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    1. Angry-looking Eels

      by , 08-18-1973 at 02:18 PM
      Morning of August 18, 1973. Saturday.



      I was in what seemed to be some sort of combination of a small library (for students) and a teacher’s office. At one point, it even seems there is an adjoining laundry. There are at least three overcrowded aquariums. The small, rectangular aquariums are each filled with about five or six small or “baby” electric eels and minimal seaweed around the sides. They appear somewhat menacing and are probably annoyed by having little or no space to move around in. I am not sure why they are in the room, as it seems rather an obstacle to a more comfortable reading environment. There also seems to be a possibility of two or more somehow getting into the washing machines in the adjoining room. There seems to be no direct threat at the time. The “electric eels” in this dream were more like small black snakes, with a spinal protrusion or front-to-back fin like a serrated saw blade. People at the time gave warnings about “electric eels” in El Jobean (Florida), but they apparently did not know what they were talking about, as they supposedly only live in freshwater (not brine) and in South America. However, someone my father knew, after this dream, did require medical attention from an encounter with an eel while fishing at El Jobean (or it could have been a type of catfish - people, especially tourists, sometimes got them confused).



      I believe the imagery of this idea that formed a facet of my dream may have originally came from an issue of Mad or Cracked Magazine (possibly from a less significant part of a larger drawing of a differently-themed article) but I do not presently have the reference.


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      non-lucid
    2. The Giant Bittern (mapped)

      by , 07-01-1973 at 01:01 PM
      Morning of July 1, 1973. Sunday.



      I find myself peacefully moving through a beautiful marshy area (which I think I chose to “step into” during the slowdown of the hypnagogic state). (Water induction.) Over time, my dream’s original setting is slowly integrated with the West Elementary School’s school grounds (where there were no marshy features and where I am no longer a student in reality). (Critical thinking skills cessation). My dream self is presumed corporeal at times and incorporeal or intangible at other times.

      A giant American bittern (composite of premonitory back spasm symbol and anticipatory consciousness shift symbol) is eventually known of (with no discernible backstory) and seen to be present. The bird is about as big as a horse. Mostly while incorporeal, I watch this giant bird stalk a few schoolmates (individually) but there is no attack. Curiously, my schoolmates are seemingly not aware of it even when it is in full view just outside the perimeter of the giant reeds. I do not communicate with my schoolmates at any point. I notice that the marsh features, such as the tall grass, are to the scale of the giant bittern rather than in correct proportion to the school building, school grounds, and banyan tree in the playground.

      The giant bittern does not stalk or even focus on me at any time prior to my waking, and in fact becomes more distant in the final moments. The school grounds become less marshy throughout. (Water lowering as dream cessation metaphor.)



      The lower back spasm waking event was hardly noticeable. It appears that I had a certain level of subliminal control over the metaphorical waking transition and my lower back muscles, as I was not directly jabbed by the bird’s beak (as the waking prompt) as I had vaguely anticipated. There was no point where I was actively lucid. The bittern association came from a pocket book field guide to North American birds, which I had since I was very young.




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    3. Precognitive Disney World “Visitor”

      by , 05-20-1973 at 11:20 AM
      Morning of May 20, 1973. Sunday.



      I am in the Cubitis living room seemingly late at night. I am aware that there may be someone on the carport. Unlike a number of other dreams, I am not wary about answering the door this late at night.

      Going near the door, it seems to open on its own. Looking out into the semidarkness, I see an unusual man who looks more like an artificial form, somewhat cartoon-like but also like a statue. He is holding some sort of lantern with his right hand, at about head level. To his left is an unusual unmoving dog, also which looks like a statue or artificial structure of some kind. I continue to gaze at the sight, the forms not moving but holding a comedic essence.



