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"Awakening in C's room with grandmother leads to dad fixing the cellar"

I awake in C's bedroom. It is still dark outside. We get out of bed and she heads towards the toilet, handing me some boxer shorts on the way there. They look like my Finding Waldo boxers, but I am in doubt as to whether they are mine or hers. Sensing a brief glimpse of excitement I look down, but find that she is wearing a pair of rather boring black panties.

As she heads towards the hallway and the toilet I look down and find that I have all my clothes packed up in blue Ikea bags, as I would normally use for my washing clothes. The clothes are clean though, but I think to myself that I need to move this out of here.

Her Ex boyfriend gets out of bed and walks towards the hallway as well. He is a short, scrawny and little man and I wonder what she has ever really seen in him anyway.

a small skip...

I awake in the same bed. I am lying next to my grandmother on my mother's side. I find it weird to be sharing a bed with my grandmother, but at the same time I find nothing wrong with simply sharing closeness and intimacy. She leans in closer to me and I accept the embrace. She smiles and laughs as the she initiates the following dialogue:

“You know you grandfather was such a devil.” She says.
“How so?” I reply.
“Well he actually woke up one night and asked me this - “Maybe the reason you can’t sleep at night is because I keep stealing the duvet at night””
“Wow he actually said that?” I respond.
“Yes” she responds, also indicating that he didn’t do anything about it at all.

I get up and I walk into the living room. My grandmother is in there, but she has gained a lot of weight. This is a good thing as I see that she no longer looks scrawny and too slim, but has gained some roundness and looks like an older version of my mother and aunt combined. She is talking, even flirting, with this man on the right side of the living room. There is an element of school gym about the room and the man – whom is unknown, but maybe middle aged – is standing by some wall bars. I find it good that she has gained weight and are interested in men again.

The scene shifts.

I am now outside. It is early morning and still darkish. I want to go up to C’s room again to find my cigarettes and get my clothes out of her flat. I look up and am encouraged as I see that there are lights in her room. But on a second look I see that the light is lit in the room above hers. This is a challenge as I don’t want to wake her up to get my stuff, but I quickly think that the cellar door will be open in my own house and I can probably find some cigarettes there.

I walk back to the house. I find the cellar door open and as I walk inside I see that the entire room is drenched in water and insulated all around the walls. The insulation is white and it gives the entire room the look of a rugged and very large rubber cell you would find in a psychiatric ward.

I say to myself “This is a problem”, as I see the insulation being drenched and almost as big as mattresses hanging from the ceiling.

My dad walks in. I tell him “surely we can’t fix this by putting up a bit of plastic?” He responds “I’ve got this, I think it should be sufficient”.

I crawl out of the door again, which is now a small square hole in the south east corner. I notice that the terrace and lawn outside are also insulated. I think to myself “How is this going to work when the snow comes around?”.

I walk up the stairs to the main floor. I look out into the living-room and kitchen area and proclaim “wow you have really done a fantastic job with the floors” as I see that the wooden floors are totally spotless, indicating he (my dad) has spent a lot of time cleaning them. I walk into the entrance way and wipe my feet, which causes the small pebbles and dirt I have under my feet to scatter all across the floor. My dad enters the room and is furious at me for making a mess.

I feel somewhat guilty and see that it isn’t entirely fair what I have done, but I also feel hurt at his attack.

He gets out a mop and starts sweeping the floors. I wonder why he does that as it would be better to hoover before using the mop, but guess that he doesn’t want to waste time doing it again and will settle for just using the mop to sweep the mess I just made.

When he is done he packs up the mop and puts it on the shelf in the entrance, behind a candlestick up against a large painting in the entrance. I ask him why he is putting it there and that surely there must be some place better to put it. He seems to agree, but also seems frustrated at my remark.

I had been visiting JMU, something about parties going on but I was older or not an original student there.

