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drempt i was at the movie theater with matt jajehe, michael capitlo. cant remember what we were saeeing. we were eventually asked to leave. i left and went into the lobby and couldnt understnad why there was so much heat above my head making people think i was 6 foot 8

could have gone lucid when

i was with matt jajeh and mike capitilo. i live in irvine, i havnt seen them for years why sould i be with them

was asked to leave a movie theater. why would i bea sked to leave a movie theater. i am not a routey person.

5/16/14

Last night, bed around 10pm - 4:50am

DR:

It's morning, and I'm just about to start cleaning somebody's place. They are getting ready to leave. The place is a pig sty. There are some cucumbers in the drawer with clothes, and they are so old, rotting and leaking. When I close the drawer, there is a puddle on the floor from them. It's disgusting. At first I say screw it, I ain't cleaning that stinky mess. But at the end of the day when they come back, and when I come back (read below), I'm looking for paper towels and plastic bags to clean it.

There is also 2 kids I'm suppose to babysit.

I don't know how, but I go out of the apartment for a moment and end up going to the recruit testing for CIA. Not an official testing, morel like in secret, so we don't even know it's a test. But I end up changing my pants for tights! for some test, and now I'm walking with a CIA guy through the hallway, barefoot and barely dressed. I'm saying dude, I have no shoes and stuff. And he says it's ok, we are almost there, and next is medical screening.

We get to a room with other people in it. I realize I'm babysitting kids and I'm trying to call someone on my red cellphone to go and check on them, while I'm gone. Lots of flyers are in a row on a long table. We suppose to grab them and place them on a board within a time limit. I miss the first round entirely because I don't get what to do. Then on one flyer, I see some handwritten shopping list on the back. Chicken deli, meat and chicken deli, and 4-5 other items. I figure, that noticing these kinds of details is the real test, so I start copying the list on a piece of paper for myself. Turns out, that WAS the real test, and only I passed it.

Then a fire starts in the overhead airconditioning unit, and one next to it starts to smolder, and another one as well. I ran to the fire extinguisher, grab it a ran to the fire, while yelling Fireeee! go tell everybody and take care of them! There is already a girl with extinguisher at the fire. But her's is the wrong kind, because mine shoots out huge marshmallows of fire retardant, and her's doesn't. Obviously mine is the right one.

I extinguish the fire, walk to the next one and take care of that one as well, and the last one as well. Looks like I passed this test too, coz it was a test.

DR:
I'm on a street of my hometown, down by the bookstore accross from highschool. Something is running, I hear it coming closer. I rans by and it's a geogeous small brown pony, with his mane and tail and by hooves beige. He runs by at full speed, and I check behind the corner, if he went the right way. No he didn't turn right, he continued towards the train station. But he stopped and he is comming back to me now, at full speed. I try to catch him and take him to safety. I know he is just playing, like a kid.

Morning of May 16, 2014. Friday.



My dream starts out with some annoying elements but becomes lucid and blissful. There is the usual recurring idea of living back in my King Street boarding house and not having paid rent for some time. My wife is living in the apartment with me; the one with the two larger closets, one with a built-in dresser, and the smaller multicolored window, the apartment of which I lived in for a time in real life (over time, I had lived in a total of three different apartments in the mansion-like building - it is strange because it is the only place I lived on my own in terms of single renting for about ten years on and off, I guess because it was only twenty to twenty-five dollars a week even in 1989).

Somehow, this seems very unusual even now. It is almost as if, even though I had not lived there since the late 1980s, I still owe all that back rent due to “still being there” at one level of memory all these years. It sounds quite strange, I know, but may be resolved one day.

My wife goes out into the hallway and yells at someone to turn their radio down. This is quite a bold act for her and she actually does it twice, and amazingly enough, the annoying loud music stops. It seems to be coming from outside to the west, though, rather than in our building.

