Night of May 25, 1978. Thursday. This was a very unusual and near-traumatic experience. It starts out quite calm, though slightly surreal in the imagery and awareness directed at it. I am mentally “reviewing” the chickens we had sold as we are preparing to move to Wisconsin. It seems a bit impersonal in-dream for a time and I feel somewhat isolated still, as the region seems more and more “empty” (with less neighbors now as well). I am still aware that my head is facing south (as well as being vaguely aware of my body position) and I am still somewhat aware of the opening in the ceiling; a ceiling tile that had gotten too damp from a leak in the roof so that it sank downwards (my father fixed it later on with a piece of plywood). I vaguely ponder the potential of a large rat or two getting through in reality as I sleep… …thus my sleep is not that deep. As I look at a black cochin bantam hen, I feel a very odd closeness and an overwhelming sense of nostalgia (including a sadness it was sold, this being like a “residual” but false memory) - which really makes no direct sense. Interestingly, it has white feathers on its legs and feet, which gives me a strange impression that it is “wearing bloomers” and the concept of an “antique” animal very vaguely emerges briefly. There is a very slight association with the comic strip character Loweezy, wife of Snuffy Smith. At the same time that this imagery is growing more and more vivid and falsely nostalgic (especially as I had never seen a black cochin with white legs and feet), I am vividly aware of pattering rodent feet directly above my head, which I take to be a large rat that I am thinking will fall through the opening in the ceiling. At the same time, something very strange happens; I somehow “throw” myself out of the bed (oddly while lying in a horizontal position in apparently a light sleep) in reality - all the way to the other side of the room in one movement with no rolling - and injure my leg (but do not break it). Looking back at the distance I “flew”, it seems hard to believe that I was able to fling myself that far from the bed with what seemed like only the muscles of one leg, but this is apparently what had happened. I did not immediately inform my parents and the pain only lasted about a day. This taught me that some events considered supernatural may be related to augmented muscle strength and strange associations during sleep. This was the only time I ever literally flung myself a fair distance from where I was sleeping.
Morning of May 23, 1968. Thursday. Dream #: 521-2. Reading time: 35 sec. My dream renders a scene from “Peter Pan.” A schoolmate, Tina, is walking the plank on a pirate ship. I think the pirate captain making her do this is a teacher from our school, though he is unknown to me. He stays mostly in the background. However, when she falls (after being pushed by the tip of a sword), she does not land in the water. She had been caught and carried off to safety by a magical force, creating a mysterious mood, with me being responsible, though my direct corporeal presence is not in the scenario. Later, I fly around above my town on my own, mostly in the dark, over various boats and buildings, including my school. Rescuing Tina from falling into the water is a typical vestibular system adaptation process. As a result, rather than experiencing the falling start, I begin flying around.
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Night of April 8, 1978. Saturday. [An interesting aspect of dreams is that they are more closely tied to biological patterns than clearer rational thoughts, the neural energies which are free of conscious self distractions; a more natural flow of circadian rhythms. Sometimes.] I am semi-lucid, though it has been a challenge to not have my thoughts fall upon concerns relating to rats being in Cubitis when that has never been a problem before. It is ironic in regard to having had a pet rat named “Ben” that had just happened to become trapped in a cage with a black micro-bantam rooster in the chicken shed. [In reality, at least four large rats started to become active in the plenum space of our home and the rafters of the chicken shed for the first time and only a few months prior to our move to Wisconsin. There was a part of the ceiling in my room that had been damaged by a leak and the softer tile eventually sagged down to be directly open to the space below the roof, which the rats sometimes occupied (though no rat had ever come through that opening in my ceiling despite my wariness at times). My father eventually covered the opening with a piece of plywood. They sometimes ran across our clothesline even though they seemed too big to do this as easily as they did.] I am in my Cubitis bedroom in the middle of the night but I am somehow aware of the presence of a giant rat in the now empty chicken shed. There is also a sense of isolation, an illogical idea that no one else is around for miles. I can see the movement of this giant rat in the background behind the first partial wall of the shed, mostly only moving from left to right and back again at which point it does not seem to be aware of me. It is about the size of a horse. Even though I am aware that I am dreaming, I seem unable to focus on something other than this potential threat. [Rat symbolism seems to be related to biology in some cases, having proven to appear in dreams as a symbolic precursor to a flu or other illness when there were yet no outward signs.] At one point, seemingly while standing outside somewhere but in a semi-dark area that is mostly featureless, yet also sensing that I am in bed at the same time, I look directly up and see the giant rat leaping down upon me, vertically from above, headfirst, and it almost seems cartoon-like, even flexing human-like fingers. Despite the rat’s mouth seeming not that close or even very large, even as it is almost upon me, more of a comedic essence than realistic, I soon realize that I had been swallowed and I am then suddenly apparently floating inside its stomach. My waking is very slow. There is the sustained sense of being in hot liquid and floating on my back. This disturbing experience seems to last about twenty seconds until I rise through liminal space and feel of a normal physical presence upon waking. [This was an immediate precursor to a virus, and yet also seemingly of a precognitive connection to my brother Dennis (half-brother on my mother’s side), regarding negative associations after my move back to Wisconsin. He even had a cartoonish tattoo later that was identical to the imagery in one part of my dream, the second-from-last rendering of imagery. What is also interesting is that some of the imagery at the beginning of my dream had a very eerie but unrealistic appearance; a superimposed aspect that is identical as that from the “Night of the Rat” segment from the movie “Nightmares”, which did not come out until 1983. The rat was rendered much more realistically in the first segments than it was in the last scenes.]
