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What a good way to start the year: A lucid dream and a false awakening―all in one night!

EXT. CHILDHOOD FRONT YARD - SUMMER DAY

A very loud WWII bomber flies overhead, towing a smaller aircraft behind it. The bomber grows in size (or comes closer). I see that it is a B-29. Then it becomes a six-engine B-36 Peacemaker. One or two of the propellers are feathered. Suddenly I notice that the aircraft is flying backwards. Perhaps this confusion is due to the fact that the real B-36's engines were mounted on the back of the wing? (This one's were not.) At any rate, the idea of a plane flying backwards jars me into lucidity. But I am unable to do anything with my newfound conscious state because I wake up immediately. Or is it a false awakening? Because I sleep again and dream a false awakening in which I am writing my lucid dream in my bedside dream journal--with two very large L's in the margin, denoting lucidity.

I really don't remember much on how this started but somehow from the sky we were transported to a place of red armor roof tops and grey slated buildings. Upon arriving, we ( a group of people who I do not know) could hear explosions and shooting from pretty much all directions. Then the people that I was around all ran away. I didn't knew where to go or what to do. That's when I heard someone yell something in what I suspect to be in chinese.

That's when you could see a huge bomb land and shook the entire area for a good minute. People kept running and almost bumping in to me. That's when I saw a man in grey trying to shoot people. After killing a few people, he see's me and attempts to take a couple rounds at me. I somehow manage to not get hit but very quickly it partial became clear to me that I wouldn't get hurt. I said it to myself in my head that I am dreaming. Upon realizing this I made an attempt to get shot so that the shock of it will wake me up. I also was curious to know what the dream would make me feel once I did take a bullet.

Before I knew it, I had a false awakening and was lying in my bed with my lucidity gone. When my eyes open this weird looking sharingan was present for about 5 seconds with in my eye sight. I got up from the bed and could see a few people and what look to be my father running. I could tell by the design that we were at the entrance of an airplane. People were rushing through the hall way to get on to it as everyone had this feeling the entire area was going to blow up.

The door's open and was quickly closing itself, leaving anyone who did not get on to it fast enough screwed. I had miss the first one but fortunately got the chance to get on the second one.

Morning of March 19, 2017. Sunday.

Dream #: 18,353-03. Reading Time: 1 min 38 sec.



Ben Walton (as from the fifth or sixth season of “The Waltons”) finds a litter of bulldog puppies in a large basket near the end of an alley. There is a male that has unusual markings. I am not sure if someone else is still looking after them (though Ben may have bought the puppy).

Before getting the puppy, Ben performed calculations and concluded that once an adult, it would produce offspring, possibly with the same markings, with a pedigree, even though it would technically be a mongrel. It will supposedly make him rich.

Later, there is a scene where Erin and Ben Walton are playing a game at a small table. They appear to be gambling with boxes of drinking straws. Ben has about six straws (which seems to mean he is losing), and Erin has two.

Erin finds some notebook paper with Ben’s writing and somehow understands that he was using a calculation to gain an unfair advantage (even though he was losing in this case) regarding the supposedly special puppy. She starts complaining about his selfishness and supposed cheating.

He reminds her of the supposed proverb “Visit yourself before you visit someone else.“ It supposedly means that you should look at your faults or limitations before finding fault with others. It turns out that his calculations were incorrect and the puppy will not make him rich after all.

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My dream changes into an unrelated scene. Nancy (with Ronald) Reagan (July 6, 1921-March 6, 2016) is on an airplane flight to California, traveling from somewhere west, going over the Pacific Ocean. She is going to have and raise two of our babies (possibly male and female). I do not consider how outrageous that is. I believe that Zsuzsanna and I will be able to meet them one day (when they will only then learn that we are their real parents).

I watch a monitor near the top of a wall in an unfamiliar building. It has four digits in an LED display that require reading from right to left. The original value is “0 0 3 1” at one point (to be read as “1 3 0 0”). I wait in anticipation because it is supposed to read as “1 1 0 0”, which it soon does. It means that she had one baby, and then two hours later, the other one. (There is skewed logic whereby “two hours” is subtracted from the three to read as one baby.)

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Now it gets weird. I was in 'reality' (or so I thought), and I was watching yesterday's dream about helping the red-headed Sith girl on TV. I was dumbfounded, and for a second I was convinced I had predicted the future, as I remembered last night's dream in the dream... amazing.

