non-lucid

Today i dreamt i was in my brother's house, but in real it was my aunt's house
i was on the bedroom where it is the tv and playstation. i brought gran turismo 7
and i wanted to tested it on my brother's ps4. i told him "Let's see if it work on ps3"
so i opened the GT7 cover on the bed, and i noticed there was 2 CDS, GT7 and next to it, league of legends for PS3 (WTF?)
So i tested the GT7 cd, on that league of legends slot since it was for PS3, i saw the gt7 cd was a bit bigger and a
there was a swollen part on the cd my brother said "I also bought another computer to play far cry so you'll need a ps4 too"
and i said "But you bought far cry with your own money, parents bought me GT7, of course you can buy your own things with your money.
GT7 costed like €70" he said "jeez, €70 for that game..."
and i asked him "Can i test GT7 in your ps4 please? i really want to!" he said "Alright"
i looked at the TV screen, and saw a desert background with a red car zoomed on it, it was the part of choosing the car.
we could ride it while we choosing it, my brother brought the car near a desert tree, and here it comes the wtf moment
the car climbed the tree with it's strained hands and his tires. and i said the exactly "WTF?" and started laughing.
then i asked my brother if i could get the pad, i wanted to play a little. i saw i could drive around europe. i went to spain first
then came back to lisbon, it was way too fast travelling, with such a car.


Dream elements:

-gran turismo
-ps4
-brother
-aunt's house
-league of legends

Technique used: WBTB

hours slept: 4 hours

Morning of March 3, 2014. Monday.



There is something quite odd going on here in this one. Apparently, when someone dies, their body is then inhabited by a living relative who acts “as them” at some sort of celebration or diverse variant of a funeral and longer wake, I believe over two weeks or so. I am not sure I ever had a dream of this nature or anywhere near it. There are even serious questions brought up (in my own mind) about the practice later on.

Somehow, the situation is relating to two sisters who have passed on in reality (Carol and Marilyn) and my mother. (I am wondering if this is some sort of variation on the “three women” theme I have sometimes had since earliest memory.)

Sister Marilyn is “alive” in body, inhabited by a brother-in-law’s relative, Vickie R. We talk, although there is something very unusual and “new” about the whole scenario. Carol actually seems like herself, but I guess that is relative to the acting skills of the one who is “inhabiting” her. Most of the scenario takes place at sister Marilyn’s house. I do not recall any other specific locations.

Apparently, the relative who inhabits the body of the deceased for all the ceremonies and interaction and such is asleep (that is, their physical body is asleep) during that time period, being that person with the energies of their spirit and mind (even though I also sense that the person who inhabits the relative is somehow also living their waking life normally at times - which does not seem possible in afterthought). However, I have to wonder that if the person who is deceased is actually deceased, then how does their body function at all, especially after a week or two? They seem healthy and normal in their speech and manner. I also am not sure why my two sisters and mother are in this event all at the same time, since they had died at completely different times.

Over time, I start to question how the deceased were no longer alive in the first place, as, in my dream, death makes no sense at all in the way it is portrayed, that is, how could the body be activated by a relative unless the person (the deceased) was forced out of their own body somehow (for example, how could you die if the body was still fully working or “inhabitable” by a spirit or soul or mental energy) - which makes me somewhat suspicious of the practice of this “alternate world”. My mother seems no different, that is, it seems to be actually her, at least most of the time. Marilyn is the only one where the inhabitant is actually identified for certain. However, there is also the idea that my mother’s “driver” is the spirit or energy of someone who has also died prior to my mother, which makes even less sense, making my dream more ambiguous at one point, although this is not certain. Even less sensible, if spirits can survive beyond death, could they just inhabit their own bodies in the way the relatives do in this case and live normally? (For some reason, I am not taking the fact of how bodies age into the equation - dream amnesia, I guess.)

There is not much drama; mostly an unusual suspicion over how people actually die in this alternate world. It is not a strong emotion; I am just wondering what exactly is going on and how long it will last. It even seems slightly like a holiday at one point.

