Non-Lucid Dreams
Date of Dream: SAT 23 SEP - 2017 Dream No. 199 - The Road To A Better Place I don't remember everything that happened in this dream. From where I do remember, the dream camera was showing BT and WB in a car. BT was in the drivers seat and WB was in the passengers seat, holding a quiet baby. They didn't have any particular destination to go to, at least the dream didn't make me think so. The next scene is where I came in. I thought that BT wasn't really doing anything to help WB, so I hopped in the car. Now the dream didn't really show me hopping in the car properly. It was rather BT in there, and then the next minute it was me. So I was actually able to drive WB and the baby somewhere. I found myself driving along these random roads that I thought at first lead to nowhere. It was revealed later on in the dream that I was taking them to my fortress, which is where I was supposedly going to offer WB and the baby some rest and recuperation. The only thing is that the roads were really long and windy. I never ended up reaching the fortress, I was only able to see the sign from a distance. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Date of Dream: WED 20 SEP - 2017 Dream No. 198 - Difficult Decisions The dream started on the Killester grounds... I was coming in to visit for a day. In front of the year 12 classrooms was EGor. I asked her what she was doing and she said that she was going to be helping at the music concert tonight. She asked me what time we had to be there and I said 6:30 PM. She then said that a lot of past year 12s would be doing it. It was currently lunch time and so I was going to find some other students. In the dream, the school is of a bigger size than in waking life. I soon realised that the year 12s hung out nowhere near the year 12 classrooms... In fact, it was only me and EGor with no one else around. So off I went as usual, I was attempting to locate the whereabouts of WB. I ended up heading towards the library and that's where I saw a big group of current year 12 girls but I still couldn't see WB. I was then walking through a corridor to a classroom and that's when I could see WB's reflection through the glass, she had her typical boofy hairstyle. I was then in the classroom and the teacher was Mrs V from primary school. I was bending down to pack my bag and AM was behind me, being annoying, trying to constantly wave in my face. When I finished packing, I turned around and and gave a slow, unenthusiastic wave back. Mrs V then made a comment that it's ideal to wave goodbye to everyone in the class. I was then outside and still wanted to speak to WB but I didn't much time as it was 3:15 PM and the bus was going to leave at 3:30 PM. I looked at my watch after some time and it said 5:30 PM in analogue time. A stranger approached me and told me to actually think of the time now as 4:30 PM. I headed out to the front of the school and noticed that every single bus had left. Mrs McN was sitting in the bus shelter and she tells me off because I missed all the buses. I deflected her comments by saying that I would just text my mum to come and pick me up. Some random empty bus then just magically appeared in front of me. I got my phone and texted, “Dorothy, can you please come and pick me up?”. I thought to myself “who's Dorothy? I soon realised and corrected the text to “Dreamy WB, can you please come and pick me up?”. Only then did the dream scene change to me being at home, seemingly on the weekend. My parents were having a mild argument about something, so I retreated to my bedroom to keep away. I pulled my phone out and saw this image of Dreamy WB in one of her more glamourous forms. I noticed though that my phone was on a really low battery percentage and so I had to change it soon or I would no longer have access to Dreamy WB. I look at the battery percentage and it's ½... So apparently there's a percentage measure between 1 and 0 now. I go to the dining room and sacrifice my phone to plug into my laptop. Stop reading if your sensitive to puberty <<. The last scene of the dream shows that I have just started my period. I then wake up. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Date of Dream: MON 18 SEP - 2017 Dream No. 197 - Lessons With Strangers I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was doing the TAFE diploma in my dream. I can't remember what the class specifically was on Monday morning... It was a mixture of communications and accounting theory. The teacher seemed very strict to start with. She did say to the class that she would treat us better if we could look after her daughter. The dream scene then skipped to being outside somewhere, next to this Venice-like canal. Next to the canal, there was this purple, glowing-like figure in a glass capsule that resembled a baby. I said to myself “it's the teacher's daughter!”. I opened the capsule, took the baby out of it and started playing with her. I played for a while, trying to impress the teacher, who wasn't in this scene though. Eventually, things started getting weird and the baby was starting to lose her purple glow. Some mysterious energy had pulled the baby in the canal and was slowly destroying it... Trying to drown it. Soon, the figure didn't resemble a baby and was rather all these mashed up cubes of weirdly coloured jelly. I ended up screaming “WB! The Baby! Don't worry about looking after me anymore... Get the baby!”