      When I went to Disney World later on in real life, taken by my sister Marilyn and her husband, a completely unexpected event, imagine my surprise when we went on the Haunted Mansion ride and this imagery was identical to what was seen on part of the ride. I had certainly never seen it before (other than in my dream) and I had never been to Disney World before. In fact, I told a random classmate that I was “going to Disney World” that summer even though I “knew” I was not (and I had said nothing like this to anyone else). How was I to know that my relatives would just happen to come down from Wisconsin and that my brother-in-law would just happen to ask me one morning if I “wanted to go to Disney World”?


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    4. Distorted Playground - Vertical Slide

      by , 05-06-1973 at 11:06 AM
      Morning of May 6, 1973. Sunday.

      Dream #: 2,330-03. Reading time: 40 sec.



      Features of this dream (stemming from vestibular modulation) have occurred many other times, the setting a variation of the playground in Florida from my elementary school. In this dream, it is at least four times bigger. As is typical, there seem to be random members of the public in addition to the students and teachers. I wander around and notice more features than in the real playground. There is a slide (about half the height of the real one) that is almost vertical. I climb its ladder and notice a few classmates carelessly hanging off the sides near the top. I do not feel like going down the “slide” and somehow get off the feature without doing anything physical, perhaps teleporting to the ground, to find myself walking farther south without incident. I do not attempt to use any other playground equipment. I watch from a distance. One feature resembles the monkey bars from the real playground but with a crow’s-nest at the top that seems precarious.


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      non-lucid
    5. The Flying Carpet (with Lucie and Desi Arnaz, Jr.)

      by , 03-24-1973 at 09:24 AM
      Morning of March 24, 1973. Saturday.



      I am standing on a large red “flying carpet” (vaguely associated with the saying “rolling out the red carpet” while in my dream) with golden tassels. I am with the adult son and daughter of Lucille Ball; Desi Arnaz, Jr. and Lucie Arnaz. (Lucille Ball seems vaguely present at times, but this is more like a dream within a dream.) Everything is seemingly going well at first. The flying carpet has an additional part that is like a large pillow on one end. We mostly stand as we ride on it high in the sky, mostly going west in my dream. In the end, the magic carpet must be left behind, as it somehow gets stuck in the ground or between rocks near a parking lot of a shopping mall (which seems to be an area of the school grounds by way of real life association). I see a diagram that is like some sort of X-ray view of how it is partly oriented within the ground, including orientation relative to the direction it was going at the time (south), and with technical notes on how it ended up there.



      This dream is a result of typical dream state autosymbolism by way of vestibular system correlation. Of course, the song “Magic Carpet Ride” is a dream induction influence (especially as its first line is “I like to dream”). It also takes on the dream state indicator analogy of being like a bed. A parking lot is dream state autosymbolism that represents the physical body being inactive in sleep.



      I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.


      Updated 07-04-2018 at 11:37 AM by 1390

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    6. A Different Night of the Iguana

      by , 03-01-1973 at 09:01 AM
      Night of March 1, 1973. Thursday.



      In real life on this day, I am twelve years old and living in Cubitis. My mother tells me that the CBS late movie of this night is “The Night of the Iguana” (from 1964), which sounds interesting to me. I surmise that it is possibly some sort of monster movie or perhaps horror and probably takes place on a small island. I want to watch it, though it is on too late for a weeknight (though my mother allowed me to watch television on a school night if I had had a longer nap, though which I did not in this case), though apparently my mother is going to at least watch part of it and perhaps tell me a bit about it in case it is shown again on a night when it is possible for me to watch it. The television sits in the northeast corner of the living room and when I sleep (from about ten-thirty, the movie starting at eleven-thirty), I dream that the movie involves at least one cat-sized iguana that climbs people’s legs, due to supposedly mistaking human beings for trees, as I had read something of this nature somewhere in real life. One boy (about my age), in particular, needs to remain motionless in several scenes (where nothing happens otherwise).