1. [Non-Lucid]
Watching a guy/friend play this racing game, he does really well, I decided to have a go to to try and beat him, first go I failed almost immediately and said "uhh that was just a test" so I tried again and I'm terrible at this game and thus fail repeatedly.

We have to go get on a couch to somewhere so we stop playing and exit the room which turned out to be a cinema, outside are lots of parked buses, the coach I'm getting on seems to just be a slightly bigger bus but then we walk over to the side and the coaches hull carries on sideways like its flexible in the middle, we walk further round and opens up, there are spiral staircases (Laura randomly appears for second or 2) I take the left staircase.

When I get to the top theirs a barrier and a woman with a device in the shape of a stick that she attaches to my chairs left footplate, then I go on through. Now I come to a wall we have to climb, I don't really remember what happened except all the while I could hear 2 women arguing and swearing at each other, we almost reach the end, to get to the end we need to grab onto a ledge, so trying this i slip and fall grabbing onto some random blue string dangling from the ledge but unfortunately for me it can't hold my weight and I fall...probably to my death.

Fragments:
I'm looking for Mr.Thelton for some reason, I eventually find him.

Possible dream signs:
Laura

What I can remember of the dream starts off with me talking to my boyfriend. We're in our apartment and we're talking about moving somewhere together, but I tell him that I have a job that I have to go do first. I have to go to a different city and investigate some strange disappearances where none of the locals can figure out what's happening. I walk over to my laptop at this point to check my email, as I at some point earlier had emailed the mayor of the city I was checking out to try to make accommodations for living arrangements. I noticed the mayor had messaged back and I was stressed out to realize that it was my ex, and the message he wrote was this:

Hello [Name],

You know you're always welcome here. I have made arrangements for you to stay in the best place I could grab for your temporary visit. You know I look forward to seeing you.

It made me a little antsy and my boyfriend even more so in my dream, but I told him that he knew I had work to do, so go I must. There's a brief period where I'm packing up my things, and then the dream skips.

It now goes to my ex and some other man at the city. It almost seems like old-timey western, but with a high flair of Victorian steampunk. The second guy present is rather lanky and tall, and everything about him is dark. He's dressed in all black and with a bearded face, dark hair, and the only thing bright about him are his green eyes. It's night outside, and him and my ex are standing just outside a fenced area and just inside is a baby elephant. It's walking around inside as the two men talk. They discuss my coming to town, and the stranger looks very happy while my ex does not.

"You don't have to do this," my ex says as he watches the little elephant graze around inside the fences. The other man just laughs and keeps his gaze ahead as well, "Except I do have to, she stands in the way of my future plans." Not long after the man speaks, a small area of earth crumbles in on itself just behind the elephant's back feet, and it cries out as part of it slides in. It recoveries briefly and prepares to pull itself out, but it cries out again as something seems to grab onto it and drag it inside the hole. The cries of terror quickly die out and are instead replaced with low squelches and gurgles. The two of them stand there a little longer after the sounds die out before the stranger says, "And this will help me take care of the problem."

It then goes to me once more, perhaps the next night, getting settled in my temporary place in my pajamas, and for some reason I have brought my dog Chad with me. I am putting away some of my stuff when I find a note in one of the drawers in the bedroom. It's from my ex, and it's warning me that someone is trying to kill me and that I should check for something I didn't pack and hide soon. I don't see anything unusual in my bags, so I go looking through drawers until I find what seems like a large slab of raw meat, and it completely reeks. Who knew how long it had been in there! I was going to simply remove it and disregard the message when I heard and felt a low rumbling in the floor near me. Extremely frightened, I grab my dog by the collar and run to the bathroom that's interconnected to my bedroom. I shut the door quickly and sit on the floor with my pet, my arms wrapped around him and my heart beating through my chest.

The loud crack of large wood splitting comes from the room and I wake up just as I actually see the shadow of some large creature from the crack underneath the door.

