Blue_Opossum

Morning of April 19, 2016. Tuesday.



There is some very intense sensuality and lovemaking several times throughout this dream of the type that leaves me intrigued, but it also has a science-fiction-like plot.

I seem to be some sort of watchman (in mostly casual clothes; no uniform) for a particular unknown and unfamiliar city in possibly the distant future. It has something to do with making sure no one goes near or uses any reactors, along with things relating to electricity and “old” technology.

There is a point at which I discover someone had started to utilize a reactor and I go to investigate. It seems that time had somehow shifted or I am in the “wrong” town. A man (unknown) in a policeman’s uniform (including a helmet) tells me that the town is going to utilize the reactor when I warn them it is against the present federal laws and that there may be radiation that will make many people ill over time. He does not agree and asks me for identification. He even pulls a gun on me. We argue a bit and I continue to tell him that it is my responsibility to be a watchman of this town.

Finally, after he makes a couple other comments, I just firmly say “No…no…I am the ultimate authority here! I am!” and shoot him in the forehead twice. The people do not really react but the reactor is shut down. (As a reactor would represent conscious energy entering the dream, not lucidity but possibly just waking up, it seems I prefer to stay in the dream state at this point.)

There is a (one of several) lovemaking scene with Zsuzsanna with me on my back in an outside area, seemingly on concrete and near a man-made river. One human witness appears. There are also several wild animals nearby; lions and bears and such. I say, trying to sound somewhat friendly, “aw…go away now…” but the person just stands there looking at us curiously until the large wild animals flee from my louder voice and knock them over (into the river) on their way to jumping into the river to “escape” me. They transform into a cluster of large but variously-sized bubbles sailing across the surface of the water to the opposite side. When they transform back, they are all mixed up. I even see a giant skinny frog (about five feet tall) and an oversized male plumed basilisk (about half the size of the frog). They seem to be struggling to pull themselves out of the water. Some of them are still “half-bubble” and a bit melted-looking. I am not sure if any but the frog makes it.

In another lovemaking scene, Zsuzsanna is younger and has a raised butterfly pattern (flight symbol though there is no lucidity at any point) on her back (not a tattoo image, just raised skin which I mostly feel rather than actually see).

In another scene, I am indoors and there are several different females, all unattractive and seemingly arrogant as they lounge about. One is standing at the front of the room like a leader of some sort. A couple of them make sarcastic remarks about me not finding them pleasant to be with, but I pull out a gun and shoot them in the same manner (in the forehead, twice) as the guard from the earlier part of my dream. One of the females seems about six feet tall and is almost completely round and lying on her side on an elevated (about five inches or so) trapezoidal section of the floor. Finally, a young version of Zsuzsanna appears and seems concerned. I tell her that there is nothing for her to be concerned about and we hug intimately and say “okay” back and forth a few times. This is a transition point (a partial awakening and my dream shifting to a different one) that represents unity and coalescence (dream self merging back into whole conscious self). Of all the different types of dream events, hugging has always seemed the most intimate and peaceful, even healing in nature and is much better than the falling transition in my opinion.

I shift to a surreal scene in an unknown apparently elevated city (the time seeming to be mid-afternoon) with someone on a unicycle (my left) and a dwarf in some sort of pedal car (my right). I seem to be on a skateboard or possibly just floating along on air in standing position. We all seem happy and the other two are sort of singing gleefully. We are suddenly blocked by a chain-link fence (liminal space between dreaming and waking). A man about eight feet tall (on the other side of the fence and representing my emergent consciousness in this case) in a 1940s suit and very thin (and reminding me of a thinner version of Lurch from “The Addams Family” with an essence of the Apple Droppers from “Yellow Submarine”, the latter being a downsized waking transition “warning”, that is, the dreamer as a potential falling apple), not menacing at all, cordially opens the gate for us. We continue to ride along but soon see that the edge of the street and sidewalk just stop (like a cliff), thus the fence was more for pedestrian safety it seems. The view of the rest of the city is in the distance and far below. The two other dream characters cannot stop in time and go riding off the edge and shout “Whoa!” and hover in midair for a very short time before falling (like in a cartoon). I feel a sense of hilarity and feel only a vague sense of falling even though I had not gone over the edge (final waking transition event) and seem to now somehow be on a unicycle at the waking point. I find it hilarious that the two other dream characters went suddenly falling instead of me experiencing the direct waking mechanism. This has happened before and I always find it silly and amusing, almost like a “glitch” in the waking process where “I am” (dream self perspective and identity) is for whatever reason instead rendered as “you are” (projected affirmation to a secondary character) even as the transition occurs.