      My dream version seems to have no ending and my dream-self is not fully integrated into the setting. The next day in real life, I discovered that the movie (much to my puzzlement) was in fact a Richard Burton movie about a defrocked minister becoming a tour guide in Mexico and thus had nothing to do with people remaining motionless while an iguana roamed around - which of course, would not make for much of a movie anyway, as the in-dream events implied that whenever someone moved, the iguana would run to them and climb their leg, the person staying still until someone else in the outside area moved. (This was my first dream of the night before crossing over into the next day.)

      Updated 09-26-2015 at 10:08 AM by 1390

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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    7. Fictional Bathroom (Cubitis)

      by , 02-15-1973 at 08:15 AM
      Night of February 15, 1973. Thursday.

      This was a sparsely recurring (and always uneventful) dream of the bathroom in Cubits and a fictional one directly above it in an implied second storey. This is actually the only type of dream I have had (to my knowledge) where that house supposedly had a second floor - and only the bathroom of this nonexistent second floor ever seemed to be discernible in any way. While only ever in the “real” bathroom, I can see up through holes in the ceiling (caused by disrepair, I think) into the fictional in-dream second-floor bathroom. The toilet is in almost the same location, but slightly to the right. I do not think there is any major trouble with the plumbing (or any sign of larger leakage), but I sense the bathroom does not get much use (which seems logical - as its floor would be unsafe to walk on). Again, oddly, I had never thought at all (in-dream) about any other possible rooms of the fictional second floor.



      Something being higher is most often related to being closer to conscious self identity. The fictional bathroom is on a fictional second floor, and relates to a need to actually use the bathroom.


      Updated 11-30-2016 at 08:34 AM by 1390

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    8. Lost in Pinocchio’s Cave (paranormal) - Christmas 1972

      by , 12-25-1972 at 01:29 PM
      Morning of December 25, 1972. Monday.





      This is a dream from Christmas morning of 1972. At the time I was certain that I was sleeping on the floor of the hallway during several false awakenings (I was actually sleeping on the living room floor fairly close to the Christmas tree and did not remember how I got there) - but of course, that would not have made any sense based on what I was seeing - a very strange and vivid state.

      In my dream, I am pondering, over a very long time (seemingly several hours) on how a new Pinocchio book was sitting on the record shelf along the north wall, being the outermost book (it was actually a record shelf for 33s, not for books) - “It’s probably an unwrapped Christmas present,” I am thinking - but I am too tired (in my dream) to cheerfully get up and check everything on this Christmas morning. I feel dazed (years later, I learned this was precisely a jet-lag feeling I was seemingly experiencing). I was seeing it in a sort of vague half-aware state yet still saw it “clearly” in one sense. Pinocchio was shown from above the waist and seemed to be holding a violin or something (it was actually Hank Snow holding his guitar) - although I sometimes get the impression it is a large wooden mallet. This turned out in real life to be the cover of “The Best of Hank Snow” record album that my hypnopompic states were warping somewhat whenever I opened my eyes now and then and through false awakenings unrelated to the earlier hypnopompia.

      It is also not realistic that I could have even seen this view from supposedly lying on my back in the hallway, fairly close to the back door.

      Over time, a dream within a dream (and more vivid) unfolds, I have the recurring “mystery girl” dream (no mystery - this was the girl whose birth I sensed in 1968 and ended up marrying - from a great distance across the ocean to the other side of the planet - that area and Port Kembla are almost perfectly parallel in a diagonal mean and in each case, the hospital within the same close distance to the beach).

      She seems sad and on the right side of a fictional doorway in the hallway. The doorway leads into a dark fictional room which is reminiscent of a cave - I have had several variations of this dream. I see the glow of a television which seems not bright enough to be a television even in a dark room. Later I am aware it must be the oven in the real-life kitchenette on the other side of the wall. (Ovens sometimes “replaced” dragons in childhood dreams.) We seem to be in some sort of intimate intended “meeting of minds” but it is mostly uneventful - I simply know she “is my wife”, yet I do hear her “mother”/“dragon” growling and snarling in the room with mostly human-like vocalizations. It is as if the girl is “trapped” by the manipulations of her mother even as an adult who wanted to have her own life (this turned out to be true in every way years later). She is beautiful but it is not the “time” - she is very young in real life at the time. My “jet-lag” makes me feel somewhat embarrassed (even this turned out to be true many years later).

