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Date of Dream: SUN 19 JAN - 2020



Dream No. 640 - Separated Sections

Dream 640 A - Twisted Science Class
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was back at my high school and was in science class with my year 11 physics teacher. There was various classmates from my high school life in the scene with me. Mrs C. was talking to the class and asking them to remember some sort of line and dot formation that she had drew up on the board. She then rubbed it out soon after and the middle part of the dream was where everyone got a blank peace of paper and had to redraw the formation as best they could.

Mrs C. had entered the room again and asked each student to come up to the white board and draw their formation. First up I can remember was CN. Shortly after though, I came up and interrupted her while she was still doing it because I didn’t think she was doing it right. I took the orange whiteboard marker off her and drew the formation as accurate as possible. CN had returned to her seat but she and the other students were all pointing and laughing at me, and so was Mrs C. There was a scene after but I have forgotten what happened for the rest of the dream.

Dream 640 B - Recovery Rules
I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my old house and I was talking to my brother. I was asking him some questions about himself and he would answer them. Though with each question, the dream seemed to make the topic get more sensitive. I ended up asking him a question about some sort of lines on his neck area which were whiter than the rest of his skin and were very obvious, and almost like some sort of orderly, geographical pattern.

For no particular reason, my brother got really nasty and became really angry from me asking this question. In a panic, my response to him was “But this is how you’re supposed to get a girlfriend if you’re looking for one! You let them ask you these kinds of questions and get to know you better!”. My brother wasn’t having any of it and was still going off at me; I ended up walking away.

I was now in my current house and was inspecting my high school winter uniform which seemed to be heavily stained with food. I took it into the front room where the ‘washing machine’ was in this dream. In-fact, the washing machine and the fireplace heater were the same complex; the heater was at the front and the washing machine was this hole at the back of the box unit. Though I was worried that if the heater was still working and the winter uniform went into the washing machine part, it would burn to smithereens. My mum came though and she showed me how to turn off the heater; it was a similar way to real life but more difficult as well.

Later on the dream, I was outside in some sort of small courtyard but I wasn’t shown in the scene yet. It was rather just the scenery of the courtyard and I was speaking above it as if these were my own thoughts playing out. The incident with my brother had greatly affected me and I was addressing the methods that I could use to recover from the situation. I said something like “If Bo--- is there to help you, you must wear summer uniform for 6 hours. If Bo--- is not around to help you, then you must wear winter uniform for 6 hours or summer uniform all day”. This is with the assumption that the incident happened in the morning.

I then actually walked out into the scene. I looked down and noticed I was wearing my summer uniform but the dress was more thin and breezy than in real life. I thought to myself I’d want to wear winter uniform but there were two reasons I decided not to. It was still in the washing machine and I already had the summer uniform on, so I could just wear it for the rest of the day. My mum then walked into the scene and she was wearing the same clothes as before, a blue house tank top with black tracksuit pants. She was talking to me but I didn’t exactly hear her, but I knew it was about the incident with my brother.

I was then prompted by energy in the dream to look up towards the sky. A hologram appeared to form a sub-scene and it ended up being Edward (Ed) B. However, in this dream he was not a voice actor. He was a therapist and he was shown to be sitting in his office but just in a dark grey t-shirt and light grey cap, along with his default glasses. Once again, I could only see his mouth moving and him gesturing and not hear him. Once again though, I knew he was telling me how I could handle the situation from now. I then realised that I had made the right choice to remain in summer uniform because I could just shorten the amount of time I would wear it back to 6 hours.

Back to the main scene of the dream, my brother is with us and he gets a phone call from one of his friends from university, saying that they want him to come and see them at Wandin where they are staying. It was stated though that he had to be a part of a band if he was to get a room. Even though my brother still didn’t like me, I had an idea which could work. I suggested that I could be the lead singer but then I could pretend to call sick on the day and back out because he didn’t want me there. Both my mum and my dad then asked if Wandin would be affected by the bushfires as there were heaps of trees in that area. When the dream then showed my mum and dad talking in the kitchen about the news, I woke up and my parents were in-fact talking about trees, in the kitchen.


