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    1. Water From a Biplane

      by , 12-20-2010 at 06:20 PM
      Morning of December 20, 2010. Monday.

      I am with my lovely wife Zsuzsanna. There is anticipation of intimacy but we are first to travel elsewhere by flight. We are in a blue biplane, though it is in a hangar and I illogically do not fully consider the need to leave the hangar before flying our airplane. (This lack of reasoning of which relates to liminal space ambiguity in REM has occurred in many other dreams.)

      Zsuzsanna is wearing a beautiful cyan gown. Looking closely, I see denser bird silhouettes in the otherwise lacy sparse material in a flying form in what seems to be fairly small embroidered patterns. She is on my right (an atypical orientation, as she always sleeps on my left, though that may be because she is awake at the time).

      The dials in the biplane seem to be more like clocks than altimeters or other cockpit-relevant displays. It looks like one says “12:20” (in an analogue clock display, not digital), which is today’s date (and also my birthday).

      To my immediate left, some sort of vertical pipe that connects the wings seems to have a leak where some water is flowing out. I try to stop the leak with a piece of what seems to be part of a pillowcase or bed sheet.

      I notice one of Zsuzsanna’s shoes off to the right on the floor.

      The pipe that connects the wings of the biplane on my left side seems somewhat detached and I wobble it around a bit, somewhat puzzled. I am not sure if the airplane is ready to take off and fly even though I start to hear a humming sound, though I soon wake.

      For new readers or inexperienced dreamers: Attention to my left is typically autosymbolism relating to subliminal awareness of being in REM sleep while sleeping on my left side, though relating to reinduction (sustaining the dream state). The flowing of water relates to the sustaining of the dream state since water is typically autosymbolism for the essence of sleep and being in the dream state. This dream is autosymbolic of the natural vestibular system ambiguity of REM sleep, biologically resulting in associations with falling, flight, or both. Therefore, it has no relationship with waking life or interpretable factors. An airplane is often only an autosymbolic extension of the physical body during the vestibular system ambiguity of REM sleep. Therefore, it is usually unrelated to waking life. In my childhood, I typified this common type of dream event as “failed flight waking symbolism”. Use of the word “failed” does not imply a negative connotation as it is a biological dynamic of waking from REM sleep. Therefore, attributing conscious self meaning or waking life meaning is unintelligent. A loose shoe is a dream state indicator as we do not wear shoes when sleeping in bed. The static bird silhouettes relate to an eerie but intriguing recurring factor of sustaining the dream state, more so in apex lucidity. My usage of a pillowcase or bed sheet is a dream state indicator, a subliminal awareness of having fallen asleep and being in bed. It additionally is subliminal acknowledgement of understanding that water additionally represents the absence of emotions, that is, the essence of unconsciousness. More discernible sound (such as the humming here) is usually only heard in a certain state of REM closer to wakefulness. The cockpit display is related to subliminal circadian rhythms factors, as temporality is distorted or missing when unconscious, which sometimes triggers associations with where the conscious self identity is while sleeping and what time it is.

      Updated 02-27-2018 at 02:31 PM by 1390

    2. The Tower Big Ben (TS)

      by , 12-20-2010 at 06:20 PM
      Morning of December 20, 2010. Monday.

      Feeling relaxed, as I step through green grass of about knee length (apparently being barefoot and wearing shorts as I can feel the velvety grass against my legs and feet), into an area closer to the shore of a pristine lake, I feel very peaceful. There is no one else present. It seems to be late morning or afternoon.

      Eventually, evening seems to be approaching. I am not surprised (at least at first) when I turn my head to my right and see the tower Big Ben. I even consider that it may be a feature of the building I live in (though without a thread of memory of what country I live in). However, I do start to become puzzled by the nature of time and how it seemed to be afternoon only a short time ago. Still, I do not have any negative thoughts or worries. I continue to sit by the shore of the lake, feeling content.