      I begin to curiously seem to be in two dreams at the same time (the most has been four simultaneously, to my knowledge). From there, I begin to pantomime the song about Miller’s Cave (only the title for the most part is relevant in this case). Doing a sort of embarrassing pretend-march (rather than just implied normal walking - why march in a cave?) and rather pointless arm movements (almost as if pretending to be a marionette) I look through two sets of eyes at the same time - a very odd awareness - one being “me” there and then in that dream within a dream - the other looking at the supposed Pinocchio book on the shelf thinking I am waking. The echo of the girl’s mother’s growls fade a bit. I sense that she is working on a marionette that I sense is me (first had a similar dream at around age six). Being in the doorway of the “dragon’s” room/cave very briefly I get the impression that Pinocchio is being created in a steel mill in a distant land in the “sizzling fire of the oven”. (Precognition again, my wife’s real father worked in the infamous “Bloodhouse” in Port Kembla.)

      My wife’s mother’s maiden name was Miller (more precognition or telepathy in this case).

      Finally, I wake into a completely different orientation, location, and position than what I thought I was in. I am somewhat disoriented. But I am happy it is Christmas morning.

      This dream confirmed several important elements of my future path in exact detail.

      The real, original version of “Pinocchio” is much different than the heavily “watered-down” Disney movie of which I still like. Part of this dream was almost as if to say “Disney represents modern mainstream ‘ignorance is bliss’ (a common consensus play in general - including "Fantasy World and Disney Girls” I mostly heard by the Captain and Tennille); the real Pinocchio story is very cruel and even he is - his feet are even burned off while sleeping at one point.

      Synchronicity and other connections:

      Hank Snow died on my birthday in 1999 in Madison (Madison is another recurring pattern throughout my life and is a play on Maidstone). However, it was Madison, Tennessee, not Wisconsin. I did not get a Pinocchio book that Christmas, but I did get a View-Master set of the non-Disney story which had the scene of a large snake threatening Pinocchio.

      The “Blue Fairy” of the Pinocchio story is intriguingly like my “Blue Pearl” event (which actually resolved into the Blue Fairy in early childhood - the first time being in Christmas of 1969).

      Does Hank Snow really look like Pinocchio? No…I do not think so (when awake that is)…

      Updated 06-15-2015 at 09:49 PM by 1390 (Enhancement)

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    9. There’s a Bear Outside

      by , 12-17-1972 at 06:17 PM
      Morning of December 17, 1972. Sunday.



      A bear is wandering around in the area near our home in Cubitis. There are no clearer thoughts of my parents or addressing my concerns to them about the bear, as if I do not perceive them as being present (though this is not logical - though many of my childhood dreams were erroneously rendered as such, which may be a natural but vestigial dreaming element, as my parents never left me home alone in reality). I worry about it getting into our house (though this dream has no nightmarish element, only lesser trepidation). At times, it seems of a duller orange coloration, though I think it is a lighter brown (or meant to be) in most scenes. There is a concern which seems to last about a full day and night and there is what seems like at least one “reset”. Throughout this seeming passage of time, I am not aware of any other activities or events.

      Finally, the bear finds her three cubs in our backyard (an event which seems to be taking place early in the morning) and the mood of my dream changes completely into a beautiful sense of peace and love as the bear then seems to radiate a sort of light or light rays like the sun (even though it logically seems as if she would have found them before unless they had recently just strayed into that area coming into the backyard from elsewhere). Two of the bear cubs are in the area between our house and our neighbors’ to the south. The third is closer to his mother on her right side.