Dream 640 A
Dream Guide: None
Lucid?: No

Dream 640 B
Dream Guide: EBo
Lucid?: No

I'm venturing on an unknown street, can't remember where I was coming from.., it's night time. I passed a sign on the right side of the street, I take a quick look, it's sort of educational, but wait I saw a middle finger picture on it?!. At this moment I'm looking 360 *, like if I have eyes on the back of my head, about 3 feet away, letters are mixed hallway letters and the rest pictures. I Walk back, to take a closer look. All lettering and pictures keep changing, I say: yes! is a dream!, I look in the dark sky, with a bright moon semi-covered w/clouds.., "thank God" I start rubbing my hands together, (for the first time in a while!) about 3 sec. dream time.
Now I keep walking in the opposite direction. I say on my head: "Now let's feel the wind!! ". A comforting cool breeze arrives, fresher than normal WL temperature, I could feel it on face and arms..It's pitch black..Did I close my dream eyes??
Then dream shifts, I Appear inside one of those huge dinosaurs, inflatable suits. My perception shifts outwards, I'm looking at a cropped view of it, the neck, I know I'm inside... now what?? I started waking up around 3. I hear the dream clue from my phone right afterwards...
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Just read the red text if you want to read about my new flying technique.

I'm playing football on my old school's football field. I'm the goalkeeper. I'm playing and running up with the ball even tough I'm the goalkeeper. There is a corner-kick and I grab the ball directly. There is another corner and when I try to kick the ball away it doesn't go far away at all, about 5 meters. One of my teammates kicks the ball far away.

Me and my team are playing basketball against a colored team. I'm the goalkeeper and we have a small football goal instead of a basket. Each time I get the ball I try to throw it directly into the other team's basket from our goal. Every time I throw the ball, it would hit the basket if I threw twice as hard (the ball is in the right direction). I run up with the ball alone and try to dribble them and succeed with some of the dribbles. When I throw the ball it's disappointing. I can't throw hard enough, even if I try to with all my strength it won't reach their basket. I have a grudge against one of the other team's player. In the last part of the match the other team kicks the basketball and it goes really fast into our goal. I think they should not kick the basketball.

I wake up in my parents' bed and think about whether this is a dream or not. I pinch my nose and try to breath in. I manage to breath in but I have all this mucus in my nose so I blame the mucus that I'm able to breath in. I try to pinch my finger through my palm but it doesn't work. I try to fly a little bit but it doesn't work. I walk to the garden and my older sister and Therese are there. There are many flowers in different shapes and colors, I remember the color pink mostly. Therese says that flowers can be created by humans and that every human got their own color. The color the human owns determines the color of the flowers that the human can create. Me and my older sister says to Therese that humans can't create flowers and she agrees with us. I go to the kitchen and cook some hamburgers. The person I disliked from the basket comes into the kitchen but in another human shape. Now he's blonde and good looking instead of dark colored and afro hair. I start to wrestle him and sit on his leg in a way that it hurts much. He resists me and we stop. I look on the hamburgers and there is only one hamburger in the frying pan. There are two more hamburgers next to the frying pan on some paper. I'm about to put them on when the blonde suddenly throws the hamburger in the frying pan onto the ceiling. My dad is in the other room and I tell him about the blonde who ruined our dinner. Dad says that it's my own fault. I go away and think to myself. "This would never happen in real life!". I realize this would never happen in real life and that it's a dream. I go outside and fly out of the gate. I always have to jump a little bit so I get power to start flying. I fly over a city I have never been in before. I remember my goal about creating fire in my hands. I hold my hands in front of me as I fly and do a quick hand motion and expect there to be fire. There are bright orange flames over my fingers and I'm excited that it worked so well. I feel my speed increase as I have fire over me. I'm on the ground again. I think about combining my flying power and fire power. The results are astounding. As told before, I always have to jump or fall from a tall place to get the power to fly and it goes really slow when I start flying. This time I took some power from the ground and jumped as I called the flames. I burst into the air with incredible speed! I'm so happy and think about what more elements I could use to increase my powers. I think about water and try to call water as I accelerate some more. There is a water wave splashing around me as I call the water and get increased flight speed. There are water over my fingers and I become a different person. There is a big fire monster by a burning building by the water. I become a giant woman (not intentionally) that is made out of water and extinguish the fire monster and the flames. Suddenly I become another giant person and I'm holding the water woman in my arms and I think she is cute. I think to myself: "How could anyone ever want this moment to disappear". I just hold her for a while and then I decide that this moment has come to an end. I become the water woman again (not intentionally) and decided to transform to my normal form again. The view changes to third person from 50 meters away and I become a giant naked woman with some water goggles on instead. The dream fades slowly and I come to my human body. I feel how relaxed my body is and I try to reenter the dream but realize I'm not sleepy.