. I then suddenly felt energy that was originally with me, starting to fade out. Then I look over to the dark, slimy canal and see the jelly have its purple glow return, with the figure slowly morphing back into a baby. Dreamy WB (still invisible) had directed the baby out of the canal and that's when the dream scene changed. The dream scene was now in some computer lab on a Tuesday afternoon and a diploma MYOB class was taking place. SI wasn't teaching this year and so I thought we might have RH instead... That wasn't the case. I looked confused when this young looking Asian guy came into the room. I found out that we were having him and his name was Terrence. At first, I was concerned with the way he taught but eventually, I really liked his methods and personality. The final scene of the dream gave an overview of all the subjects in the current diploma term. I found out that on Tuesday morning, we had a guy called Steve for law. The dream then showed the name of the teacher we had on Monday morning and it was some really long, European name that I can't remember. Also for the Monday morning subject, the dream showed that we were using mostly all this coloured craft paper for all our projects. The dream then ended. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Date of Dream: SUN 17 SEP - 2017 Dream No. 196 - Separated Sections Dream 196 A - The Solution Is African Oil I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, all the adults in the house were really aggressive towards me, constantly shouting at me. My mum then pointed into my bedroom and told me to clean it all, especially the bottom of the bed that was coated in filthy stuff. For a while, I was just examining the muck in my bedroom while muttering curses at my attackers. The dream then skipped to me driving by myself in my own car. I became stationary and suggested to myself that I call Dreamy WB on the phone, asking her to come over with her apparently famous “African Oil” to clean the bed slats. The dream ended before I touched the phone Dream 196 B - Peachy Clones I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, we were at this random house in an unknown area. Around the place, I would keep discovering variations of the Princess Peach action figure lying around the place... None of them had correct features to be the original one, for instance; no jewel on the dress, different hairstyle, different skirt length, no crown. There started becoming other types of action figures too. There was one that resembled me but was wearing a Princess Daisy dress. Two of my brother's friends were outside and they were about to verse each other in some game of chess. One boy had a team comprising of different action figures but the other boy had a team of entirely Princess Peach, as there were so many of them. Back inside the house, we were having a family meal when there was mention of a cultural get-together with our Croatian relatives. I recommended that they come here to Australia. The rest of the family didn't agree with me and insisted we go to Croatia. The dream scene changed to me, mum and grandma flying on the plane. We were going to stop at Singapore for more than a day but I protested due to all the high storey hotels. We got to Singapore and no one was changing their minds. We eventually saw an accommodation place that was only a small, straw barn. There was a compartment in the barn for each of us. The dream then ended. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
This is from going over old notes and typing it up in a neater format months later. September 29, 2017 to September 30, 2017. I forgot these dreams at first, until I laid back down from trying to write them. Then, they came back to mind. There was a part where no one wanted to hear my raps. Turtle, turtle, turtle, who needed a bigger shell. I got him a new one from another organism that was blue. It had top and bottom segments you could take apart. There was a magazine with an Egyptian thing in a stack of wicker baskets. Some kind of waiting room or lobby. Going downstairs to play video game. It was a 3 player game. My friend G F as well as girls were there too. Something about a beige carpet. Months later, some dreams I don't see as clearly. Then I wrote, trapped in a building. Couldn't get out. Brown doors. Some teacher guy? As I write it, it comes to me! A meeting with a guy with a big hat. Great memory! This dream I remember vividly. There was a black centipede thing in this spider web. It was tremendous. I tried to grab a stick. It had sharp legs. It turned slowly out from its web thing to look at me. As it did this it seemed to grow. I turned to run away. As I ran, I felt very sluggish and slow, like I weighed a lot, or my legs were stuck to the ground. I felt stuck. I felt lots of fear that the big centipede monster would catch up to me and attack or something. This sense of running but being stuck in place triggered lucidity somehow. I think I realized I was dreaming and flew up. 5 months later, I can't quite remember exactly what happened. maybe the dream just jumped to a new scene. But it was one of my earlier lucid dreams and a cool way to get lucid. I know I flew later though and I think it had to do with this "spark" of lucidity. Something with T S. Are you righty or lefty? A tear down his fathers