      This dream combines two forms of waking symbolism, sunrise waking symbolism and coalescence waking symbolism.



      This dream is a wonderful example of rendering two contrasting ideas in the same scene. The mother bear of course represents my mother (especially as it is this dream’s preconscious factor). The cub directly to her right (in the foreground in my viewpoint of the scene) represents me. Farther to the right in this scene, another cub (in the pair of cubs closer to the neighbors’ yard) is also me, but with the third cub representing Lisa. The two of “us” in this pair farther from the mother bear relates to a real day-to-day activity, though the mother bear is still watching them. (This is really not that different from seeing two versions of someone in a dream, or in fact, seeing oneself in a dream as if invisible or incorporeal or seeing two or more versions of the same pet at the same time.) The bear also remains, in the final scene, in the area where my mother hung clothes in real life.



      “Seeing” my mother as a threatening figure from the viewpoint of my dream self (prior to resolving the association in the last act) is really not that unusual. However, there were a number of dreams where the animal symbolism was not resolved as such and seemed limited to biological factors, that is, being “warned” about a potential animal-related event as a biological safety mechanism rather than having an “interpretation”. (I am fairly certain that if a dog dreams about being pursued or attacked by a large animal that the meaning is literal and preparatory, not symbolic.)



      There was a precognitive thread in this dream as well. About a day after this dream, I had gotten, from my older sister Carol, a package containing a number of plastic model kits. One of them was “Black Bear and Cubs”. There were two cubs in the kit, and the bear was not golden, but the associations where very similar.



      Updated 01-27-2018 at 05:08 AM by 1390

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    10. Dreams Explained: Cage from the Sky (Tasmanian Devil)

      by , 11-04-1972 at 05:04 PM
      Age 11. Morning of November 4, 1972. Saturday. About 8:00 a.m.

      Dream #: 2,147-07. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



      My emerging consciousness and waking-life identity exist, but I am still dreaming, though I correctly recognize the location of my body as being in bed in my Cubitis home. It is morning.

      An airplane flies over the area, its flight path and linear distance from the front of our house (though as high in the sky) correlating with my school bus route. (I am aware of this correlation as I dream, though it is Saturday. I had let go of my expectation of attending school.) I see the airplane’s underside as it flies from north to south.

      A cage falls from the airplane, though moving slightly east as it falls so that it lands in our front yard about ten feet from my windows. (I vaguely consider it a gift from my dream girl, though possibly a mistaken delivery which replaced my gift with someone else’s). Inside the cage is the Warner Brothers cartoon character, the Tasmanian devil, though he is Pepto-Bismol pink. He seems about my height. He does not make any attempt to escape. I do not perceive him as a threat to me, despite his behavior (like exercising his mouth and waving his arms). I awake with a sense of amusement.



      “Something coming down” is a prevalent dream event as a result of vestibular cortex arousal during the waking process. Associations with flight occur throughout every sleep cycle as a result of my lack of physicality. This status also results in the rendering of a cage in this instance that represents my emerging awareness of how I cannot move my physical body as I sleep.

      The Tasmanian devil, as the cortical arousal simulacrum, represents a visual association and expectation. I often woke around this time to watch “The Bugs Bunny Show.” There are influences from “Devil May Hare” and “Bedevilled Rabbit.” (In some cases, a tornado would represent the process, though it is important to note the Tasmanian devil cartoon character travels about in a miniature tornado.)



      On a personal spiritual level, I saw a Tasmanian devil at a zoo not long after I met Zsuzsanna (my dream girl). I had traveled to Australia by airplane. I only include this because of the correlations. For example, “When Worlds Collide” (1951) had aired the night before (November 3, 1972, though I had chosen to watch “The Valley of Gwangi” again as it was on at the same time). “When Worlds Collide” was the chief influence of my dream “The Pink Planet” from November 6, 1971. It had aired the night before in that case as well. In that dream, a Pepto-Bismol pink twin version of Earth was coming in view as I looked up to see Australia. In my “Wild Weasel” dream from 1969, a “real” Tasmanian devil (called a “weasel” as I did not know what real Tasmanian devils looked like at the time) traveled in a small tornado, and Brenda (validated stand-in for Zsuzsanna) and I hid from it as it remained beyond a frosted glass door (wall mediation).


