maintain a strange deliberate slow-motion jog that seems perfect and propels me higher from the floor than would be possible in reality. However, an unknown boy (preconscious simulacrum that is usually rendered to be the personified waking process) starts to make fun of my activity. I curse at him relentlessly, and he leaves through what appear to be the French doors of a business.

      I am in an unknown neighborhood with many dense bushes and low-hanging branches adjacent to the sidewalk. With instinctual dream control, I indulge in water reinduction (virtual melatonin mediation) to vivify and sustain my dream.

      I phase through any overgrown plants when needed as I effortlessly make my progress down the sidewalk. I enjoy the refreshing cooling raindrops on my skin as some of the water additionally streams from the branches above.

      I consider where my house is, but the area is fictitious. Despite this, a subliminal dream state awareness creates a false recall that my house is across the street from a store that sells mattresses and bedding. I see the word “sleep” on a big sign.

      I approach the corner apartment building where my family supposedly lives. Through the window, I see our youngest daughter get up from a chair and go to another part of the room. I am glad to be back home.


      Updated 07-17-2019 at 08:54 AM by 1390

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      non-lucid
    9. Technology and Yellow Pennant Flags

      by , 06-18-2019 at 12:18 PM
      Morning of June 18, 2019. Tuesday.

      Dream #: 19,174-02. Reading time: 36 sec.



      While in subliminal to emerging liminal mode, I engage in the imaginary pursuit of attempting to discern technology, including text, as a factor of cognitive arousal. I look at my computer in an undefined location. I have the idea to search for the most common words and imagery on the Internet.

      Following a complete search with an unknown program, I see the most common image is one of two types of yellow pennant flags. One appears as a regular triangular form pointing down, and the other has a comma-like curve to the left. They are about the size of avatars, in random order.



      My dream includes three emergent factors. Yellow stands out when returning to consciousness. Flags represent confirmation of territory (in this case, upper liminal space). My use of technology comes about when I try to heighten my awareness while in the dream state (the same as trying to read).


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    10. Fishing with Zsuzsanna and a Rescue

      by , 04-27-2019 at 10:27 AM
      Morning of April 27, 2019. Saturday.

      Dream #: 19,122-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



      Water induction and the Naiad/Oceanid factor changes into a fishing scenario. Despite the former process beginning at least one dream each sleep cycle for over 50 years, the continuity and outcome are always unique.

      Zsuzsanna and I are sitting on the shore of a lake, though it seems to stem from associations with El Jobean, which is near the ocean and the area where I fished as a boy, close to the bridge. It seems to be afternoon.

      Two unknown men are present. One of them is cheerfully fishing. The other, the preconscious simulacrum of this dream, is sitting on our right. There is a brief, vague concern that someone might throw something from the bridge high above us, but no one does. (It is subliminal anticipation of vestibular cortex activity, which is a common dream perception.) I soon attach the hook to the end of my line, and I also put the reel on the rod. At first, I snag a sunfish carcass (on its dorsal fin) floating on its left side (as analogous to my sleeping orientation) on the lake’s surface. The preconscious is holding a pair of scissors. I am wary, as I think he intends to take them while claiming someone lost them. Looking down, I see another pair of scissors that is nearly the same and belongs with the other. There are small rust marks on the handles of each. I comment on how similar they are and pick up the pair on the ground. I take the other scissors from the simulacrum (with no protest on his part, which is atypical in RAS mediation, especially as the scissors indicate potential separation from the dream state) and put both pair in the tackle box.

      I verbalize loud, sarcastic remarks about people sitting near people who are fishing. He soon leaves (thus allowing me to sustain my dream). So does the other male, though it is getting later and is almost too dark to see. I ask Zsuzsanna if fishing at night is allowed and it seems that it is. (This process, regarding nightfall with enhanced awareness, is sometimes indicative of the return to slow-wave sleep, but I maintain my dream state awareness without direct lucidity.)