In a game of fortnite, my friend was sending me snaps of some sort of awards show going on that was affiliated with JMU but on the fortnite map. The circles were getting smaller. I thought if I hid about I would be fine. I jumped down in to the divot which had a lot of different themed buildings down there and trees overhanging. I grabbed a heavy sniper and was sniping people who were just sitting watching the awards show at the top of entrance to the divot. I missed a few times. There were now only 3 people left. I saw one person start building out of the divot and fight the other person. I was looking at my mini map which had a bunch of different circles, it was difficult to see which one I needed to go to. I started picking up different items. There were apples in my inventory, I was trying to eat them and regain my health. Now it was a 1v1 situation. The guy jumps down into the divot. He's in some sort of armor suit. I'm shooting at him but it's not damaging him. I jump into some sort of tornado thing that propels me upwards. I snipe him again but nothing. His suit has these arms like Dr. Octopus. I'm trying to dodge shots behind pieces of metal. He starts shoving them at me trying to kill me by trapping me. His head now looks like Thanos as he climbs into a giant metal structure that is slowly moving towards me. I jump over a fence to escape, but it breaks down the fence. I start flying in between different structures that are very old and are covered in cobwebs and dust. I can't find any items to heal and I'm almost out of bullets. I jump over to another structure. It was like the playground from Kings Charter lakeview. He's now 10 times the size of me talking to me. I don't think I can escape this time. In my head if I jump one way or the other he's just going to grab me.

I was in a kind of movie theater or opera house. There was a kind of show going on. As part of the show, the performer let loose a lion to terrorize me. I lay on the ground (hiding under a seat?), and tried to stay absolutely still. I tried very hard to calm my nerves and stare it in the eye without showing fear. Hiro and his younger, chubbier brother (?) were in the audience as well.

Scene with Jack Sparrow. Kinda gross, actually. He pissed his pants and needed to clean his clothes quickly because he had to meet some people. It was disgusting but funny to watch.

A guy behind prison bars (or was I the one behind bars?) had a shotgun pointed at my face. He wanted some intel. I told him what he wanted to know. He asked how I knew that, and who my source was. I told him I wasn't going to tell him. If I did, he'd have no more need for me and I might end up dead. I recall staring pretty deeply down the barrel all the way to the end, and noticing I didn't care. I didn't feel fear.

Another note says 'university (no money)' but I'm not sure what it means. I don't recall the dream. Also, 'Kevin's place'. He's my brother. And 'pipes and WRC'. Every pipe represented a WRC game. I know it doesn't make any sense.

I woke up with the soundtrack 'Fight the Power' still echoing in my head.

Some stuff happened which I can't remember. After these events, a girl walks away from me. We'd experienced stuff together. Realizing it was my last chance, I ran after her and kinda casually asked if she wanted to have sex. Not exactly my usual MO in real life... Anyway, she said she'd told me before she wanted to do that. I didn't recall. Anyway, I wrapped my arm around her waist and we walked off. I warned her I was a bit self-conscious about my body as I'd recently put on a few pounds and am not exactly a tanned beach god.

Then we got ambushed by these SWAT-team guys. I was forced to the ground, and forcibly hogtied. Turns out the cops were hunting for so-called 'Xenoes' (plural of Xeno), a collection of mutants and mechanically augmented people. Basically everyone who wasn't a 'normal' human, was automatically a Xeno. Xenoes were being 'made' by biotech companies around the globe (Isolay was mentioned, a company from the Deus Ex games). They said human augmentation was 'breaking the fabric of society'. Normally, I would debate them fiercely on this as I'm a transhumanist. But in this case, I just wanted sex. They released me as soon as they confirmed I wasn't a Xeno and I went on my way, with my girl of course.

I was flying over my hometown towards my mom's place (not where she lives in real life). I had only just discovered how to fly and was trying to figure out how to navigate. I just followed the streets. I have the layout of the town memorized. I vaguely realized it wasn't real, as at some point I lost control of the dream and the world vanished, leaving my vision black. I focused really hard to make it come back.

I was walking the street where I used to live as a kid. I think it was 2006. While walking, I was fiddling around with this old camera we used to have. One of the early digital cameras. A voice told me 'they used to take pictures differently back then'. I could hear the 'Heroes' soundtrack in the background.

I stayed at my mom's place, but it was a truly bizarre place. It looked like a small ancient temple, maybe Mayan, in a garden that looked more like a jungle. The 'temple' was adorned all around with glyphs that somehow lit up.

I was in a space consisting of three rooms separated by open doorways without doors. There was a guy who turned out to be a firefighter. He knew André, a guy who trained me at my job. I was amazed by the coincidence. Suddenly I had this epiphany that 'everything was connected'. The 'Touch' soundtrack started playing.