      Updated 08-25-2019 at 12:35 PM by 1390

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    11. The Man in the Waterfall

      by , 10-03-1972 at 04:03 PM
      Morning of October 3, 1972. Tuesday.



      My dream only involves one main scene over time. An unfamiliar and unknown man is somehow hanging, though horizontally oriented, from within a waterfall, protruding outward from above the waist. There seems to be no indication he is actually hanging onto anything (which at any rate would have to somehow be by his feet). His arms are forward and out as he remains somehow suspended in the waterfall face down, fairly close to where the waterfall begins at the top, as if he was perhaps somehow stuck in rocks from below the waist within the waterfall itself. I get the impression that the scene is being broadcast as a televised special news bulletin (a sparsely recurring situation mostly only in certain childhood dreams). The waterfall is fairly high but narrow. The scene is oriented to where I am seeing the waterfall primarily from the side (but not fully from the side, probably with a thirty degree horizontal rotation towards me), with the water flowing over to my right.

      I seem to be incorporeal and hovering near the scene (and I do not feel threatened or concerned). There does not seem to be any backstory indicating how this situation may have happened. Something about the scene seems very puzzling and wrong (in the sense of its plausibility) but I cannot discern what it is. I keep watching the scene and there is no recall of directly waking.



      If this were my dream, and it is, I would know that water is autosymbolism for the absence of emotion and the essence of sleep and unconsciousness as evidenced by virtually countless commercial recordings that utilize the sound of water for relaxation and sleep inducement, not to mention that water induction is my most common form of dream state initiation, having occurred at least once per normal sleeping period for over fifty years. I would understand that autosymbolism would likely be rendering the thought, “I think I would like to remain in sleep longer”, thus sustaining it as a man being halfway within a waterfall when circadian rhythms dictate the waking transition and despite the dominant variant of otherwise very common water lowering waking symbolism.

      I would also realize that I am subliminally attempting to control vestibular system ambiguity (which naturally occurs in REM sleep) by “holding” the illusory avatar in one position within water (sleep) to block the otherwise natural falling sensation or waking start.

      I might question the intelligence or motive of someone who cannot understand the indispensable distinction between subliminal threads of the conscious self identity focusing on and attempting to hold onto, prolong, or vivify the dream state and the incomplete evanescent dream self attempting to recall or discern waking life.


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    12. The Moose In My Front Yard (in Cubitis)

      by , 08-27-1972 at 02:27 PM
      Night of August 27, 1972. Sunday.



      I had been sleeping (in my dream) in my bedroom in Cubitis, with my bed along the west wall (as it is in reality). I hear a noise outside, possibly from near the entrance to our carport. I look out and see a large moose in our front yard, more to the north and facing south and not that far from the front of our house. There is a vivid awareness of it. Even though it is late at night and dark, I am still aware of its form, though it mostly appears in silhouette. It seems to be chewing on Spanish moss or possibly has a “beard” of Spanish moss. I do not see it as any sort of threat. Even though I find it curious, I eventually “go back to sleep” without waking from my dream.



      Rather than pretending that the moose in this dream is some sort of “omen” or “symbol” (though most people probably know what I think of the nonsensical superstitious type of dream “interpretation” by now), I know it was mainly influenced by the cover of “Peter’s Moose” (by Hughie Call, originally published in 1961), a book I had read again prior to this dream. It was usually on my bookshelf near a copy of “George Washington’s Breakfast”. My best friend Toby also had these two children’s books in the tiny bedroom of his family’s mobile home west of Highway Seventeen. As the emergent consciousness factor, it directly relates to the awareness of reading a book and the critical thinking skills of which do not viably exist in the non-lucid dream state.




