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    1. Obsolete Cassettes, CDs Soon Becoming Scarce

      by , 05-21-1997 at 11:21 AM
      Morning of May 21, 1997. Wednesday.

      There is an unknown music store I go into that does not sell cassette tapes anymore. Cassettes seem to be obsolete, perhaps even for recording. They seem so much out of use that it is possible I am in a futuristic setting.

      At one point, I go over an underground bridge that is a part of the music store. The owner is an unfamiliar black male. There are a lot of different kinds of music.

      One unknown male has found his first CD, it seems. It is one that he had apparently not found or seen anywhere else. Certain other people seem to think the CDs are also to become obsolete. I wander around but do not purchase anything.

      Updated 12-06-2016 at 04:03 PM by 1390

    2. Strange Wakes

      by , 05-19-1997 at 11:19 AM
      Morning of May 16, 1997. Friday.

      My brother Jim (half-brother on my mother’s side) is visiting. He approaches me and starts talking about “wakes” (an obvious dream sign but I do not become viably or actively lucid, only the usual subliminal lucidity). This seems to be focused on sexuality as having something to do with boats. Oddly though, he is talking about a particular type of water (which of course makes no sense other than a dream sign relevant to my typical water induction into the dream state, as water represents sleep and being in the dream state).

      At one point, there is a strange skeleton of a bird that does not look quite right (possibly with “alien” implications).

      At another point, Jim is in a room with other people and acting a bit strange, kicking his leg out.

      As with many of my dreams since earliest memory, this entire dream is a real-time metaphor for sleeping, dreaming, and waking, though in this case, with an additional dream sign related to sexuality. The reference to sexuality is present because it is also a bed reference, which is a first-level dream state indicator (and a subliminal unconscious memory that one has fallen asleep, which is obvious to anyone with critical thinking skills).

      The bird skeleton is a typical “return flight” precursor which represents the waking stage common to the majority of my dreams as such (about twenty percent of the tens of thousands of dreams I have studied, decoded, and ultimately resolved - which brings amazing clarity of mind the more it is done). It first occurred about fifty years ago with the same overall dream theme, mainly influenced by a book on Birds that prompted me to maintain consciously created threads as such when entering the dream state. The “alien” association sometimes occurs as a difference between the transient and fictional dream self identity and the real conscious self identity (non-lucid dreams only as this factor does not usually occur in lucid dreams unless I will it to).

      Even the last scene is a dream sign. When my brother Jim fell asleep on the armchair in real life, he would kick his leg out and sometimes move it a bit and people would joke that he was driving a car and stepping on the brakes. However, even seeing this scene in a dream did not alert me to the fact I was dreaming even when Jim had used the word “wakes” a few times earlier in my dream.

      Additionally, even the collective consciousness of humanity understands that water symbolizes sleep. For example, the word “wakes” is a reference to a disturbance on the surface of the water caused by a boat or swimming animal.

    3. Ash Skeletons with Smooth Oval Stones

      by , 05-06-1997 at 11:06 AM
      Morning of May 6, 1997. Tuesday.

      I mostly see images of skeletal human figures that are made of ashes. They seem to be gripping white, smooth, flat, oval stones. There are images of angels that seem to be flying into me (which represents coalescence of different patterns and dynamics within the dream state). There are some images based on when Helene (my wife Zsuzsanna’s mother) was thrown off the bus yesterday in real life.

      Updated 12-06-2016 at 12:14 PM by 1390

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    4. Growing a Giant Jellyfish

      by , 04-12-1997 at 12:17 PM
      Morning of April 12, 1997. Saturday.

      It starts as a strange scene where I over-water some plants over time. A giant “mushroom” grows underground during this time, yet it is actually a rare sort of giant, poisonous jellyfish (that is a land-dweller) that eventually walks around on land. I decide to keep it in a large aquarium at first. It is almost like reviving an extinct or prehistoric species that has the potential to dominate the land in some ways.

      I notice that it has a lot of small quills, a bit like a porcupine. A man visits us and it is his profession to find and eliminate these creatures - I think the last one was seen during the 1600s. I stop him from doing any harm. This is the point at which it had not grown legs yet. Mostly, I remain in safe areas, while I let it walk around. There is no major drama regarding such an unusual “monster concept” or story. I wake during the time of hearing it walk about in a building.