      My dream self does not seem aware of it being my 50th birthday. The clock tower as an emergent consciousness symbol is rendered via circadian rhythms factors (and the later stages of the sleep cycle) but additionally in this case, may also represent mortality. It is also qualified as being this dream’s waking space prompt and is additionally associated with the puzzle of being between dreaming and waking. This is because my older sister Marilyn often bought Milton Bradley Big Ben jigsaw puzzles. The lake symbolizes being in a specific stage of the sleep cycle, while the clock mainly represents the waking precursor.

      2018 Tracking System: DATA, water induction and water as symbolizing sleep 1, tower as emergent consciousness symbol 1, liminal space symbolized as puzzling 1, clock as circadian rhythms symbol 1, clock as mortality symbol 1, soft awakening 1, no dominant RAS symbol 1, tall grass as liminal space divider 1, right-oriented waking symbolism 1, outside setting 1, solitary 1, lake as mid-range sleep depth 1, peace and contentment 1

      Updated 01-23-2018 at 10:35 AM by 1390

      Tags: clock, lake, time, tower
    3. Girl Living in “Giant” Birdhouse

      by , 09-29-2010 at 03:29 PM
      Morning of September 29, 2010. Wednesday.

      It seems I may be in La Crosse living with my wife and children but I am not sure as it may be somewhere in Australia. Seemingly to the east of a road we are walking on northward is a “giant” birdhouse. By that, I mean it is on some sort of cylindrical platform and higher up from the ground (though really only about the distance up of some of the houses I have seen here with longer stumps, implying enough room to walk underneath if there was enough open space otherwise) as well as looking much like a typical birdhouse, but a bit fancier in some areas. The doorway (and there does not seem to be a closeable door, which causes a thought about security or potential intruders) is even circular and much like that of a birdhouse and one needs to climb a seemingly unstable ladder to get up and inside it.

      An unknown young girl (perhaps a relative of my wife’s) lives there though we do not see her much. I believe there is a need to visit her but we cannot quite work out how to get in. This is similar in mood and theme to another dream where we lived in a house where the front door had to be reached by climbing a narrow ladder (though this concept is sparsely recurring). I think there was something about her giving my wife jewelry or something but the details are rather odd and distorted with several “resets”.

      Updated 06-30-2016 at 06:31 PM by 1390

      Tags: birdhouse, wife
    4. Mr. Bean’s Teddy Bear

      by , 06-06-2010 at 12:06 PM
      Morning of June 6, 2010. Sunday.

      I am in our living room at our present address. Over time, I become aware that someone else is present and had been in our kitchen and opening our refrigerator. It is near evening. I eventually notice that Mr. Bean (Rowan Atkinson) had fallen asleep on our couch and is holding a teddy bear. I become very annoyed at the imposition but I do not do anything about it. (The couch is in the wrong orientation. It faces south instead of north.) After a short time, I consider that it may be someone only pretending to be Mr. Bean (though I remain uncertain), though I remain annoyed.

      Today (on Monday, 19 February 2018), I will compare and contrast this 2010 dream with “Abraham Lincoln’s Teddy Bear” from April 28, 2017.

      In MBTB, the couch was incorrectly facing south, facing the left side of our bed, though in the correct room (living room). In ALTB, the couch was incorrectly facing west, facing the foot of our bed, in the wrong room (westernmost area of kitchen, nearest our bed).

      In MBTB, there was no sense of bilocation. In ALTB, there was a bilocation essence as another house seemed integrated within ours (though not focused upon as such by my dream self and different from a typical composite setting) in addition to a feeling of being in two locations at the same time.

      In MBTB, the time seemed to be near evening (though I am near the end of my sleep cycle in reality). In ALTB, it seemed a few hours before dawn (though I am near the beginning of my sleep cycle in reality).

      In MBTB, I saw Rowan as an imposer (RAS “intrusion”). In ALTB, I did not see Lincoln as an imposer (RAS inactive).

      In MBTB, Rowan had been awake at first and was active in our kitchen (prior to me identifying him later on our couch). In ALTB, Lincoln was inactive the entire time, sleeping in an alternate version of our kitchen.