Amount of time slept: 2 hours

Today i dreamt i was walking around a street, then i saw a soccer field made of concrete rock.
I stared for a while, i saw fabio,daniela and tiago ferreira playing. then i sat on the floor and made a goal
while rotating my body on the floor. I was happy to see them, i saw daniela using a black cap, i wanted to greet her
with 2 kisses, and the guys with a handshake, but i just greeted them with a "hi" on that goal, there was a perpendicular one
there was 1 at my right, tiago kicked the ball with so much power 2 times, and i said while kicking with too much power inside the goal.
"Kick more man!" "with more power!"


Dream elements:

-Soccer field
-Daniela
-Fabio
-tiago

Technique used: MILD

hours slept: 8 hours

Today i dreamt i was playing gran turismo, i was in nascar circuit, i had just entered in that online room.
I was with a castrol NSX, by this time i was still on the boxes, i just wanted to hurry up to get the first place.
When i got out of the boxes i just gave full throttle, and tried to slipstream for the 2nd place. who was in the first place
was a same car as mine. i tried to overtake by outside first, i couldn't i hitted the wall, lucky i didn't spin up. then i catched slipstream
again, then for some reason my opponent braked, and i took the inside. i kept going, i got through the finish line, and this time was the
final lap, i had to hurry up to catch that 1st car, but he was way too far, i couldn't catch him and he won the race, he had a white car.


Dream elements:

-Gran turismo
-castrol NSX

Technique used: MILD

hours slept: 4 hours

Pre Bed - 500 mg Valerian, 3 mg melatonin 11 pm.
WBTB - 250mg Choline, 3 mg G, .3mg melatonin.

First dream I remember after WBTB is being in the kitchen and getting my vitamins together for bed and WBTB, I took another whole 4mg pill of G and this stressed me out since I had taken the 3 earlier and I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Of course this did not lead to a RC.

I was in a meeting at work and we were finishing very late. I was going to go to bed and headed up some stairs, something prompted me to do a RC half way up the stairs. I looked at my hand quickly and then dropped it, then I realized it might not have looked right I looked again and there were the 7 fingers. LUCID: I was really baffled that this was a dream so I just decided to go ahead and continue on what I was doing and heading to bed. I began walking and came out.

I keep forgetting to stabilize. I wasn't really super excited too but I think every time I do gain lucidity my dream really destabilizes.

I'm writing this dream pretty late so I can't really remember all the details but I was in some sort of factory with catwalks and under the catwalks, water. T. Harrell was there and he told me something and I got mad and punched him twice. I was then at work and saw a few female prisoners. I asked a coworker why there were female prisoners and he said "Since we have that tranny, we decided to just let it be a female and male facility." I walked around and the place was filled with inmates of both sexes chatting and drinking something. It looked like a fancy restaurant with booths and dim lights. There was a female prisoner on the phone putting the phone in her mouth and I told her to stop that because it was a sanitary violation.

Journal Entry non-lucid #48 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I am so grateful to remember these dreams. I changed my priority now. LD is my main goal but without dream recall it means nothing, so I am making dream recall #1. I will now be happy with my dream recall rather than short LD that I don't remember. So, I woke up at 2:26 am, and I had a horrible time recalling anything. I managed to get a sentence or two out of my head. I went to sleep around 4am, listening to Robert Monroe again, with intent of increasing dream recall.

Dream fragment 1, 4:05-5:56 am." Everything is out of context": I was in my house, in my room. I notice that a lot of people were in my room. These children rushed to my room. For some reason I had all my old toys. They started taking them out. I looked at the plastic box with amazement thinking how long did I have this in my closet. I wanted the children to leave so I told them they have to leave, I need to change cloth. They left but when I closed the door more rushed in. Their parents walked in too. It was getting hectic. Their was piano players that played the piano. The piano piece sounded like Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. It didn't quite sound the same but nonetheless it was wonderful to listen to. BA, from church showed up, and started shuffling through my cloths. I told him to stop and he walked away.

