non-lucid

July 1
-1-I went back in time to around 1994 in SE Canada, where I walked towards a house on the side of the road. When I got inside, I found the windows on the south side open with strong wind coming in. I shut one, but that allowed a pile of snow to appear. It tasted sweet and looked like sunscreen.
-2-I was being hunted by someone. I ended up in a building, using my camcorder to zoom in on snipers in the far distance. Also, there was a guy that knew some of the area there and we were walking somewhere, through piles of leaves on the way.

July 7
I was running around to find shelter somewhere during an F2 tornado. Then I ran around trying to find shelter during a tan, F4 tornado on a farm with a bunch of empty buildings, none of which were satisfactory. Sometime earlier, my brother and I looked for cereal. I also landed a plane, played some Mario Party, and talked illogically about Starfox.

I woke up this morning.... Bored??? Not something I usually wake up feeling (I usually feel sadness, with a few tears coming out of my eyes). I also remember a few flashes of color- coincidentally they were my favorites. I saw purple, red, and i think a flash of bluish-gray. Not sure though. Although being able to remember something on my first night of trying is quite promising, though.

Went to bed at 5AM and woke up at 3:40PM.

From what I remember, I was at some sort of camp. We're up very high in the trees with ziplines and our harnesses attached to wires. My mom is there. I'm trying to transfer myself over to another wire but the clips aren't working. There's an old man in the trees with me who I recognize from my pool who is trying to help me.

I wake up. I start to sleep again trying to go back to the trees.

I'm dreaming I'm back at college on this place called Devon Lane. There's townhouses with decks next to each other. I look over to the left and there's a fraternity and sorority next to each other talking on decks. The house I'm at has a bunch of my fraternity brothers out and about drinking and hanging out. I remember it felt like I had just woken up, but it looked like it was pretty much night time. People keep talking about how it looks like it's night time but it's only 2PM. It looks kinda like the sun is setting. I see my friend JP opening a beer. I ask if anyone wants to split a case of beer and three younger brothers on chairs jump up and come with me. We're walking up the street to the gas station. There's a pool to the left of us that we recognize some people at. We walk in and my friend Ali is there at the end of the pool, or someone who kinda looks like him. There's kids jumping like 30 feet in the air and then diving into the shallow pool but they're fine. I start to walk back to the door when I pass a girl in a white shirt. As I turn around, I see it's Dana. Someone asks me who she is and why we don't date anymore and I tell them a lie saying that she cheated on me. I wish I could have talked to her.

I walk outside of the gate and pass my childhood friend's mom Dorris and a posse of people including this famous girl that used to be in my friend group in high school. I tell someone that. Then, everyone in the dream starts to tell us to look up at the sky. The sky to the right is incredible, there's these really colorful and elaborate shapes in the sky moving in some sort of pattern, and they change every 10 seconds or so. People are getting their phones out and I get my phone out as well, changing the patterns with some sort of filter I have. I remember feeling like the world was going to end in this dream, like things were starting to align and everything felt so right in that moment. It was all making sense, the sky was acting up that day, someone famous was in town for some reason, the girl I had wronged in the past was there for me to forgive. And I was okay with the world ending in that moment.

I'm suddenly in this view of different regrets in my life coming before me. People I didn't like would come up, and I would simply just tell myself that I didn't care anymore and let the grudge go. Dana came into view, and I apologized and washed that regret away. Dirty things were appearing and I was just forgetting them from my life. I felt this high that I only get while in dreams. I felt like my body was floating upwards and I was telling God to take me away and I had tears coming out of my eyes.

And then I was paralyzed and couldn't move. Those dirty things were there with me in this small space, and I was struggling to move. In that moment, I started to take on the form of my friend Kolby. Then I jerked myself awake.

Cafeteria Cheating:

I was in a situation where I was being helped by my boss to either get free food that I wasn't entitled to, or more than I was supposed to be getting. He was kinda on board at the beginning, but then he said something about not really wanting to be getting caught doing it. I started feeling bad about it, and then work up.