      In MBTB, Rowan was parallel to our orientation in bed, but in the opposite direction. In ALTB, Lincoln was perpendicular to our orientation.

      In MBTB, I have no lucidity, but there is viable current conscious self identity, though I mostly see Rowan as his fictional Mr. Bean character rather than as the real celebrity who plays him. In ALTB, I am semi-lucid but I do not remember that Lincoln is a deceased historical figure. My dream self partly perceives him as a living celebrity, though not that famous.

      In MBTB, Rowan holds his teddy bear. In ALTB, I pick up Lincoln’s teddy bear from the floor and feel I should give it to Lincoln, but I do not, as I do not want to disturb him. (Teddy bears apparently did not exist in Lincoln’s time.)

      In MBTB, Rowan seems to be wearing pajamas (residual memory of having fallen asleep). In ALTB, Lincoln is wearing a suit (not yet entering deep sleep).

      In MBTB, Rowan is on his left side. In ALTB, Lincoln is on his right side. (In each case, it was the opposite of the side I was sleeping on.)

      The room is much darker in ALTB than in MBTB.

      In both dreams, I chose not to wake them. In both dreams, they are facing our bed, Rowen (head east) and Lincoln (head north). Rowan is oriented to the right in my view (most often waking orientation) and Lincoln to the left in my view (most often induction orientation).

      I can easily and justifiably conclude, in understanding the nature of RAS mediation, that Rowan was seen as imposing because it was time for me to wake. (Some RAS mediation to modulation is based on environmental noise and that seemed to be the case here as it usually is in intruder dreams). I did not see Lincoln as imposing and did not want to wake him, as it was near the beginning of my sleep cycle. I even wanted to make his sleep more comfortable (though literally “did not want to wake him”). All of the contrasting factors in each case reveal autosymbolism for the biological nature of RAS mediation, not waking life symbolism.

      Updated 12-19-2018 at 07:42 AM by 1390

    5. Underground Christmas Ornaments

      by , 12-25-2009 at 06:25 PM
      Morning of December 25, 2009. Friday.

      I am in the backyard of our present address. Although there is not that much of a focus on this morning being Christmas (especially as my dream self is only rarely aware of what year it is, let alone the date), I see Christmas ornaments protruding about a quarter up from where there is only dirt in the far backyard. Most of them are spherical and of one color, though I find more detailed ones when I dig more. I consider that it is an unusual place to store ornaments as such, as they will require cleaning each year.

      Eventually, I also start to discover and uncover a few gold and silver coins as I dig (though remaining uncertain of the value or country of origin), some of which have a few holes in them, as if eroded. At this point, there is ambiguity. It now seems I am digging in dirt beneath the floorboards of our lounge room (though this occurs ambiguously, while I still perceive myself as being outside). (In reality however, this would not be possible, as our house is suspended above the ground on stumps.)

      Updated 03-25-2018 at 06:47 AM by 1390

    6. Finding the “Other” Again…

      by , 11-09-2009 at 05:09 PM
      Morning of November 9, 2009. Monday.

      In this dream, I discover (as in a lot of similar dreams that continue to both haunt and annoy me as if another part of me had a will of its own yet not viable for my chosen life’s path) I learn that the “other” (the childhood friend, Susan R, I “left” for a different path - not regret, but a very slight guilt, I suppose; strange, as many people have nothing residual over such events or so it seems) is living in an area where I can visit her (not quite sure which country, either USA or Australia). There is one part where my wife (aka childhood Romani tulpa turns out to be real) and I are together on the couch and involved in sensual acts. I notice the “other” (who for some unexplainable reason is just sitting in a lounge chair near us in the same room) is wearing a plain cross (not a crucifix), which hangs down near my face, but nothing else is visible in that periphery. This could probably be related to the fact that she was - or seemed to be - a serious Christian (a main reason why I could not have seen myself living with her when older), or yet another flashback to that Mad magazine poster “The Modern Crucifixion” and the associated “other” events related to that time period.