      A second dream involves my wife and I going fishing. The immediate area is much like a place I fished at in real life, but is transferred into an office building. Two men laugh at the idea of us being able to catch any fish there. The water is very shallow and there is a small culvert coming out from one wall. Over time, though, more and more larger fish are in the area inside the building and the men have stopped mocking us and actually look worried now.

      There is a third dream of an airplane crash with my wife and I being the only survivors.

      The main longer dream from this date is very “distant” in some ways but recurring. It is based on walking down an older dirt road through a deep woods (not sure of exact location - I suppose it reminds me of Wisconsin). The area somehow seems very familiar. I am on my own yet I am also aware of a female (wife?) walking on her own elsewhere. There is a point at which the road (going north from directly south) turns at a nearly square angle to go directly to the east. There is a slight understanding that it was or is going to be used for some sort of industry - or as a road for vehicles such as dump trucks, bulldozers and so on. I believe there is another more open area (but still in the woods) that turns off towards the north (from the easterly path) where there is a smaller (one-lane, if assuming for cars or trucks) bridge over a river. Now and then there is a tree across the path but I get through it, sometimes wondering what would happen when the trucks try to come through - it also seems a bit difficult to relate how a car or truck could turn sharply at a ninety degree turn. There are shallow pools of water in some areas, mostly near where trees had fallen, no overly muddy areas.

      This is slightly similar to another highly recurring theme, but not exactly the same, where I go into a very nostalgic and seemingly great “remembered” (fictional, I think) area from a main road, going in at about 22 degrees (or probably about half of 45 degrees, which is half of the square right angle of 90) and ending up in a very “ancient” location or special place that no one else knows about (other than in cases where I show friends the area). Going in at about 22 degrees offset from the main road or highway, I am aware of how I am going farther and farther from the populace which feels more and more “right” and comforting - it is like a place of healing, I think, although sometimes I am vaguely aware that there are bears, panthers, or wild hogs in a nearby area (sometimes seeing trees that had been clawed by bears) - but no present threat. Sometimes the area is slightly muddy or with higher pools of water (at the entrance only) - and sometimes I am showing friends this special place with an enhanced fondness. I have had hundreds of similar dreams, where I am somehow the only one who knows about a fairly visible entrance to a special area right off from a main road. It is a forest that is seemingly much bigger on the “inside” (within the forest) than on the outside.

      Updated 06-15-2015 at 06:32 PM by 1390 (Enhancement)

    5. Bird and Bear Droids

      by , 03-17-1997 at 06:19 AM
      Morning of March 17, 1997. Monday.

      This was a vivid dream of getting packages in the mail as well as being aware there are many older unopened ones. One is filled with jellylike candy.

      The other packages are related to some sort of subscription in eventually building robotic animals. There are many parts of different birds that have to be built into “real” birds but which remain primarily statue-like. The heads do have veins and gore hanging from the necks but when attached in the kit, they make birdlike sounds. At one point in the background, our son seems to be in a cage for his protection from the larger mechanical or electronic parts in the room, though this does not feature more clearly.

      I soon notice a large bear head that also has veins and flesh hanging from the neck. It also has a couple white plastic tubes and metallic cables connected to it. The head is somehow “alive” and “breathing” with a clicking sound. Some tubes come out of the side of the head as well.

      There are also two parts of the top part of a bear’s body; front and back “shells” with possibly real bear skin and fur and there are also attachable bear “arms” (front legs) and paws. I tell my wife to move away as I am ready to build the “bear droid”, as I do not feel fully safe with the kit, which was apparently a free year’s subscription from a cheap multilevel-marketing company which is also likely involved in scams. The front and back skins zip together at the sides when the sections are attached. The bear head actually complains about how long it is taking me to complete his form. I let it believe what it wants to, due to not feeling safe in contradicting anything it claims about the scenario.

      I ask the bear head if it needs food but it says no; it apparently does not need organic food to function (though it may need fuel or batteries at one point - I am not sure and do not ask). I attach the head to the upper torso and eventually realize that there are no bottom section parts in the house - and the electronic or mechanical torso is not complete yet (apparently relative to missing parts of the longer subscription that have not yet arrived). They may not even send the rest of the parts due to postal rates rising or the subscription running out. When mostly complete on the top, it tries to lick or “kiss” me at one point but I move away. I am not sure if it is just being playful, but I am somewhat aggravated and am wondering about its “programmable” nature and why there would be built-in annoying subroutines as such. My wife seems somewhat worried about the whole idea of a mechanical bear “droid” or even a realistic though mostly stationary model being in the house. Thus far, it cannot walk around (at least very well) at any rate and seems slightly top-heavy relative to its incompleteness.