Notes: Two days ago I watched a series about football. That's why I dreamt about football. Yesterday I heard someone say that everyone has a natural color to their hair. That's why I dreamt the flower part.

...after some other dream scene, I'm in a dark street, a man is yelling as he's pointing to some bug: "there it is!, it was in our boat before!" The insect keeps moving but I could hardly see it. Then I change the view to a house, couple of feet away, seems more like a building with a big garage. I focus on it and I see some creature, with long extremities crawling on the wall; the man insists on catch it, but I think to myself: "he should leave it alone, he could harm it". I see clearly now! the man grabs a frog, it's all striped black and goldenrod, from head to toe, it changes in size (of course I'm fixing my attention on it). He puts wheels on all extremities, starting with the left hand. He's planning on getting inside the amphibian, which is now bigger than him, so he decides to ride it!

In the dream, my mom is complaining about how dirty the van is, as she starts wiping down the upholstery and around the dashboard..apparently was left a mess after some previews trip, according to her.
This van reminds me of the one we used to have in NJ., a 1972 Ford!, a heavy-duty mechanic steering wheel, a real workout!...back to the subject, I sat on the passenger seat, and of course my mom is driving. ( , my mom doesn't drive until this day. IWL). As she starts driving, I see at the distance, a huge bridge, more like the George W. B. This bridge is only 3 wide lanes, and the floor is wooden boards ??! and mom takes the middle.
I start noticing there are missing boards on the bridge, and the tension starts to build up inside me.
Then I feel couple of bumps here and there, we're not going too fast, about 30 to 40 mph. The gaps between the wooden boards are getting bigger and bigger, now I'm really tense.. Then my attention gets fixed on how we will be able to make it through an incoming gap, about 1 foot wide; so now I feel we're stuck... I look in front, there aren't any boards on all three lanes, only some type of iron rails dividing them , but I could glance at what it seems the other side of the bridge; one or two-man are standing couple hundred feet apart from us..
We're hanging in the bridge, so desperate need, my mom goes on reverse (well, my intention goes R..)
Mom steps on the gas with no hesitation..all the way! I start thinking shit! the incoming traffic, I see cars zooming by, we're recklessly driving on R. to where the bridge started and beyond..
We finally slow down after about half mile. My vision and perception zooms in and out of the van, video camera like, I see cars fast and slow-motion simultaneously, trafic is coming as close as 12 in. apart..
Next thing I know, the police arrives with multiple cars, I think cameras on the bridge must have seen that scene
A female accompanied by other two police officers approach us calmly by the side of the road, and I see no guns out. Then mom says: " I want to report to that officer, I trust that one!" (nothing personal).. I raise my hands up behind my head, submissively
My sister and my aunt arrive to the scene, as Im signing some card. I noticed my signature blurs out as I write.