      (It was only later, I realized the connections of my favorite band “The Fixx” and the logo in mirror image looking a bit like XXII, or 22, the “master number” that has a huge connection to many different things in the human supraconscious and continuously repeating around unexplainable events - there is even a group of people that follow this belief).

      The outcome of my dream is that the “other” eventually appears in a very unusual manner, not quite human-looking in the face. She looks very old, yet also very young, and a Newton’s cradle ball is stuck in (or growing out of) each ear - halfway out at the hemispheres - and around the ears are deep cracks as if from drying clay - the sides of her head being somewhat skeletal as well. This surreal imagery does not seem at all unusual to me until I am awake and then I wonder how in the world my mind came up with something like that and why I did not think it to be unusual in my dream. However, Newton’s cradle could easily be some sort of dream imagery to represent unseen forces or unseen repercussions from “another side”, and the “other” and I did use the device (and gaze at it) when young.
    7. Zebra Writing

      by , 10-17-2009 at 04:17 PM
      Morning of October 17, 2009. Saturday.

      In my less clear (and less aware) dream state, it occurs to me that zebras have English writing all over their bodies as a “normal” and natural type of pattern. Each stripe represents the form of a letter (and apparently punctuation in some cases), though elongated. Typically, the “messages” are positive but some are sarcastic. This (the “sarcastic message”) seems to relate to spending too much time looking at a particular zebra within a larger herd (or “zeal”, an unusual term for a herd of zebras).

      There is an association with an older dream where zebras are said to be fictional animals that certain people (of certain mentalities) do not believe in. Apparently, via the dream’s flawed “logic”, only people who are said to be delusional view a white horse and a black horse through a fence somehow and mistake the two animals for one (that is, as a zebra - again supposedly a fictional or mythological animal in this scenario). At the time, this seemed to be a sarcastic statement relating to the disbelief of the existence of zebras (in my dream only), which seemingly related to denial of the unknown or unexplainable in thinking something can only be black or white or that everything is easily labelled or explainable - that is, either this or that.

      Mostly, this was influenced by an educational worksheet called “Zebras with Zero Stripes in a Zigzag Cage”, where the young student fills in a list of words to make the “stripes”.

      Updated 06-13-2016 at 10:06 AM by 1390

    8. The Final Days of “24”

      by , 07-09-2009 at 01:32 PM
      Night of July 9, 2009. Thursday.

      Characters from the television series “24” appear in this dream as a main basis of the plot (other than the main character, curiously enough). I am not even “in” my dream; I am just watching it as if it were a series of “real” events in the United States via some sort of implied remote-viewing rather than being associated with a television show at any point. There is no emotion expressed from my own perspective, although a female reporter seems upset and concerned (and seemingly bewildered by the decisions and actions of the leaders).

      For some reason, Ethan Kanin (Bob Gunton) is the “new” president, while the president from the actual show (Cherry Jones) seems to be either vice president or just an adviser or even only a reporter at one point(?). This character rendering lacks cohesion in my dream.

      At any rate, he seems annoyed at the present state of affairs regarding other nations (and diplomacy has apparently failed in every way). He gives “the” final order, which is “Raise the right horn!” The lady (Cherry) looks concerned and asks someone else what it could mean. It is too late. The whole sky grows dark and it is seemingly the end of the United States as Cherry “looks out the window” which is actually just a wall without a window(?) or transparent at one point(?) and there is a rumbling and hissing. For some reason, what he said meant that other “enemy” countries would immediately launch missiles at the USA, which really makes no sense at all. I suppose it could have meant that it was the United States which had attacked all of the other countries first, but the events unfold too fast for that to have been the case.

      Original notes (July 2009): I am not sure of the meaning in this one. Perhaps “horn” relates to the trumpet blown by the angel in the so-called Last Days, or maybe it relates to right-wing politics. Hard to say, presently. It may even relate to the “devil’s” horn gaining power, yet it is “right”, not “wrong” (or “left”?), although the exact meaning is not clear.