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Morning of March 16, 1978. Thursday. Dream Series: The Experience of Prescience, the Inexplicable Dream State Phenomenon. Part 5 A very attractive girl with green eyes and dark curly hair (who seems mostly of a composite of about ten percent Brenda and the rest, my “mystery girl”, who turned out to be Zsuzsanna) is living in an eerie-looking small house that is also somehow part of the orange tree in the southwest corner of the orange grove in Cubitis. I somehow had not noticed it before within the supposed history of my dream’s backstory, which seems to have been over a period of at least a month. There seems to be a long time period where I am mostly just thinking about this unusual structure and wondering if anyone lives there. (In actuality, it is a more realistic rendering of the tree house of “Miss Suzy” by Miriam Young, and an additional association with “Old Black Witch” by Wende and Harry Devlin. These are two books I treasured as a child, but so much so, I actually later mentally combined them into the same story.) The girl and I later sit together on the concrete flower box (outside the front west jalousie windows of my room and where my mother mostly grew coleus blumei). She sits on my right. We talk for seemingly a long time about various subjects, as if we had been very good friends for a long time. I am very comfortable next to her despite her amazing beauty. She tells me that she had often been called a “bad witch”, partly because she was born on a Friday the thirteenth (in September). I want to reassure her, but I am not sure of the nature of what “bad witch” is implied to mean or her full story. She attempts to do some sort of magic trick with a passing car that is headed south on Highway Seventeen, but instead of it working out as she had intended (the car changing into something else or changing its color perhaps?), the license plate from the front of a different car comes off, rotates in the air as it travels, and attaches itself to the back of the car she is focused on. I then amusingly say, “You’re kidding”, in a matter-of-fact recognition that she is known as a “bad witch” in meaning that she is not that good at performing magic rather than being “bad” as a person. I then start to teach her powerful magic through the rest of my dream, including some rather pointless juggling of oranges, as well as telekinesis, and she seems happy and grateful. “Miss Suzy” (though I am not viably aware of the Miss Suzy story influence in my dream) tells me that she will write to me on March 16th in thirteen years, which is the marker for when Michael died in 1974. (It is also when Susan R “broke contact” with me and no longer “sent” as she had since we met, telling me the other girl “had more power”, even though the “mystery girl” was only in my dreams at this time, though it would not have worked out between Susan and I as she was a devout Christian, which is ironic as she was the only viably telepathic person I knew of until I learned Zsuzsanna was a real person). Zsuzsanna, going by Suzi in the shortened form, did indeed write to me on March 16, 1991, though I got her letter several days later. The license plate magic trick that supposedly was not what she intended, seems to be an analogy for contact from one person to another, as a license plate is rectangular and contains letters and numbers as does a posted letter. Zsuzsanna was born on Friday the 13th in September, 1968. It was me who wrote to her mother first in answering her mother’s newspaper advertisement (due to a dream advising me to do this), but Zsuzsanna immediately “recognized” me for who I was (from a photograph I sent her mother) and then wrote to me, also sending me a long poem (“These Lands I Must Travel”) that was identical to the nature of my hypnagogic dreams years previously. The PAIA newspaper was printed in Arcadia, just south of where I lived for years (and at the time of this dream), though somehow made its way to a small town in Australia.