Chemical Extraction:

In some food product or other mundane item, someone discovered that you could extract some potentially dangerous chemical could be extracted from it. This dream carried on for a while, but all I remember is seeing some guy at a table who was apparently carrying out the extraction.


Shiba Inu:
Someone had a dog that I wanted to play with. I was a bit worried that it would not like me, but it didn't get mad at me for petting it, so that was pretty cool.

It's been a long time since I made any entries, and I didn't do an immediate journal, this is just what I am remembering in the morning.

Some girl from a college class that I had met had brought me to her house in a very wealthy looking subdivision. She wanted to show me her new kittens. I think there were three of them. Something strange about her kittens though; they have the intelligence of small children and can say some basic phrases.

I continually revisit her house once or twice per week. One of the kittens, a boy who is a brown and black tabby with white paws and a white chin likes to play rough with me whenever I come over. We are pretending to be secret agents on opposite sides during the cold war and at one point in where I capture him, hiding behind a black SUV in the driveway. I pick him up by the neck scruff then he spins around and bats me with his paws (claws in) and I pretend to fall over and he drops onto my chest as though he has just beaten me at fighting.

The neighbor of the girl, a very tall balding middle aged man with a combover and cigar says that I am committing animal abuse and that he is calling the police. The police officer comes and tries to arrest me but I explain the situation saying that it's just play and when the kitten starts talking and explaining that he was the one who made up the game and he doesn't care if it gets rough, since he knows I wouldn't really try to hurt him. The police officer leaves and the dream ends.

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I am visiting my aunt's new apartment. It is somehow merged higher dimensionally into our house, and by traveling through a specific part of the house in a certain way, you can access the apartment. The apartment actually has the same layout as my house but is much cleaner and has different decorations. I see my aunt's new husband on the computer eating and notice that he has a cartoony big belly from eating too much and ask my aunt about it, but she is busy talking to my mom's friend.

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I am in a rock band with my friends; and we are preforming at my grandparent's house, or at least a location that feels similar to it. The rock band is kind of strange because of the instruments we have all chosen to play. I am playing a Hangdrum, S is playing a three-necked guitar and his brother is playing a keytar that is really small, like a children's toy. (I think I remember seeing the brand' Fisher Price' on the side).

All's I remember is we are preforming a song for an audience of 6 or 8 people in my grandparent's garage and people are booing us, until A runs into the garage dressed only in short-shorts and an unzipped leather vest and screams 'Penis' repeatedly. The crowd goes wild.

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I get taken with my grandparents and parents to eat at the grocery store deli counter where there is a small sitting area (not present IWL). I cannot help but think what an unglamorous affair this seems like, as the four of them get involved in a heated discussion about complicated yet nonsensical political matters, and I continually try to indicate that I want to go home, and will walk home by myself.

My father complains of a flapping sound. There is a soft plastic sign above us that is flapping around and he can't figure out why. I look up and see the sign and there is a big green metal casing with an electric motor in it that is supposedly there to pull up the sign but the mechanism is broken.

My father complains for several minutes about why the store needs such a mechanism. I tell him if it bothers him so much he should tell the manager, but he says he won't do that because the manager would kick him out of his favorite store and it's better just to complain about it. My grandparents join in in finding things to complain about the store. I decide I've had enough and leave. (For some reason deciding to leave by walking behind the deli counter, into a storeroom and out the back door of the sore.)

I head outside. It is nighttime and I am now on a beach. I see two Jacks out there who continually flex their muscles and strike symmetrical poses attempting to impress some girls. I say 'hi' to them and high five both of them simultaneously before walking past. I look at the moon and see that it is irregularly shaped and smaller than it should be. It looks like a large asteroid. I become lucid.