Basic ii -sneak up on DCs - Succeded!
In the dream, I'm at school, in a classroom that seems to be 3rd grade. but wait! I think to myself, I finished High School and College, why am I here..??
Then 3 girls come to my desk and I get distracted.. They started putting glue or more like slime on my desk, one of them mixes some brown and black paint on it, and tells me this is a cake for you..! As I intended to do an RC. splaaattt!! goes all over my face! I remained calm and think to myself, "This is just a dream", immediately I remembered the basic II task. I stand up, raising my both hands up, just like a lagune monster emerging from a swamp. Then I see a group of boys and I do a loud gggroooaarrr!!! they all start running away, knocking some desks down..
Then the teacher starts yelling, "What is this mess?!!" I started wiping my face off like if nothing has happened. co

It all begins outdoors, on the top of a mountain, semicovered with ice.. I'm observing a veteran is getting ready to go down a steep hill, a couple of hundred feet down. He's not even well covered, just wearing a t-shirt and black shorts, he's also barefoot!. He sits on the floor, starts scooting with hands and feet, and takes off!, he gains speed quickly, then he hits a bumpy curve and bounces up and down, and I think to myself "that must hurt". He's laughing and going all the way down.

Another DC appears and wants to do it as well...He is about 20 years old, he's well protected with gloves, jacket and padded pants, and has one of those go PRO cameras. He is going down the hill on his stomach?!... I only see when he takes off quickly.

Now I'm at the bottom of that steep big hill. There is a rectangular wooden box enclosed, where the two DCs ended up! I could see, and feel what is like inside the box. DC 1 and 2 are facing down, one after the other, and can't move much inside. Then I get that claustrophobic feeling! terrifying...!
the young DC is calling someone's name, but there isn't any answer. I glance outside the box and there seems to be a building... I go back inside the box, and I can't take that feeling anymore... I decide to tear the box apart so they could get out.!

Dream 1:
Involved me and my family moving into a new house, in a very fancy neighborhood. My room had an incredible view of the sea, and at night the full moon reflected off the water and through the windows, bathing my room in blue, teal, purple, and pink light that danced on the waves.

Dream 2:
Okay, this one’s going to be quite long so buckle up. The perspective of this one is also confusing- I was watching a tv show, but it was in the first-person perspective and I was the main character.

I’m a rifleman with incredible aim, due to my ability to perceive things that happen quickly as happening more slowly. Kind of like slowing down time, but only inside my own head.

I’m hunting somewhere in South Africa, when I’m suddenly surrounded by tribal men, and I’m held hostage by them and taken to their camp. One of the other guys there had been cannibalized by the tribe, but managed to survive by putting himself into a “stasis” for over 200 years. He awoke when I got there, and had a tourniquet around his upper left thigh, so the leg could be removed more easily and he could grow it back. That wasn’t the first time he’d had his leg cut off. He told me I could wait out my escape, and he would show me how to put myself into the stasis. Or, I could join the brutal fighting ring set up for the tribe’s entertainment, and fight my way to the top.
Fast forward and I’m holding his limp body in a shallow pool of water, surrounded by fire. I join the fighting ring in his honor, and in an attempt to secure my own freedom. I have to do what it takes, no matter the cost. End of episode one, credits roll.

Episode 2-
I’m transported to the fighting ring. It’s sort of like prison, only mad-max style; All the guys there have a communal food area, and outdoor time, but the majority of the time is spent training to kill each other. The buildings are all made with scrap metal patchwork, rusty and brown.

I arrive at night, and I’m dropped right inside of the doorway, which is blocked off by fences and chains outside. A giant flood light turns on and I’m briefly blinded, then a chain whips around my back and pulls me inside. I fall on my face and hear everyone laughing at me.

Fast forward and I have a few ‘friends.’ There’s a woman there, who’s one of the fighting coaches, who’s also my love interest. She has mechanical augmented arms. I have nightmares about showing up in the ring, and she’s my opponent. I’m training hard and she’s watching me closely. I’m the only one who’s ever dodged knives thrown at me.

Next episode-
It’s time for my first fight, after a week of training I must kill this man who has throwing knives for his signature weapon. (Everyone there has a unique weapon; I hadn’t decided on mine yet. It’s an aspect of the ring where “the weapon chooses the warrior.”)
All I have is a pocket knife, against this guy who out-ranges me completely. This wasn’t his first time in the ring, either. He had won a few fights before fighting me.