Later in my dream, I go downstairs and notice that the door to the owners’ residence is open. They were a main promoter of Watkins products in real life (based in Winona, Minnesota) and it looks like a group of people are there for advice or pricing information. I think about my careful approach to talk about somehow paying the rent I supposedly owe (it seems in my dream that I had never paid any, which is a tad ridiculous). As usual, the landlady is extraordinarily sarcastic (even though in real life, she had actually offered me the chance to live there without paying rent, which I never took her up on). I ask her if there is any way that I could work for her and she talks about finding certain minerals - which apparently are only found in the Arctic regions (or North Pole, even though it is mostly ocean in reality compared to Antarctica).

My wife and I are soon outside. I become semi-lucid. A few other (unknown) people are following us, as I just decide to rise in the air and fly north. My wife is able to fly on her own to my right. We are greatly enjoying ourselves for the most part. However, the other people following us are really annoying and “violating our space” so I knock two of them back to the ground. This is actually a rarer dream where “normal” people can also supposedly fly.

We reach the Arctic regions fairly quickly and it seems quite beautiful. The idea of finding the special rare minerals seems to take a backseat to other ideas. The cold air, ice, and water are thrilling and my dream becomes even more vivid. I notice an open area that is like a larger river of sorts with ice floes here and there. In the water more to my left are a few smaller schools of fish. A regular event occurs which we watch several times. The smaller fish are “trapped” in a small but mobile whirlpool-like area that acts as such for a few minutes in a particular location, where a northern pike (the detail quite clear and correct in terms of imagery) rises up from the water, eating all or almost all of the fish each time. In afterthought, there is a play on “Great Northern”, which is a familiar link to the “Great Northern Railway” as related to or symbolizing the Source. This seems to be saying that “normal” people can not follow the “train of thought” (or see outside their own path or “trap”) regarding the real meaning of dreaming and thus are consumed by the Source perhaps without even being aware of the Source at all (the evidence of such which is virtually endless). This also seems related to the last dream of the same morning, which also featured a whirlpool (in the large glass of coffee aboard Skylab).

In both dreams, I am outside the whirlpool but still see it as beautiful and like a “portal” into infinity.

In one, the smaller “herd-mentality” fish (or symbolically “lemmings”?) are trapped and eaten by the northern pike in my “ideal dream environment”.

In the other, I am stirring the coffee (making the whirlpool) which is full of “dregs”. My role seems somewhat equivalent to that of the pike’s in the second dream.

Therefore, I may be able to conclude that in this case “small fish” equals “dregs” equals “ordinary” people who deny the Source where I may seemingly be a facet of the Source in the first dream as I become lucid. Interesting. Comparing it to my “Tornado!” dream of September 13, 1970, there seems to be an ongoing “force” that is now more harmonious (and far more “visible”) than when younger and it probably also relates to the implied “portal” of the blue flame or “Blue Pearl” event which started prenatally (and I certainly do not buy the idea that you “cannot” remember your childhood or perspective prior to birth - my most vivid memory is prenatal - perhaps because I was a month overdue or because of my NDE as a toddler).

Afternoon of May 16, 2014. Friday.



Of my 40,000 dreams or so I have meticulously documented and often eventually resolved, this entry takes a look at the English alphabet. It is obviously not complete (the more complex issues I will write about later on) and is mostly focused on my own inherent knowledge and lifelong experience (although some of it is quite obvious). This entry is related to primarily only uppercase letters.

Letter A, because of being the first letter of the alphabet, the first vowel, the symbol for “one” and because of looking like a snow-covered mountaintop, so therefore can relate to both isolation and feeling “on top of the world”, can also represent a “beginning” of sorts. It also looks like a pencil tip or arrow. It can also represent a Taurus, though I only use astrology in a symbolic sense and do not believe at all in the system itself.

Letter B may represent weakness, or being “second”. There are several ways to look at this. “Rounded teeth”, being “second to A”, and others. It can also relate to number 13 because of the image appearing as a 1 and 3 pressed together. On the other hand, it may relate to female breasts, in terms of basic imagery.

