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Morning of August 19, 2018. Sunday.

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In my dream, my family and I as we appear now are living back on Barolin Street (though the house is no longer there in reality and our youngest daughter never lived there). It seems to be late morning. She is looking out into the front yard.

A white plastic bucket (contents unknown, if any) rises from the ground in about the center of the front yard and hovers in the air to about five feet and floats slowly from north to south. The scene resets and repeats several times. I think that an invisible whirlwind is causing it. It does not pose a threat, and my daughter sees it as a joyful event.

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It is not a tornado dream, but it is a basis for the ultradian rhythm process (in addition to VSC). Tornadoes stem from a specific type of vestibular system correlation at the peak of ultradian rhythm. Even so, I have often controlled their manifestation and direction in both non-lucidity and lucidity.

Here, my infra-awareness (with non-lucid dream control) mediates the event as being cheerful and soft. It represents ultradian rhythm being less dominant in the projected contemplation of my illusory fictitious dream body, also affected by the level of natural melatonin. The white bucket likely represents a specific measurement of it. From a biological standpoint, water and how it occurs in dreams is autosymbolism for the level and dynamics of sleep and levels of melatonin. I have “water symbolizing sleep” as appearing 350 times in my main online journal (though water induction/melatonin begins all sleep cycles). As I have written often, dream “symbolism” is not symbolism in the conventional sense, as it is not even viable in non-lucidity despite popular misconception.

The association, although I never take medication as such, probably stems from the following extract: “When it’s nighttime and melatonin levels are high,” says Dr. Wurtman, “taking melatonin supplements is like putting a drop of water into an empty bucket; when it’s daytime, it’s like putting a drop of water into a full bucket.”

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Morning of June 25, 2015. Thursday.



I am once again at the King Street boarding house in La Crosse, Wisconsin where I have not lived since the late 1980s, though this is also an atypical in-dream location in the backyard near the southwest corner. I find a yellow plastic bucket (probably about a three-gallon size) full of paper scraps, about three-quarters full. All of the paper scraps have either one of two shapes. Either they are square and have some writing on them in typed print or they are shaped like corner-to-corner adjacent longer rectangles and without writing (similar to one of the Tetris shapes, and indeed, this dream may actually be based on my interest in the so-called Tetris effect, though not relevant to the Tetris game itself as I do not play it). I find the rectangular pieces (about four inches in length) quite intriguing in shape for some reason and first consider that they might be worth more than the other scraps even though the square pieces have a written claim that they can be reimbursed for a certain amount of cash, possibly around five or more dollars though I am not certain of the amount.

Still, I begin to sort them out, and eventually realize that the curious connected rectangle shapes (many of which are slightly curled) may not be worth anything after all as they do not have writing on them. This makes me a bit annoyed as there seem to be slightly more linked rectangular scraps than the square ones, which I realize are probably some sort of mail-order coupon and perhaps worth three dollars each at this point. Thus I become more interested in holding onto the “coupons” to mail them in for cash. I am not even sure who the bucket belongs to, or of any in-dream back story to the scene.

Eventually, my pinhead friend from years ago (who also lived at King Street), Leonard S, comes out and informs me that none of the paper scraps are worth anything and that the square “coupons” are related to some sort of mail-order scam. Somehow, in the back of my mind, I already knew this and ponder why I even bothered sorting them in the first place.

This dream seems to be an odd composite of two fairly clear associations from over twenty years apart. The paper scraps remind me of a science activity I taught recently (grades six to eight and of a McGraw-Hill manual) whereby you “classify” different shapes of small paper cutouts into different groups to learn about how scientific classification works - even though the activity did not include the rather peculiar joined rectangles shape (which I still find a bit intriguing to appear as such so consistently in a dream, especially a fair number of the exact same size). The other aspect reminds me of years ago when Leonard kept sending money to the same company each time he supposedly won a “prize” which always turned out to be a tiny black stone glued to a piece of cardboard, which he apparently enjoyed getting (although his mood was quite erratic at times - he looked like a more developed version of the more well-known Schlitzie, and was also more intelligent and mentally competent in most ways though his mother did not want him and he grew up in St. Michael’s Orphanage in La Crosse).

I had tsunami dream second time.

In first dream. I am lying on the beach sunbathing with friends and boyfriend and i notice tsunami coming. It was soooo huge. And it seemed so real. I run to them and start running. I quickly realize I didn't wait for my boyfriend and feel bad for it. And he catches up. We run together toward the hill/mountain and start climbing. All the rocks around are light red-sand color. We are fast, but some rocks are not stable and fall as we grab them. At the end we made it. We climb the top and only a puddle came to near our feet. I think after, when all was over, I went back to that beach, not sure who was with me. But it felt like I am there for some reason.