      Added (present) notes of November 2013. Several years after this dream, there is coincidentally one Google match on fark.com, but not exact (it being “Raise the right horn of you. Oh wait you only have the one horn!” apparently in reference to joking with the unicorn persona of another forum member). A “horn” could also be a telephone or associated with a particular telephone call within the White House of which I am quite surprised that I had not included in my original notes.

      Updated 06-15-2015 at 10:30 AM by 1390 (Enhancement)

      non-lucid , dream fragment
    9. Little Black Train

      by , 09-28-2008 at 03:28 PM
      Morning of September 28, 2008. Sunday.

      I am back in one of my old apartments at the King Street boarding house, this one being the larger middle room on the eastern side of the hall (on the second floor). I am involved in some sort of unusual semi-lucid “ride” which takes up much of the central area of my room, which is being in the second train-car of a small black train, which at one point is more like being inside a larger solid box that tips and moves - and with me being unsure of my destination - there is a very vague awareness (but not a fear or stronger concern) that it is coffin-like. At one point, the miniature train (about the size of one at a park for children) moves out beyond the east wall, seemingly out into the night or very early morning, yet not falling. At one point, there does not even seem to be a wall. There is a vague awareness of how the little black train is “death” in reference to the Woody Guthrie song which I had listened to a lot in the recent past. However, the unusual orientation does not seem that eerie or ominous in-dream. It does seem unusually familiar at one point. There is no one else in the dream. The movement of my train seems automatic.

      On one level, this is probably just a metaphor for the dreaming and waking process itself as many dream events are in addition to just being a song association.

      Updated 06-18-2016 at 07:19 AM by 1390

    10. Out of the Television

      by , 09-29-2007 at 03:29 PM
      Morning of September 29, 2007. Saturday.

      I am living in a ghetto, in, I believe, an old apartment building on what seems like at least the third or fourth floor or higher. Actually, I am not sure if I live there or not since I do not recognize anything or seem to know a couple people I may or may not be living with. They do not even seem all that aware of me. Mostly, they remain in the kitchen and I mostly stay in the living room area.

      The main focus is on the television near the front door, of which something rather strange is happening to it. There are what seem to be holes and cracks in the glass, but which, oddly, actually seem to seal up as others appear elsewhere. There is some sort of concept that seems difficult to relate, like the glass is some sort of link between two different dimensions; “mine”, and other worlds beyond, but which are perhaps random, or changing, and varying in potential, growing stronger, or growing weaker (at random?).

      I am somewhat wary; not really afraid; just suspicious of what could result. Some sort of ugly face forms in parts like a jigsaw puzzle (sort of like bits of static forming into three-dimensional solids from more random pieces) automatically sorting itself out over the imagery of an unrelated television show. Out comes some sort of monster, vampire-like (but not a typical “movie vampire”), and mostly colorless. Now I am somewhat concerned, as the creature screams (seemingly in anger at being disturbed?), but I am still not afraid.

      Time passes. The creature actually seems afraid to go very far after seeing the city outside the window (it is late at night). He cowers on a sofa and eventually seems to be annoyed by this world and eventually breaks up into bits of “static” (like squarish moths with reflective wings) which flows back into the television. Even though he is like a powerful demon or devil, mankind seems far worse to him than his own essence, and the “monster” is more and more like a sad comic strip character before he goes back to wherever he came from.

      Later, there is more activity across the glass of this strange television. I see eyes again, but this time it is a beautiful girl in some sort of dark green Robin-Hood-like outfit (but with more variety in color and ornamentation) that very slowly emerges, head first. She has a bow and a set of arrows and seems to be some sort of elf-like creature and “at one” with the powers of nature but somehow more powerful (both physically and mentally) than any human on Earth - because of that supposed direct link to the forces of nature. I do not think she can “control” nature, but remain in some sort of perfect “frequency” (harmony) with the energy as a whole. I do not think she can speak English or understand it, although she seems to be linked to me somehow (perhaps a more fanciful version of my wife). She seems to reflect more of a sense of personal power than the earlier “monster”, almost as if I subliminally created both but which were “incubated” in this other dimension behind the glass of the television. My dream eventually breaks up into less vivid patterns that I cannot quite remember other than a feeling of deep respect and understanding for beings that “incubate” within the energy of the television somehow, which seems to represent features of the Source (or other levels of consciousness) in this case rather than real-life television, which I do not respect at all. (Of course, the television itself likely represents the dreaming process in indirectly utilizing other levels of mind and perhaps collective consciousness.)