Anyways, it’s time to fight to the death. He begins by throwing his knives, and I begin by dodging all of them. I see them slowing down in front of me, and they become blurry and warped by my vision. I still manage to dodge them and even deflect a few. His last two fly straight at my eyes, and I catch them both. He’s coming at me with his fists now, enraged by my successful dodges. I easily side-step his blows an give him one good slash across the throat. He stops and holds his neck, coughing and sputtering blood onto the sand. I’m now behind him, so I kick the back of his legs and bring him to his knees before stabbing him in the side of the neck, finishing him off. The crowd watching is roaring at my victory. I’m lifted up by my friends, and we celebrate.

I know it is only the first step towards my freedom.
Credits roll.

Dream 1:
I was a sort of groundskeeper for a Boy Scout camp in the woods. It was the last day, and everyone was ready to go home
after a week of camping. I was replacing some paper towels in a bathroom dispenser (the kind where it has the lever you
pull down to dispense the towels) in one of the bathrooms, when I noticed a noise coming to my left side. A giant python
(dream self knew it was someone's pet) had made its way into the bathroom and was coming right at me. Before I could
react, it bit my left arm and was starting to wrap around it. I managed to get it off before it could wrap too tightly, and
I pulled its head off of my arm with my other hand. So there I was, holding this all-black python by its head, bleeding in the
bathroom.
Somehow I ended up making it home while holding onto the snake. I remember a distinct feeling of soreness in my fingers
from clamping down on it's head to stop it from biting me again. It also made no more attempts to constrict me, as its
body just dragged behind the head wherever I took it. I tried many times to kill the snake. One attempt I made, I tried to
twist its neck and snap its head off. I felt and heard the bones crushing, but it didn't die. I also didn't have a free hand to do it
any meaningful harm. I went downstairs and asked my mother for help. We took it into the backyard and I held it taught
as she sawed off its head with my pocketknife. It was such a relief to finally be able to let go of the snake after holding
so tightly onto it for so long.

Dream 2:
I was in the backyard of a very nice house in some tropical / Hollywood-type neighborhood, on the side of a hill.
Other houses stretched far below to a body of water. The person who's house it was wasn't around, as it seems me and my
girlfriend were house sitting and watching their dogs. There were at least seven different dogs there, one of whom was the
leader of their pack. As me and my girlfriend were sitting in the backyard watching them run around and play, one of the
smaller dogs did something it wasn't supposed to. It knew this because we saw it tuck its tail in and run away from the
others. The leader saw this happen and it could not go unpunished. The smaller dog jumped into the pool in the back-
yard and sank to the bottom in an attempt to hide, but it was no use. The leader dog grabbed a double kayak paddle in
its mouth, swam to the bottom, and began to hit the other dog on the side, while they were both at the bottom of the pool.
After it was done with the punishment, it swam back up to the surface and got out of the pool, while the other dog lay there
motionless. We thought it was dead, until a few bubbles emerged from its mouth and floated to the surface. It was a relief to
know it wasn't dead.

I was looking around in my brother's room, and looking closely at a shelf with some photos on it. He came in and started talking with me, then we both looked out his window to see our Dad driving his car up and down the street.
Our house iwl is on a cul-de-sac, so the street was completely different as was his room.
Only it wasn't exactly a car he was driving. I recently watched the 2004 animated movie Steamboy, and I believe this was influenced from that. It was a sort of giant steam engine with regular tires, and it handled like a motorcycle. My brother had made it, so he was annoyed to see my Dad driving it without asking. Debris and bits of the machine were flying off as my Dad did wheelies and donuts around the road. All of our neighbors had their phones out and were recording the event.

It started off as an ordinary dream where I was in a large city at this Bank. I thought about how cool it would be to be a security guard and I became one! Strutting around looking tough and watching out for thugs was the job

Then, something happened that may have implicated me. Perhaps I stole something? I found myself sneaking out the building and then doing a 'runner' to the nearest underground trainstation with police sirens not far behind.

The next minute, the cities behind me and I'm roller blading down the middle median strip of this large highway still escaping, I turned my head and looked back to see a large plume of smoke and flame in the city. What did I do? In front of me there were several large fire trucks speeding towards me. One of them somehow flipped and was sliding towards me. No probs, I just jumped over it as I sped on my way down the hill.