I use some stabilization commands, and then start moving my feet in a skating motion to get across the water, the water turning to ice beneath my feet. I get to a small island where there is a swimming pool and a small building, presumably a locker room. I decide to practice water manipulation and with relative ease am able to force all the water to one end of the swimming pool.

I then realize that I have to go poo and decide I should wake myself up to do so, hoping I can do a WBTB and follow up. But upon waking up I realized the feeling was some kind of illusion created by the dream.

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In one of my least-favorite brands of dreams, I was playing Minecraft. I was killed by some kind of enemy monster that was like an animated pool table that shot pool balls at me. I became disproportionately emotional, like a small child would, and started crying with outrage at my character's death.

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I was at some kind of animation showcase. Rebecca Sugar (the woman who created Steven Universe) is there. She shows me a new Steven universe episode. I don't recall much of the episode, other than there was a part in where Steven was a young toddler, maybe about 2 or 3. This was when he said his first words while Pearl was feeding him ice cream and he licked it off her fingers. It seemed like the typical cute SU moment but there was some off-putting music playing and I thought something scary was going to happen.

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Later there was a portion of another animation that had two people climbing a huge stone face underground. They looked like some re-interpretation of Milo and Kida from the disney atlantis movie. Milo got a metal spike in his arm and started bleeding profusely but then discovered he had some type of healing ability and was able to heal the wound.

2017, 07-18

Snakes!

I am at my house with my mother. It isn’t the house we currently live it, rather it’s the one on Calle Kino where we lived quite a few years ago. We go outside to take the garbage and recyclable bins to the end of the driveway. I push one and she pushes the other. We get them out ok and then turn to come back in. When I turn around I stop so quickly that I fall on my ass. There is a rattlesnake not far in front of me. I am probably within striking distance right now. I start to move slowly away from the agitated snake. I glance behind me to make sure I wasn’t heading towards anything dangerous and I see another rattlesnake behind me! Looking around I see a total of five rattlesnakes around my mom and me. I manage to get to my feet and then my mom and I take the only opening to get away from the snakes.

Once we are back safely in the house my mom seems to completely forget the snakes ever existed. I, on the other hand, am paranoid of finding snakes in the house. I look around the rooms but I see no snake. I then hear a bark from outside. We have an enclosed porch on the back of the house and the dog is waiting outside the sliding glass doors that lead outside. I recognize the dog as our current dog, Max. My mom opens the door and goes into the enclosed porch. It is getting dark out now so I can’t see into the corners of the enclosed porch. I get a flashlight and shine it into the darkness at a suspiciously shaped object. It’s a snake! There’s a snake in the enclosed porch now! I tell my mom and she urges the dog to hurry from the outside door into the main house. We go in after and close the door. I look at a cage on a table and see my hamster inside. I am thinking I haven’t fed my hamster for far too long. I sprinkle food into the cage and the hamster eats happily. I am wondering what to do about snakes when I wake up.

1. I returned to California and my old job in the housekeeping department at a resort. I was about to go to work, talking with a dream character roommate, when I remembered that I wasn't able to do that job anymore due to health issues. I wondered how I was going to be able to do it, decided I would have to start slow to keep from ending up in the hospital again.

2. Still in California, but the dream shifted. I was a companion of the Doctor-- Tom Baker era. I had witnessed or heard something in some building (I don't remember what), and told him about it. He said he believed me and we began traveling all over the world to investigate: first Venezuela, then London, and finally Galveston, TX. We traveled in a car, but the car was able to instantaneously arrive at our destinations.

I was flying the plane reminiscing Avro Lancaster bomber plane as a member of bomber group. I emerged into dream when we were flying above Germany occupied land. The flak was firing at us in irregular manner all the way to the target, where we dropped bombs and turned back to England.
Half the way to home, my plane was hit by flak fire and lost nearly whole tail section... The airplane became very nose heavy, and started to tip down... But I felt, that flaps were functional, so I started to do slow horizontal pirouette to hold more or less straight flight direction. I managed to fly that way for a long time, till I reached England and started to try and land on the closest airfield...
It was bad. I managed to do last wing over very close to ground and then level the airplane for a short time. Then I landed it hard and the airplane started to roll over the nose to its back, to belly and again through nose to back... maybe 10-15 times over, till it stopped. I was dead by that time and saw it from above.