eye. T S almost falling backwards down stairs. I had gone to where T S was to look for his father. I got the sense that his father didn't like me talking to him. T S wanted to learn to write. I think I wanted to help. T S is somewhere further along the autism spectrum but I always saw him as a whole and complete person. There was something with their family having library books on the table. I remember doing something with the pile of library books. I think this was a lucid part of the dream where I felt like I was being helpful. I forgot if anything happened next. I found myself outside and flew into the air! One of my early lucid flying experiences. I flew up by kind of seeing the map beneath me zoom out. Like somehow imagining the ground beneath me getting smaller could make me fly. For a moment, my sister was with me. I was carrying her through the sky as I flew. I have had many lucid dreams where my sister appeared and I tried to help her with dreaming skills. So I made it so the back yard got very small. Then I saw its outline. Someone on the ground was yelling at me as I ascended higher and higher. I remember this was interesting to me as maybe it was a part of my consciousness afraid to go further into lucid dreaming. I still have a fear of flying in lucid dreams actually for various reasons. Either I think it will wake me up, or I think the dream police will come get me. It has been about 6 months now and I hope to move past that fear so I can enjoy flying in L D's. Flying in lucid dreams is probably symbolic and so part of my dream journey is to clear things that block me from flying freely. One dream detail was something in a state park place. I don't remember more about this one. I dreamed of my orange glasses. I kept dreaming that I couldn't find my Decibel Defense headset, and there was leaf blower noise. I think I remember this dream. I was at a desk in my room toward the end of the day. Later in the dream, my phone kept changing to these blue port window things. Not the default Operating System. I kept feeling my physical body, then thinking, "No, stay in this dream." This happened on the time when we ate the blue things, too. I guess there were more parts I forgot. Then I flew up into this attic loft. I was trying to summon a wummon. I was lucid. I tried twice to close my eyes and make her appear. I hadn't learned about thinking the person will be behind me or around the corner yet, so i was trying to make them appear in front of me. I noted that this was the same attic loft that I made the blue blocks turn into food and ate them. There was also a bit about adding table sugar, which I never ear, to a batch of brown rice and beans, which I eat almost every day. I tasted it and worried, thinking I would have to throw out the batch, due to the sugar. That dream detail came to mind after I laid back down. I had a high success rate at the time with remembering a dream detail the next time I woke up if I fell asleep without writing it. In the next "round of dreams", I didn't remember any at first. I knew I slept and I knew I dreamed though, so tried. I remembered that my friend A R was hammering trees with a metal spike pick. There was a red You Tube button that fell off this wall near a ramp we were walking along. Something about we couldn't have it. It was like this red knob that fell down. It seemed weird that I couldn't remember any of these dreams. Something with a guy from school who worked with computers. I wrote, "Something about boys?" My sister's phone number had 3 extension digits after it. We were at a sink and 2 girls were complaining about how much soap we were using. I said, I don't normally use that much, but it is really dirty. I had a tupperware and two sponges, one with Scotch Brite pad. What happened during this dream recall was that it was around 7 in the morning. I was trying to recall the dreams as I sat in my chair. I think some time had already passed since waking up but I was able to keep digging back for one more detail, and another, by sort of hyper focusing on the visual of the last detail I got. Then others would pop up around it. I broke this one by answering the phone, and couldn't get back to it. Who knows what else I would have remembered! Every dream detail matters, and now, I definitely don't even turn the phone on at all until I have remembered my dreams in full. Notes. That was exciting to go back through these. The story of remembering the dream is just as much a story as the dream itself.
I was in a classroom, a large one actually, the half of it was actually empty ,we sat on the front end , where the door was . The teacher was that old guy from my school , he teached physics back then , he was a cool guy. And some classmates was screwing with him ,all of em looked like poor low class people, simple streefolks. I wasnt paying too much attention to that. But then I just lost my pasta', I stood up and started to throw chairs and what else, screaming "die , all of you , you damn peasants, swaggers , sh******s, just dieeeee----"then i woke up cuz i knew somehow that im dreaming and was afraid that i may have been screaming in real life. It felt good , with the last scream I started to release the anger, was like a very dense fluid going out from all the recesses of my body with very high pressure. It was amazing, but I ended it abruptly , unfortunately.