I was in Los Santos, GTA's version of Los Angeles. There was a slightly older guy, a pilot, who wanted to take me along for a little night flight in a small but fast single-engine prop plane. For some reason I did not feel like I was 'in' the plane, but rather 'hanging onto it'. Bizarre. Anyway, he flew really, really fast. You wouldn't think a prop plane can do that fast (it can't), it was really jetfighter fast. He said that flying this fast and this low was illegal and you couldn't get away with it during the day. I enjoyed the view from up there. The colorful display of the city lights below me. He 'landed' near a food stand somewhere he was just suddenly standing there) but I was still attached to him via a rope. I expected to hit the ground at speed, but my 'natural anti-gravity system' kicked in again and broke my fall. I even kept floating a bit. I told him Los Santos looked beautiful at night, much better than Liberty City or [insert other city from non-GTA game]. He confirmed this.

Sun, 05 Feb 2017:

I think I came into this scene with some awareness from a WILD style entry perhaps from DEILD but I don't exactly remember. I am in this rocky canyon area and feel boldness to fly and start to fly fully realizing I am dreaming. I then remember the plane TOTY I tried last night with some challenges. I land and start rubbing my hands together and saying how I will have a nice long lucid dream. There is no great spot to take off from traditionally with good size rocks everywhere on the reddish brown dirt but this is a dream anyway and it's a better spot than the empty sky off of the building I was hoping to materialize an airplane from the night before.



So I imagine I am climbing a small ladder up making the movements and I get into what is a vaguely forming cockpit. I imagine the key is in front of me and go to turn it with my right hand and the cockpit is looking good now with some controls and instruments that look like they belong in a plane. The engine sputters and is very rough sounding and I say okay that vague shape there on my right is one of the wings and I see them form like a small Cessna plane in off white color. The nose then forms with the blurred image of a quickly spinning single propeller on it and I have blue horizontal stripes on the nose and feel the rest of the plane behind me.



I take off using a gas pedal on my right foot to accelerate the engine and propeller, moving forward now and then pulling on the two-handed rectangular control (yoke?).

I fly up over the rocky area and off of a cliff with no issues. I fly around the canyon area a bit and remember that I need to open up a time breach before getting to my destination so I decide that what looks like the end of the canyon area is my destination and I mentally will a time breach to open and it looks like a big light-blue tunnel. As I go through, the visuals fade but not to black, more of a blur of shapes. I continue to hold my hands on where the controls were and fly forward willing myself to slow down but keep going forward.

Having exited the time breach perhaps, I eventually a small European village looking place forms with 2 story stone buildings and narrow cobblestoned streets forms.



I fly around the corner of one of the buildings having gone from a sitting position to a standing flying position. I see what looks like an attractively shaped girl with long black hair in a red dress from behind and I float up a little, like like I am exiting the no longer there cockpit.



I land behind her and tap her on her shoulder. She turns around and is indeed attractive and we start kissing passionately. I take her hand and we walk around another corner that becomes a room. She wants to

Spoiler for Sexual Content:

have sex

in front of her girlfriends, at least 5 of them and there's one guy as well.



Sounds good to me as I

Spoiler for Sexual Content:

lean her against a bed and whisk away her clothes with a swoop of my hand and take her from behind. It is very exciting having sex with her while other attractive girls look on eagerly. After a bit I feel like I could experience ejaculation

in this dream, because it feels so real. Instead, I start

Spoiler for Sexual Content:

having issues with it slipping out and needing to stick it back in multiple times. While back in

and losing sensation I start to wake, smiling ear to ear! My WBTB hour didn't seem right for choline or galantamine but I did take 5-htp before bed for the REM rebound effect, which may or may not have helped.

Yesterday.

I'm standing on a large white, mediterranean style patio, overlooking ocean. We are about 100 feet up in the air. The distand shoreline can be seen directly ahead of us.

I hear a large jet above and it's engines give sound like the thrust was reversed. I look up and say "don't fall". The large BA/TWA jet makes a turn back to the land and starts falling down fast in a tight spiral. It makes a huge splash. I look down at the water and expect to see some large waves and sure enough, they come and hit the wall on the right.

Morning of January 16, 2017. Monday.



There is some sort of conspiracy related to a hospital serving as an “airport” for certain flights, this being unknown to the passengers. Apparently, they experiment on the passengers or harvest their organs.