      I do not have live bait and consider digging in the ground with my hands, but I find a live worm with at least two hooks through it in a small paper bag that someone left behind. I think it is artificial before it starts moving. I attach the rig to my line.

      When I cast, I accidentally snag a cluster of plants halfway across the lake’s distance from our side. I see an unknown woman off to the left near her car on our side. She had also cast. I find the situation somewhat amusing but not that frustrating, especially when it seems I had also hooked a big fish. However, it turns out that she is reeling the line from her end, causing the little island to move toward her.

      I hook onto something big. Upon reeling it in, I see that I have snagged a seal, with the hook in its bottom lip. “It’s a seal,” I loudly say. The woman and I agree that I should take the hook out and release it, which I do.

      When I cast again, the hook ends up near the woman’s car. She decides to leave but ends up falling in the lake almost up to her neck. She swims out, gets into her car, and it accidentally backs up into the lake, sinking completely.

      I dive into the lake. I swim to the end of the lake to the right of my original location, underwater (being able to breathe underwater as in all my dreams since early childhood). The woman is sleeping in a small dry cave underwater, as the water remains as an impossible “wall” at its entrance. I maneuver into the cave through the “wall,” without disrupting the impossible vertical water barrier. I ask the woman if she needs me to rescue her. She shakes her head and shivers slightly, with her eyes moving as if in REM sleep. I ask her again, and she nods.

      My feet push against the water “wall,” and water starts to flood the cave, but I wake around this time. I see that Zsuzsanna is sleeping in the same position as the woman had been.



      This dream renders the same processes as usual, but also unique as always and very vivid and enjoyable.


      Updated 04-27-2019 at 05:50 PM by 1390

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    11. Book Store Peculiarity

      by , 03-26-2019 at 09:26 AM
      Morning of March 26, 2019. Tuesday.

      Dream #: 19,090-03. Reading time: 1 min 20 sec.



      I enter a second-hand bookstore in La Crosse in late morning, with no recall of my waking life. I am still subliminally aware I am dreaming.

      The bookstore represents one from real life from years ago though is oriented differently. The checkout is perpendicular to how it was in real life, though the entrance is in the same location. The young female cashier reminds me of the one from real life, but there is also an unfamiliar man behind the counter.

      I am here to retrieve about five of my dream journals. I put them here not to sell but to have for later access but in a bookcase with public access. They are journals in hardcover form from 1995 to 2000; designs I only saw in Australia, yet their presence does not trigger recall of living in Australia.

      There are other books I temporarily left here. I walk around the store and pick them out. I have an interest in four similar books of a set that seems to be about the pre-Capetian House of Bourbon (a play on a street name that intersects with our present home). They all feature heads of kings. I take these as well although they are possibly not mine.

      I am wary about walking out without saying anything. I think about what I should say about taking my dream journals and other books home, as I am uncertain if the cashiers remember the dream journals are mine. I walk out with no reaction on their part other than a puzzled appearance.



      False “memory” fascinates me in subliminal mode dreams. Another factor that has always interested me is how my dream self, even without dream state awareness, knows how to manipulate dream content without recall of my waking life. Instinctual dreaming typically takes priority over waking life memory.

      A checkout is a feature in my dreams since childhood and links to the waking process, indicating that I am leaving the dream state as I would exit a store after looking around.


    12. Not Lucid But Mediating Every Dreaming Process Anyway

      by , 03-19-2019 at 10:57 AM
      Morning of March 19, 2019. Tuesday.

      Dream #: 19,083-04. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



      This incredible dream sequence is long but with the longer second part offset from a vivid foundation where I eventually mediate and viably control several common REM sleep processes understood since early childhood, atypically in the same dream, yet with no emerging awareness that I am dreaming at any time.