Letter C is the “internal” force of Yin and Yang or “half” of Yin and Yang while S is the outer force. Even westerners know this (at least the elite and more developed minds), which is how S and C also came to represent dollars and cents ($ and ¢), in that order. No coincidence. Money is the force that moves the world, similar to how Yin and Yang dominate the spiritual world. It could also represent incompleteness or needing to find your soulmate (because of it looking like a circle with a “missing piece”).

Letter D looks somewhat like a “tongue sticking out”, so could represent gossip or sarcasm, but there is a lot more to it, of course.

Letter E is a variation of “three”, depending on how a person interprets three. “E” can relate to being “average”, or even “mediocre” due to it being the most commonly used letter.

Letter F can be a variation on incompleteness due to it being like a “broken E”. However, it can also relate to “going your own way” because of that.

Letter G is similar to the concept of a “fixed path”, but one which is not yet “finalized”. There are several lowercase letters which relate to the Yin and Yang construct, those being b, d, p, q, and g. Numbers, though not as significant here, being 2, 4, 16, 17, and 7. Note that the idea of “mind your ps and qs” add up to 33, which is 11 more than 22. 33 is a different link to Yin and Yang which I have not done as much work in. Lowercase “p” is “q” mirrored and vice versa.

Letter H can be a ladder section or a railway track section depending on perspective. For me, it represented the Yin force and my links to the Temple of Hathor.

Letter I can be related to the self, as well as a “straight and narrow” path. It could even relate to the “eye” in some way, such as a health concern. It can also be a variation of number one.

Letter J, because of its shape, represents a warning about being “trapped” or “caught”, but not always. It could represent a negative relationship, human or otherwise (because of the “hooked” implications).

Letter K, I have written a lot on regarding the “K-Seal” and the play on number eleven. It represents a special communication from the Source. (It appears somewhat like a sideways envelope icon). It is also half of the “heart on the plane” and therefore for me, represented my validation with my twin flame. Note that when you take the 22nd letter which is V, which in turn is the “heart on the plane” when the twos are mirrored face to face (which also has a “V” in it) and then take the “sideways 3” off the top, you then have the uppercase letter K on its side. Quite intriguing, actually. Far too complex to be coincidental, especially as K is the eleventh letter and V the twenty-second, and of course the additional play that 1 < 3 (one, less than, three) can also imply two (though that is not the technical mathematical usage, but it still “reads” as such). There are so many layers here that circle back on themselves, it can only be long-term planning at other levels of consciousness over lifetimes.

Letter L can probably relate to changing your mind, or, because of the image, may be a variation on the number seven. It basically also represents a corner, angle, or outlook. In turn, it can represent a play on “angel” (because of the similarity to the world “angle” - in fact, my father often spelled “angel” as “angle” to deliberately annoy people or to see if they “caught” it. We had a lot of fun together in my youth).

Letter M can represent Virgo, or Yin, or feminine supraconscious forces. Letter W is a variation on this. Children often draw the ocean as one long “letter M” and the ocean can represent deeper levels of consciousness, including the supraconscious or collective consciousness

Letter N can represent momentum or rhythm or be an alteration of how one views letter Z.

Letter O can be either completeness or “feeling like nothing” depending on viewpoint, as letter O also looks like zero, or “zer oh”, so “O” is actually sounded in the word “zero”, as well as people saying “O” instead of “zero” in a number sequence.

Letter P can relate to being incomplete in one sense because of a “broken BE” or with ideals being high.

Letter Q in my case represented my link to Yin, and moving from the “inner order” to the “outer order” (shown by the line that crosses the circle going from in to out or the reversal depending on your view) in my association with several personal clues and astounding significant “plays”, those being “Susie Q” (and my wife being in QLD at the time of first contact as well as Q being followed by the two capital letters of my last name in this case), and many other more recent ones (such as the omnipotent being on “Star Trek: The Next Generation” as well as representing Quetzalcoatl and my recurring dreams of resplendent quetzals). It also can be a play on “cue” or “cute” or even “clue”.

Letter R can relate to energy in a more complex or “visible” way, though it may also be “too” stimulating.

