I'm inside a warehouse with Daz and Anna. I see a bag of flower underneath the garage door. The door starts to close, and I quickly try and get through the small opening or try and move the flower, but I get there too late. I can see a man with a grenade launcher. He shoots off a grenade and it explodes not too far from me. It looked pretty amazing seeing the explosion. I think I'm at a army base and try and have a sneak passed the guy that shot the grenade. I only get a small glimpse of what looked like an Army Tank. I'm now in a room with Daz and he is holding his cock pills. I hug Daz for some reason and he hugs me back and kisses me on the cheek. I'm with Anna and I feel horny and want to have sex with her, even though she has a boyfriend. I expect it to be OK, cause there's nothing to it, no emotion, just sex. I'm laying in bed with Anna and Daz is behind us.
Morning of January 4, 1998. Sunday. I am near a water reservoir in an unfamiliar location which has apparently been contaminated by army tanks and jeeps somehow ending up in it (though I am not sure of how this had happened). A man who reminds me of Bill Gates (and who may be him) starts warning people about this situation and says that people could start dying. However, the problem is supposedly being solved (in a seemingly timely manner) by putting large plastic tarpaulins over the inside walls of the reservoir (though that does not seem logical as I do not think water could properly filter through them). I help with the task and it is seemingly working. In an additional dream or offset of this sequence, I am dancing and chanting in a very positive and cheerful mood (commonly recurring). In dreams, water has been validated for me to represent sleep. The condition of water in a dream relates directly to the dynamics of sleep in real time. Water getting lower over time represents the natural waking transition, a scene which has occurred at least once virtually every night for the past fifty years. In this case, during the waking transition, there is even the additional tarpaulin association (dream sign) with bed sheets. Translated directly: “The water is contaminated by the presence of army tanks and jeeps in it though using tarpaulins to line the reservoir will filter the water” becomes, “Sleep is presently somewhat restless with conflicting thoughts towards waking but by relaxing more within comfortable clean sheets a bit longer, sleep will be better.”
Morning of December 1, 1990. Saturday. In real life, I had been sleeping on the couch in the Loomis Street living room. My black vinyl-covered winter gloves with cloth cuffs were on the coffee table to my left. I was sleeping on my left side (facing north). The sun was already up and daylight was coming through the window on my right as well as the east window. In my vivid dream, which came after I had been awake for a short time and fallen asleep again, I was watching a battle scene with army tanks and running soldiers. There is some sort of distortion where the battle scene seems to become miniaturized and occurring on the coffee table. I woke from this very clear dream imagery to be somewhat disoriented by still seeing the moving tank treads. There was a very light dizziness and an atypically sustained waking transition. I had been gazing, open-eyed, before fully awake, at the open end of one of my winter gloves. The effect was a flawless transformation of what I had thought I was watching in my dream. The black cuff of my glove, the open cuff directly facing me, was still moving like a tank tread, and it took several seconds before the hypnopompic illusion faded. I found this waking illusion fascinating. Apparently, my reticular activating system was slower than usual this time (and I was colder as well), as I do not usually have sustained hypnopompic hallucinations (which are always caused by incorrectly perceiving a feature in my environment with open eyes yet while still sleeping and dreaming). (When I have watched vivid hypnagogia for typically an hour or more during the first part of every sleeping period since early childhood, it is never integrated into any real aspect of my environment and I always know what it is, using it to deliberately “step into” a dream setting of my choice. The first hour of hypnagogia is usually fully lucid whereas hypnopompia is not and rarely lasts more than a few seconds, with only some exceptions, such as this one, in my lifetime.)
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