      At one point, there is a knife in its paw which I take away without any difficulty and from there, I cut the head vertically in half, having had enough doubt about the whole works - and it then complains that I do not like it - almost as if it is personal. The “bird droids” make a fuss as I cut the rest of it up into pieces as if there is some sort of link (though I do not intend to destroy or even damage the birds). I awake with the sound of louder birds in real life.

      Updated 06-30-2015 at 06:22 AM by 1390

    6. Of Brontosaurus Balloons and White Lightning

      by , 03-07-1997 at 09:07 AM
      Morning of March 7, 1997. Friday.

      In my dream, I am apparently part of a science-fiction scenario, though it is not directly evidenced as being a movie in progress. Much of it seems impersonal and inconsequential to me despite the fanciful nature of the events. It is occurring in afternoon. The situation seemingly relates to invisible aliens coming to Earth to invade and conquer. However, the alien activity seems more like magic or perhaps even the work of one entity, though it is possibly just advanced technology that is being utilized. I feel vaguely puzzled about this situation, though I do not feel threatened at any time.

      At one point, hot air balloons that first seem normal transform into brontosaurus shapes and eventually come down to land on the ground, becoming more lifelike. (Curiously, I do not make the association with parade balloons even though this was a probable influence.) Some people seem amused, others alarmed. (There is no focus on what may have happened to the people in the hot air balloons.) Some people remain in the area. Others flee. I remain impassive.

      Another scene involves finding a business that may have been taken over and which is also corrupt. I burn some curtains by sending white lightning from my fingertips.

      Don Knotts, another actor (possibly Andy Griffith), and I ride together in a car. The trip is uneventful.

      There is also a scene where an unknown unfamiliar female has several guns in her house in preparation for the supposed increase of alien activity, which may change the nature of society. My dream fades with no dominant RAS mediation and a soft uneventful awakening.

      Looking at very familiar symbolism in this dream, it is recognized that the depth of my sleep changed a few times, which affected my level of lucidity. The hot air balloons are a combined link to real-time vestibular system dynamics and depth of breathing while sleeping. The balloons coming down to land on the ground signifies sustaining the dream state rather than the waking transition being more imminent. Despite natural vestibular system ambiguity while unconscious, my dream held my focus of imagination with living dinosaurs and aliens, factors not related to waking life.

      The main liminal space division (other than the basic implication of ground and sky) features in the scene where I direct lightning at the curtains. The curtains are implied to be over either a window or a door. The liminal space divider is that which keeps the dream self identity as uncoalesced with the conscious self identity (which is why opening a door, normally a dream’s implied exit point or otherwise a shift in the present level of unconsciousness, sometimes serves as apex lucidity induction for me). Additionally, lightning symbolizes neural energy. As my dream self has the ability to produce and direct lightning, I am attempting to bring additional threads of awareness into the dream state, but there is a biological factor that mediates my depth of sleep and level of awareness. My lucidity is only at about fifty percent in this scene where it otherwise remains much less.

      Still, the natural RAS mediation never fully dominates. In the final scene, the preconscious takes the role of an unfamiliar female who never uses her guns, which means I allow myself to enter the waking transition without a need for prompting.

      My understanding and acceptance of the natural stages of the sleep cycle (and the inevitability of waking) and the dream state in this case prevented a more violent scenario. However, there are many times when I challenge RAS (due to wanting to sleep longer or to hold full control over the dream state) which results in shooting all contents of the waking space (inconsequential of course, other than coloring my mood to seeing my final dream of the sleeping period as frustrating for a short time).

      Updated 01-23-2018 at 10:26 AM by 1390

    7. Throwing Out Drunken Men

      by , 01-05-1997 at 07:05 AM
      Morning of January 5, 1997. Sunday.

      Quite a few men want to fight. It is near a flight of stairs (waking precursor feature). The apartment building we are living in seems unfamiliar (though that does not trigger any sort of focus or uncertainty). I seem to have special powers including an ability to transform into having a monstrous appearance.

