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Morning of October 13, 2018. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,926-01. Optimized 3 minute read.




Part of my dream’s initial setting has the essence of the Cubitis house’s kitchenette (1978) though its placement in the surroundings is incorrect. It features a 1990s washing machine instead of a stove. (My mother only ever had a wringer washing machine with a cylindrical body when we lived there.) There is an open space to the right (when facing west) leading to a big bedroom with other rooms beyond.

My dream self mistakenly thinks it is Marilyn’s house. (Marilyn is a half-sister on my mother’s side who died in 2014. My dream self does not recall she died, and she appears here as in the late 1960s.)

The washing machine inexplicably slides across the floor, turning at an angle. An invisible force drags it to the bedroom. It stops near a door on the opposite side, near the bed. I find this event fascinating, so I tell Marilyn about it.

I discover the ghost of an unknown boy hiding under the bed after Marilyn informs me. I perceive him as sitting in a Padmasana position (Lotus Pose), although there would not be enough vertical space in a real-world scene.

I find a small radio station control room in the house, though it is mainly featureless. I talk to Jim through its closed window. (Jim is a half-brother on my mother’s side who died in 2008. My dream self does not recall he died. He appears as he did in the 1970s.) He tells me I should never talk about the ghost to anyone outside our home, but I disagree with him, so he seems sad.

I intensely focus on my marriage to Zsuzsanna and our miraculous “coincidences.” I talk about them as if they resulted from a divine force above us. Astoundingly, despite this, my dream self does not attain waking-life recognition.

I return to the bedroom. Marilyn informs me that the ghost boy’s parents, also ghosts, had been hiding in the wardrobe for a long time.

I open the wardrobe to investigate but mainly focus on an unfamiliar stocky man in glasses. He wears a suit. His right eye seems lower than it should be, angled downward. It is also a shorter distance from his left eye than what would be natural.

I hold out my right hand for him to shake. I am sincere and cheerful. He willingly shakes my hand. I place my left hand over his right hand, and tactility increases. I am confident and peaceful as I acknowledge him with a sincere smile as if I am happy to meet him.

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Intelligently understanding dreams:

In actuality, I am asleep in bed, vaguely contemplating mobility because of my status of REM atonia. That is why I imagine a force dragging something to the bed. It is a washing machine to remind me I am undressed while sleeping.

Shaking hands compensates for becoming intuitively aware of somatosensory phasing caused by variations in REM atonia (paralysis while sleeping, which occurs through all dreams throughout the sleep cycle in healthy people). It also acknowledges the waking transition - unification with my real-life awareness. This act, and hugging, are the two fundamental forms of this intuitive process, depending on my willingness to wake up during a specific part of my dream.

The unusual downward eye is an intuitive association with having my eyes closed during sleep. The “boy ghost” in the Lotus Pose under the bed is also a dream state signifier.

There are two main reasons for ghosts appearing in my dreams.

One reason is instinctual awareness of my dream self being an incomplete form of my true conscious self. That includes my lack of real-world mobility corresponding with the false physicality (vestibular-motor phasing) of dreaming. Even if I walk around in a dream, I am not walking with my body in a real-world event. This type of intuitive awareness integrates into various dream narratives. Unlike others, I rarely fear protoconsciousness, either in hypnopompic sleep paralysis or in the dream state proper (and its natural REM paralysis).

The other reason is my deliberate summoning of ghosts, monsters, or haunting scenarios to bring about ASMR, which I learned to do in childhood. However, ASMR, predominant in the bliss of hypnopompic paralysis, is not usually as present in the dream state.

At high levels of lucid dreaming, I have less control of a dream because of conscious bias (excluding hypnagogic and post-hypnagogic dreaming experiences). I know that ghosts, movie monsters, aliens, etc. - do not exist, so summoning such content is futile.

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Morning of May 16, 1997. Friday.



My brother Jim (half-brother on my mother’s side) is visiting. He approaches me and starts talking about “wakes” (an obvious dream sign but I do not become viably or actively lucid, only the usual non-lucid dream control by way of instinctual dreaming). This seems to be focused on sexuality as having something to do with boats. Oddly though, he is talking about a particular type of water (which of course makes no sense other than a dream sign relevant to my typical water induction into the dream state, as water represents sleep and being in the dream state).

At one point, there is a strange skeleton of a bird that does not look quite right (possibly with “alien” implications).

At another point, Jim is in a room with other people and acting a bit strange, kicking his leg out.
At one point, there is a strange skeleton of a bird that does not look quite right (possibly with “alien” implications).

At another point, Jim is in a room with other people and acting a bit strange, kicking his leg out.

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As with many of my dreams since earliest memory, this entire dream is a real-time metaphor for sleeping, dreaming, and waking, though in this case, with an additional dream sign related to sexuality. The reference to sexuality is present because it is also a bed reference, which is a first-level dream state indicator (and a subliminal awareness that one has fallen asleep).

The bird skeleton is a typical “return flight” precursor which represents the waking stage common to the majority of my dreams as such (about twenty percent of the tens of thousands of dreams I have studied, decoded, and ultimately resolved - which brings amazing clarity of mind the more it is done). It first occurred about fifty years ago with the same overall dream theme, mainly influenced by a book on Birds that prompted me to maintain consciously created threads as such when entering the dream state. The “alien” association sometimes occurs as a difference between the transient and fictional dream self identity and the real conscious self identity (non-lucid dreams only as this factor does not usually occur in lucid dreams unless I will it to).

Even the last scene is a dream sign. When my brother Jim fell asleep on the armchair in real life, he would kick his leg out and sometimes move it a bit and people would joke that he was driving a car and stepping on the brakes. However, even seeing this scene in a dream did not alert me to the fact I was dreaming even when Jim had used the word “wakes” a few times earlier in my dream.

Additionally, even the collective consciousness of humanity understands that water symbolizes sleep. For example, the word “wakes” is a reference to a disturbance on the surface of the water caused by a boat or swimming animal.

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Night of October 30, 1970. Friday.



There is a knock at the front door of my Cubitis home seemingly at night, which may be a trick-or-treater regardless of the possible later time (and the implied in-dream date may be a day later). My mother answers (I may have been doing something earlier in my dream but I do not recall that part). It is an allover short-haired orange monster standing there in our carport (but otherwise has all the anatomical form of a human). However, it soon turns out to be my older brother Jim, holding the full-head mask in the bend of his left arm like a helmet after removing it (and I also have a vague idea that it actually is a motorcycle helmet, though he did not have a motorcycle in real life until much later). He seems happy and optimistic. (I had not seen him for some time in real life, since living at North Monroe Street.) In real life, he was jovial and never “monster-like” in any way in my perspective, though he was overweight most of his life.

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This rather short dream had two precognitive layers. You might find it strange that saying a visitor showing up on Halloween after my dream was precognitive. However, this really was the first and only time we ever had a trick-or-treater (and it was after dark) while living in Cubitis for nearly ten years - and my mother answered the door. Not only that, it was an older and stockier teenager (high school student) who neither my mother nor myself knew the identify of, but he was wearing a homemade paper mask and not a costume of any kind. It seemed a bit eerie (and of the same slightly anxious mood as the door was answered while I had been in the same location as in my dream). The second facet was that my older brother Jim came to visit us later, which was the first and only time he had been in Cubitis. We did not know at the time that he would be visiting as such.

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