09.30.2017A Hairy Situation (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm in a strange school where some of us are werewolves, though this fact is hidden from the non-werewolf students. One of my male classmates has gone through the Change for the first time, which is never fun. We have him locked in the Isolation Chamber for the time being. He should become rational enough to have a conversation with on the 2nd night of the Full Moon. For now, I go to check on him. He is a large biped type werewolf with dark fur. Completely feral, he smashes himself violently against the walls and doors in an attempt to escape. I'm thankful that the Chamber is reinforced so that he cannot get out and hurt someone. I'm also glad that I'm past being unable to control myself in wolf form... I end up visiting another school where things are run a bit differently. I don't believe the werewolves are as commonplace here. There is one girl who I can tell is a werewolf, and I know that she suspects me of being one as well. I take great amusement in watching her "secretly" investigate me (she is quite obvious about it). She does not want me there. She doesn't like me at all, but I find myself quite smitten with her. 09.30.2017Mirroring Innocence (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm in a classroom with my coworkers when we are harassed by a little ghost boy who is an envoy of a much greater, invisible, malignant spirit. He chases us all through the school, and the spirit follows with its mighty wrath. I remember at one point I'm holding the door closed with my body, and the spirit slams it open with a blast of energy, knocking me clear across the room.
09.29.2017Swamp Witch (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I've retrieved a mushroom-shaped piece of wood from the forgotten portion of my dream directly before this. It must go at the center of the Sleeping Pond. The pond is shallow right now; shallow enough to touch the bottom with my hands even at the deepest part. I sense it is not a good idea to touch the water for too long, however. I use a log to cross to the center of the pond, where I place the wooden mushroom and then quickly walk back to shore. I'm left feeling accomplished yet drained of energy. There is a witch/swamp creature here who tries to lure people into the pond to sleep before doing who knows what with them. She is disguised as a beautiful lady. I'm trying to warn people about her, but she convinces everyone that I'm wrong. Either way, I do enjoy talking to her... My little sister (who does not exist in waking life) walks out onto the log and lays down on it. The Swamp Witch walks on the water toward her. The pond is much deeper now, with large neon-green tentacles writhing up out of the water. The log my sister is on flips over, dumping her into the murky depths. I talk the witch into helping me fish her back out.
I had a dream where me, M, and someone else was making the last song of my new album. I was trying to go for that Cassandra Gemini sound. I remember I did the vocals and composed the song overall an M did the drums. I think the other guy was doing all the other instruments, but I'm not sure. The teacher then told us to go into the locker room. Strangely enough, M went into the boy's locker room with me and kind of just stuffed herself into a locker with another girl who I accidentally bumped her head with the locker door. I then saw someone promoting this "child prodigy" of singing. This kid had almost NO range I swear. This most likely symbolizes where pop music is going at the moment.
[10:03:37] <gab> in a dream few days ago, I was falling asleep, and another person was watching me, she started asking me questions and I was replying with "mhm" . She said "oh, that's what you meant by being awake while asleep" [09:56:34] <gab> I have a toothache, and had one in a dream too, doctor came and wanted to give me a shot for pain, but I ran away [09:56:50] <gab> while thinking what an idiot I am, he was trying to help and I didn't take it [09:57:22] <gab> oh yeah, forgot to say, that I'm putting off going to the dentist in waking life
Morning of September 29, 2017. Friday. My dream self decides to rob a bank. My conscious self is partially extant in having memory of my marriage and family, though I also seem much younger physically and mentally, by several years before I was married. I go into a bank. I have a revolver, but I never use it. I calmly sit down at a desk where an unfamiliar female is working. I give her a note that tells her to give me all the money. She calmly seems to begin to get some together and does not seem frightened. At one point, the bank manager, an unfamiliar male, walks into the room from my left. He stands for a short time watching us but does not seem to suspect anything. Eventually, the female hands me a large envelope. I take it and leave. I decide to become invisible, though I also phase through the wall of the bank in case there is security at the entrance. I fly around for several minutes, still maintaining invisibility. (This of course is non-lucid dream control. My subconscious self does not know I am dreaming, but a subliminal thread of my conscious self does.) I end up at Marilyn’s house (Marilyn is an older half-sister on my mother’s side), except that I do not recall that she had died and she appears as she did in the 1980s. It is also not her house (as in America) as in real life but a variation of the Barolin Street house in Australia where Zsuzsanna and I and our family last lived. There also seem to be some elements of Evelyn’s house of which I last visited in real life at age five. I think I see a police car stop in front of the house, though the top of the car soon seems to have some sort of metal part like a luggage rack rather than a police car’s strobe light device. At least five men, all of whom look exactly alike and are wearing some sort of yellowish-brown uniform, come into the house. I decide to hide in the basement via the trapdoor in the bathroom (though the Barolin Street house did not have a basement, this feature based on the Loomis Street house) but I soon change my mind when I see they are just visiting my relatives. I open the large packet that I was given at the bank. I first seem to see colorful foreign money, but then I realize there is no money in the packet. There are a few documents. There are a few pieces of paper with poetry about family. There are also a number of small transparent packets of herbs which she apparently thought would benefit me. One of the packets apparently contains alfalfa, yet it actually says “alpaca” on the label. I puzzle over this until my dream fades.
