Afternoon of May 24, 2020. Sunday. Reading time (optimized): 4 min. Fire, lightning, electricity, wiring, circuits, lasers, candles, lightbulbs, flashlights, headlights, sunbeams, and the sun are fundamental characteristic features of the cortical arousal of the waking process and represent the increase of neuronal energy and the emergence of consciousness for anyone who legitimately understands the dream state. Although the same transitions occur every sleep cycle, they stabilize with uniqueness in vivid liminal sleep-wake management. Here, I will include the modulatory factor in the upper case, a description of the relevant dream content, and the ultradian implication (with virtual or literal melatonin or serotonin mediation). My goal is to find correlations I had not previously noticed (to develop more clarity of mind, though, as there are more than 20,000 examples of this form of dream state management, it is not feasible to include more variables at this time. I may study them in pairs of variables at a later date, though I have found all major statistical curves and causal factors for most dream content over 50 years.) Before I describe the many unique and intriguing versions of this process, I will begin with including my lifelong activity of pulling myself out of undefined liminal space (that has no imagery and seems integrated with enigmatic space) by summoning an unseen candle, perceiving my emerging consciousness as a candle flame. When this happens as a result of sleep apnea (though which is rare), and no vestibular-cerebral handshake (viable body-mind agreement), it is the only type of dreaming experience where I feel genuine fear. Variations of it are rare. One variation occurred in December of 1969. In addition to sustaining my consciousness as the essence of a candle flame, I also absentmindedly summoned an unseen dragon that roared and breathed fire. (Undefined liminal space never contains imagery. Also, the duality as a result of being between dreaming space and waking space is far less in this state. That is likely what causes a sense of dread.) 19690519. FIRE. Toby and I rescue Brenda from her burning house, though it is erroneously on the school grounds. Dark, before dawn. (Includes audio near the waking point: “You boys are wonderful!”) 19710209. LIGHTNING. Frankenstein’s monster is the driver of a taxi I get into (though I do not notice until I am sitting in it in the back seat, left side). I see lightning flashing only inside the school in the early morning on a clear day. There is a sense of amusement rather than a threat. As a school is associated with learning, the lightning represents potential wakefulness and is analogous to the monster rising from his bed. The taxi is analogous with my physical body, of which I do not yet have control, as I am asleep in reality. Otherwise, summoning vehicles as I often do, is more about increasing my imaginary physicality to enhance and sustain the dream state. 19710516. LIGHTNING and FIRE. A bolt of lightning comes down and strikes a church belfry in the distance, setting it afire, while I am on the otherwise empty school grounds with my mother. Dark, before dawn. (Includes audio: I say, "It’s not my fault” to my mother.) It is essentially a visual and visually exaggerated version of the candle-lighting process. 19740127. SPARKS and FIRE. I am at my middle school with my GI Joe jeep, though it is erroneously a remote control toy (confused with my remote control orange Volkswagon). Low lighting in the cafeteria. At first, I seem to be operating it, but the narrative changes. Sparks and fire begin near the gas pedal when it stops, but it does not spread. A moving vehicle (analogous to the body) typically represents the anticipation of a vestibular-cerebral handshake, and I often summon vehicles in all modes of dreaming. The fire near the gas pedal anticipates atonia to myoclonus, which is often a spontaneous leg kick with waking. 19791106. FIRE. In a parking lot (management of liminality during an absent vestibular-cerebral handshake), I see a car erupt into flames as its unknown owner enters it (though I feel no emotion or sense of dread). Curiously, as a result, the car reveals what looks like an oversized human ribcage that had been its top and sides. Nighttime, low light. It is a direct validation that a vehicle is analogous to the human body. 19820905. ANTHROPOMORPHIC LIGHTNING (ELECTRICITY). Early morning setting. An imp, about a foot tall, lives inside the kitchen cabinet under the sink. He seems to be made of electricity, though he maintains a sketchy human form and monitors the plumbing (seemingly with the pipe missing). Although he seems mischievous, I do not feel threatened. Later, I see Earl in the back of a car in a parking lot (liminal space management). He is instead the disabled man from a real advertisement in which he had said, “I’m a little tired. I’m alright though,” when rising from the water in an Olympic-size pool. It ties in with how the “electric imp” was a simulacrum of melatonin mediation. (The clue is the statement “I’m a little tired,” though unspoken in the dream, meaning I am sleeping, as water signifies the dream state’s dynamics.) 19901209 FIRE. I see the front-left heating element on the stove catch fire for no discernible reason in the otherwise dark Loomis Street kitchen. I feel no sense of threat. (Audio: An unknown girl exclaims “Fire!”) This variation of the candle flame summoning has an association with the area underneath the stove element as a virtual portal deeper into dream space. 20160222. CANDLE FLAME. I summon a giant candle to undo the magic of a male cult leader. (Audio: “…and now a golden candle, taller than me, appears here.”) (My dream was extremely long with a complex narrative.) I include these detailed explanatory factors with each relevant series about my fundamental dreaming habits and their inherent dream-based meanings, so I can remove the more extensive redundancies from past entries (on my two main online dream journals), and keep this introductory page as a public reference for future entries.