Letter S is the outer force of Yin and Yang as well as Kundalini energy. In my case, C begins my first name, and S begins my wife’s first name when anglicized. It can also represent harmony as well as a lack of money (for example, in being an “incomplete” dollar symbol). S and C together is completeness: 19th letter and 3rd letter total V, the 22nd letter. Obviously S and C is also “dollars and cents” with a play on cents also being “sense”. (This is even more relevant, to me, the “Yang/Yank” coming to where they do not even use the concept of “cents” - but simply pretend there are pennies or single units - a rather bizarre, distorted scene to be sure - whereas America does not have the “dole”/dollar in the way Australia does, so there you go.)

Letter T is Yang, Christ, Sagittarius, a play on nine, or in a negative sense, a “block” or division in a relationship - relating to “crossroads” (nearly all symbols have opposite potentials). It loosely represents a crown or similar form of authority.

Letter U is either a “changed mind” a symbol for gossip or “refusal” or simply a play on “you”. Note how it also can represent the human tongue. It may also represent refusal to “see” the source, as “you” is a representation of ego. (I do not normally write “you is”, haha, this being a special circumstance.)

Letter V is another form of Yin and Yang, and represents love (being the bottom half of the heart) as well as “V for Valentine” and the 22nd master number representation.

Letter W is related to being with your soulmate or even more-so your twin flame, due to the play on “double you” which is a reference to your “twin” or partner in life. It is also a play on Yin and “inverted” Virgo.

Letter X seems to represent another form of the “crossroads” - some people believe that Christ was crucified on an “X” rather than a “T” or “t”. It sort of relates to a person with their arms and legs out as in either full openness or lack of direction.

Letter Y was a personal clue for me of Yin and Yang. The “sign” that linked my wife and I since childhood was a “letter Y” with a horizontal line through the middle. However, this can also be a play on a lot of things, including an “arrow”, the question “Why?” It could relate to the very next and last letter (“Z”) in asking “Why death?” or “Why sleep?”

Letter Z represents sleep (or possibly death). I even have had dreams where I saw Zs floating above a dream character’s head, but this has not been for a long time and I think is mostly a childhood concern.

I have left a lot out here, but may touch upon it again at a future date.

Dreamt I was back in my teens. Some hot head preacher has decided to start up Sunday school on Fridays and well as Sundays. He knew I hated this idea and hated Sundays, but he thought he could discipline me in front of all his followers. He had no idea what hit him as I questioned and challenged his authority in front of all his followers. I called his church a stupid cult.

It was a really angry dream!

But the ending was cool...

After all that there was this beautiful lake and unknown snowy mountains behind it. It felt like an adventure waiting to happen.

A tram derails. I am diving in sea weed. There's a tsunami and I wonder if the rest of the world is alarmed at how many we have been having lately. There's a power cut in a library because of the derailed tram.

#316 - DILD - 6:00AM

I have a sex dream about my wife that turns into a false awakening. I am in some unfamiliar bedroom with a large mirror above the nightstand. I notice that I am fully dressed and assume that I must have sleepwalked while dreaming the sex dream. The thing that gets my attention is how oddly I am dressed. I am wearing a white lab coat with a really short, blue windbreaker. The windbreaker has button straps on the shoulders, but the left side has a small stuffed monkey attached to it. I completely crack up at this. I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts and my eyes look red and watery. I tell my wife how funny this all is and Then my sister in law comes in the room and I tell her all about it still laughing. They both seem uninterested.

I decide that I absolutely have to take a picture of myself and pull out my phone. The phone doesn't seem to be working properly but I manage. When I take the picture, I notice the monkey has vanished. All of this makes me realize that I am dreaming. I remember that I have been trying to study faces more in waking life to make better dream characters. This makes me suddenly curious to study my own face in the mirror, but my sister in law starts talking really loud and I find it so annoying that I can't concentrate. (She would) I will her to be silent but I must have tried too hard because now both Dcs have left. I feel that I am alone in the room and that's fine; it's quite. My reflection dream character looks completely normal and legit. I'm really impressed with the vividness but decide to move on.