      The female elf-like and Robin-Hood-like character is a seemingly neutral character that has sparsely recurred in my dreams since around age sixteen.

      Updated 12-06-2015 at 08:28 PM by 1390

    11. UFO and Robot Girls on “Lost” (full meaning given)

      by , 09-20-2007 at 03:20 PM
      Morning of September 20, 2007. Thursday.

      This entry contains two of several dreams of this date.

      My most recent “Lost” dream has something to do with robots, mostly all female scientist robots. There is one scene where one is working in a lab, but does not have a human face, only a curved sheet of metal. Others do not even have that, but do have a “head” of sorts. There are some unusual encounters where I mostly interact with a couple female robots at a time, mostly touching “hands”, perhaps testing the sensors, yet they do not have any skin, either; all the working parts are mostly showing and turning about, similar to a skeleton with bits of wire and small gears here and there - yet somehow, there actually seems to be some sort of potential for these robots to have human feelings (both emotional and tactile).

      Another dream involved an idea of an ancient spacecraft being buried somewhere and a man hunting for it in relation to a symbol. The appearance of the spacecraft supposedly has something to do with the apocalypse (which primarily foreshadows the end of the dream and little else). He had seen it before and had drawn a picture of it. Another man joins him in looking for it in the area which it has been determined to be. This is a hill (common emergent consciousness feature) near a small town. The spaceship rises from the ground while the men are standing in an area nearby. It is very similar in design to an old-style orange juicer. It glows a brilliant white and makes a loud but somehow musical roaring sound. This dream is very vivid and seems to mean something even after I wake for a short time (and of course it does have meaning - that I am waking up). I cannot be sure if it is being flown by beings inside or is some sort of glowing energy that shifts slightly. There is a very intense feeling as it roars off.

      My first dream above is simply a rendering of robots in connection to the “artificial” nature of the dream state, that is, as different from reality. It is similar to a glitched-out apex lucidity dream but this dream is entirely non-lucid.

      My second dream here (which is similar to, and with the same meaning as, “Spaceship Stratum” from 1978) is simply an extended waking transition metaphor as most dreams are on one level. A UFO is typically the conscious mind, rendered as a UFO for several reasons; one, the unconscious mind as the dream self is not seeing directly through the conscious self’s eyes so renders it as potentially “alien”, and two, a UFO is usually “above” the unconscious self and so represents “rising” (waking up) conscious awareness (though cleverly here is rendered as being within the unconscious self’s “territory”, that is, buried in the ground at first, which implies cooperation between the dream self and conscious self with no liminal space inherent), and three, emits light and represents waking from the dream state (light of day as metaphorical for waking consciousness), and four, is a flight symbol (main dream state metaphor as dreaming itself is “flying”) leaving the dream.

      I can add a three-layered fifth validation here with this particular dream. This UFO looks like an orange juicer. An orange can represent the conscious mind (in reference to associations with the sun - which represents light of day and the conscious mind and wakeful awareness, most especially the “Sunkist” label). Also, when people wake up to have breakfast, they often have orange juice. Since the potential with an orange juicer is to watch liquid getting lower and going down into a glass or other container, we also even have the “water getting lower over time” as the waking mechanism (except that here, it is orange juice).

      Or, I could go on and list many other layers and metaphors that validate the above meanings; for example the play on “Sunkist” as in “kissed” relating to Sleeping Beauty being awakened. Or, I could stop here.

    12. Columns

      by , 09-06-2007 at 05:01 PM
      Morning of September 6, 2007. Thursday.