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Morning of March 12, 1978. Sunday. Perhaps one of the strangest dreams relating to our chicken farm in Cubitis related to my father getting a very old rooster (I believe from the Hearns farm, possibly by Tony N due to fear of it) that was so old, he was different to other chickens in that his comb - four rows wide - went all the way down and along his back from his head (and actually seemed to be growing from his back like a sort of avian stegosaurus). There were also lizard-like attributes relative to his eyes and feet, his feet being of a more diverse scaly structure, more like a lizard’s than a chicken’s. Over time, though, his comb gets smaller (and of two rows instead of four), and he appears to somehow grow younger over time. We notice that our other chickens seem to be getting older (or aging too quickly) and becoming ill at times, a few dying. My dream continues until the rooster’s comb is only a single one on his head. We later see him as a chick, and finally…he turns into an egg, absorbing too much energy from the other chickens with his “special ability” that he had somehow attained from growing so old. He does not seem to be able to affect humans or other animals in this way, though. My father hides the egg somewhere, away from the other chickens. Nothing happens after that. I wonder if the process will begin again when he hatches, but I also wonder if there will still be people later on (when he becomes very old again). At one point, a private detective from another state (Kentucky, I think) investigates. I think any “meaning” in this dream, if any, may relate to the approaching event of moving back to Wisconsin (though I was still in Florida at this time) and sort of wishing I had more control over time (as I was beginning to see much less of my friends, as more people were moving from the area and I had also left school). As with much of my online dream journal, this is the original dream journal title from this time period even concerning the misnomer - as the word “psychic” is not the correct description, perhaps more along the lines of “psychic vampire” at best. I think I mainly used it for a tentative comedic mood or association even though the dream itself was very eerie and not really relevant to the typical usage of the word “psychic”.
Morning of March 10, 1978. Friday. My dream features a fictitious Lloyd Bridges movie that is about a man driving on unusual bridges and overpasses. The title is “Bridges”. It features a surreal psychological theme. The main setting seems to be Port Charlotte, Florida. The movie explores a man’s obsession with his need to drive over every bridge and overpass in America at least once, regardless of its condition or if construction has completed. He spends most of his time in his goal. He has stress from not getting enough sleep and spending so much time driving. He uses dangerous methods that stem from his desire to create more of a challenge, getting his car airborne at times. My dream includes divided screens of different sizes with inset videos of his activities. I do not seem to be an active character in my dream at any point, though I do seem present during many of the events, including the last scene. In the movie’s last scene, he drives fast onto an unrealistic steep overpass which seems dangerous and apparently incomplete. I hear one man say loudly to another (speaking above the noise of traffic), “I just hope he comes down all right”. These unfamiliar men are standing near the side of the road below the overpass. I seem to be looking at the overpass from above just prior to waking, though I had also seemed incorporeal while flying and viewing Lloyd from the side of his car as he was driving it. There is no indication of harm coming to him. I see the movie’s credits rolling as I wake, though the movie’s ending is not resolved. Dream influences and other notes: The main influence was a dream state indicator, though it did not bring about lucidity. This was a liminal and nostalgic focus on “The Deadly Dream”; a TV Movie that first aired on September 25, 1971 and starred Lloyd Bridges. Concerning Lloyd Bridges (January 15, 1913-March 10, 1998), note the curious date correlation of twenty years after my dream. “I just hope he comes down all right” is a reference to the process of vestibular system correlation as part of the natural waking process. I explain this dream type and meaning further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.