      The men are drunk and I pound them and toss them down the stairs into an actual pile. More men appear and I am able to throw them about. It seems to be from at least the second floor at one point.

      Oddly, they seem to transform into broken beer bottles at one point. Other beer bottles appear near the top of the stairs, which I also toss down the stairs. After a time, there seems little difference in the essence between the broken beer bottles and what used to be men. (I am not a drinker in real life and it is also quite rare for me to dream about alcoholic beverages in any way.)

      Updated 08-19-2016 at 11:43 AM by 1390

    8. 3 DREAMS: Spiderwebs; Fish Recycling; Gold Coins

      by , 01-01-1997 at 07:01 AM
      Morning of January 1, 1997. Wednesday.

      House Full of Spiderwebs

      I am in the Loomis Street house, possibly implied to still be living here. My sister Marilyn (half-sister on my mother’s side) is present at times. There are spiderwebs everywhere. (I have dreamt a number of versions of this situation throughout my life. In this dream there is less of a focus on spiders than is usually the case. There is minor frustration at difficulty in moving from one room to another. My dream’s essence is not threatening or nightmarish in any way.)

      Fish Recycling?

      A recycling symbol is rendered as a triangular image of trout or salmon. Its meaning is not fully clear.

      Miniature staircase of gold coins

      I am arranging gold coins while sitting at a table in an unknown location. They form an implied miniature staircase. (Both gold coins and going up a staircase have occurred as dream state exit markers in previous dreams back to early childhood. A staircase typically symbolizes the inevitable return to consciousness as well as the implied exit point of the dream state. It is used the same way in guided meditation and hypnosis.)

    9. Blocked fire hose

      by , 12-21-1996 at 06:21 PM
      Morning of December 21, 1996. Saturday.

      This was a long dream but with not many clear events. The location is ambiguous and somewhat of a fifty-fifty rendered composite of our Gellibrand Street apartment (in Clayfield - Australia) and my sister’s house on Loomis Street in the USA.

      A fire starts in the house across the street, which seems to be some sort of “poetic justice” in-dream and not a personal concern. Eventually, it is discovered that firefighters are using our water supply to put out the fire. I notice this when I close the front windows and two fire hoses are then blocked. In a short time, I am ordered to reopen them by a few authorities that come onto our porch.

      Instead, I turn off a cassette player that is playing a cassette tape of my personal affirmations that my brother Jim is listening to at a loud volume and otherwise ignore their request.

      Tags: fire, fire hose
    10. Precognitive dream of a certain kind of letter

      by , 11-06-1996 at 05:06 PM
      Morning of November 6, 1996. Wednesday.

      I opened one of my journals randomly and noticed that it included the usual instance of precognition (of which I did not always record in detail as it was too common - in fact, there were days when it was almost continuous on a conscious level, but spontaneous and usually impersonal).

      I have that November 6th (Wednesday) in 1996 was a “good day” but had recorded a strangely negative dream of being a homeless person; an “old drunk”, I think (which is about as far from my real nature as conceivably possible) of a completely different background (white Australian, I think), and being yelled at by a Korean woman from a nearby church mission. I do not understand what she is saying. I am mostly sleeping on the sidewalks in a larger city - not exactly sure where, perhaps Sydney. There was no reason for me to have dreamt this.

      On the next day, Thursday, November 7, 1996 - I had gotten a completely unexpected missionary-type letter from a Korean church. We had not gotten any other letters of this nature and we had not been living there at that address that long. Normally, though, precognition of this particular nature unfolds within the same day, often an hour or two after waking. Similar events have happened often before throughout my life, sometimes involving me taking on the odd emotions and ideas of a letter or cassette tape I had not gotten yet and did not know was on its way. In one case, I actually found myself inexplicably yelling about something (I did not even seem to be “me” at all in mood) when I lived in Wisconsin and some of the exact phrases I used were on a cassette tape an adopted sister (A Snowbird, from California) sent me that I had no idea she recorded - from a disillusioned male (relating to Native American rights) talking who I did not even know and regarding some of the same detailed unusual events. Events like this have happened continuously throughout my life, both picking up on someone before I knew of them (even “unwillingly” projecting their mood), and some sort of remote viewing from an unknown consciousness that seemed a part of me - usually with exact details of an “already known memory” of what I could not have possibly known.

