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Morning of June 18, 1989. Sunday.



I believe there were other events prior to this main vivid scene before waking. I am in some sort of rather large belfry. There are unknown unusual people that do not look in my direction or speak to me. They are wearing pale brown robes, it seems. I get the impression that they may be monks.

I watch and see the reddish brown bells swing and hear them make very eerie tones, sounding much like the slowed-down recording of someone dropping silverware into a metal pan. The sound is somewhat discordant but still musical in a way. Something about the scene is not quite right. It seems to be just prior to sunset. (However, there is an ambiguous awareness that I am watching this in late morning, caused by my awareness of waking from my dream.)

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This dream, like many dreams (or at least the final segment), was designed to wake me up.

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I would like to clarify that I used this title as a joke, not be be descriptive.

Morning of May 16, 1971. Sunday.

Reading time: 1 min 42 sec. Readability score: 59.



In my dream, it seems to be early morning, about an hour before dawn. My mother and I are standing between two of the buildings at my elementary school, near the inward corner of one. We are the only people in the area. I am unsure why we are here, though I consider may relate to completing information in my school records. I am aware that it is the weekend and that school will not be in session today. We are looking toward the south.

I see a church about three blocks away. (In reality, the school building would be blocking such a view.) I can see its belfry in the semidarkness.

A big yellow bolt of lightning comes down from the sky, on the right of the tall church belfry. (It has an unrealistic appearance, as if from a cartoon.) It strikes it near the top, and flames begin to consume the tower.

My mother glares down at me as if I had caused the event by way of pyrokinesis and the ability to control the weather and guide lightning. Her silent accusation increases my focus and the vividness of my dream. (The presence of fire increases the awareness of my conscious self identity.)

“It’s not my fault,” I say, somewhat hesitantly (with a hint of self-doubt), and I remain unsure if my mother believes me.

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The school setting is relevant to relearning one’s way back to the conscious self identity as in waking life. (This correlates with the subliminal desire to ignite the conscious self awareness for lucidity.) My mother is present by my side as the witness (RAS mediation), as she is the one who usually woke me during early childhood and my school years. The lightning is neural energy that increases awareness in the waking process of which also sometimes serves as a lucidity trigger by liminal intent. The belfry serves as an emerging consciousness representation (rising above the dream), and fire is consciousness.

Ultimately, this dream is an augmented factor of the “lighting a candle” metaphor to establish lucidity and dream state awareness. Dream control and lucidity are not dependent on each other contrary to popular misconception.

I believe that I have coherently explained every factor of this dream and its causes and meaning as the emerging consciousness initiation and non-lucid dream control. There was also influence from the Nancy Sinatra song “Lightning’s Girl.” That developed into associations with dream control, as I had imagined controlling lightning as relevant to the song (though this was a childhood misunderstanding as to what the song meant).

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