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Night of January 1, 1968. Monday. I am with Brenda W (though she is not directly next to me and is to my right, though sometimes ahead of me). We need to get to the area where others are involved in a picnic, though this is not logical as it is not yet sunrise, though it is light enough to see most detail. There are a number of coiled sleeping snakes around the area that we have to tiptoe past. (I take these snakes to be water moccasins though they do not appear as such - “water moccasins” being a play on typical water induction and a play on not wearing “real” shoes in the dream state, that is, while asleep in bed). Their coiled bodies are about six inches in width or more. Looking closely, some snake heads seem a bit too big for their body and are about twice as big as my hand. For a moment, I hear the snakes snoring. (This is probably my own snoring though there is a bizarre myth amidst a vast sea of dream myths that people “cannot snore and dream at the same time”). Eventually, I find myself approaching a picnic table, which is longways in my path. An overweight classmate is the only one seated and Brenda has vanished. “What are you doing?” she demands. I realize that I am still walking in an odd stealthy manner. Looking back, I see the “snakes” were “actually” automobile tires in a random arrangement (even though they were originally snakes). For some reason, I decide that the picnic table’s seat is a good place to lie down on. I also discover that I am not fully dressed though do not feel that out of place. I soon discover that I had been carrying a sheet all that time (even though I actually had not). I hear Peggy puffing in the background as if she is annoyed but I could not care less. It seems to almost be like snoring. Snakes have often had associations with the human intestine as I was growing up, though there are a number of completely different associations depending on dream context. I am going to assume the intestine here since it is associated with a picnic and eating - and even more so, a “spare tire” is also a reference to the stomach and being overweight - which may be a perspective on Peggy and her demeanor as I was not overweight at this time. Being fully dressed and then not dressed (with the false memory of never having been dressed up to that point) is a dream sign waking transition that merely reflects that a person does not usually wear clothes when they sleep. Even the sheet and deciding the picnic table is my bed is an obvious dream sign waking transition. In fact, even the snakes being asleep is an obvious dream sign though a large snake is typically also a coalescence precursor which does not activate here. Instead, I “go back to sleep” and wake up on my own without a need for my dream self to be “swallowed” back into my whole self. (There is also a possible link to “being tired” and the snakes being asleep.)
Night of December 29, 1967. Friday. Dream #: 375-12. Reading time: 48 sec. There is a big, mostly featureless gray asteroid close to Earth, though it does not seem to pose a threat. It is eventually seen to be the giant bone of an extinct creature, one of the only bones left after a battle with another huge monster in outer space “millions of years ago.” A satellite (though more like an unusual spacecraft deemed as a satellite in-dream) from Earth, which at first looks somewhat like a helicopter, later like a set of metal “bones” with one metal “bone” whirling around the top like a helicopter rotor, is sent to investigate. I am aware that the satellite, which I am unsure has astronauts aboard or not, is caught in the orbit of the asteroid. I am later sure that astronauts will be looking into this situation and I am preparing to hear about it on the news on the radio. This experience is my second vivid dream (the other of being rescued by an owl from a snake late at night near a cornfield) that had flawless visual influence from the Time-Life “Birds” book that I got for Christmas (from my mother) at age seven when living at North Monroe Street in Arcadia.
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Night of December 27, 1967. Wednesday. Dream #: 373-02. Reading time: 1 min 10 sec. It is late at night, possibly after midnight, and there is an eerie semi-darkness seemingly caused by a full moon. I am alone in an isolated rural area, probably near a farm. I am walking down an unknown dirt road near a cornfield with cornstalks about twice as tall as I am. I am aware that a rattlesnake is following me. It remains less than ten feet behind me as I am walking. The setting is not frightening, but I am concerned about the snake. (I get the impression that it may be in Wisconsin though I am living in Florida at the time.) Soon, a big owl swoops down and grabs the snake in its talons and starts eating it. For a short time, I think maybe the owl will not win, as the snake seems wrapped around one wing of the owl. I get the impression that the owl did it to save me, but the event may have been coincidental. (The scene plays out with visuals from the Time-Life Nature Library book “The Birds.” My dream is extraordinarily vivid. I was close to being aware that I was dreaming. The owl coming down may have been a semi-lucid event regarding self-preservation.) There were other dreams during this time relating to owls with eyes of two different colors (imagery also borrowed from “The Birds”). It is as if I am watching a virtual slideshow while incorporeal. One such dream came seemingly about half an hour to fifteen minutes before this one. The image below is from a larger photograph taken on the 26th of December in 1967 at North Monroe Street in Florida. At the age of 7, I am holding the book that was the inspiration for this vivid dream.