I followed him after opening the door, *environmental change*, I was now in some sort of construction zone. I saw him on top of it. I went up the stairs and I saw him in meditative pose. I thought, "this has to be a dream, he was just standing when I saw him" It then followed with a "logical" or at the moment sounded like it. The thought was "he could have sat down when I came up the stairs". I stopped questioning the dream and I saw a old elementary classmate that I knew in a different school district, and we managed to come to the same college. I told BA about the classmate.

*environmental change* the second building was now ground floor, and I went up a concrete hill. I saw all these birds (I have been paying attention to birds in waking life), they flew around humans fearlessly. One of the birds landed on this guy. He started petting the bird. The bird made all sort of noises. These guys playing basketball stop playing and they said, "who ever is making these birds go crazy got to stop or we will make you stop". Instead of getting scared I got angry, or I got scared(fear) and I acted in anger. I was going to charge one of the guy. He took out a shotgun and started pointing it on us. They align themselves in a line and he walked around us with a shotgun in one hand pointed at us. I knew that getting angry wouldn't solve anything, but I jumped.
As strange as it sounds, this part of the dream I am sure that an environmental change happened. My emotions made this part of the dream more memorable.
*environmental change* *context change*When I jumped I landed inside of a car. I started driving the car in snow. I was driving in 3rd perspective all of a sudden then back to 1st. I stopped at a huge hotel. I got in and I brought a bag with me. This person was telling me that I have a choice. He said I could either give money to the janitors, who will be nice and clean after you when you give them money, or give it to the people that helped you...or keep it to yourself. I assumed that I robbed a bank with my friend. I thought I don't want to be selfish, but I would like to give it to someone that i can trust instead of the janitor. I went to my friend and I told him that I want to give him his cut. He didn't seem to care and he wanted to play a game. He was on a laptop with another guy and they were playing some game. I thought a game in a game, Inception. They were like avengers and I saw iron man.



Possible dream sign:

Emotion: Angry (x1),
Context: "Wacky context". Environmental change(x3).

I had a few dreams I remembered last night, I forgot them mostly while trying to remember the lucid.
I haven't done a dream journal in a while which is bad, but I have been remembering dreams each night, which is good. I've improved my sleep patterns which is good, I admit I have been sleeping poorly for many months.

I'll start of with a non-lucid which was quite vivid from 2 or 3 days ago.

It would appear I was going to Spain, for a school trip which I am not really going on IRL, which I am rather pissed about. Point is, I am in a bit of a rush getting everything together, because I am leaving in about 10 minutes.
Screw clothes and toothpaste, I packed my combat robot, transmitter and chargers. (Even the servos had chargers? 0.o) I decided although I had four servo chargers, I only needed one, so I took a charger for the battery, and a charger for the servos.
Later, I am downstairs, presumably with my combat robot and whatever else I packed, and someone else from my school is taking the strings off my guitar, because apparently I am taking that with me, and breaks the B string. Okey dokey.
Later, I think I am on a coach, maybe an airplane, with some other people, and we are going somewhere. Then, we're at some sort of metal concert, with people dressed up like GWAR, and then the audience is dressed up like star wars people, and aliens and stuff, and GWAR and the other band playing instigate some sort of fight between their fans, like a wall of death mosh. The band isn't really GWAR, just similar, to be honest I don't listen to GWAR, but I am right now anyway. We are not in the mosh pit, we're looking down on them. There seems to be an argument between the people dressed up as monsters, and the people dressed up as star wars. Then they start having a massive fight, fisting each other, and these mini muscly pac man oompa loompa people boss it up.
The end.

The other non lucid I remember well is in the garden by the rabbit pen, and I appear to be running errands in some sort of Jurassic Park, and after being attacked by a Stegosaurus I try to convince the palaeontologist guy that they should be classified as medium herbivore, and he grudgingly agrees somewhat while playing with a dinosaur bone.