      Sky mediation integrated with window (liminal space division) mediation (which is a form of concurrent environmental monitoring with subliminal RAS/cortex gating):

      In the beginning, I am indulging in atypical sky mediation (from indoors rather than outdoors) without viable lucidity. I am in the lounge room of the Stadcor Street house (incorrectly recalled as my present home) and standing near the front windows. This anticipation is low-key. I do not focus on “something coming down from above” as in many past dreams, but I am subliminally manipulating the amount of light and color in the sky. At the same time, I am vaguely aware of an “invisible” video superimposed over one area on the windows, but I focus only on the sky beyond. I consider, without emotion, if the sky represents the “end of the world” (analogous to the “end of the dream state”). Many colors are present, but red and yellow dominates. I gaze at this process for several minutes.

      Identity mediation integrated with doorway mediation (as sustaining the dream state) as well as subliminal dream state awareness (the presence of the beds).

      I find myself in the King Street mansion in the second floor’s middle room of the east side. I have a false memory of the landlady having changed the way she rents rooms. She now has it so that two people have to occupy each apartment, each paying twenty dollars a week instead of one tenant paying that amount. My false recall is ambiguous, but I consider that she has done this to make up for me having lived there without paying rent for so long. Leonard is sharing the apartment with me. I walk across the hall and see a young platinum blond male in his room near the right side of his bed. He is unsure of who he wants as a flatmate. I suggest my friend Rick (saying his full name) but then consider that Rick might be too old to live with this person and state as such to him. (This does not make much sense, as I perceive Rick as being about twenty years old, even though in reality he is in his fifties as I am.)

      I have several different types of keys, one a skeleton key that I joke about with Rick, to determine which one works with the door of my room. There are little keys as well as more obvious house keys. I eventually find the correct one. Rick now seems to have taken Leonard’s place.

      From here, I go downstairs (transitional vestibular system correlation). The landlady seems cheerful. Two unknown people stand in the unlit foyer talking to her. I hear the woman say her name, and her last name is the same as mine. I comment on this as I leave the house.

      It is now daytime. It turns out that the woman, now a young girl, is my niece. I walk atop a fence (linear vestibular system correlation and mediation of liminal and enigmatic space), and she becomes the vestibular system simulacrum (personification of vestibular system adaptation). She continuously cheerfully talks to me about how I should walk atop it, regarding balance and distance of steps, which now becomes a series of fences. She is usually on one parallel to the one atop which I am walking. I now get the impression that we are walking to school (relearning emerging identity and subliminal cortex awareness).

      Two nieces and two nephews (on my father’s side) are present, though they are much younger than they should be. After becoming aware of this scenario without full current conscious self identity, I walk down the sidewalk near the front of an unknown house where two of my nephews are standing. The oldest is talking about how much fun he had surfing recently (a result of reinduction processing which does not continue). I tell him that I saw him surfing in a photograph as if to validate his experience (which seems like a false memory) and he seems puzzled by this as I consider I may be mistaken. The process fails (water not moving, melatonin flow stopping, similar to water lowering waking autosymbolism), and I then meander around the unfamiliar neighborhood until I wake.


      Tags: fence, keys, sky
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      non-lucid
    13. A Plastic Model Limousine

      by , 02-13-2019 at 05:38 AM
      Morning of February 12, 2019. Tuesday.

      Dream #: 19,048-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



      I become aware of being in the Cubitis living room (last seen in 1978). There is the erroneous factor of Marilyn (a deceased half-sister on my mother’s side) living here. She appears as she was in the 1960s. On the west side of the living room is a tall chest of drawers. I am unaware of my parents.

      I am recording something from television by way of a wired connection and monitoring the sound with headphones. Somehow, a plastic 1:24 scale model kit of a Limousine is connected as well, though there is difficulty in making sure the audio is loud enough. My orientation is unusual and illogical as I seem to be working on the top of the chest of drawers, but it does not make any physical sense. There is also a blanket atop it.

      Eventually, I notice that the model is incomplete. There are several small parts, which may be optional. There is a part of a V8 engine and other pieces. One piece resembles a small tooth but falls behind the chest of drawers.