There is a scene where I seem to be on an airplane, though I also see an unrealistic degree of additional details outside the airplane. The airplane lands on a boulevard near the hospital (in an unknown location), seemingly without any traffic mishaps. It even taxis into a special hangar inside the hospital.

I somehow phase through the airplane even though I am aware that everyone else on it has gone into some sort of suspended animation (obvious autosymbolism for being asleep and dreaming). I am in the hangar and see several other people who work at the hospital approaching the airplane. They seem happy that a lot of passengers are in it. They do not even notice me at first and by the time they do, I am almost out into the hall. They start to chase me but I close the door and lock it behind me, the act of which immediately makes my dream much more vivid. (This is called “doorway reinduction”, as doors are usually autosymbolic of the implied exit point of a dream, though I have used this knowledge all my life to sustain and reinduce my dream state awareness.) The lock is a rectangular part that extends only a short way out from the face of the doorknob (by almost its full diameter), which I rotate to the left as I close the door (dream state reinduction orientation as I sleep on my left side). They cannot continue to follow me.

Later, I notice unfamiliar patients in beds in the halls. Some of them join me as I then decide to leave the hospital rather than create any confrontations. I see doctors talking in the hall. I see at least one police officer, but I am not sure if he is corrupt and working with the hospital. Rather than going down one hall where we could get caught, I take one on the left of two choices, where there are no people who would question us or follow us. It seems to be a very simple evasion. We all get to the end of the hall and are able to escape.

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This is a very basic “return flight” type dream with the same overall patterns as always; the subliminal anticipation of the waking shift (which sometimes includes a falling sensation and which creates precursors that include a number of different flight symbols, though which also include elevators and staircases), the liminal space of the hall, liminal awareness of being asleep (a bed as a dream state indicator), and a doorway at the end of the hall to exit my dream though after having sustained its length a little bit by locking the first door. There is no direct preconscious factor here though it is a rather sustained unusual dream just for being based on vestibular system correlation. The organ harvesting was related to a movie we saw recently (“Inhale” from 2010). Still, it seems to imply that the collective unconscious is “experimenting” on the collective conscious, the logic being that the sleeping passengers would represent conscious selves sleeping and the hospital staff being minds active within the dream state, though I suppose it could also just be a simple metaphor for lucidity and how I am often lucid in dreams while many others are not (though I myself am not viably lucid at any point in this dream other than having a degree of the typical liminal dream control, that is, control of the dream state without in-dream awareness that I am dreaming, though my second attempt to reinduce and sustain my dream instead results in slowly waking by way of doorway waking autosymbolism, which has happened in childhood even when choosing the left door).

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I'm boarding an airplane. I suddenly realize I don't want to go, or it's going to the wrong destination. I ask the flight attendant if I can still get off, but (s)he says no. We take off while I stumble back to my seat.

Scene with a lot of characters. A massive brawl erupts between various characters. A man restrains a woman onto a table (?) and aims a flamethrower at her, clearing intent on burning her. I attack the man to save her. Then, a female orderly (from a mental hospital?) who looked a bit like a fat nun, was furious at me for using violence. Still pissed off (and knowing I was in the right to use force, seeing as how the man I attacked was about to burn someone to death), I hit her in the face. Hard.

Morning of October 1, 2016. Saturday.



This dream scenario, where I am part of a group of spies or people conducting surveillance, is the second recent and clearer dream of this situation. I seem to be on an airplane, seated on my own on the left side, though this is somewhat ambiguous as it seems more like an odd library setup at one point (though still with the layout of an airplane relative to seating and certain environmental features).

As in my other recent dream of this characterization I have a briefcase that contains both cryptography and communications technology, though is of a different design than with my other dream. At one point, I hold up a large rectangular green and silver printed circuit board, though which has a small rectangular LCD display in the upper right corner. I push various parts of the circuit without any real clue to what I am doing (even though I seem to know) and which activates something on the display. The imagery and motions of my right hand (as well as the sense of touch on my fingertip) is extraordinarily vivid and stable as I move my hand randomly about touching various points. I hold it up vertically in front of me, as if deliberately showing it off to the other people present (even though they are members of the general public who would likely not know what it is).