I was living together with another girl, she had blonde hair and big blue eyes. I think she worked as a model since she was so stunning. Anyway, we both seemed to have a crush on the same man which I didn’t really mind. Because she had dated him but now when they had broke up, the guy was interested in me instead. He asked me out and I was sooo happy!
After the date, I came back to the street near our apartment and stopped to buy some cinema popcorn and soda to feast on while talking about my first date with my roommate. But as I ordered the popcorn and the soda the people around seemed rude and glared at me. I was holding the pink dress that I had been wearing on the date with one hand and was holding the pink shoes in the other. It looked amazing, all sparkle with rhinestones.
It did look like a prom dress!

The woman who was supposed to take care of my order was really mean. She put plenty of acorns and three popcorns on the desk and glanced at me with some attitude! I told her she forgot about my soda and that I was allergic to acorns so I really wanted to have the popcorns. She stopped being so rude and actually did as I told her. Finally. I just needed to pay but forgot to check if I had money on my card but the phone was taking ages to load the site for my bank. I was so tired so I kind of felt drunk. The girl was I was living with suddenly saw me passing by while waiting for my phone to load the site. She looked at me with fury before she walked away to the apartment. I followed her and she locked the door. I didn’t understand since we were supposed to be best friends. But when I came closer to the door I heard other girls in there talking about me. They all talked about my beautiful pink dress that seemed way to fancy for me to even own! Why had I been wearing it? Why was I seen with the girl’s ex? Why was I even a part of her life? All this questions got more painful as I was eavesdropping. The door suddenly opened and the girl came out with a key in her hand. She opened the door to another apartment and threw all my things in there and told me to stop stealing from her. I was heartbroken. I hadn’t been stealing. I had a lovely first date… I just wanted to share. I was deeply disappointed.


Note: I'm not allergic to acorn but it felt like I needed a reason not to accept the acorns. Eh.

Sep 23 2018

Four nights lucid in a row! PB!

[D] FA where I'm in bed, feeling my breath intensely. I can see two spheres of breath rotating and flowing throughout themselves, as if each of them is tearing itself inside out. The spheres are located a few inches in front of my face and are about 5 inches in diameter each. They're arranged one atop the other forming a sort of figure 8. I shift to seeing this in third person from the left side. Maybe they're feeding into each other? But I see and feel their movement aligned with my even, deep breaths.

[?] Wrote something in my DJ but can only vaguely make out the words "tonight", "Jesus", and "fool". Awoke 5:30am.

[L] In 9. The dream starts in my bedroom. My bunk is high, almost shoulder level (like one of my old dorm rooms). There are some assorted items laid out on the bed. It's dark outside. I'm trying to find something. The dream shifts to the front yard briefly, then to the kitchen. I need to make F a BLT without lettuce or tomato, on a long sourdough slice. For some reason I'm trying to find a saucepan (maybe to cook the bacon?) but the only one I can find is submerged in water in a white bowl next to the sink. The pan has a thin coating of spaghetti sauce on it. Around this point I become lucid, or rather reach the threshold of awareness, but decide not to do anything about it and to observe instead. I don't consciously control anything, from dream body to dream logic. I put down the slices of toast in the toaster, and they seem too long but somehow change dimensions to fit. At first the slices are vertical as expected, but after looking away and back, they are arranged horizontally at the bottom of the toaster. I'm talking to F this whole time. Finally I tell her "I'm lucid". She doesn't really react. I decide to do something improvised, a coordinated reality check. I hold out my palm and either through speech/nonverbal command or through expectation, I have her stick her finger through my palm. It worked! However now I couldn't really see her, and could see through her. She was transparent and I could clearly read some text behind her that took the form of her body. The dream shifted quickly and I was outside the kitchen looking in, and the lights were off. I said aloud "lights on!" and some dim lights came on but not all. The dream started to fade. I remembered to do math but lost the dream before I could. When I awoke I tried to DEILD, however I could only see the emerging scene if I strained my eyes to the bottom-right corner; there were maybe 5 or 6 scenes that emerged. When I opened my eyes it was around 6:40.

[F] I find myself outside a sliding glass door with a family inside. They let me in, they're part of a resistance and they're hiding me from someone; before this I was in a ditch. This was in-depth but unfortunately my pen ran out of ink.

[D] I was in a church library. There were bookcases that slid apart, and I was shoved inside. Inside it was dark and there were others. We could see through the cracks of light left by the books. After several implied weeks of pleading my case that we weren't able to read the books in the dark, those imprisoning us finally gave us some better quarters. It was some sort of speakeasy establishment, and our quality of life went up (we had alcohol and other entertainment) but now some of the black prisoners were slaves/barmaids.