      Before waking, I lift the hood, and instead of an engine, there is a little double bed.



      Beds often appear (sometimes in unusual locations) in the last part of a dream as a subliminal, liminal, or concurrent awareness of being in REM sleep. A car, or any vehicle, usually represents the illusory perception of my dream self’s fictitious body, though in some cases as here, it also correlates with the association of being in bed.


    14. A Strange Arcade Game

      by , 01-26-2019 at 08:12 AM
      Morning of January 26, 2019. Saturday.

      Dream #: 19,031-02. Reading time: 50 sec.



      I find myself in an unfamiliar arcade with minimal lighting, unaware of my conscious self identity. I am at a table and become involved in playing a game, without a backbox, that has the appearance of two side-by-side pinball shooter lanes and little else.

      I push buttons and press the palms of my hands against the front edge of the table. My actions result in one to four balls rolling back and forth in the lanes, knocking against each other. Sometimes there is only one ball on one side. Most of them are like a slightly oversized pinball, but there are also white plastic balls with hardly any weight to them.

      I remain unsure of what the purpose of this game is, but I seem to be doing well, as I keep balls moving in the lanes. I do not see a score indicator. Other people watch me play at times.

      The table has four metal legs. However, there is a short time when the table is on the floor (without legs), and I am playing the game while seated cross-legged on the floor. Curiously, I pay no attention to this error in my dream’s continuity, but it is probably a subliminal dream state indicator that I am not standing in reality.


      Tags: arcade, game, pinball
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      non-lucid
    15. Low Flying Jet and Front Yard Public Parking

      by , 01-20-2019 at 05:35 PM
      Morning of January 20, 2019. Sunday.

      Dream #: 19,025-03. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



      My conscious self identity is absent. I am unsure of my implied age, but I am back in Cubitis where I have not lived since 1978. I remain in my bedroom. It seems to be late morning.

      A gray military jet flies over the house from north to south. Its flight path is so low that I can see the details of its underside. However, my viewing of it would not have been possible in reality, as I would not have been able to see its path above the roof of the carport let alone through the north windows of my room from a distance. (Only orange trees and not much sky would have been visible.) There is likely the common but indirect x-ray vision perception in dream space. For a short time, there is also the vague awareness of windows to the south (a fictitious feature). This event happens a second time. I have no recall of my parents or their passing or my current life.

      Later, I look out the west windows. There are several random vehicles parked north of the house, moved from their original locations, possibly because of roadwork and perhaps the construction of commercial buildings. (The area is more like part of a city rather than being rural as it was in real life.) The work seems to be occurring quickly, because when I look out the window again, our front yard has a line of vehicles oriented from northwest to southeast, ending close to where the windows of the southwest bedroom would have been. It is ridiculously intrusive, but I do not feel stress.

      The first vehicle (closest to Highway Seventeen) is a white semi-trailer truck with its trailer, facing away from the house.

      A blue USA mail van is one of the vehicles closest to the house (though the closest one remains unseen), facing towards it. There are several other vehicles, mostly commercial, though there is a dune buggy near the mail van as well as a cement mixing truck. I notice that the front yard is completely paved over (as with a parking lot) rather than being a lawn. Although this seems curious and unfamiliar, I do not question anything. I anticipate that the trucks will probably soon no longer be present. In a short time, the work will continue south, and the front yard will likely be lawn again as well.



      Vestibular system correlation is not inherited here but projected, as my infra-self remains passive. The jet flies over my bedroom twice, but the process does not match my illusory state of awareness, resulting in the manifestation of enigmatic space rendering as a parking lot, displaying how my physical body does not move as I sleep.

      The mail van is possibly a factor of the interconsciousness, yet may also only (or additionally) represent communication between my dream self and conscious self identity as showing me my body is “parked” in bed. (I am in bed in my dream looking out my windows.)


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      non-lucid
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