Remarks:
There was no one on board of airplane when I was landing. I was last one there.
I couldn't jump from airplane, it was somehow impossible because of its condition. To attempt to land was the only way to have chance to survive- I didn't manage that.
There was no fear emotion, only strong concentration on flying, trying to survive... After death I felt something like relief...

2017, 07-17

Eve Online

I am outside lying on the ground and looking up. I see the stars above me shining brightly in the night. They seem to be shining brighter than usual, but I think that is just because the city lights aren’t as bright right now. I lie there and watch the stars, getting lost in the depths of space. It feels like I am actually floating up towards the stars. Soon I am looking at what appears to be a jump gate like they have on the game Eve Online. And there are so many spaceships going into and coming out of the gate! There are so many that I am constantly expecting to see them crash into each other, but somehow they don’t. Considering it looks like a setting in Eve Online, I am also surprised no one is fighting. It seemed there was always someone fighting around the jump gates in Eve… I continue watching the ships come and go and soon it feels like I am right there among the ships as I watch them all fly by.

Now I am in my Fire Valkyrie flying among the Eve ships as they go in and come out of the jump gate. I have somehow made this transition without realizing anything is strange, now I feel I am playing Eve Online and the Fire Valkyrie is just a normal part. I fly through the jump gate, not remembering where I am going but hoping there aren’t any gate campers on the other side. I emerge in a low security sector and wonder why I came here since there is unregulated PvP fighting here. And, of course, there are gate campers waiting for some fool to do what I just did. I start looking on my scanner to target the gate and get out before I get destroyed… but then I stop myself. I’m in my Fire Valkyrie, not some cheap Eve ship! I’m going to teach those assholes a lesson!

So I turn and face my attackers. There are several battlecruisers that look familiar but I can’t remember what they’re called. There are also numerous smaller ships that I don’t recognize. They are ganging up on me. I set to it, dodging most of their attacks and the ones that hit don’t get through my shields. I return fire and start blasting their ships to pieces. One by one their ships are destroyed and the pilots are left in their escape pods floating in space. I don’t target the pods because I remember that the people who destroy the pod when the pilot goes to escape are the biggest assholes. So as I destroy all of their ships I let the pods make their escapes, and soon I am alone by the jump gate. I hope they learned not to gang up on ships they assume to be weak, because that ship might not be as weak as it appears!

My friend L and I were in the back of a semi that didn't have the storage/truck part hooked up. The inside of the semi looked like a large van with several seat rows; we were all the way in the back. I think we'd been traveling and had stopped to rest. The semi was apparently hooked to a computer with an AI interface, and the AI suddenly took over and started driving the truck, erratically and dangerously. I clambered over rows of seats towards the front of the truck in order to try to get control, but woke up before I could get there.

The title says it all.


Fell asleep at: ???


Woke up at: ???


I was in an apartment in some big city. It was nighttime, the stars were out (Which shouldn't happen, light pollution and all), and the room I was in seemed to resemble an apartment my sister had in Houston, TX. And I was in the room with a bunch of alluring scantily-clad women. They all looked like they were going to sleep, and were all lying down on tiny mattresses, and I plopped down right next to one of them.

She wore a red bikini, was slightly tanned, about as tall as me, and had blonde hair. To be honest she looked an awful lot like my 8th grade Reading teacher (Though she was considerably thinner in the dream. Kind of like a perfect balance). Basically, imagine the swimmer girl from Pokemon XY.

And I (For some reason) just knew I wouldn't get into trouble if I just got on the mattress with her. I had a similar dream beforehand where I sat myself right next to another alluring woman, so I guess I remembered that dream in my current dream (If that makes sense).