I leave the mirror and head down a hallway but the dream starts to fade out. I am not ready to let the dream go so I do some mad hand rubbing. Sadly, Its not working and I slowly wake up.

I'm still trying to hold on to the dream so I don't move a muscle and focus on relaxing my body. This allows me to DEILD right away into the void. I have a falling sensation, then feel myself floating and slowing spinning as if in zero G. My back has been hurting in waking life and I am pleased that it feels light and painless. I let out and exaggerated sigh of relief. I worry that my wife will hear, but let that go since I am obviously dreaming again. I sigh loudly once more to prove the point to myself. Then I have other curious thoughts like wondering if I am in Tonic REM or NREM. I tell myself I just need to wait it out. I have a memory gap after this and find myself in another false awakening.

I hear the break buzzer at work. I sit up and look at a clock. Its 2:00. When I stand up, I see that I was sleeping on a pallet on the floor in my old department. I find it shocking that I actually got away with this. I stagger to the break room feeling really groggy and sleepy. Something is not right... Not only do I recognize this dream sign, but I also remember that I left this department not long ago and my vision is really distorted. I fall to the floor looking around for some visual stability. My eyes lock on a face. The more I stare the more clear and vivid is gets. It's a young attractive blond woman. I don't feel any desire for her, but I lock my eyes on her because shes all I've got. As I watch her walk past, I notice I have tunnel vision, but can clearly see that she is wearing a white lab coat that reads “photo”. We are in Wal-Mart and I assume she works at the photo lab. Our eyes meet and she gives me a bland expression and continues walking past not bothering to talk to me. I need some interaction so I say something flirty to her. She turns to look at me over her shoulder but is still not interested. It's almost as if she seems to sense my presence but doesn't hear or see me. I say, “What? Are you just going to ignore me?” Then, the dream is suddenly interrupted by my alarm clock.

i was laying down and had the sensation that kristen had suddenly flown over me. i woke up startled cuz i thought i was naked and didnt want to be seen but then she disapeared which freaked me out. i tried to get up but couldnt move. i realized i must be in sleep payalsysis. i laid there trying to just focus on moving my finger (i remembered this technique from the movie kill bill) i finally moved my thumb and then had the confidence to get out of bed. i stepped down onto the floor and the dream was very unstable. itried to stabalize it by talking out loud and looking at my hands but i couldnt see my hands at all. i peered out a tiny window that was in my floor and saw a gloomy day with trees. i decided i would try and go out there. should have spent more time stabalizing dream, i lost lucidity/ even more so should have remained completly still after i lost conciousness

short dream

I was inside my house and I looked out the front window and saw a man with a rope around his neck, the rope tied to the tree in my front yard. He was ready to hang himself. I ran outside to him and yelled "Dont!" and he said something like, "but I don't want to live anymore" and I was going to try to talk him out of it but I realized that I had no idea what to say.. but apparently I figured something out because he didn't go through with it.

I wish I remembered more of this dream

I was standing on the shore of an ocean. it was foggy and I was looking out to sea. I don't remember this but I think I went out as far as I could and drowned (on purpose?). I was then in space, something guiding me (God?) and we zoomed throughout the universe. I saw stars and galaxies and it was amazing. Then I appeared in this room full of guitars. Some of them had broken strings. They represented people's lives. Then, I asked if there was a place to go rollerblading in heaven. I appeared outside on a smooth tarmac and there was this girl rollerblading like an ice skater. I joined her and it was fun

watched Agents of SHIELD before sleeping... FITZ!
valerian

1st recalled dream

fragments of May from the show, probably involving sexy times

back to sleep and

im in a library with my sister sitting across the table from her. my mom is using a tablet a the table beside us

wake

back to sleep for 10 minutes

i'm visiting my dad's friend, L's house. I sit down in a light peachy, off white couch across from his wife and their son who is asleep. upon seating myself he wakes up. he has auburn hair and freckles. his mother's age is visible, she has white hair in a loose ponytail. there is a window the the left of me.

i wake

To bed at 12:08 a.m.