Sep 24 2018

I had at least four dreams but can only remember two. I'm trying to utilize a memory palace for dream recall when I don't have a physical DJ next to my bed, but it's not always working (although it does help a bit).

[D] I'm in the backyard of 9, in full knight's armor. I'm carrying a metal jug of gasoline or urine. It's daytime outside and I'm splashing this mystery liquid all over the lawn; I get some on my neighbor's fence.

[D] After a longish dream, I find myself sleeping 9's garage. There are several pillows, and one of them is fancy but makes no sense (day residue from a stupid sweater one of the Property Brothers was wearing). It's made by George (the Walmart brand). It was very visually vivid (and mentally/perceptually clear) at this point, and I think if I didn't get involved with the dream drama I could've easily become lucid. I was in a sling chair but now I'm in some sort of giant furniture bucket looking at a late 90's desktop and monitor. My dad comes in and talks to me for a bit. I decide to go inside and sleep on the couch (worried about bugs). When I go to shut down my computer though, my C drive disappears! I think my hard drive somehow unmounted itself (in the dream I thought somehow it got disconnected/shaken loose). It's a weird mix of XP and Vista and 7 and when I open the start menu I can't search for anything in the search bar. I start freaking out about my computer, eventually I wake up.

I'm hiking through some mountains to get somewhere. I took a different route than other people to the point we're meeting at and end up arriving first. Other people are at this spot, but most of them are packing up. I start to unpack and get ready to lay down for some rest. It starts to drizzle rain, however, and my things, including my sleeping pad, start to get wet. Looking up at the sky, I can see it's still sunshine but a dark cloud is right over us and getting bigger. I hope it moves away soon and start blowing up my sleeping pad. I take deep breaths in and surprisingly blow up and significant amount of it in just a few breaths. Everyone from my group starts to show up at this point and ask how I got here so fast.

Morning of September 23, 2018. Sunday.

Dream #: 18,906-05. Optimized 1 min 30 sec read.



With metacognitive dreaming, I navigate my vestibular phasing response with imaginary kinesthesia. It has been my predominant form of metacognitive dream state navigation since early childhood. I direct my somatosensory phasing upward, from feet to head to uplifted hands, and request (and anticipate) storm conditions for wind.

I am a boy in my dream. The setting is the front of the Cubitis house, close to the carport. Jim (older half-brother on my mother's side, deceased) appears as he was in the early 1970s. He has a large book of information about a secret society to which he belongs. I read a paragraph about the requirements for mountain climbers and explorers. (This part is influenced by watching "Exploring With Josh" videos on YouTube before sleep.)

It seems to be morning, but the many gray clouds I called for are overhead. I tie two bedsheets together, tearing parts into strips, and throw the "rope" into the air. Jim tries it, but the other end curves downward, and the makeshift rope falls back down. I hold onto one end of the "rope," and I rise into the sky, about ten feet from the ground, the bedsheet "rope" mostly remaining vertical. (This was influenced by watching "Tau" from 2018 two days ago when Julia made a cloth rope to manipulate devices outside of where she and the other two were, though the orientation was horizontal, not vertical. It also implies I am seeking the thinking skills that only my conscious mind has, which is validated by the dream segment after this one.)

Eventually, I find a newspaper and roll a two-page spread into a cone. It becomes unrealistically long and pulls me into the sky, higher than the bedsheet did. The scene repeats, but I add more two-page newspaper spreads. Jim seems puzzled as to how I am doing this. My parents (both deceased) come out during the last minutes. (I lack recall of any of their deaths.)

I hang onto the newspaper "rope" and enjoy the intense vivid feeling of movement and flight as I remain in a vertical position. The wind blows me about north and south above the front yard. The other end remains airborne and stable in its height even though it does not connect to anything.

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Night of September 22, 2018. Saturday.

Reading time: 1 min 19 sec. Readability score: 66.



I enter a typical sustained “preconscious as intruder” scenario within a dual dream. It is part of an atypical late evening nap. I am aware of where I am in bed, but not lucid.

My youngest son is in the lounge room. An unfamiliar black boy (interconsciousness avatar of this dream) of about twelve is also present to his left, closer to the west window. They are watching television.