      The first part of this dream concerns columns (under the foundation) of a newer high school - it seems as if it might be the one at Kepnock, though the building in my dream is completely different at ground level. There is a discovery of human bones inside the columns (almost as if there had been an implied archaeological interest), and there is concern over how this could have happened. However, there is this very clear feeling that the new school, for some reason in my dream only, was apparently built in also somehow involving the death of certain families or teenagers and the government “covering it up” (no pun intended) - an idea of which was possibly borrowed by the low-rated movie “The Haunting” from 1999.

      Later on, though, the original columns seem more ancient and seem to be part of some sort of ancient plumbing system in which water and debris is “backing up” into the building, which draws in more archaeologists and such. There is something eerie about the entire affair. There are sets of columns that read something like “ITSBE”. There also seems to be some sort of religious awareness (early Christian Italy, or some such) but I am not quite sure or focused enough to determine what it is.

      A little later, when I am awake, my wife tells me that the drainage system has been overflowing and that water keeps coming back out, which is the first time this has happened at this address, the problem being relative to street level access, so this was a precognitive layer.
      Tags: columns
    13. Fingers Coming Off, “Magically” Connecting Again

      by , 05-27-2007 at 11:27 AM
      Morning of May 27, 2007. Sunday.

      This was a very weird and vivid (but not what you would call lucid) dream about primarily my right hand being continuously injured and each finger almost coming off at different times during the dream.

      My fingers (all four, but not including my thumb, which remains okay in the dream) somehow get cut by paper I am reading from, I believe - to where it causes all of their flesh to detach from the rest of my hand near the middle of the joints.

      (I need to point out that the bone is never damaged or detached, just the fleshy areas, although it does seem at times like the entire finger may come off, but that does not actually happen.)

      The sensations are extremely vivid and realistic in every sense of the word. There is not as much blood as one would expect and a couple times, I think of wrapping bandages around them. I even try to manually push the severed flesh back around the finger bone and it actually works for the most part.

      It is very weird as the dream draws to a close; somehow my fingers (their flesh) perfectly reunite with the flesh they had somehow torn from, almost like a strong magnetic pull that “melts” the flesh back together and at the same time, having a sort of flowing effect (hard to explain), almost like pouring a glass of water into another but more of a sort of jelly-like rejoining.

      Just prior to fully waking, my hand is perfectly whole again (better than ever) although it is very cold (and slowly coming back to life) and with a chalky powder around the fingers where the worst damage was. Of course, no scars will result, since the flesh flawlessly “melted” back together again.

      Updated 04-20-2017 at 10:54 AM by 1390

      Tags: fingers, hand, melting
    14. Over the Cliff (visually precognitive)

      by , 04-19-2007 at 10:19 AM
      Morning of April 19, 2007. Thursday.

      My family and I are back at the apartment we used to live in about two years ago. However, our mentally disabled neighbor (to the south of us in real life on Barolin Street, in the halfway house) lives across the street in a semitrailer, but there is only a vague scene where he appears making some sort of loud animal noises as he does in life, but only for a short time. The semitrailer seems to be completely empty but he still lives there. (In real life, he had shouted gibberish at random times day and night , so it is possible he shouted once or twice and it became part of my dream.)

      There are not many buildings around other than the four-block apartment complex we live in in-dream. The other three units have not been lived in for a long time, and I get this strong feeling that the whole area is going to eventually become part of a new development project within a month or so (this aspect turned out to be precognitive as well as the other precognitive layer described below). The area is completely different to real life, though. The four-block set of units is actually right on the edge of a cliff in a sort of triangular section with our apartment seeming the most safe. Actually, the ground has fallen out from underneath a couple of them already, making them unsafe. The apartment we live in is actually closest to the slightly curved road and there is the idea that the other apartments are not even safe enough to walk around in now. There is also a newer road below, part of it going directly under the apartment complex area. I soon notice that I can actually look through the window of one of the empty apartments and look down and see through gaps in the floor and down to the road below, where I notice a truck passing underneath.