      Updated 05-17-2017 at 01:19 PM by 1390

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    13. The Pink Machine Gun (Augmented Revision)

      by , 07-29-1972 at 03:29 PM
      Night of July 29, 1972 to morning of July 30, 1972. Saturday night to Sunday morning (my dream had at least two “resets” and recurrences).



      Finding things or validating unfamiliar scenes directly after dreaming specifically of them (typical precognitive and remote viewing hybrid) and with additional meaningful synchronicity:

      Additional notes: While doing more research on my important clarifications and revisions (due to it being one of thousands of records that for me validate remote viewing and precognition hybrids - the main governing purpose of dreams), I discovered an additional oddity. This dream was obviously, in part, influenced by “War of the Worlds” (1953), seen earlier this day (July 29), as well as part of the “Miss Universe Beauty Pageant” prior to sleeping. What I found was that “War of the Worlds” originally premiered on July 29, 1953 in Atlantic City, New Jersey. However, my seeming placement in New Jersey at one point in my dream may actually be due to my association with Spooky the Tuff Little Ghost’s supposed “New Joisey” accent, and the television station likely showing it on this date purposely as an anniversary tribute (otherwise the odds are 1 in 365 by chance alone). Even so, it does imply synchronicity for me, albeit, in a more subtle way.

      The Pink Machine Gun:

      In my dream as a boy (age eleven, and during summer break), I had a toy machine gun that I was somehow able to defend myself with against invading hostile aliens (even though it did not fire “real” ammunition in-dream - it just made that clacking sound) - though the events sometimes seemed to be in the early 1950s (I do note 1953 on one billboard) as if out of a movie - and at times, perceived from a secondary perspective (for example, I watch myself look over a precipice at one point, viewing this from a lower perspective). At one point, the aliens seem to be “invading” a beauty pageant, yet remain mostly unseen. They are more human in appearance than the ones from “War of the Worlds”.

      The toy machine gun had that pinkish Pepto-Bismol color like certain other features that were in my dreams at times (often the result of a mild stomachache during sleep), but eventually was a darker green. That (having a toy gun or even a real one and fighting the “enemy”) is probably a fairly common dream theme for a boy (or for that matter, anyone). However, my dream introduced a certain special feeling, an overwhelming curiosity about the real world relative to a certain location and the realization there were areas close-by I had not fully explored. I was also walking through a large round culvert as if going between towns or safer locations (though the one near our house in reality, you could only crawl through with difficulty).

      I suppose aliens actually represent everyman from my view - or “normal” people and mainstream consensus. Because of my continuous so-called unusual and unexplainable experiences over every day of my life, even more so due to their continuous additional validations (thus discounting the typical “imagination” or “coincidence” cop outs), it makes sense that I see a greater part of the human race as “alien”.

      In real life, solely due to my dream, I was compelled by the dream “residue” to explore our culvert in Cubitis. I had never been down to and certainly not inside the one in the front area of our house but I decided to try it. In the very middle (and I had to crawl in - my mother warned me later not to go in there again due to possible pesticide runoff) and found a section of a toy machine gun; the handle and some other parts that looked fairly old and a larger spring, the remains of which had the “presence” of what I had actually felt in my dream. I kept it for a few weeks out of curiosity but eventually threw it out. How it got in there, especially that far, I have no idea, probably a boy that had lived in the area years prior - an engraved date on one piece was 1953. The concrete block house itself was fairly new, newer than the culvert and highway.

      Updated 06-15-2015 at 10:40 AM by 1390 (Enhancement)

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    14. Indoor Ziggurat Tomb

      by , 07-08-1972 at 01:08 PM
      Morning of July 8, 1972. Saturday.