An unknown man (preconscious avatar) is standing just outside the window (though I never see him). He is talking continuously. He seems to be bullying everyone in the lounge room as I watch from bed. The curtain covers much of the window, though not all of it. The boys move the curtain down more behind the bureau, and the man makes sarcastic comments about the act. I vaguely expect him to break the window, but there is no violence.

Meanwhile, parts of another dream are unfolding. It is about a stick that ends up in various machines. Someone pulls a stick that was somehow stuck into the face of a DVD player (implied to be about where my wardrobe is, though the setting is ambiguous bilocation). When someone unknown pulls the stick out, the inside of the DVD player seems organic, with the essence of the inside of a human body.

There is talk about the stick causing malfunctions in computers in part of a “Star Trek: Voyager” scenario. Robert Picardo’s head is atop a stack of motherboards in our kitchen and cheerfully looking at Tom Paris, who seems annoyed and puzzled. It seems the motherboards will eventually fuse and come together to form a human body.

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The last scene is my dream self trying to coalesce my thinking skills to become more aware, causing me to wake in this case. (I typically use reading text and technology features to augment dream self awareness, but I also used coins to do so in childhood.) Robert Picardo as my emerging consciousness avatar is pretty funny.

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Sep 22 2018

(from phone and in reverse order, will start doing proper entries again one day)

D - HMT - night, distinct steps - slavery/oppression situation - an email gets leaked and a kill order is sent (room, test?)

Lucid! 6.44, in crowded mall, surge of awareness, put hand on DCs like she was pregnant, become lucid! LOTS of DCs. most smiling and laughing directly at me, although i don't interpret it as humiliation, but something more like happiness/being proud of me). say aloud, "subconscious, make all of my dreams automatically lucid", start losing the lucid and remember to math but accidentaly count instead, by the time i add it's too late, awake (stiff bed)

F - before - woman in closet tied up w phone alarm going off, someone almost finds but doesn't, she will die in there

D - long magenta house, yelling hardcore at mom, i want to leave. shame, guilt, anger. dad involved (their fight), oven/meal

F - megaphone/board game, F screaming, title of game - screaming (at police officers?)

F - school before

I'm at a bar with several friends I know. We are laughing and having a good time right outside the doors when a cop car shows up. It's just pulled up on the street watching everyone, and doesn't have any lights on, yet. One of the guys and I don't like being here with the cop and we can't get back through the doors right behind us so we decide to pretend like we're gay and hold hands while walking around to the other side of the building (don't know why that was the best idea in my head). As we begin walking, we can hear the cop car behind us slowly following. I get really annoyed at this as why would he need to follow us? Eventually, as we round a corner, the cop stops and turns back around and we make it to the other side to head back in. Inside is a new atmosphere from when we were first here. Now, everything's quiet, and a group of people is arguing over some contract. I walk downstairs to find that a lot of people are sitting quietly all over the floor, like they're hiding from the people upstairs. As I keep walking down a hallway, I emerge in a large gym. a group of guys I don't know is testing out some of the equipment. I walk over as they are testing the floor mats which look to be memory foam. A guy drops a heavy weight from shoulder height and it lands with a highly muffled boom, like the sound of a cannon firing from outside the building. This is a good sound, though, meaning the foam dispersed the shock of the weight really well.

I'm with a group of friends in a house where someone is making breakfast. At the time, though, I'm more concerned with getting drinks ready for tonight so I go out and reserve 10 drinks from some kind of vendor guy. Later, it's nighttime and I'm walking through an abandoned factory area, and I know I'm being tracked by a girl I know who wants to eliminate me. I stop outside one of the buildings trying to spot any movement. When I don't see anything, I start to get freaked out and run back to the dorms which are apparently close by. I run up to her room to find the door open, but no one in her room. I quickly walk away down the stairs. Eventually, I come back to the house to find everyone drinking. I go back to the vendor to get my reserved drinks, but he tells me they're all out. later, I'm walking down the road in my neighborhood. I feel happy and decide to run with my hands out to my sides like an airplane. I really feel like I could take off, but think it looks weird so I stop. I continue walking down past the turn into the cul-de-sac when I'm greeted with an amazing view. It's the sunset just above the mountaintop with green fields covering the hills at the base of the mountains all the way to where I'm standing. A few trees droop into the moment as well framing it perfectly. All the colors are vibrant to the point where I ask myself if I'm dreaming. I do a finger push reality check but it fails on me.