I stopped roller blading and looked to the right of the road. There was a cathedral/temple like building there with large wooden doors. Uphill from the temple there were trees on the bank down from the road with a cleared flat area an acre in size just adjacent. Bordering the flat there was a river meandering through the flat and beyond into the trees. I could see a faint path heading down the bank towards the green grassy flat area and the river.

However, I looked at the doors of the cathedral/temple and became lucid enough to realize, 'I can walk through those'. So I walked through and in doing so, became mostly lucid.

Upon entering there was a gong like sound. Looking ahead of me I was in a large rectangular temple, just one large room. It was artfully decorated but I wasn't really looking at those, my attention was on the far end of the room where a monk life figure was. He had a lion on chain next to him. The chain was perhaps two meters in length. Immediately, I was in a spiritual soul searching mood and went up to the monk.

The lion acted like it wanted to eat me but I overcame the fears, walked right up to the monk and lion. There seemed to be a barrier around me and the lion came to within 6 inches, was stopped and returned back to its master and sat down. I then knelt respectfully and asked the teacher for spiritual guidance as I was struggling with things.

Unfortunately, I don't remember the exact details of all of our conversation. I can remember thinking to myself, 'try and remember Ray! Oh man, I'll never remember all this!'. He solemnly shares half a dozen sentences on life, the 'requiem of the soul' etc. I said how I knew what the right things to do were but couldn't do them..................fast forwarding some blank spots..........'in order too....a Sahgii ( follower ) spends a hour a day meditating in ( Mahdnii )." Wish I remembered more.

Now comes the funny part. All of a sudden, the beast on the chain next to the monk lunged forward and grabbed my crotch in its mouth. I was almost overwhelmed with pain and fear! Still being lucid however, I quashed the fear and called out to the master there while gripping the beasts jaw to relieve the pressure. He called of the beast and said, "oh dear, it seems that ...( name of beast )...has decided that it's time for you to go now. He helped me start to limp towards the door, half bent over from pain. Going towards the door I allow myself to feel a bit angry and it surged up like a tidal wave! I swung around and scream out vehemently that if I ever met that lion again I'd rip him apart with my bare hands! Said this a few times haha. The monk took this in his stride with a calm demeanor and placid smile an continued to help me out the temple.

Once outside we were then walking up the road and started walking on the faint track heading down the bank towards the river. Still a bit in pain, anger gone, I saw the funny side of things and said to the monk, 'he really had my by the balls back there didn't he?" He and I then laughed uproariously for a good while.

Jamie dreams

Big contrast in Jamie dreams. In the first one all I remember is crying about Jamie, like she had just done something horrible to me in the dream. The next part I am talking to Data about it. He is being very stern with me, not sure about what, but he implies that I am doing something which is greatly pissing her off.. I have no idea what i could be doing that would piss her off. Maybe I do, but that implies (assuming she has some sort of uncontrollable psychic link to me.) she can sense vividly what I do in my day to day life even though we have not spoken in some years <--- I am having a very difficult time believing that at all. Since she doesn't talk to me personally, We have no real friendship or relationship, therefore She has no say in what i do or not do in my spare time. and I did message her a year ago asking about these dreams and if there was a connection. She has not written back so i have no confirmation of anything and believe well... nothing. I do however sense a change in certain desires in me, almost like a feeling like she has been praying for me?!?!?!? If so, please continue.

Next dream I run into her on a street and she is with a group of friends. This dream is 2 days later and she is all happy to see me like nothing bad had previously happened. This could be just me remembering how she really was sometimes...

Last is an audio only dream. she is talking into my ear and asking if we are to get married. Her tone is very loving. again. i still have no idea if these dreams are me going insane or if it is in fact her. Again my answer is: If I have to. And my answer also is: Not going to happen if she never actually talks to me.

Also had some annoying reminders of jamie. Mainly her birthday, these are not dreams. Years ago bad room mates stole basically everything I own ( including my entire set of anime DVD's "Maison Ikkoku." A series i watched years ago and said to myself If a woman can sit through this entire series with me and watch it I would marry her. So.. it's a rare series so i looked on ebay... and found that japan has released and all region blue ray, for a hefty amount. the delivery date was of course her birthday. I was almost tempted to buy it. But my budget has been horrible lately. Second reminder is: Season 13 of fortnite has been delayed yet again... Until her birthday: Damn you fortnite!!! I still play once a week, can barely stand it.