      Dream #: 2,028-02 and 2,028-03. Reading time: 2 min 16 sec.



      I seem to be in Arcadia, but before my dream fades, I may have been in Chicago. (At one point, a fictional “Long Pond, Chicago” is discerned as if Chicago was a state). (The setting seems bilocated with the Cubitis house’s living room, though the ceiling would be too low to resolve as such in reality.) It is part of a big clothing store in an area where many other shops line the street. Inside the main building, which seems to be a part of Walgreens, but with glass counters like ones in a jewelry store in most parts of the huge room, is a “model” (but still about twelve feet high or more) ziggurat near the center of the room. This ziggurat almost reaches the very high ceiling and seems made of lead and iron. It is mostly black, with horizontal darker gray and red parts, with sparse truncated silvery ledges, though more like a square pyramid with steps (of about fifty-five degrees) on all four sides. (I later see the view from above as my dream fades.)

      A presumably deceased male of about thirty, in a black business suit, is in a casket-like structure directly connected to the inner area of the top of the undersized “ziggurat.” There seems to be a reason for this regarding the man being a manager of the stores (in being “at the top” as associated with having authority). In the last scene, I am looking down at the top of the ziggurat from above and seeing myself ascending the stairs as if my perception is floating within an incorporeal form. There is uncertainty in climbing to the top but no fear. (Coincidentally, Walgreens was, according to one source, founded in Chicago in 1901, the year my father was born, though we had never lived in Chicago. I had no idea who the man was. The idea of “revival” comes to mind, but I cannot decide if it is relating to music or bringing the businessman back to life.)

      In another dream later in the morning, there is something about confusion over the name Irving and the act of carving. It sets off a “game-like” song about Washington Irving (the writer) and George Washington Carver (the scientist). Vaguely, I am trying to force myself to remember what the fictional act of “irving something” (such as wood or stone) means. It may be a type of carving, but with thinner layers, I reason.



      Additional notes (added in April 2014): “Concert 10 was a rock concert at Pocono International Raceway in Long Pond, Pennsylvania on July 8 and 9 of 1972. The event attracted an estimated 200,000 people who were met with cold inclement weather, replete with rain and mud. The general atmosphere of the concert was compared to the Woodstock Festival of 1969. Concert 10 represented a successful revival of the American summer rock festival after the repeated failure of U.S. festivals during the previous two years.”

      “Concert production was handled by Concert 10, Inc. First time concert producers Irving Reiss, vice president of the Candygram Company…”



      My dream self climbing the steps indicates a subliminal effort to return to consciousness. The corpse at the top of the structure is a distorted perception of my sleeping body (a dream sign of the first level). See my series, “Staircase Autosymbolism and Dream State Mediation” for important revelatory notes on dreams of this nature.


      Updated 01-05-2019 at 09:57 AM by 1390

      Tags: ziggurat
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      non-lucid , memorable
    15. Dune Buggy

      by , 06-17-1972 at 12:17 PM
      Morning of June 17, 1972. Saturday.



      In my dream, which is fairly long but with no real plot, I am somehow in control of a dune buggy (or “dune buster”) that is a full-size version of the Sand Crab model I had gotten as a gift months before. I am mostly disembodied yet somehow still the “driver” of the vehicle, usually “flying” or floating to the left of the dune buggy from at least five feet away, sometimes more. It seems to be early afternoon for the most part. The setting does not seem to be a beach, but rather a large desert-like region (though still with the sense that the ocean may be around at some point even though I contemplate the Sahara Desert in the back of my mind). There are no people around at any point.

      A desert in this case, as associated with a beach, seems to represent the liminal state between sleeping and waking, that is, the ocean (of the unconscious) and the day to day waking reality. This “beach” is much larger than a typical beach. My dream did seem long and with many partial awakenings. Sand dunes have appeared in a number of my dreams and seem to represent the changes of the dream state itself, as well as sand also being associated with coalescence.
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      non-lucid
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