Sep 21 2018

on the phone again

8 light downstairs intruder dream/fa (more detail later maybe)
problems remembering other nls through night
In 9, living room couch, sth about stalking (m & f) kpop stars, some kind of weird light texhnology
Become lucid walking to dark hallway/foyer! look at hands, etc, but loud vacuum left on in office, examine then ignore. remembered to do math! only +, 2 up to abt 23, felt confident, grabbed front door (light coming thru) but before fully opening shut and thought about where i wanted to teleport (some part of my mind still doubted it would work bc of the light). i opened the door (v realistic) but it was just the front yard/street. tried to spin teleport, couldn't. walked towards sidewalk, started getting fuzzy, dropped to knees around curb and felt concrete while doing a little math again, worked! got up walked along sidewalk on other side of street a bit and tried to transform my body (i wanted to grow 4 arms, didn't). I had a plaid pattern (blue/white) button down shirt on. after both of these (drop to knees, transform) the scenery/sidewalk path changed a bit. at this point i was
coming up on a large glass souse with i believe a tin roof, shape was a mix between office bldg, church, and warehouse. i could see no furniture inside, and it was dark so i decided not to go in (also think there could have been a rowdy kid playing on my side of the street). i kept walking and remembered my goal to meditate. i passed under a tall pine and sat/lay back on the sidewalk doing a little math and taking in my senses (sight and touch, sound was negligible). to my left on grass were amazing curling fern-like leaves that were covered in dew (they were coming from the grass, like a different type of grassgrowing through). i unfurled some of the leaves and the dew felt nice (not cold, just damp). I decided to look up at the sky - vision became immediately blurry until i stabilized some more. sky was beautiful, and as i had been doing the whole time, i just reflected on how awesome it was that this was a dream and i was conscious in it! after maybe 10 more seconds i awoke. deild attempt but no dice

I wrote all this beforehand last night, interestingly:

Focus:
Ch, F are triggers. DCs tell me I'm dreaming Do math, then spin teleport (clearly)!

New goal:
Grow 4 arms (separate out)

Early evening of September 21, 2018. Friday.

Reading time: 1 min 56 sec. Readability score: 64.



During an evening nap, I slip into typical VSC in which I had borrowed a truck from someone unknown. I drive along in an unfamiliar neighborhood but with no focus on its unfamiliarity. The sense of movement, which begins my dream, is vivid throughout.

I stop near an unknown residence where two unfamiliar women are present. For no reason in particular, I ask the oldest one if she would like to return the truck to its owner. She seems slightly puzzled. I tell her how he only lives about a block away. We talk in a friendly manner for a short time, but I decide to return it myself.

I start to roll forward down a slope (a common VSC factor in dreams since early childhood) without driving, but I maintain control of direction with the steering wheel (and non-lucid dream control of VSC). I feel good. The street illogically becomes part of a big warehouse.

As the vehicle rolls into the big warehouse and turns to the left, I see that the street turns off ahead to the right at about ninety degrees, but an internal warehouse wall blocks the view of it.

I hear a loud roar, reminiscent of that of the MGM lion. A strange vehicle approaches from the opposite direction. It resembles a steam shovel without the cab and with the boom mostly vertical. It seems to be on a rolling platform. I get the impression of rails guiding its direction. The small bucket may serve as its “head.” Its “face” is blank and dark, reminding me of the essence of a television that is not on.

As it continues to move towards me, I realize the truck I am in no longer has a roof. It now seems like a military jeep. I have no fear at all (even though I am only liminally becoming lucid) and look forward to jumping up, grabbing, and crushing this “creature,” (as soon as it lowers closer to me) which may be a robotic maintenance vehicle for the warehouse, but instead, I spontaneously wake before it arcs down.

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VSC personification as the unknown older woman but then choosing to initiate the transition myself was almost like ad-libbing. It even felt as if I was randomly doing such as part of a self-directed stage play. Perceiving the emerging consciousness factor (though still dominated by RAS) as an “empty” television (as in my “Kingdom” novella of 1990) may stem from recently watching more television than I have in years, though still not as much as many other people. I have not perceived television as a “monster” since before I met Zsuzsanna, though even so, I held no fear here, only the desire to crunch the machine, with a sense of certain (automatic) victory.

A warehouse serves as a representation of leaving the liminal space of the dream state, typically the last setting of a dream.

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