On holiday, I woke laying on the floor of a dark cramped room. I was determined to get up early and go jogging (which is often my intention on holiday, to go before it gets to hot). I was sleepy in the dream, which is something I haven't often experienced. S&P were in the room. I had to find my running shoes, but searching through the pile I could not find them, only a cloth pair (like vans) most unsuitable. It was really dark outside, raining and muddy. I remembered has muddy it was by remembering a recent dream where I had gone through a muddy stretch of path. Woke up. Notes: Another dream about jogging, which I look forward to be doing again sometime. As I injured myself in the summer and had trouble just walking for a while. I was really pleased with myself that I remembered to keep my eyes shut each time I woke in the night (I am trying to catch a false wakeup). Lots of wbtb attempts.
I am going over DJ entries from the end of september last year. Then I will be able to have them more neatly formatted. It was really interesting to look back on these and I look forward to going over others. September 28, 2017 to September 29, 2017, Dream Recall. The night began by us losing a dream by laying down too long. We wrote that we need to get up and write the dream down as soon as we become awake. Then, I D K, I know it is hard, because you need sleep, too. Next dream. A guy who drank liquor and then would hypnotize people and eat them. But then he lived with people who helped him stop, like an old people's resort. Is there anything else you remember? That was a good one. No, not really. Oh, wait... Well, just some Pokemon card type of scenario. Oh well. Maybe next time. Okay, Inner Child. Thanks! Z Z Z... Next dream. I was lucid and flying around making moves on the ladies but then didn't. I decided not to make moves on the ladies in L D world. So, I kept flying around, seeing girls but I was just letting them be. There was a girl by a window. I was looking around there for my tan couch cushion I use as a pillow. She seemed to feel like she was in my way. I told her, no, you don't have to move. Next dream. I was on a wobbly dock near W H Beach. The dock was slippery and wobbly. There was something with Jay's voice playing, from the noon meeting. My two couch pillows and the blue raft were floating away or blowing away. The water was choppy, and it was windy. I felt scared. "Why did I go on this dock?" I thought. I kept thinking I want to save those pillows, because there are no other pillows like them. But I was afraid if I reached in for them, my phone might fall in the water. So I sort of watched them float away. I thought perhaps I really have four of those pillows, and the other two were still at home. In waking life, I only have two. My blue blow up raft was stuck in a silver hand rail, between that and something else. But it was slowly slipping and blowing away. I couldn't save any of it. I tasted salt water at one point. I am not sure why, but I climbed up this white ladder type of thing. It was made of white beach chair material. Then, I couldn't get down. I am sure there is some symbolism in this dream. The emotions had to do with loss. Next dream. I was near the kitchen sink at my current house listening to a Young Jeezy rap. It was about stopping the crack game. I had a sad realization about it. Like that the rappers caused lots of people to be addicted to crack in the first place. Now they were making money off motivating people to quit. Not sure if this pertains to what is going on in the physical world. Next dream. There was a dream I had about some friends from college. We were sitting in a circle. I was in a blue blanket. Next dream. A man came into my room, telling me about a web site he had made with his son. I was letting him use my computer to work on the web site, but expected him to be quiet. When he kept going on and on, I felt angry. I was trying to dream journal. He kept trying to talk to me and I angrily yelled, "GET OUT!" . As he left, he slammed the door behind him. I felt bad because my Dad was in the house and would either be woken up or disturbed by the commotion. The man's headset got stuck in the door behind him. I also smelled cigarette smoke as he was leaving, which added to my anger. I felt scared that he would come back angry and hurt me. So I felt angry then scared, as well as concerned for how this exchange could have impacted innocent bystanders. Such as my Dad when he saw the guy storm out. This situation had similar dynamics to something I go through in my waking life, but just with different people playing the roles. Next dream. There was this plant called a "Lung Plant" which had pores for breathing? I think it had sort of yellowish bulbs on it. And other plants to eat. It was said that plants and vegetables are different. This sounds funny to me now. Next dream. I was actually a female character and I had a new job. My new boss was telling me where I could eat. Notes. I am going back through these from hand written notes in Fii Write and typing it in a fully typed format. I still remember these dreams vividly, about 5 months later. I can even connect some dreams to my life circumstances at the time, and I see how some things have changed. The one on the dock is the one I most vividly remember.