The DILD involved me being in my school and in one of the music rooms waiting for Metallica to play to us, and I was pretty damn excited. I was somewhat amused they usually do 2 gigs in the UK per tour before leaving, yet this time they decided to play to a school, but I wasn't complaining. Before they were supposed to come, I think I was playing some guitar. Then people started coming in waiting, and we waited. I don't know exactly what happened while we were waiting, but I did a reality test, first I just blocked my throat and tried to breath, and I could still breath, so I assumed something went wrong, automatically put my hand over my nose and could still breath, so I instantly became lucid when I realised, but I couldn't quite stabilize, and I lost the dream. I usually don't have a problem stabilizing, it might be because of the reality check, I don't usually become lucid by doing the reality check, so I might have been more lucid than usual, or something. Anyway, for some reason I couldn't stabalize and that was that. And I still didn't get to see Metallica. (Not that I would really want to, Metallica hasn't been good in years, they don't play their songs right anymore.)

in this dream i was back home for a while. my grandma was hanging at my house and my dad had just brought home a new pool table. then nat showed up and we were talking for a while. i felt a strong connection to her and she pulled me in for a kiiss. we were kissing for a while. my dad was like don't do thhat for some reason

i held her hand and walked up the stairs and we danced in my kitchen and starated kissing some more! it was fun she was a really good dancer in this dream. there was no music plaing but we could both here music

March 2nd, 2014

8:37am non-lucid

Had a dream I went to TBS studio (the American TBS station, not Japanese). Also, despite being TBS, the studio seemed to have featured serious dramas rather than comedy. I met all sorts of famous people from shows I don't know. No actual celebrities from real life were in the dream. Went in a limo ride with the producers. Because I was alone with two men (though at one point there was a woman with blonde hair in the limo), I was a little scared of being taken advantage of sexually, but made it out of the limo unharmed. Though, for some reason, when I exited the limo I was naked. I grabbed a beige towel (the same one I have at my apartment in real life) quickly to cover myself.

Before going to the TBS studio, I was going to try out for something (the Olympics?), but was worried about what to wear on TV. Finally, found a good outfit, but was late and missed my chance to try out. This somehow transitioned into my trip to the TBS studio, I think because a celebrity recognized how fashionably I dressed and invited me to the studio.

11:13am non-lucid

Driving somewhere alone. Will meet my husband there. I think I was driving to church, but went to a hotel instead.

As I packed to leave the hotel, there was a replica of my bed side table with everything on it that is normally there in real life. I think to myself, "I don't remember packing this stuff."

At some point, there was this girl covered in mud that entered the dream. She would appear behind me in photos. There was more to this story, but beyond the existence of this girl, I don't remember what. This part of the dream was very interesting.

3,2,14 Sunday

Last night, bed 11pm - 5am

DR around 4am

I'm walking with another person. Looks like a wrap-around balcony, but it's on the inside. So it's looking over the ground floor of a large room. (Sometimes you see a running track in a gym like that).

So, it looks like a grocery store, because there are items hanging on the walls. I'm looking for a large knife, or a small machete. We are in kitchen equipment isle and I pick up a large knife w/white handle. I'm thinking I could use a little bit bigger one, but this one will do. I like how it feels in my hand.

Oh, we are picking knives, because we are on oour way to fight some monster or something.

Morning of March 2, 2014. Sunday.



I still have a cold (trying to keep it in the “background” other than with the cough on the first few days), but it is being “knocked back” day by day over seven days (had a lot of exercise today shopping and pushing heavy stuff around) - do not know how I ended up with a cold - as I said before, did not feel it “come in” like I did in the past. I can keep myself “out” of the cold, “in state” (which a special sound pulsing I have used all my life) for several hours or more, but it flows back in each time I “return” (a bit “weaker” each time, though) - so apparently even the universe cannot cure a cold (like it instantly removes a toothache, rebuilt my left forearm nerves and muscle over time, and healed my wife’s right leg from leaking cartilage, and several other things I can be thankful for and one more thing people “do not believe in” but I care not) - or maybe I have not found the exact “trigger” or symbolic phrasing to do it yet. I guess I still have patterns to learn. Exact pattern nuances can be tricky and completely unpredictable (at first) as I have learned - and they never use a word with even the slightest negative connotations unlike all the commercial rubbish out there (such as “I am not” this, “I no longer” that, “I will stop smoking”, “I will lose weight”, and so on - absurd and completely wrong phrasing in every way imaginable - and they actually make money with this fraud).