      Updated 10-01-2015 at 04:51 PM by 1390

    11. Healing DeForest Kelley’s Fictional Daughter

      by , 09-26-1996 at 03:26 PM
      Morning of September 26, 1996. Thursday.

      My dream was very vivid and colored my mood for my day in a very positive way.

      DeForest Kelley, as the actor, not his “Star Trek” character (though which does have autosymbolic implications in the final scene) has a (fictional) daughter probably in her late teens. She is apparently in some sort of televised variety show but gets hurt in a hang glider crash (while undressed) shortly after the show starts. Three Caucasian doctors (young males) come to her aid but they act strangely and rudely to everyone. It seems she may have died in the crash (though this is uncertain).

      DeForest Kelley soon appears and talks to me. I find myself in Native American traditional dress. I sing loudly, though harmoniously, and shake rattles with others, three males and one very old female. I direct a strong effort and focus on my chanting. The girl who had eventually been thought to be dead is somehow healed.

      I attain somewhat of a faux lucidity here; that is, a very strong feeling of power and control (as well as unity) though I remain non-lucid. (There is no RAS modulation in the final scene, even with the preconscious personified.)

      For new readers or inexperienced dreamers: This dream is autosymbolic of the natural vestibular system ambiguity of REM sleep, biologically resulting in associations with falling, flight, or both. Therefore, it has no relationship with waking life or interpretable factors. An airplane, or in this case a hang glider, is often only an autosymbolic extension of the physical body during the vestibular system ambiguity of REM sleep. Therefore, it is usually unrelated to waking life. In my childhood, I typified this common type of dream event as “failed flight waking symbolism”. Use of the word “failed” does not imply a negative connotation as it is a biological dynamic of waking from REM sleep. Therefore, attributing conscious self meaning or waking life meaning is unintelligent. The victim in this dream is the personification of the vestibular system ambiguity of REM sleep, rendered as a projection in biologically “distancing” (or softening) the typical hypnopompic kick or other involuntary physical event. DeForest Kelley, as a typical celebrity personification of RAS mediation (again, passive in this case, that is, not RAS modulation as in many other dreams), represents both the healing factor of restful sleep and, in contrast, vestibular system ambiguity (in association with space travel being analogous to the liminal space waking transition). Resurrection is a recurring factor of subliminally sustaining the dream state, unrelated to waking life. Someone being undressed, when there are no sexual undertones, is usually only a dream state indicator, as a person is usually undressed when sleeping.

      Updated 02-27-2018 at 12:26 PM by 1390

    12. Aquarium Change

      by , 07-27-1996 at 01:27 PM
      Morning of July 27, 1996. Saturday.

      In my dream, I own some sort of large unusual aquarium (similar to the one my brother had in real life in La Crosse at one time). My mother and oldest sister Marilyn are present in addition to my wife Zsuzsanna. After a time, an unexplainable event occurs. There is some sort of miniature “storm” or whirlpool-like event in the aquarium that is apparently being caused by some sort of unknown event occurring elsewhere (and from where, is unknown).

      There is one fish in the aquarium (I am uncertain of the species) and this fish swims at an angle as far away from the turbulent water as possible. The fish remains uninjured and apparently safe thus far.

      After time passes, though, the aquarium falls apart and all the water flows out (waking point). There are no longer any fish, but there are now two multicolored birds that seem to be male and female. They are either lorikeets or resplendent quetzals (or a composite of both). (My present guess in March 2015 is that they were quetzals, or composite of quetzal and hummingbird, as this is a recurring dream element for me).

      The more dreams I review over a lifetime, the more the decoding comes out. Assuming these two birds were quetzals (though the entry image is of lorikeets), they would simply represent my wife and I as “ascended” on at least one in-dream level (looking back on my dream from “Soul’s Union of the Quetzal and the Silver Sebright Bantam” from March 30, 1986, where I have enhanced the imagery from that entry to be nearly identical to my dream).

      That March 30th Easter dream always seemed like a metaphorical ascension type, and if such is the case, this dream probably relates the solitary fish as an isolated aspect of myself deliberately avoiding the union (or Merkaba) for whatever reason (likely as the fish is on its own), and that this July 27th dream touches this period to where we now have the birds to represent us at one level. It seems fairly straightforward and obvious at this point (August 9, 2015).