Woke up at 7:30 a.m. non-lucid

Working at some sort of job, serving a handsome, Asian man beer as part of the job. He tries to get me to drink some, but I keep refusing. I think he's flirting with me. I tell him I've never drank alcohol before.

Another day on the job. I'm at the back near the exit dealing with a table of customers when someone at the front stabs someone. I sneak out the exit and later hear that everyone in the restaurant was killed (I think).

News reports about the killer (I think). No one is sure what to do with him/her yet.

I'm in Japan and meet a group of people studying abroad. I'm only there for a month because I'm married, but content with that. Later I am in a room with another guy studying abroad and tell him about how I'm married and only here for a month. I don't remember, but I think he might be the killer. I think I was a little afraid he was going to kill me, but somehow knew he wouldn't. Or perhaps we were talking about the killer. Perhaps I felt like he could protect me. I don't remember anymore.

While working in the restaurant, I remember there being a middle aged lady supervising me. I think she was Chinese. She kind of looked like one of my close friends’ moms, but not exactly. I think her hair was dyed a purplish color. There was another woman worker as well more around my age, a little older. She was Asian too. I think the middle aged lady reprimanded me for not drinking the beer with the customer.

.../I go downstairs of a house where we live. The ground floor is a huge cavern and I get lost looking for something. It's all dark and I want to turn on some light. The ceiling is high above my head. I find a corner with a light switch. I turn it on and I see a light has turned on somewhere but it's difficult to see because of my hair falls on my face. I remember somebody told me about a big spider inhabiting this place. I want to get back upstairs to our room. I try to free my view but it's a mass of hairs in front of my eyes. I hardly find the stairs and go up, hoping not to find that big spider. I don't know how big could it be, when I feel some spider web falling on my face. I think it could be just my hair. Finally I get to our room. The door is a closet which doors are made of glass. I have to open them with a little key to get in. A soft moon light get through the windows, I see some shadows in the corridor. My wife gently sleeps on the bed. I cannot close the lock when I see a spider which body is the size of a basket ball, running along the hallway. It gives me the creeps, I want to close the damn door but its lock seems to be broken/...

* The dream is abruptly interrupted by one of my kids
* I consider that as a nightmare because of the uncomfortable feelings.

.../It's night. I'm walking on the streets close to the informal market, playing with my shadow on the lines of the slabs. I'm hearing the song Black Sabbath playing on the background while someone tells something about the band/...

* Alarm went off. I know there was more but unfortunately I wasn't able to remember more...

I was in a book store trying to find June Jay this author that my girlfriend apparently knew. June Jay is a made of author that I am not familar with in real life. I tried to get transferred to her but the book store clerk said that due to contract purposes that was not allowed.

Morning of May 15, 2014. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,314-04. Reading time: 2 min 45 sec.



I am riding in a landau with Zsuzsanna either late at night or early in the morning before dawn in Rochester, Minnesota. I get the feeling we are enjoying an expensive tour. The unknown coachman is on our left as I sit in the middle. At one point, we are going down 2nd Street SW so that when we turn right, we will go past the Mayo Clinic Baldwin Building. There are many high buildings adjacent to the streets. There is no other traffic or any other people.

What is surreal about this scene is that the small brown horse pulling the carriage is nearly half a city block ahead of us on a very long lead rein. It seems to be like this so that tourists cannot take control or cause the landau to go in a different direction. Even so, the lead rein seems too slack for feasible control of the horse. I wonder what will happen when we get to an intersection and have to turn the corner.

When the horse reaches the intersection and turns right, we have to stop. We have to get out of the carriage to push and align it to the perpendicular street to continue our journey. I consider we will probably have to do this several times before we get to our destination. Zsuzsanna and I decide to walk.

In a room on the second floor of the hotel, I find a television broadcast annoying, but I am unsure how to turn it off. Zsuzsanna is on the bed, and there is an unusual movement over her skin, like a ripple effect (reminiscent of moderate ocean waves).