Anyway, she had nice thighs, I had dream recklessness, and I held onto her, putting my moves on her... so to speak. She found me charming and even giggled a little bit, and she let me keep my hands on her as we went to sleep. It was a mix of romance and pure sexual instinct, and I even woke up feeling a little lightheaded. It was...well it was something.

SIDENOTES:

1. I also remember another woman (Brunette) on a sky blue mattress. Wearing a sky blue bikini.

2. I think there were like four more women in the same room.

I only remember one dream from last night, but it was both really cool and scary at the same time. ^^

Me and someone else (my brother? Can't remember) were talking with a devil. He had red skin, horns, and was moderately muscular as well. He wanted us to come stay with him, to presumably work with him as part of his group of assistants.

Dream logic can be weird, and I remember thinking "This guy is really cool. I'd love to hang out with him more, so maybe I should work for him." Because Satan is just the coolest guy ever, ya know? But if I did start working for him, I'd have to leave my parents, and I didn't want to do that. (Which is weird, considering that IRL, I'm in my latter half of college anyway, and I only live with my parents during summer break and winter break).

So I respectfully declined the offer. Can't remember what the other guy did.

Then, I was in a bedroom -- presumably, a dorm room for people who worked for Satan. I was sitting on my bed, and in the one opposite me, a little girl was sitting there. She was wearing pajamas, and had a few boxes of Disney Princess toys beside her. She told me about how she was going to work for Satan, and I tried to talk her out of it. She was a sweet, innocent kid, anyway. Unfortunately, she decided that she needed the money (this girl is like 5 years old lol), and so she decided to work for him anyway. I said it was fine, and left, but thought about coming to check on her later. Then I woke up.

Moral of the story: Thou Shalt Not Work For Satan.

Even if he's cool and drinks lots of protein shakes.

Peace out.

:V

I emerged into dream at some unfamiliar place, the sun was shining, the nature was lush and gorgeously green. I was walking and observing... for a long time straight in one direction.
I wondered where everyone is. After some time I saw a three person walking, slowly, one after other. So wanting to be in a company, I changed direction to them. When I came closer I saw that those people were zombies... I'm dreaming! OK, so I will explore. I came closer to them, they were strange, Their skin was covered by short twigs with small leaves... some small mushrooms. They registered me as I came about 2 meters from them. They were slow. I wondered when they will stop to move and enroot. I wasn't interested to battle them, they didn't do anything threatening to anyone... and to me... well, I didn't matter of course. So I took original route and walked away.
After some time I came to the city. Nearly empty. On the streets those zombies slowly walked around aimlessly. They were in various state of change into plants.I saw some zombies walking around broken fence, each of them was wounded by broken fence, leaking brownish green "blood" from wounds. I stopped to observe what will happen next- there was man running through that fence some time later and he got scratched... from scratch small twigs started to grow... he was zombified...
I walked again... I saw big river, so I walked there. I found normal people there. They were trying to get to ships and to sail away from land. I had chosen one ship to sail where other people wanted to go. There was captain- a dark haired woman, she asked people their names, some of them weren't allowed to sail on that ship. She asked me for my name. I introduced myself. She told me that I can sail on that ship, that my wife reserved place for me. I started to examine the ship... and I saw that it is starting to take a water, we were too heavy. I went back to the captain and told her that I will not sail with her ship, because it is too full of people and it will sink in short time if enough people doesn't unship. And I went out of ship. At once, the ship was maybe 10 cm higher so, it wasn't taking water in anymore.
I was walking through some buildings, dark without electricity. People were scared of zombies and tried to hide there. They looked like they were scared of each other too. I found a young girl, less than 20 years old with brown hair in ponytail. She was trying to learn something from scripts- I felt that she has to have an exam. I told her to be calm and relaxed, that all will be much better then.
I went out of building back on the streets. There, I accidentally touched a zombie- I thought that other girl is in problems, but she was zombie already. And I felt as twigs started to grow from my skin... and that my consciousness starts to slip away. Of course I couldn't allow it. I concentrated and blue aura exploded from me, cleaning my skin, and also skin of that girl because she was close and surrounded by my aura too. It looked like she was healed, since she stopped to walk slowly and was alert at once. "Go in peace, you were healed" I told her and walked away.
I came to something looking like small electric plant. A few engineers were there talking, that they need to start electric generator, but they feared to enter the building. So I volunteered. I went inside. I walked through quite empty building to the room, where generator was placed. I went into room and felt something dangerous at once. So I closed the doors from inside, blocked them and shouted to engineers, that they shouldn't go inside, into room (to me), because there is demon inside. I started the generator. Then I located the demon- he/she was dark, unhappy being. He/she wanted to go out, but didn't know how to open those doors. And he/she couldn't walk through wall for some reason. I started to talk to demon, trying to find a solution to his/her predicament. I woke up short time after that- I didn't have time to help...