Crazy

I was in a highschool cafeteria, and I pulled out my mcdonald's coffee cards, ( i have currently around 30 free coffees.). And Jessica, from 13 reasons why was there and started flipping out at me. She thought me pulling out the cards was somehow racist. I was really confused. And really I've been watching star trek reruns and even dug into the TOS (60s hippies in space) for the first time. and this is what I dream about? come on!!!

also varioud flying dreams that don't make me lucid.

Morning of February 9, 1971. Tuesday.

Dream #: 1,513-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



I am at West Elementary School in Arcadia and walking to the building from the playground. I see lightning inside the main school building in the western area when looking north. Although it is a sunny morning, it is dark and stormy inside the classroom, though I do not see any of my schoolmates or teachers, only what appears to be a crude version of Doctor Frankenstein’s laboratory.

Later, I am sitting in a taxi in the back seat on the left-hand side. The driver turns around and reveals himself to be Frankenstein’s monster. His name is Frank N. Stein, which I read on a card above the steering wheel, to its left. Nothing frightening happens. It seems more like a puzzling comedic event. The narrative is ambiguous, as even though I am getting a taxi home, the school day has not started yet.

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Now I ask for reasonable intelligence to understand how to decode this dream. Frankenstein’s monster awakened by way of electricity that could also be analogous to neuronal energy. It represents my own waking process and nothing more. The ambiguity of the narrative also correlates with the realization that I am not starting the school day because I am asleep.

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My dream’s influence was probably from Shock Armstrong, the late-night television horror host of “Shock Theatre” from Channel 13 in Tampa, Florida (from 1964-1968). (There was a similar scenario I saw in a humor magazine later in my life; a gag about the ID not looking like the driver).

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Afternoon of May 24, 2020. Sunday.

Reading time (optimized): 4 min.



Fire, lightning, electricity, wiring, circuits, lasers, candles, lightbulbs, flashlights, headlights, sunbeams, and the sun are fundamental characteristic features of the cortical arousal of the waking process and represent the increase of neuronal energy and the emergence of consciousness for anyone who legitimately understands the dream state.

Although the same transitions occur every sleep cycle, they stabilize with uniqueness in vivid liminal sleep-wake management. Here, I will include the modulatory factor in the upper case, a description of the relevant dream content, and the ultradian implication (with virtual or literal melatonin or serotonin mediation). My goal is to find correlations I had not previously noticed (to develop more clarity of mind, though, as there are more than 20,000 examples of this form of dream state management, it is not feasible to include more variables at this time. I may study them in pairs of variables at a later date, though I have found all major statistical curves and causal factors for most dream content over 50 years.)

Before I describe the many unique and intriguing versions of this process, I will begin with including my lifelong activity of pulling myself out of undefined liminal space (that has no imagery and seems integrated with enigmatic space) by summoning an unseen candle, perceiving my emerging consciousness as a candle flame. When this happens as a result of sleep apnea (though which is rare), and no vestibular-cerebral handshake (viable body-mind agreement), it is the only type of dreaming experience where I feel genuine fear. Variations of it are rare. One variation occurred in December of 1969. In addition to sustaining my consciousness as the essence of a candle flame, I also absentmindedly summoned an unseen dragon that roared and breathed fire. (Undefined liminal space never contains imagery. Also, the duality as a result of being between dreaming space and waking space is far less in this state. That is likely what causes a sense of dread.)

19690519. FIRE. Toby and I rescue Brenda from her burning house, though it is erroneously on the school grounds. Dark, before dawn. (Includes audio near the waking point: “You boys are wonderful!”)

19710209. LIGHTNING. Frankenstein’s monster is the driver of a taxi I get into (though I do not notice until I am sitting in it in the back seat, left side). I see lightning flashing only inside the school in the early morning on a clear day. There is a sense of amusement rather than a threat. As a school is associated with learning, the lightning represents potential wakefulness and is analogous to the monster rising from his bed. The taxi is analogous with my physical body, of which I do not yet have control, as I am asleep in reality. Otherwise, summoning vehicles as I often do, is more about increasing my imaginary physicality to enhance and sustain the dream state.

