Blue_Opossum

Morning of August 15, 2018. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,867-03. Reading time (optimized): 3 min 30 sec.



My dream begins with a non-lucid focus on “searching while sleeping,” which stems from the subliminal choice to appease the preconscious (which does not dominate this dream at any point, only several mutable precursors) in the mode of infra-awareness and infra-mediation (vivified dream self presence and dream creation and control without awareness of being in the dream state). My dream’s template and progression have occurred many times since early childhood, and its essence is established and familiar. The purpose of the dream self is to find its way back to conscious identity for reunification and waking life temporality (sense of time and viable physicality) while investigating the dynamics and artifacts of sleep (for which digging is a metaphor).

I am aware of others looking for small gold nuggets on a riverbank (yellow or gold is an emerging consciousness precursor), though the water induction factor is not perceived. (The river is understood to be there, but I never see it. I am mostly facing away from it.) By digging in the soft dirt with my hands, I find what I think might be small pieces of gold, but the others claim that there is no gold where I am looking. The area I am digging in in a later scene is like the face of an embankment, a virtual cabinet of dirt. I find some big oblong crystals, including matte yellow, transparent blue, and colorless transparent - implied to be silver, but they tell me it is not gold and is probably without monetary value. I consider keeping them because of how beautiful they are.

I dig into an area and reach what seems to be the surface of a floor (even though I am still on the river bank), only about three feet down. I uncover a swag. I perceive it as belonging to one of the inmates of the prison that has been underground for many years. I open the cloth bundle to find several items. One item is a 15 cm ruler of thin metal and a central open area to each edge. There are a few small engravings on it, one featuring two soldiers walking. The number 1086 appears near one corner. I first think that might be the year it was produced but then consider it could not be. I am somewhat annoyed that what I am finding is probably from the 1940s or later. One of the unknown men, sitting on the riverbank, says he will give me $20.00 for it. I accept his offer.

I find an unusual long panel with three celebrity images. One of them is Aretha Franklin (with an obituary). Another is Mama Cass Elliot. The third is Frankie Laine. I tell one of the men that the year seems to be 1968. He says, “I’ll give you $7.00 for it.” It is lower than I expected, but I accept it. I continue to dig. With difficulty, I use a thin sheet of metal to dig what now seems like compact beach sand. The scene changes again, and digging becomes easier.

Next, the preconscious precursor is female. I dig up several convict bodies from when the burying of the prison occurred. She seems perplexed and goes to get the authorities upon this discovery. (This is illogical as the area’s contents are already known.) The bodies are of miniature people, the size of big dolls, no more than two feet in height. (The “corpses” are dream state indicators, reactive representation of taking the self out of deeper sleep, which a doll also represents as autosymbolism for my body being inactive while asleep.)

I find many more items and sell some of them. Numerous members of the public sit on the riverbank. I look at two stacks of what seem to be Mad Magazines but are erroneously from Warren Publishing. Even though I had every Mad Magazine and Warren publication from 1969 to 1979, it seems many of the issues are unfamiliar. An unknown man shares my interest. There is no damage from being in the ground so long. The man cheerfully comments “1979,” as we discuss what he is reading. I am in the emerging consciousness stage. Finding books or magazines reflects my desire to be able to read (cognitive arousal). (Its original purpose was to remain in a dream with conscious awareness to intentionally read.)

Dream state indicators reach the first level. The next item found is an old mattress that belonged to a prisoner. There is a cylindrical hole in the center of it. A man (from the previous scenario) and I joke about how the prisoner used it to satisfy his desires.

I dig more and find a small plastic ride-on toy that seems to be a blue futuristic motorcycle. (It is projected vestibular modulation. It is the same cue as a flight symbol in thousands of other dreams.)

My dream reaches the ambiguous indoor-outdoor amalgam stage. Even though I am on a riverbank, I am simultaneously in a house with a wooden floor. There are many compartmentalized shelves opposite the river in a big area with wooden blocks for children in each shelf compartment. It all seems to be mine to sell now, though I remain puzzled. Many people start making offers as I slowly wake.

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