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In my dream, I am at my sister Marilyn’s house. Though I have validated many instances of legitimate “communication” with my relatives (far outside of what is considered “possible” by other people which of course means nothing to me in light of actual experience) when alive or in the actual state of dying (even of John Belushi), I still wonder somewhat if potential contact after their passing on holds any merit. In the case of my parents, I am certain enough that it was “something more” (and unexplainable by normal means), but not sure about other connections at certain levels. This dream is somewhat “average” (actually much lower than average in the second section) and I do not consider it paranormal in any way in contrast to the precognitive/telepathic ones where I learned about sister Marilyn in the first place in such detail and those were validated at other composite levels (regarding additional and unrelated yet-to-be experiences) with intriguing precision as is often the case.

I go into the front room and call to Marilyn and try to “force” an association and encounter (even though this is not a lucid dream, oddly enough). I seem very mournful. Marilyn was like a “second mother” to me in my later years. She eventually does appear in another room (the smaller northeast one) and comes out and gives me a hug and it seems to go on for some time. She appears as she did when I was about twenty. There is no sense of additional energy or external presence as with some encounters in dreams, not even as much energy as some tulpas, but there is still a deep comfort. In another recent dream, it was brother Jim that gave me hugs (although that was far more vivid with more energy).

Later, I find myself with a need to go somewhere, though I do not recall the details. This dream introduces a brand new composite. My sister’s backyard, instead of leading into the north/south-oriented alley as in real life, leads out directly onto Tenth Street on the other side of town, which is perpendicular to King Street, and the boarding house is there on the corner, appearing much as in reality. It is wintertime (well, it would be there in reality as well) and ice and snow is everywhere. Leonard the pinhead and another person who lived there for a short time nicknamed “Squeaky” are out on the sidewalk, across from each other (“Squeaky” on the front lawn and Leonard on the boulevard). Leonard seems to be picking at loose skin on his left index finger and seems more aware and “present” than in life. (He also actually speaks like a normal person - which is intriguing in afterthought.) Squeaky got his name from attempting to go near the pinhead’s living area (when he was sleeping) without being heard and stepped on a particular board near the doorway that made a loud squeak - and he accidentally repeated this a few times no matter how careful he tried to be.

I ask Leonard about his finger but notice that I should probably be picking up some of the ice from the sidewalk in order to (if only symbolically) “pay back” the owners for ways that they had helped me in the past. I start picking up the ice chunks from the sidewalk and throw the pieces into the yard. They are about the size of a larger hardcover book and larger (and like most “ice dreams”, this part becomes a bit more vivid). Leonard says that his finger is recovering from the pinworm they (I assume legitimate doctors) took out recently. (This makes little sense as pinworms are “small threadlike worms infesting human intestines especially in children”. It is probably some sort of play on “pinhead”.) He talks about the “paraphernalia” they were looking for - a word that I have not heard in a long time (which oddly does not have the definition I am familiar with in the free dictionary site I mostly only use to quickly check spellings, as it gives suggestions for any word it does not have in it). Paraphernalia can be found at a “head shop” and is used by police to describe hash pipes and anything to describe items that are used for illegal drug usage. I am a bit confused though, as I am fairly certain that, other than a can of beer a couple of times a year or so, neither Squeaky nor Leonard used any sort of recreational drug even though there seems a vague concern about such matters at this point within my dream. As I continue to remove the ice, I see a few instances of desiccated dog poo (that had been frozen for awhile, I guess) near the edge of the sidewalk - and decide not to help the owners anymore (who I do not actually see at any time)…

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Obviously, my dream, at least in part, is a play on “trying to get rid of a cold so I can move on” (or to “clear out” the cold/ice to walk on down the street…) and the dog poo represents that the virus’s effects are still a part of my present physiology - even though the “worm” itself is gone. “Paraphernalia” seems the clearest expression from the pinhead, which is possibly a play on “Pariah” in his case. I was his only friend for a time. One of his only day to day activities was fishing (with worms). As such, this may also be related to a distorted fishing concept, which symbolizes emergence from sleep.