      I have a strong awareness that the owner of the place has not done any maintenance for a few years. I am also aware that there are stoves and refrigerators in the other apartments, but in poor condition. I put my hand on the outer wall of one of the apartment units, and there is almost immediately a rumbling, and dirt falling from everywhere around the unit. The whole apartment unit collapses down off from the cliff to the more solid ground below. It is about four stories down. This - from one brief touch of my hand.

      I start to become more concerned about our own living area. Surely it must be fairly safe? A woman of about forty appears at around the same time I start to wonder about our apartment. Sure enough, when I start to open the front door, our whole apartment starts to fall to the ground below.

      However, all is not lost. The woman has a cardboard box, and, with no logic or sense whatsoever, manages to safely catch all of our belongings in the box before the dust settles. The idea that even a small portion of our belongings would not have fit in the box (let alone being able to be caught as the whole building was falling) never even crosses my mind. I am just glad we still have all of our possessions with no damage whatsoever - and of course, we also managed to fall from the cliff (staying in standing position) without being injured as well.

      Interestingly, this dream has turned out to be precognitive on two levels and exact in terms of some of the imagery; a day later, there was something about houses in Canada falling in the same manner as in my dream, and it was something I had not been thinking about or had seen on television recently up to the time of my dream.
    15. Escaping World War Three

      by , 03-19-2007 at 10:37 AM
      Morning of March 19, 2007. Monday.

      In this dream, I am in a public area, and in a different country. It seems it may be the northern area of Syria. A lot of people are around. For some reason, Sam Neill, the actor, is there. He has a large boat to help people escape from the coming war. There is also a girl (from Tel Aviv?) with him. She is wearing a Star of David patch on her dress or blouse, but is told to take the symbol off, as she will not be safe in any part of the world with any group of people (during the war) if she keeps it. I believe she takes off the patch and puts it in a pocket or wraps it in a scarf. There is also a teenage male on the boat, but he plays such a small role, I am hardly ever aware of him.

      A Syrian man (about forty years old) approaches me. He asks me where I am living, and for some reason, I state that I am living on the Saudi Arabia / Iraq border, which seems quiet and suitable in my dream, curiously enough. He informs me that he will go and get a gun for me to help protect myself as I am leaving the country. I wait outside and overhear him say something about me being gullible in my belief that he would do this, but the word is not “gullible”, it is something else I am not sure of, a short word which seems to express a few ideas at once, something to do with word play on “assaulting” (assaultin’) and “sultan”, I think. There is a point at which a large cloud of black smoke rises in the distance.

      I later see a large television on display to the public and the news is on, showing scenes of smoking, damaged buildings with text (lower on the screen) “Beginning: World War III”. However, the news announcers seem very calm. I decide to go on the boat to “escape”. There are only very few people on the boat with Sam Neill as captain.

      The “logic” of my dream makes absolutely no sense with regard to travel. The large boat is able to travel over land and even through buildings. In fact, somehow, during a couple similar or “reset” scenes, we even manage to get through a narrow checkout in what seems to be a small grocery store in Australia. At times, we are on water, but there is supposedly no flood to justify how the boat goes through different buildings to different countries or travels as it does.

      We knock aside some military vehicles, one being a colorful semitrailer truck. It is not clear to me who is doing the most fighting or even what the war is about. It just seems that every country is at war with every other country and even different armies of certain countries are against each other.

      We go into a whirlpool and we go down through a subterranean system of rivers, which are almost perfectly round. There is some concern that we will reach a dead-end and not be able to go back. At one point, we go through a palace in India where I notice intense-appearing women that gaze at us suspiciously - and the boat even goes down the front flight of stairs before going back into a larger body of water.

      Finally, we end up in an area in which I am trying to work out if we are just west or east of Canada. It seems more like it is near Alaska, on the west side of Canada. There is a smaller cylindrical iceberg in the water, which is where I will be living until the war is over. The area is peaceful and beautiful. I expect to see airplanes or smoke along the horizon, but everything is clear and blue here.
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