Eventually, I am looking at my open briefcase with the computerized equipment. There is a set of rolling cylinders in the upper right. There also seems to be a password panel where small rollers are set, similar to a bicycle lock. There is a section on the left that is for displaying names of groups within the communications ring. Curiously, it presently displays a phrase which includes “pink pussy”. As I contemplate what my mission might be, an unknown female (of about eighteen) approaches and takes a cellphone out of its compartment in my briefcase. She seems annoyed at the person attempting to make contact with me and who is using country code fifty-four (though I am not sure if she is implied to be a stewardess as she is informally dressed in blue jeans and a plain blouse).

“I know all about this,” she says, “Country code fifty-four is America” (which is incorrect as it is actually Argentina but I do not remember this in the dream state though I do recall that Australia is sixty-one). After telling me this she walks away and towards the back of the airplane, though sitting down on the right side about four seats behind me. I hear her talking in an annoyed but authoritative manner and, in addition to other issues, she seems to be telling them off about their usage of the term “pink pussy” as part of an international spy ring name. I start to realize that the person on the other end probably has no idea what she is talking about or what is going on, or maybe does not even speak English as I had heard at least a few Spanish phrases. I am not that concerned and remain passive.

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This seems to once again confirm that the preconscious personification (though which does not directly appear in all dreams) cannot ultimately be fully controlled or scripted as every other dream setting, feature, and character can be. My present guess is that it is because it serves a special function in liminal space between sleeping and waking and is somehow directly linked to circadian rhythms and likely another biological function (likely the waking mechanism itself, somehow personified to prevent staying asleep for too long, my best guess at this time). However, in apex lucidity (and in certain other dream types), I seem to wholly “replace” this character. I still have not worked out all the specifics even in fifty years of dream work (although it is something I have not studied quite as much as other components). Saying that country code fifty-four is America confirms the usual wrongness of how this character communicates, which is also a bit of a puzzle. However, thanks to a number of very similar dreams over the years, some clues have emerged. The preconscious personification does not appear to like me having a telephone or other method of communication (which symbolizes access to my conscious self or possibly even the collective unconscious or collective conscious). This seems to imply that it is “against” the dream self (the dream self being the subconscious personification) attaining lucidity - though this may be relative to the specific timing or segment of the dream (which is always the last part); very curious since the “unity hug” instigates this communication or at least coalescence of the dream self into full consciousness, what dreams are naturally designed to represent with virtually countless metaphors. (Then again, a telephone symbolizes indirect communication while a hug is actual “physical” communication. I suspect there is much more to this.)

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Last night bed 9pm - 3:30am

DR ar 1 am

Me or someone has a private 747 jet. We are thinking where to take it. Aspen, Cannes. I tell them those places have remodeled their airports so now even big planes can land there. I'm walking around aspen airport outside, on a hill.

DR2 at 1 am

We are going to walk somewhere with another person, maybe my mom. She wants to go certain way. We go there and I show her lots of deep snow and I tell her we would be sinking in it. It's so deep, at some places small caves have formed. I look at one of those caves and there is a baby in clothes laying on the ground, moving his arms and legs. I yell at someone to call the cops, there is a baby in a cave. Because of the commotion, a man who was laying behing the baby sits up and is all confused. I tell them to call the cops off, baby was not abandoned.

Then I'm in some apartment hallway. I witness a conversation between "mom" and another woman, probable a reporter. She is telling "mom", that tha'ts the way to go if she wan't to get custody of kids and make "dad" look bad for leaving baby alone. I realize it's a scheme and I start recording it on my phone.

DR ar 3:30
I'm in an apartment in a tall building. Suddenly there is fire and some guys starts running around, trying to get away, without telling us. I look for it and I see smoke. We start gathering our pets. After a while it looks like the smoke is in some distance outside.

Morning of September 22, 2016. Thursday.



It seems to be late at night and I am walking with Zsuzsanna in an unfamiliar small town. Somehow I get distracted and find myself on my own in an area vaguely similar in some ways to an area near a church in Bundaberg (though I do not consider my location or have any concern about being in an unknown place). Even though I am not lucid I try to focus on a large stone water fountain as if I am subliminally aware of the nature of water induction to increase the depth and clarity of the dream state.

An unfamiliar priest approaches and seems to want me to move on or is there to tell me what to do as perhaps he does not like me being here so late at night. He tries to impress me by causing a moonbeam to create a glowing circle on the surface of the water. In a way, it seems rather eerie to me, though I vaguely recall it as a circadian rhythms factor (again, even though I am not lucid) and relative to moon or moonlight induction.