Night of March 2, 2014. Sunday.

I am younger and in a stage of collecting stamps. My sister Marilyn (half-sister on my mother’s side) is alive again in the opening of my dream, but her face is changing back and forth from various unusual colors, somewhat reminiscent of how a series of usually smaller and older foreign stamps has the same face on different postal values but with different colors for each; red, yellow, purple, green, and so on, in various shades. She is at a table in her living room and appears to be having a small meal.

Later, during the more vivid and longer part of my dream, I am not certain of where I am, but I own at least one very large cardboard box full of materials mostly relating to a stamp collection. As I dig deeper down into the box, more and more complete letters and catalog-sized envelopes, most from primarily Eastern Europe, China, and India, are visible (with the stamps still on the original mailings - most of them unopened or resealed perhaps). There is also a smaller stamp album where the stamps (Poland, Hungary, and Romania, I believe - those countries often had the most attractive postage stamps during one time period) are displayed in rows held by thin sheets of transparent plastic in no particular order.

The beauty of the stamps and other variously-colored and textured paper materials is impressive to me. As I go deeper (placing some of the materials on an adjacent table), there are several old but unopened A4 manilla envelopes from India near the bottom with at least seven or eight older India stamps (1940s-1950s) in each upper right corner, some with various types of “scribbling” as cancellation/postal marks and other features. Eventually, I also notice black and white graphic novels, similar to the type of the older Warren publications. I do not understand the plot, though, as the writing is mostly all in Sanskrit, although some like a mix of Hindi and Chinese, with only a few English translations written by hand here and there. I feel very peaceful and happy about the box for some reason. There are a few other unknown characters around. I am proud of my collection and enjoying the multicolored pleasures of what almost seems to hold endless potential.

There are a few other pages of comic-book-like papers, seemingly in English, but the individual letters are spread out somewhat web-like and too “blurry” to read (much like ghost frequencies on a spectrograph in appearance). (This part was precognitive. I just recently found a link on the “Wayback Machine” that had a lot of older comic books in PDF format. Most of them are readable, it seems. Some of them, though, were identical in appearance to the effect in this dream, probably from being saved in too low a resolution and unreadable. Also, many turned out to be older Warren publications as my dream implied - I had not used the site in that particular manner or purpose at any earlier time.)

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Part of this is also based on real life. Years ago, as a young teen, I sometimes bought a larger bulk pack of discarded postal materials, usually envelopes and such with the stamps still on them in various conditions - of which I actually preferred to isolating and collecting the individual stamps themselves regardless of the fair amount of space they took up (I even had chests-of-drawers sitting atop other chests-of-drawers for extra storage space). The envelopes were of various colors and intriguing textures and all the various addresses in different languages still on the envelopes and used postcards and such. During this time, I decided to give one of my favorites, an unusual envelope (with several stamps, a few still in blocks) from India with a sort of almost corrugated-like texture and writing all over it, to my sister Marilyn by mailing it to her (Florida to Wisconsin). She liked getting it and asked me where I got it. Apparently they did not have these bulk collections available where she lived at the time. Eventually, I sold a part of my collection for only a hundred dollars when I needed more money (by which in afterthought I should have sold to a collector instead of a company).

Finishing this entry for the online version, I noted this from a website (linns.com, under “Soaker’s remorse”.) “How many interesting, valuable or historically significant old folded letters or envelopes with stamps and postmarks (known as "covers” to stamp collectors) do you suppose have been destroyed by people who did not know what they were doing?“

Interesting. Another play on "everyman” (or “normal” society) I think.

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