Running around a giant square shaped road circuit. Must be a few miles on each side. There is change link fence on the inside and the pavement is white and mostly free of people, except those couple running with me. It takes so long to get round that it is now noon and the weather has changed to full sun, making me feel exhaust and strip off my jacket. It is one long slog. note: tried wbtb several times after
Morning of September 28, 2017. Thursday. I am in a state of semi-lucidity, slowly becoming aware that our bedroom is transmuting into the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house (a place I have not been in real life for over twenty years and unlikely to ever be again). I eventually focus upon the essence of sleep, which in the dream state, is symbolized by water and recognized as such (and has been for over fifty years on a day to day basis). Water begins to flow down Loomis Street from the north. It is a flood, but not a threatening flood. I feel very relaxed and peaceful. I vividly feel small splashes of water reaching me through the window screen, which vivifies my level of dream state awareness. There is some sort of unusual ambiguous imagery just outside the window. It relates to a child in pajamas holding a teddy bear, but is viewed through the screen as an undersized silhouette. Conscious self identity threads are lessened and I am no longer lucid in any way regardless of the increase in vividness. I have no major concern about flood waters flowing into the house, only that some of my dream journals might become damp. I wander off to the west bedroom where my mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is sitting on her bed. In this dream, at this point, I have no memory at all of my older sister Marilyn (April 25, 1942-Februay 13, 2014) whose house it mainly was. “Someone left the floodgates open,” I tell my mother somewhat absentmindedly (forgetting that it was me who initiated and released this dream’s content and continuity with deliberate water induction and the original focus on release and blissful relaxation). Although it seemed late at night seconds previously, it now seems to be afternoon as I notice daylight through the window of her room. However, the area beyond the backyard and alley is completely different than in reality as there is no shed visible and no residential homes. All that is visible are some commercial buildings in the distance, about two blocks away. My mother makes some sort of comment about access to the store being blocked by flood waters, and there is some sort of vague association with the checkout of a store (a common end marker of the dream state for me). Upon having this semi-lucid thought, and remembering more about my present conscious self and the fact that I am married and have children, I slowly fade from the dream state with soft (semi-lucid) intent and a very soft awakening. Water, including non-threatening floods as a dream state induction factor, has occurred continuously all my life, long before virtually endless meditation and relaxation recordings utilized the sound of water to bring about relaxation or sleep. I will hear or otherwise perceive water as soon as I enter into a more relaxed state with less emotions present. Water as the primary symbol for sleep (and sleep dynamics in real time) is also analogous to how people spend the first months of their existence sleeping in the waters of the womb. As a result, it is probably my most common dream foundation marker. My mother has, in more recent dreams, become more of a dream state end marker loosely associated with my wife Zsuzsanna than more direct associations with her as in the past. This is evidenced by her mainly appearing in the last scene of a dream where she is sitting on her bed (residual recall of having fallen asleep). Although Zsuzsanna appears in many of my dreams (where more of my present conscious self identity remains at least partially intact), the association with her also being a mother has, over time, altered dream state markers in some cases. However, despite Zsuzsanna having been a mother for a number of years, this symbolic transfer and marker integration is fairly recent (probably because she is now nearer my mother’s age when I was born). Being more of an emergent consciousness precursor than a preconscious factor, there is no conflict in such dreams, especially in already subliminally acknowledging this waking mechanism. (My mother was the one who usually woke me up throughout my childhood.) Both watching the non-threatening flood waters flow and the silhouette of the boy in pajamas with the teddy bear represent the same thing…sleep, so this is a type of parallel symbolism that my dreams often render. (Someone being in pajamas was far less of an initiation factor even in early childhood, even being a fan of “Little Nemo”, though other dream state indicators such as beds and pillows are quite common.) Even though a shadow of a person or a silhouette represents the lesser presence of my conscious self identity, it is slightly puzzling here as viewed through a window screen. This is because focus on a window screen has been validated to relate to some form of transpersonal communication or shared dreaming. Ordinarily, at least in lucid dreams, I sometimes indulge in “shadow play”; that is, I “test” the shadow to verify that it is actually my conscious self identity and it always is, even in a dream where it was very far away and standing on a bridge.
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