“So what,” I say. “I can make the sun come out in the middle of the night.” (I say this without realizing that the sun represents consciousness or the conscious identity within the dream state and thus I am actually talking about lucid dreaming without being lucid.) The area that the priest and I are standing now seems to be a storefront. I move my hands with a level of mental certainty and expectation that the sun will rise at my command, though again not being lucid at this point. Instead, a small sunbeam reaches my feet. At least I accomplished something based on my claim.

I decide to turn around and use whatever sunlight there is to mock the priest by making various shadow forms on the outer wall of the store. A circle of light (almost like a spotlight on a stage) of about a foot and a half in diameter appears on the concrete block outer wall. I lift my left hand up and make an incredibly realistic monkey shadow (after a few false starts with rabbit and dog heads), complete with legs, arms, and a tail, and moving about like a real monkey, almost as if suspended on its own. “Chee-chee-chee-chee,” I utter, happily making my version of a monkey sound. The priest seems to feel insulted as well as outdone by my miraculous abilities and thus he walks off. Even though I am still not at the lucid stage, shadow play is fairly common in certain vivid lucid dream types. Typically, the shadow symbolizes the dream self as “casting” conscious self identity into the dream state (at least when it is a human “duplicate” of the dream self though here, my dawning consciousness is apparently very playful), though this situation does not yet trigger my lucidity.

As I walk, the sun finally rises fully at my subtle command and with no “glitches”. As a result, my consciousness becomes more fully integrated into the dream state in a lucid sense, though not quite apex lucidity (full automatic control with enhanced senses and full body awareness even with full weight and momentum discernment). Just as I turn left around a corner I am at full conscious clarity, which I immediately find very thrilling. I notice a young version of Zsuzsanna (probably as she was a few years before we first wrote) standing on a garden wall of about four feet high, though I do not question this oddity. Several others (all unfamiliar) are standing around, possibly waiting for a bus. Zsuzsanna may also be waiting for the bus even being up on this wall. I hover and move up to stand on the wall with her. She does not seem to recognize me yet and takes on the essence of the preconscious personification.

“This is my dream, so we will get together and have some fun,” I boldly state. “I don’t care about these other people standing around.” She seems to slowly agree or at least lets me hug and kiss her passionately for a long time. Becoming more and more stimulated I indulge in various sensual events (the sense of touch augmented), though meanwhile, three times, for no particular reason, I decide to shoot large masses of spiderweb out of my right hand. One car becomes fully covered in my web, the imagery of which I find amusing when I look back. A couple people are swept back and stuck onto buildings but are not harmed.

Eventually, I notice a large unusual-looking airplane flying in the sky (from right to left). Its wings are up and back almost like a butterfly form and I feel a sense of beauty. Curiously, I do not mentally register it as the “return flight” waking transition symbol even though I have experienced the same metaphor thousands of times in various dream types (though not in the majority of lucid dreams). I notice a very unusual bookshelf-like structure on the other side of town and which seems to be atop a mountain. I focus on this. Although it vaguely reminds me of “Hollywood Squares”, the platforms (or seating areas) are at different levels. There are at least nine demigods in yellow Tibetan monk robes sitting and standing within the structure. I assume they are perhaps thirty feet tall or more. The visible forward edges of the skewed “Hollywood Squares” structure are mostly cream-colored, orange, and yellow. The demigods begin singing to Zsuzsanna and me very loudly and with love and happiness. The music is very clear and rhythmic and very enjoyable (though of an unfamiliar melody which I may record at a future date). They are singing something about tilling and gardening, something like, “In the morning when you wake up, till the soil with love…” and another phrase with “tilling” in it and something about “the next morning you will find”. It goes on for several minutes and as I hold Zsuzsanna, I slip into a less vivid and non-lucid false awakening as the airplane reaches the midpoint of my perspective, over the seemingly divine structure. (Of course, this structure symbolizes the sunrise and waking as non-lucid dreams typically do in the last segment - even though I am still semi-lucid - and a cheerful conscious coloring of my day ensues.)

In the false awakening I am with Zsuzsanna sitting on the floor of our present home. Our youngest son is present. He seems to have gathered seven unusual creatures (there are seven in our family). They seem to be some sort of unlikely composite of seashell, caterpillar, beetle, and chrysalis. For some reason, I point out to Zsuzsanna that they are “brains”, although I add to their number (starting with three, I think) as I notice more and more of them (though still a total of seven). Their shells are very complex in coloring, with mostly thin bands and paisley-like patterns of browns, yellows, and cream colors. There are two different shapes, the two largest being somewhat cylindrical and the others like trapezoidal prisms.