19710516. LIGHTNING and FIRE. A bolt of lightning comes down and strikes a church belfry in the distance, setting it afire, while I am on the otherwise empty school grounds with my mother. Dark, before dawn. (Includes audio: I say, "It’s not my fault” to my mother.) It is essentially a visual and visually exaggerated version of the candle-lighting process.

19740127. SPARKS and FIRE. I am at my middle school with my GI Joe jeep, though it is erroneously a remote control toy (confused with my remote control orange Volkswagon). Low lighting in the cafeteria. At first, I seem to be operating it, but the narrative changes. Sparks and fire begin near the gas pedal when it stops, but it does not spread. A moving vehicle (analogous to the body) typically represents the anticipation of a vestibular-cerebral handshake, and I often summon vehicles in all modes of dreaming. The fire near the gas pedal anticipates atonia to myoclonus, which is often a spontaneous leg kick with waking.

19791106. FIRE. In a parking lot (management of liminality during an absent vestibular-cerebral handshake), I see a car erupt into flames as its unknown owner enters it (though I feel no emotion or sense of dread). Curiously, as a result, the car reveals what looks like an oversized human ribcage that had been its top and sides. Nighttime, low light. It is a direct validation that a vehicle is analogous to the human body.

19820905. ANTHROPOMORPHIC LIGHTNING (ELECTRICITY). Early morning setting. An imp, about a foot tall, lives inside the kitchen cabinet under the sink. He seems to be made of electricity, though he maintains a sketchy human form and monitors the plumbing (seemingly with the pipe missing). Although he seems mischievous, I do not feel threatened. Later, I see Earl in the back of a car in a parking lot (liminal space management). He is instead the disabled man from a real advertisement in which he had said, “I’m a little tired. I’m alright though,” when rising from the water in an Olympic-size pool. It ties in with how the “electric imp” was a simulacrum of melatonin mediation. (The clue is the statement “I’m a little tired,” though unspoken in the dream, meaning I am sleeping, as water signifies the dream state’s dynamics.)

19901209 FIRE. I see the front-left heating element on the stove catch fire for no discernible reason in the otherwise dark Loomis Street kitchen. I feel no sense of threat. (Audio: An unknown girl exclaims “Fire!”) This variation of the candle flame summoning has an association with the area underneath the stove element as a virtual portal deeper into dream space.

20160222. CANDLE FLAME. I summon a giant candle to undo the magic of a male cult leader. (Audio: “…and now a golden candle, taller than me, appears here.”) (My dream was extremely long with a complex narrative.)

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I include these detailed explanatory factors with each relevant series about my fundamental dreaming habits and their inherent dream-based meanings, so I can remove the more extensive redundancies from past entries (on my two main online dream journals), and keep this introductory page as a public reference for future entries.

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In this dream, its the end of the world. The Apocalypse. The forces of evil lead by Lucifer, the deceiver have trapped my parents and I in this pit.

Satan arrives and presses a button on top of the pit. Next, the pit starts filling up with acid!

My parents and i embrace each other in a triangular shape. We love each other so much and share some final precious last words, prepared to die for our faith rather than cave in to evil.

The acid starts to eat our legs, I fall first. I embrace my parents legs as the acid kills me. The light fades and I welcome the blissful release into the oblivion of darkness....

...after dying, I end up in this simple square room with my dad! Amazed at being alive again and full of strong emotions, I look around the room. It has no furniture apart from a table in the middle with some chairs around it. A huge book is on top of the table. Its a book we have to write down our details on to register for the afterlife, heaven.

"Dad, we don't deserve this....Where is mother, she didn't make it?..Why did God save us, why are we here!!!" I was full of questions and asked my Dad. "Son, God is merciful, so very merciful. God knows every heart.

I woke up then really disturbed. The dream affected my emotions a lot! I still felt I had died. It was so real...