Later, I am in a library where there are many other people. I am standing in an area near a long table that is mostly to my right. A young male approaches me and pulls something out of my left plaid shirt pocket with his right hand. It is a Mars candy bar wrapper. He throws it on the table while claiming it is against library policy for anyone to carry a card in their pocket. His activity makes no sense to me, and I decide to punch him and knock him to the floor.

My instinctual awareness of being in the dream state increases to full recognition I am dreaming. I leave the library, though it is now part of a larger building. I follow two people out into the hall as I see it is like a college I went to and later worked at in maintenance in La Crosse.

I walk westerly down the hall. I see through the glass doors that sparse raindrops are falling outside. It now seems to be winter. I feel anticipation because I enjoy walking and flying in the rain in dreams, and I know it will vivify my dreaming experience. When I walk outside, the rain is stopping. I walk down the alley, and my awareness seems to fade only slightly.

I am sitting on the ground. I look out from the end of the alley and notice a pair of feminine legs that shine with a golden light. (It is a pale gold but then closer to canary yellow, but at one point, it looks mottled with white or paler yellow). The unknown girl stands near a parked car. She is briefly talking on a payphone but then on her cell phone. She is wearing a short dark blue skirt and black stilettos. For a time, I can only see her from the waist down due to a low tree branch blocking the rest of the scene. I am intrigued.

Otherwise, she seems to be an ordinary woman engaging in everyday activities. When I get up and go closer, I see her walking a bit north from the car, but she stops and looks at me as if expecting me to say something. My dream fades as her glowing skin dims somewhat.

My liminal awareness arises to full recognition of being in transition in my dream relative to the shifting somatosensory dynamics and my physical orientation in bed (a factor more sustained in childhood).

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Morning of May 15, 2014. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,314-04 decoding. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.

This entry explains the dream content causation of “Long Rein, Short Rain, Candy Bar Wrapper, Golden Legs,” a long dreaming experience that includes the usual dreaming processes and liminal navigation caused by being in REM sleep.

The horse is the simulacrum that anticipates achieving control over my physical body during the waking transition. The lead rein is too long because of the instinctual recognition that I cannot move my body as long as I am asleep. The unknown coachman is this dream’s kinaesthetic personification, a factor of my duality caused by dreaming and a model of the ambiguity of liminal space.

An intersection models synaptic gating while dreaming as a result of being in REM sleep. The horse turns to the right, an expectation I will move to my right upon waking, as I sleep on my left side.

(The woman with gold legs at the end of my dream is also to my right. She represents the same factor. Both are focused on the anticipation of leg movement that is only possible when awake, other than myoclonus.)

The next scene validates I am dreaming, as it features a bed in a fictitious hotel room. There is an instinctual recognition of the imaginary somatosensory perceptions of dreaming that creates ripples on Zsuzsanna’s skin.

A library correlates with cerebral activity and seeking to read. Somatosensory dynamics are still perceived, though the illusion features a candy bar wrapper someone takes from my shirt pocket. I think of enhancing my imaginary experience with the sensation of rain on my skin (also a form of virtual melatonin mediation). The candy bar wrapper reminds me my dream body’s skin is not real. I assume the card referred to is an identification card, so this is confirming my dream self is neither my waking-life identity nor can viably read in the imaginary library.

Gold becomes predominant in my dreams when closer to the threshold of the final waking process and represents the daytime (as a circadian rhythm factor) and coming into awareness of daylight. Here, it has dual associations with the recognition my body is immobile as I sleep, and the wakefulness personification has golden legs. She is also communicating, first by payphone (requiring standing up), and by cell phone, and then by looking directly at my imaginary dream self.

My entire dream stems from the seeking of the mind-body connection that is only viable when awake, from resolving sleep atonia (with minor anticipation of myoclonus) to preparing to walk. (I am lying on the ground in the final scene, after sitting up, becoming more aware of my body’s sleeping position. This factor is a common attribute of my dreaming history.)

The selection of the simulacra as the kinaesthetic dynamics seem ultimately random. Even so, a horse is more likely to kick (myoclonus), though over time (my dream being longer than average), the woman with “daylight legs” appears after I look out from the end of an alley (in becoming more aware of physical immobility while sleeping).

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