I look at a magazine page that Zsuzsanna is looking at. At first, I see the same airplane as from my previous dream, though as a silhouette in a full page sky photograph. As I tell Zsuzsanna about the dream I just had (the most common false awakening scenario for me other than actually attempting to write it out and soon seeing that my writing changes or that I had written nothing), I tell her how this looks just like the airplane from my dream. I find that unusual but when I look again, I see that it is an upside-down helicopter silhouette (a second “return flight” transition that actually represents my false awakening and how one of the first things I ever heard Zsuzsanna say on her first cassette which she mailed to me being “so if it sounds a bit upside-down, it’s from down-under), which I find rather curious - and from here I actually wake.

» I'm a spectator. I see the tarmac of an airport from the side. Meanwhile I hear an explanation being given. There's a sort of rocket ship, with a plane attached on top of it. It's taking off, but at a slow pace. The explanation is that the Dutch rapper Sevn Alias has funded/invented this. It allows for a plane to take off cheaper and faster than with the currently accepted method. The rocket ship flies slowly above water, to my surprise dives in, resurfaces and then the plane detaches and takes off. The rocket ship stays put for a bit, before flying back, using vertical thrusters. That was.. an usual way to take off. Also, is Sevn Alias really already that rich that he can afford this?!

» This dream is all over the place. I'm near an airport and see an Indonesian girl working at an office. She's not satisfied with her job, because her boss gave a crazy assignment. She has to write a certain number of pages on a topic, which she considers a crazy amount. She is wearing a black skirt and a striped shirt. The office is open, as in no walls. Somehow the info reaches me that I will be taking a trip to Maluku. I think it's business, because it will be paid for. I look up flight information. The quickest flight has 1 stopover. The total flight time is 24 hours. What the hell?! It's quicker to fly back to the Netherlands. Also I think I will shit my pants if I have to fly for 24 hours, considering Indonesia's poor safety record.

» I'm sitting in my dormitory living room, together with a few guys. We're eating grapes. I take 3, one of them smaller than the other two. I start juggling them, to the amusement of the other guys.

» I'm in a street in the Netherlands. I'm in the old car of my ex' brother. I'm not sure what I did exactly anymore. Park it all over the place?

» It's night and I'm with my cousin and my little brother. My brother and I are inside a vehicle that's seems like a crossover between a double decker bus and a rolling restaurant. Downstairs is the 'restaurant' section, upstairs I think the bedrooms and what not. I've pretty much locked up for the night. My cousin shows up. We talk for a while. He's planning to go somewhere. I think I tell him to be responsible and don't stay out too late, or something along those lines. At the end of the dream the vehicle is out of control. It keeps moving down the street towards an intersection and no matter how hard I try to break, it keeps going. Eventually we collide with a car. Fuck.

If I dream about cars they rarely/never seem to have functional brakes.

Morning of July 25, 2016. Monday.



I have befriended, as a coworker, Terry O'Quinn (as John Locke on “Lost”). We are volcanologists working in an apparently isolated area, though there is no impending threat at first. Eventually however, I develop some sort of insight into seeing what is to come, though this is more as a typical pretense in somehow subliminally directing my dream (which happens a lot in non-lucid dreams). There are about six or seven in total working in this setting.

I inform them that they all died - though speaking of events about three days from now. They seem a bit wary of my advice that they should leave. They do not want to scrap the study, but I somehow convince them.

Suddenly, at one point as we are walking, we are all in the Cubitis living room. I gaze cautiously at a small bright orange circle (like a shallow hole possibly revealing orange rather than red lava inside) on the knotty pine wall to the right of the hidden door that was there in real life, somehow linked to a light switch in this otherwise dark room. (This is a sunrise metaphor and waking precursor and seemingly symbolizes a desire to somehow see my deceased parents prior to the new day as both my mother and father used that room during different time periods.) There is a sense of electrical energy rather than volcanic and there is no threat, just a sense of awe and curiosity. The others follow my lead willingly. There is an interesting scene of an earthquake but I inform them that there is still time to escape.

