Morning of July 8, 2018. Sunday. In my dream, I am wandering around, uncertain of the nature of my current situation. The setting is an ambiguous blend of King Street (where I have not been at all since 1994), and Stadcor Street (where Zsuzsanna and our family and I have not lived in years). It is rendered in a way that is about fifty percent of each, yet I am not confused by this mix and seem to be walking to where Dennis (half-brother on my mother’s side) used to live. I walk through a narrow alley toward an area that opens into a vacant parking lot. Three unfamiliar males approach me and I expect trouble. One male presses the small of my back, apparently with a weapon. It does not hurt, but there is a strange sustained sensation that always served before to immediately wake me since early childhood. However, I do not wake from this, though as I am not lucid, I am not aware of what it usually does to me. It happens three different times as I choose to try to walk slowly away to the entrance of another alley on the other side of the parking lot. Normally, this back jab event (rendered in dreams in a number of different ways) sends me nearly flying out of bed with its intensity. In this case, it is softer, but still dominates my otherwise illusory physicality. I almost suspect that it did not wake me (though of course I did wake eventually) due to getting older and I wonder if it indicates a biological change, though may possibly be a new form of non-lucid dream control. The parking lot is very common autosymbolism for a specific level of sleep, representing how the body is not typically moving (or is not supposed to be) during REM sleep. It is usually the last setting to be rendered when featured in a dream and I typify it as a liminal space representation (as a parking lot also is in waking life), though not a transitional liminal space buffer as a porch is.
Morning of November 9, 2016. Wednesday. I find myself standing in an unknown mostly featureless room as I have just shifted into the beginning of my lucid dream. I mostly find myself gazing at the blue sky through a closed sash window. (I am not sure of directional orientation. If it is implied to be our bedroom window I would be looking west.) An unrealistically large bird, but otherwise the kind called a kite, is seemingly flying directly towards the window. Before the bird gets too close and crashes into the window, it slows down and becomes an actual white kite but is still moving down towards the window. Strangely though, the window still breaks (without the kite hitting it), glass flying inward, towards me. At this point, I experience the back spasm event and nearly go flying off our bed. (Ordinarily, back spasm dreams are a premonitory sequence where something seemingly jabs me in my back in physical hypnopompia, a recurring dream event from very early childhood. It does not seem as if this was the case this time, as the flying glass shards came from in front of me, although it was triggered by a sudden awareness of Zsuzsanna’s body behind mine as I was lightly sleeping on my right side. Still, the timing of the imagery was not correctly aligned with the physical event, which I find hilarious, like a movie that was incompetently dubbed.) A breaking window simply symbolizes dream cessation in real time (as does losing teeth, which also usually has no waking life meaning). (This metaphor is even used in the 1971 TV movie “The Deadly Dream”). The imagery in this dream has a thread of prescience. Zsuzsanna had checked out “Tommy” from the library, which features a longer scene near the end with Tommy on a white hang glider that looks very much like a large white kite. I had no way of knowing she would be checking it out at this time. Otherwise, kites, birds, airplanes, and virtually anything associated with flight or wings (including birds that cannot fly) are associated with the floating sensation typically experienced upon falling asleep. Over one in five of my dreams for over fifty years have had this dream state dynamic, but are always unique, and sometimes, as with this dream, contain literal prescience. The “back jab” event is based on biology, and only happens in a particular stage of sleeping or waking as a result of spontaneous neural energy. It is completely unrelated to real life dynamics, just as the hypnopompic kick is (although the hypnopompic kick is more pronounced when I do more walking on a particular day).
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