Remarks:
I don't understand: why the zombies again? They were different, but why? I don't look on movies with them, I don't think about them, in my opinion it is just very, very stupid fantasy. (Dream zombies are different, I only name them as zombies- not because they are, but because they are moving around without reaction, doing strange things.)
DILD feels much, much less conscious than WILD ...

Morning of July 15, 2017. Saturday.



My dream starts out on the porch of the Barolin Street house (our previous home of where we have not lived since 2008). This is atypical, as the porch setting, though representing liminal space, is linked to the induction stage rather than the waking transition. As such, it begins to rain (water induction, my most common type, as water symbolizes the real-time dynamics of sleep). I enjoy its essence but I then realize that there are several small stacks of comic books in the north side yard, probably only four or five comic books in each of about nine stacks. Many seem to be Harvey comic books, such as “Casper the Friendly Ghost”. They are arranged in mostly an equidistant pattern (of about six inches apart to each direction) on a very low-set table or thin plywood platform. Zsuzsanna is with me. I realize that I have to run and get them so that they are not ruined.

When I go out into the rain, I feel very good, even though I have to act quickly. Curiously, the books show no signs of getting wet as I gather them. After I take them onto our porch, my dream changes, and there are far less threads of my conscious self identity present.

I now seem to be about eighteen years old or younger. My mother is still alive (and I have absolutely no recall of her having died in 2002). Strangely, even though my brother Earl did not die until November 29, 2007, I perceive him (via a false memory and false backstory) as having died when I was a teenager. (Therefore, my mother being alive in my dream and Earl being deceased is a typical error that dreams make all the time.)

The setting is very sparse in detail and so undefined, there is no discernment of whether it is indoors or outdoors or the typical ambiguous combination that my dream self somehow always perceptually resolves. This “impossible” thinking pattern is not viable when I am fully conscious, and remains a distortion native to the dream state only (though I really cannot understand how this could work despite critical thinking skills not existing in most non-lucid dream types).

My mother is present at times, including the very last scene. I mostly look at various Matchbox Cars. These are ones my brother Earl supposedly owned while living in Cubitis. (Although I still continuously have dreams based on variations of Cubitis, where I have not lived since the summer of 1978, dreaming of Earl’s house in Cubitis, which was only a few houses south of us, is quite rare.) Earl is present in some sort of ghost form, but otherwise appears to be normal, as he was in perhaps the late 1960s. He only looks on at my activities at times.

Yet another error in this dream is that I see Earl as being married to his third wife Cindy in this time period (and she is “still” living in his Cubitis house) rather than his first wife Beverly (and in fact, I have no awareness of him being married to anyone else). His ghost form seems to be a natural result of dying; that is, people die, and then they exist as visible “ghosts”, set apart from the physical world, but otherwise just as they were when alive.

I open a long rectangular cardboard box that is a racing set based on Matchbox Cars. There is a blue racing car that I look at for a short time. I do not think Earl will be angry as I look at his collection.