      Updated 04-20-2016 at 11:29 AM by 1390

    13. Peaceful Evening (featuring a growing and shrinking guard)

      by , 07-05-1996 at 01:05 PM
      Morning of July 5, 1996. Friday.

      This was one of my most vivid dreams during this time period. Somehow, even though I seem fully conscious and fully in-body in this dream, I do not enter any level of lucidity.

      My wife Zsuzsanna and I are standing on a second-floor veranda in what may be some sort of unusual composite of airport, shopping center, and mansion. We are looking out over intensely beautiful silvery water. There is a heightened sense of peace and the sense of touch is augmented. I study the reflections on the water’s surface in appreciation for what seems like an hour or so. A sense of timelessness and happiness dominates the scene.

      Eventually, a male around my age who reminds me somewhat of a British guard, but wearing a stove pipe hat, grows larger and larger as he walks, but not in any menacing way (as he does not seem to regard us in any way at any point). He becomes at least as tall as the two-storey building. As he continues to walk to the right, he then starts to become smaller and smaller until only his otherwise large hat is left rolling around. I then start focusing on the rolling of the hat. Even though the imagery is quite surreal, it also somehow seems “realistic” and “correct”.

      In another scene, we are taking a small fast escalator somewhere. Everyone else is having difficulties, as they are using a particular escalator for the wrong direction, trying to walk down the one going up and trying to walk up the one going down (and of course, I have seen children and teens mess about on escalators like this in reality). Seemingly, we are the only ones who get to our destination.

      The first part of my dream reminds me vaguely of the “friendly giant” dreams I mostly had around age five when living on Rose Street in Wisconsin.

      Updated 01-01-2017 at 04:59 AM by 1390

    14. They’re After Baby Huey

      by , 04-04-1996 at 10:04 AM
      Afternoon of April 4, 1996. Thursday.

      This turned out to be an odd combination of the otherwise very common “return flight” type, subtype “failed flight”, for the waking transition (though both bird and airplane symbols are integrated in this one). It also uses the bomb metaphor as the waking trigger (which is sometimes linked to a hypnopompic event though not in this case). Bombs sometimes are triggered by or linked to a real noise in the environment (even a barely audible sound depending on the state of consciousness at the time), though that is not always the case.

      I am watching Baby Huey (the cartoon ducking) in an unusual movie (which I assume is fictional). Airplanes are bombing the area but only to get to him for whatever reason. (It seems he may be considered a threat by the military.) Sometimes I actually seem to be present but there is no direct threat to me.

      Baby Huey, in the last part of the last segment, hardly notices an atomic bomb (a common dream cessation symbol) that is dropped in the area. It seems a bit strange that everyone else in one region is apparently wiped out yet this annoying cartoon duckling remains, randomly walking around, mostly oblivious to the chaos around him.

      There are a couple layers here that add to the overall meaning. Huey is technically a flight symbol (though cannot actually fly, so represents the band of liminal space closest to full consciousness - additionally as such since him being a cartoon represents the dissolving dream state or its instability) though is also a play on the UH-1 Huey Helicopter, which is where the notion of war and bombs comes from. This is an odd middle-ground of different flight symbol types in conflict, as if I am subliminally trying to decide whether to keep sleeping or to wake up. The baby association may also be partially influenced by our son. Huey is yellow so may also relate to dawning consciousness (as the sunrise symbol) during the transition.

      Updated 03-02-2017 at 09:14 AM by 1390

    15. Brother-in-Law Bob Frisked by Police

      by , 02-06-1996 at 08:06 AM
      Morning of February 6, 1996. Tuesday.

      I am riding in a car in an unknown location with my brother-in-law Bob as the driver. At one point, we stop near the ocean for some reason (even though he lived in Wisconsin in reality). A police officer soon approaches us and asks Bob some routine questions though does not regard me at all.

      In a short time, Bob is being frisked by the police officer. Another official (though not dressed as a policeman) then seems to be there from out of nowhere. There does not seem to be any reason for their rude behavior or suspicion. I wake in a short time.

      This dream was relevant to water induction (the ocean, which represents sleep) but was soon disturbed by the waking precursor in which the (often solely biological) purpose is to cause an emotional shift to pull me out of the dream state. I had not seen Bob in real life since February 9th of 1994. So, loosely, there is possibly a date-related marker, assuming it is not a “what if” marker of a sort.

      Updated 08-31-2016 at 11:42 AM by 1390