Updated 01-25-2019 at 08:22 AM by 1390
Night of December 10, 1967. Sunday. This is another early childhood dream that I had recorded years ago that came again to me around the same time last night as the Christmas-themed “Cold Hands, Warm Heart”. Again, I am not sure why, perhaps because of my desire to work with any and all previously documented dreams and resolve any mysteries. In this fairly vivid dream (not lucid), even though I am a child, I seem to have some sort of adult role with regard to being a manager or making decisions relative to a brewery I inherited. Neither of my parents drank beer but we did live near G. Heileman Brewing Company at one point (which apparently stopped operating in 1996, about two years after I moved to Australia). The location, though, seems to be near the Chipmunk Coulee region and near a mostly wooded, elevated area. It is a fictional, or at least unfamiliar, area. Added note: I consider this dream long-term precognitive at a subtle layer, as I did work there in real life years later, though only as a cleaner. For the most part, I remain outside across a bridge (made of logs laid horizontally) from the actual brewery. There is a moat-like area around the building, but not filled with water; just mostly ice and snow and parts of bushes, sticks, and logs. There are not many people around outside - I guess they are mostly working. In the last part of my dream, there is supposedly a bear running around inside the brewery and causing problems, perhaps even eating people. I am not sure how to deal with that - though I guess it is my job to get rid of the bear somehow. I go closer near the beginning of the bridge that leads across the moat-like area but never cross the bridge or go inside the building to see what is going on. It is not really a nightmare, though, as I never see the bear. There are vague “The Prisoner” references (which I must have seen just prior to this dream, as there are also hammer and anvil references regarding how the beer is supposedly made, but not realistically feasible - according to IMDb, it was broadcast on December 10th, 1967). There is a vague idea that the bear may be a pet that escaped from its owner, but that is not all that clear an idea. Not much drama ensues. I mostly just want to leave the region and find myself wandering around in the woods hoping the bear does not leave the building. There is a bit of relief in the thought that it would have to know how to open doors - but even so - how had it gotten in in the first place? Thus, I actually feel safer outside in the wild, as the bear is in the building (the opposite of other dreams with similar themes, especially with cougars and bulls).
Updated 07-12-2015 at 08:57 PM by 1390
Morning of December 2, 1967. Saturday. A green cat is seemingly “haunting” an unfamiliar area of an unknown neighborhood in my dream (though possibly implied to be near my sister Carol’s house in Wisconsin). It glows brightly, mostly while walking atop an older brick fence near a residence where there are a lot of shrubs and flowers in the front yard. The green cat does not seem to be a lost pet, but perhaps the ghost of a stray. It does not frighten me in any way. Although I see it walking towards me at times, I also seem mostly incorporeal and perhaps unseen by this “ghost”. A cat is linked to the idea of sleep yet being active at night, and therefore is a good representation of the dream state itself. Here, the cat mostly only appears in liminal space - the top of a wall. Although the color blue usually serves as induction, green sometimes does as well (in contrast to red, which mainly seems like a waking priority prompt). This was possibly influenced by a very small plastic figure of a green cat (which may have come from some vendor novelties my brother Earl had in his apartment near ours at North Monroe Street) that I had in a large box of various small items, which included a soft orange rubber cockroach, a black brontosaurus with its head turned around over its body, and a plastic flying lizard among many other items.
Night of November 24, 1977. Thursday. My dream features a raccoon and a Siamese cat that live in a large city and work together as detectives (apparently in the world of humans). This recurred a few times, but all instances before the television series “Simon and Simon” was filmed or aired. The name of the fictional series in my dream was firstly “Sammy and Sammy”. There was this odd idea that the raccoon and the cat were somehow brothers. There are scenes of the Siamese cat and raccoon sitting together on the front steps of a courthouse. However, in another scene, this “courthouse” looks like the front of the apartment building on the “Sesame Street” television series and may in fact be a spin-off from that children’s show. I view the scene as some sort of projection from a book (somewhat different implications than my dream details below about the “living book”) which is about half of life-size and appears along the north east area of my room facing west. I do not directly interact with this imagery. The animals are larger in scale than the setting. “Sammy and Sammy” was seemingly not “well received” in my dream by the public, so, using a pattern a little closer to the word “Siamese” (I assume) - the title became “Simon and Simon” and seemed more “correct” in an additional (or “reset”) dream regarding the fictional show that became popular. Obviously, when the actual television series was later known and I saw it for the first time in real life, also on November 24th (1981), I was intrigued. Of course, the detectives on the real show were human. In a dream of the same time period (also including on the same morning) I had a large book on oceanography, which was like a “living book” that was similar to another one that featured the above fictional series (and I apparently had several more “living books”). Over time, the images in the photographs on the pages would seem to come to life or at least appear as a sort of implied portal into the scene (though obviously not big enough to go into physically). It was very peaceful to look at the various moving images. In one dream, I was able to use the charts and graphs on certain pages in an interactive way (and this was before I ever used a computer in real life). I watch small schools of fish move about deep in the ocean. The imagery in this dream was fairly realistic compared to certain other dreams.