Last night I had similar dream again but including other guy. (my sort of ex boyfriend, but situation is complex so am gonna call him boyfriend too) Me and my boyfriend were at the shore. Again it was rocky ambient. Again I noticed tsunami coming. We were in this caffe made out of glass, and i pulled him in the other room which was more inside (but all glass walls around). And when the wave was closed I though myself in front of him to protect him. The wave came and it broke all the glass. I saw little pieces of glass flying in front of water like in action movies. I dont remember the result but i think we were fine, both of us. After everything was over, I came back with my parents to that place. At the shore there was a tap sticking out of rock and empty bucket under it. I was sitting with my brother a bit further. There was something scary in the air. There was kind of waiting for some information. Maybe even I could hear radio in the background. Something bad was about to happen in the world. We were waiting to see if somebody out there is going to do that bad thing, and if he did poison would start to drip from the tap. There was even something apocalyptic in that dream.

I'm sort of going through rough period emotionally. And I think dreams (I dream a lot of weird and exhausting things lately) are trying to help me but I just don't get them. The thing is I am kinda on the fence between these two guys from two dreams and have to pick which way to go in my life - first dream is with newer guy and it feels so light and nice to be with him, and in second dream is old boyfriend, relationship with him drained me but he is (used to be) my love maybe i need to try harder. This is first dream that repeated with different 'actors'. That's why it might be important to me. If anybody feels inspired for any interpretation I would greatly appreciate it.

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I dreamt that I had bought a smartphone from a friend. I went to his place to pick it up. When I arrived he pointed to a bucket of water in on the floor. In it was the phone. I picked it up and it miraculously worked, which I thought was strange because phones and water don´t really mix. When I asked him why he had put it in a bucket of water he said it was in order to clean it.

Later I went to a mall, and to a shop called Game that sells computer games. I browsed for a while until settling for a superman game. The owner did ask me if I needed help at some point, but I said I was all right.

When I later played it I was actually inside the game, playing as one of the main characters. It was apparently a strategy game, where two sides fought a war. I was a super soldier and was running around killing enemy soldiers.

Managed to recall a bunch of dreams today upon waking up, much more than usual.

Dream 1:

I was playing game that looked quite similar to Spiral Knights, except it was more dim. I was moving character between different rooms of some foggy place. At some point i found glitch that makes character slide at crazy speed across the screen, ignoring physics and objects, and i used it to go beyond some railing. This time, upon entering different room i apparently got into game and was instead of the player character. I picked up some treasure in the room and ended up hiding behind curtains from someone.

Dream 2:

I apparently was a ninja and i had to find my group. After a while of searching through forest i reached the canyon and the group was there, we start getting prepared to assault enemy base in the canyon or something.

Dream 3:

I was watching some pokemon anime. and there was some dude who joins the Ash in his travels just because he's too scared of everything. They end up traveling through many places. At some point he had to part, so he ended up walking around the road being scared of most of sounds in the forest. There were also some pokemons but none looked familiar. Dream skips.
I was now in first person in anime instead of just watching, but still being just spectator view. There's some evil dude trying to capture some sort of legendary pokemon who is able to talk. After a few attempts that pokemon uses some sort of ability that fires homing spikes and retreats, saying to that dude: 'You are not strong enough yet'. Evil dude gets angry and calls in some other dude with big badass sword. He sends him somewhere.

Dream 4:

There's three people in the room: two dudes and girl. I was spectating through first person view from one of dudes. They talk to the girl about something. Suddenly the dude with sword from previous dream enters the room and outright murders one of dudes(not the one i was spectating from). The other one manages to hide completely inside a tiny bucket on wheels somehow, and starts trying to escape. Sword dude soon notices that and slashes the bucket. View changes to deathcam now showing dead body of that dude glitching out of the bucket, and my dream self finds that death animation hilarious.

Dream 5:

I was checking MSPA for updates and ofcourse there were some new ones on Homestuck. The updates are about some Homestuck trolls being stuck on floating island. They have to dodge/block attacks of someone invisible. Eventually some of them fail to do that and die, others end up using some sort of time manipulation to slow time and dodge attacks easily that way. At some point i notice that on the site there's some other column of updates on the right side. I check it and it's some totally random stuff and MSPA fanart. I wake up.

Then i accidentally fall asleep once more while recalling dreams...

Dream 6:

I am in the room and there's random SBAHJ stuff floating everywhere(bizarre stuff), it lasts a few seconds. I wake up once again.

[Monday, October 1st, 2012]
(The night before this, I had smoked a good deal of weed and was still recovering. I had remained conscious
throughout most of my high and it was amazing how different it had felt. Anyways... I wake up and remember very
little.)

I remember being in a version of my Mom's old house... I was thinking of "Incubus" and was holding a bucket of dust
or dirt or something. I was cleaning it out with running water over a "well" or "sink" or "pool". I'd run water into it and
clean off the sides and then dump it. Casey was there and talking to me about Incubus. I don't remember what was
said, but it related to what I was doing.

<Casey calls me and wakes me up- but I don't answer. I'm not ready to get out of bed yet. I close my eyes and drift off
again- but this time I don't remember anything. More people start calling and texting and I just get up completely when
I decide to answer Nathan's call. >

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