There is a scene where Michael Dawson shows up to drive us to the airport. He looks as if he has been badly burned by being close to the eruption, though it is more like an unrealistic type of “burn” where he is more like a shadow made of ash. It is an unusual effect but he seems perfectly fine and is even cheerful.

At a later point I am looking at Terry O'Quinn through the window of a commercial jet airliner that is flying high in the sky (and it seems I somehow phased through the wall of the aircraft I had just been in to do this). He notices me and there is the idea that I am his guardian angel or even his idea of God. He is aware of me and acknowledges my presence in a somewhat cautious but respectful manner.

Finally, there is a bizarre scene where I am looking at the front halves of the heads of all the volcanologists as they are lying on the surface of a table in a medical laboratory. They are slid around almost like dinner plates a couple times. I am trying to work out where the rest of their bodies are though they seem fairly alert and are answering questions and getting examined somehow.

There seems to be a question over how I knew they would have otherwise died. I reveal my ability, which supposedly came from some sort of injection in this same laboratory. A female medical worker seeks to give me another injection to undo my abilities but I cause her to fly backward across the room and against the wall with telekinesis. I am able to fly away as well as to help the volcanologists escape their second possible fate of being lab rats.

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I checked into a hotel where I knew my husband had a room already. It was late and dark inside the hotel. It was closed for the night. A night clerk said they had 6 rooms left and asked me what kind I wanted. I went upstairs to let myself into my husband’s room while they were getting my room ready. Husband wasn’t in his room so I went back downstairs.

I was standing outside the hotel waiting for Mom to fly in to town. I saw a plane crash and land on it’s wing, then it tipped over upside down. I heard people screaming inside plane. I was worried my Mom was on that flight. Then I heard her screaming. I started running towards the plane and then saw that she was coming from the hotel and she was ok.

I was with my aunt. She was attempting to show me some video of something on vhs. The video she put in looked like it was an after school special from the 1980s, and as we let it play it became apparent that the teenagers on the video were talking about being gay. It wasn’t the video she had hoped to show me, but before she could remove it my grandfather (her father)whom had been in the room— played by no other than George Bush Senior in this dream- became upset and started lecturing my aunt on how it was wrong to be gay, why would she play a tape like this, etc. I tried to step in and said that young people think differently now, and that there was nothing wrong with it.
He listened with a concerned but not angry look on is face, and then tried to explain to me why it was wrong. He asked me if I was an artist, I said yes and that I was pretty left-leaning in general. I said didn’t know what it was like to fight in a war but maybe some people he fought with were gay. (Thinking of Bush’s WWII days I guess) He tried to list statistics and I forget what happened after that.

There was an open door to the outside and I heard the sound of a hawk. I knew before I looked the it was a baby hawk, and I went and picked it up and moved it over to a ‘safe’ place on the edge of a parking lot with other little baby birds.
Later I was handed a kitten, and I walked round with it and showed it to people.

My husband and I were on a trip in Europe. We were at the beginning of a many-legged-flight. The plane almost left me behind. Instead of being inside of the plane my perspective was from the rear outside of the plane and as if I were laying in bed. We were in the air for what seemed like five minutes when the pilot began the landing procedure. I felt the plane speed up tremendously as we descent, and we landed on a cobblestone or brick road in between to long rows of cargo shipping containers. The plane drove along this road until we reached the sea, and the he stopped the plane perched on a semi-steep rock, so as passengers exited they had to step partially in water and then climb up a wet, slippery rock. The pilot laughed at us.
We had landed in Spain or Greece (people were saying both) though it looked more like a town from a fantasy novel. The sun was setting and the sky was pink. There were giant, intricate marble statues of animals and trees all around. I was taking photographs. Some people went into a convenience store.


Thoughts:
Hmm. A conservative patriarchal figure. The subject of homosexuality broached. Baby birds. Traveling, planes, statues. I keep wondering if any of this was spawned by something I watched on television recently. Especially the George Bush part. WTF was he doing here? He sort of reminded me of someone…not my father or grandfathers…I can’t place it. This just occurred to me—I wonder if he was supposed to represent my aunt’s real father (my Mom's real father), who passed away when she was three and before I was born. He was conservative and religious, and he fought in the Korean war. My grandmother had remarried when I was very young so the man I knew as my grandfather on the side was my mother’s step-father.

The giant marble statues almost seemed like Gods. I have thought a bit about mythology recently, and perhaps I was scanning the gods from above in my mind in this dream.