In the last scene, my mother is nearby. I play around with two blue Matchbox Car pickup trucks that are identical except for the position of the wings of the oversized white chicken sitting in each pickup truck bed. I get the impression it might be meant to be an advertising gimmick (possibly for KFC). One chicken’s wings are out and horizontal while the other’s wings are down and against its body. The chickens also rotate to spin around the pickup truck bed, and I start spinning them prior to waking.

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Although this non-lucid dream is extraordinarily easy to decode the native meaning of as most of my non-lucid dreams are, I will presently only focus on the last amusing segment. Chickens are birds that cannot fly very well, so are a typical example of “failed flight” (a form of “return flight”) waking symbolism. This is not negative and has nothing to do with conscious self “issues” as “dream interpreters” (not a real concept) seem to like to pretend via the Barnum effect. Waking symbolism as such is an indicator of the anticipatory (though subliminal) nature of hypnopompia, which is a biological process. As a result, bird and airplane symbolism (and flying in general) has been extremely common in my dreams since earliest memory, for over fifty years, continuously occurring in over one in five dreams in the tens of thousands I have studied.

In this one, there is even an obvious dream sign play, the pickup truck BED, an indicator of being in the dream state, even more so with the oversized chickens on them. Pairs of birds (of various species) have occurred in a number of my dreams. They represent, in most cases, Zsuzsanna and I sleeping together. They are different in their wing status (and in different pickup trucks) in this case due to Zsuzsanna and I being in different levels of sleep (in real time). My mother as my emergent consciousness is likely a vague association with Zsuzsanna prior to waking (as she is a mother to our children). Beds (sometimes in unusual locations) as real-time dream state indicators are also common in Zsuzsanna’s dreams.

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Morning of July 14, 2017. Friday.



I am in an unknown residence that has a lot of rooms of which are filled with junk that I plan to get rid of. The first setting seems to be a basement (or like a basement), yet is seemingly not underground, though it seems to have a dirt floor at times. There are large long shelves in a number of locations. Much of the junk seems to be parts of picture frames, nails, and documents I no longer need or want.

In one scene, I seem to be in the northernmost (northeast) room of the King Street boarding house, where I have not lived (in reality) in over twenty-five years. The bed is aligned lengthways along the west wall, head to the north (an orientation never utilized in reality). For the first time ever in a dream, my mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is associated with the King Street boarding house as living there in my dream. (Although my wife Zsuzsanna and I have been together in many dreams since we met in reality, including as implied to be living in the King Street boarding house even though she has never been to America, I find it astounding upon realizing my mother had never been in this dream setting as far as I presently know.)

I had found an outfit (combined sweater and pants) for my youngest daughter and had brought it into the room. My mother seems angry that someone else had apparently thrown it out but is glad that I had retrieved it for use for my daughter’s benefit.

Later, there seem to be a number of other (unknown) people going through the miscellaneous junk. The actor John Larroquette (as he appeared in the television series “Night Court”) makes an appearance in the final segment. It is mentioned how no one wants most of what is presently sitting about in the large basement-like room.

“In that case, I’ll take these portraits,” he says, picking up two large slightly damaged portraits of himself (which may have originally been left there either by him or someone else).

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Our daughter was somewhat restless this morning. Her clothes appearing in my dream without her was a possible indicator of her being awake while we were sleeping.

My mother seems to be the precursor of my emergent consciousness in this case even though my dream self did not recall that she had died in 2002.

I believe that a dream of cleaning or getting rid of junk is sometimes biological symbolism relating to cellular processes in real time, possibly including a need to get up and use the bathroom.

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The final dream event features coalescence waking symbolism (projected, neutral preconscious). This stems from an analogy with coalescence meditation, of where viewing infinite selves by looking into a mirror on each side is metaphorically resolved as internal unification by then looking forward into the mirror reflecting the one self (in whole consciousness).

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