Updated 07-28-2015 at 10:06 AM by 1390
Night of November 13, 1977. Sunday. As bizarre as the imagery was in this dream, as is most often the case, it still turned out to be precisely precognitive relative to my own path and perspective. A short time later on, I happened to get hold of one of those cheap pulp horror novels sold in bargain stores which sometimes also have a small cafe on one end of the place. This was a new one I had not seen and I also had not been in the store for some months. Not getting any clues at all from the title or cover, the cheap paperback turned out to have the same imagery from the earlier dream when I decided to actually read it; that is, small albino see-through alligators with razor-sharp teeth. Unfortunately, as hilarious as it is, I cannot presently remember the name of the paperback or find any more information on it (yet) and I had not even recorded the title after the original event (things like this happened so often from one day to the next, I did not always keep up with every detail). The dream itself was very vivid, almost lucid, but not enough for me to take full control of my senses. It took place at night, seemingly around ten o'clock. The creatures looked like fully transparent miniature alligators and were crawling on the outside walls on the carport (a bit like Florida chameleons, which we often had in our house or even now, where we have quite a few house geckos). Some were also on the red metal trellises of the carport, mostly at about shoulder-level. None of them got inside, which is why I later went inside and felt a bit safer. The creatures seemed to have a thermometer-like biological structure inside their bodies which possibly indicated some sort of particular biological state a particular creature had at the time.
Morning of November 12, 1967. Sunday. My parents and I are living in what seems like a large, long, abandoned brick building, seemingly off a lesser-used back road (narrower end to the road), that could have served as a school at one time, such as a large Kindergarten venue. I am not sure what state it is in, probably Wisconsin and in a rural area of La Crosse. There is also the idea that my sister Marilyn (unmarried in my dream?) and brother Jim may also be living there. There are no other buildings around and I do not see any cars anywhere. It is mostly like an open field outside of our home. I do not actually see my parents or relatives. There are a lot of outer (oriented inward) corners where outside walls join. A large bee is in one of these inward-oriented corners. There are sparse (pale violet) wildflowers here and there around the building, but mostly sparse grass, both green and dry, as high as seven inches or so in some spots. I walk around outside and am somewhat concerned about the bee following me or possibly even stinging me. This does not happen, though. I try not to do anything that will draw the bee’s attention even when it is on the other side of the building. Also, at a couple points, I can carefully look around a wall to an inward-corner to tell if the bee is in that particular area or not. This was related to a real life event and a comment by my brother Jim regarding bees; “If you leave them alone, they will leave you alone”. I try to hold onto that idea in my dream, the idea of which probably created my dream to test that theory in the first place, thus this dream has been “explained” as a “testing ground”. Evidence: Isolated field and school-like building. The inward-corners almost like a “two-sided box” to check progress now and then. “The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.” - Mark Nepo
Updated 07-22-2016 at 11:45 AM by 1390
Night of November 12, 1977. Saturday. This dream was extraordinarily vivid. I do not consider it a nightmare, regardless of the implications (as I was not frightened or in distress at any point and I did not have to run away). Carol (older half-sister on my mother’s side) and her husband are driving around, seemingly in Florida near where I live in Cubitis. It is very late at night, probably midnight, and a bit cool. It seems, though, that we are in an old-fashioned convertible from the 1940s. My brother-in-law Mel is driving. There is a very eerie sound of continuous screaming in various pitches, and that of all ages. Soon, a large group of people are running from our left to our right on the perpendicular road of the intersection we are about one car away from and are stopped because of Mel wondering what is going on. We are not attacked, but there is a very unusual mood and I am near lucidity. None of us say anything for a time, and nothing else seems to happen after they pass. It is only a bit later that I realize that none of them had a head. There is no gore or blood. They seem to all run at about the same speed and are mostly equidistant by about four feet. It is almost like some sort of macabre “migration” which I believe is the conclusion that Carol comes to and she comments very casually and calmly on the scene. I eventually wonder how they could be screaming if they have no heads. It seems like a major event, but the backstory remains unknown (until hypnopompic disclosure surfaces). An intersection is rendered in my dreams as representing the choice of returning to deeper sleep or waking, that is, autosymbolism for RAS mediation. There is usually an additional known factor that validates this. In this case, the headless people, running perpendicular to my dream self’s location and my liminal intent to return to sleep, dramatically represent the lack of thinking skills in the dream state as well as being linked to my liminal association with headless clothing store mannequins, which adds more validation to why my dream was rendered in this way, as a mannequin is autosymbolism for the physical body being inactive while asleep (and I sometimes see clothing store mannequins without heads as a very peculiar feature in society). As these people are running to my right rather than being still, it represents a peculiar way of looking at the waking stage, usually unique, always curious.
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