Morning of February 22, 2016. Monday. Reading time: 5 min 42 sec. Readability score: 66. My family and I are leaving our home on Stadcor Street due to an understanding that Daniel (Zsuzsanna’s younger half-brother on her mother’s side) is ill and could make us sick. (This is illogical because he is not around or likely to visit.) I carry a big suitcase as we all leave our house. We walk toward the city of Brisbane, but I have the idea we will be walking to America to avoid getting the illness. Eventually, we are sitting at a bus stop in an unfamiliar area with other people after I get tired of walking. (There are at least two bus shelters oriented end to end.) I am uncertain when the bus will arrive or if it will take us to our destination (closer to America, reachable by a short bridge from Australia as they are next to each other in my dream). I begin to realize that I have a car we can use that should be appearing soon. I think it is the fancy white car across the street. As I go to it, I look at the back to notice my first name written clearly above the license plate. That may be evidence it is my car though I consider it may belong to someone else. The door on the front left side is open, and we all get in, though I am the only one that sits in front. I assume the car has three rows of seats, as otherwise, all of us would not be able to fit. There is a periscope as well as an automatic pilot. I quickly drive off while vaguely thinking that it still might be someone else’s car but this is not a concern. I safely and effortlessly drive through buildings, solid walls, and over water. I stop at a rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. I look over the cliff to see a few men wandering about on the rocks about ten feet below. Now there is an unknown homeless male with us, and I offer him food. (He has not eaten for a few days and has been wandering in the region.) I pick up a suitcase to use infra-control as a potential to create food in it, but upon opening it, there are only my family’s folded clothes inside, I then open a rucksack and reach in expectantly and see I am holding a baguette. He is cheerfully thankful, as it is his favorite food. I reach in and produce a second one, which I also give him. I think about how the southeast section of America nearly touches the northwest section of Australia. It is like I see the Strait of Juan De Fuca (northwest above Washington state in reality) in the northwest corner of Australia, and that links to Charleston, North Carolina. Part of it could be confusing the Victoria above Washington state with the Victoria in Australia. It is not only an error of country location. I think we are still in Brisbane (the opposite side of Australia than my dream’s implication). (However, if you rotate Australia around to line up with the USA, the two Victorias are in the same area, though one is a city and one is a state.) We are now at a Brisbane train station. It seems to be nighttime. There is a Russian wolfhound (Borzoi) lying on one of the benches. It possesses the soul of an unknown man’s ex-girlfriend. He hired a cult leader (present near a waiting train) to transform her with magic. I talk to the dog. She acts as if I am ridiculous in talking to her and makes a sarcastic remark about people who talk to dogs. There is an ambiguous awareness that I am in a bus station and the dog is a greyhound (as a Greyhound is a kind of bus). The increasing ambiguity, along with the dog’s sarcastic attitude, annoys me. I decide to help her even though she seems resigned to her fate. I tell the young male cult leader that I will change the dog back, but he believes he is the only one with magical powers. I say, “…and now a golden candle, taller than me, appears here,” and it happens. A golden candle taller than I appears before me in a giant brass candle holder. He is amazed and stunned. It gets smaller until it is of standard size. I place it atop a small, round, wooden table that belongs to be the cult leader (even though it is a public area). Some blue, jellylike wax overflows from the giant candle holder. I apologize to him in case any of it falls out to damage the tabletop, though this does not occur. From here, looking at the mixed colors brings me into an abstract state, and I slowly wake. Dream errors other than known infra-control: We have not lived on Stadcor Street for years. One cannot walk to America from Australia, and they are not next to each other. I could not carry a big heavy suitcase very far in waking life. Maps (as well as location orientation) are hardly ever realistic or correct in dreams. I do not question blue wax coming from a yellow candle. I do not recognize a talking dog or magical abilities as strange. Dream opposites: Walking south to Brisbane would imply walking in the opposite direction of where America would be, though this distorts in conflicting ways later. One of the reasons for our move to Bundaberg was concern over an illness more likely to be present in Brisbane (SARS), opposite inference to my dream’s scenario. Dream accuracies: My infra-self is similar to my current conscious self in marriage and family status (as well as living in Australia). Subliminal, liminal, and lucid creation and control of dream content: The summoning of the car with my name on the back is common subliminal control of the dream state, having nothing to do with real life. I have often deliberately done this in both lucid and non-lucid dreams. A car represents maintaining the illusory physicality of the dream state. Driving through buildings, walls, and over water (of which I also do with my illusory dream body without a car) is infra-control, unrelated to real life. I often use infra-control or control when lucid to create and control dream factors. The appearance of clothes is a typical infra-sign I am dreaming (as I do not wear clothes in bed while sleeping). My effort worked on the second attempt, which is common. General concepts: It is usually harder for me to walk in both non-lucid and lucid dreams than to fly (though I usually end up flying whenever I had been walking for a time). With the highest level of lucidity, walking is more thrilling than flying, as the realism of physicality is more defined and accurate. Since early childhood, I have used reading to attain more of a focus on the dream state (though sometimes the writing changes or becomes nonsensical), especially in reading my name somewhere as here. I use yellow and creating and lighting candles (in both lucidity and non-lucidity) to clarify my conscious self identity in the dream state. The homeless man was a preconscious witness to my mode of awareness while the cult leader was this dream’s preconscious avatar. It all comes down to whether the processes of my reticular formation (RAS) have more or less control as my emerging consciousness (the dog in this case) in the waking transition. A dog usually represents how much control I have in the dream state. Animals becoming people is a common waking status, or in fact, anything going from unlikely (such as a talking dog) to resolved. Prescience (updated same day): When I went outside tonight, I found a rucksack of the same colors and size as the one from my dream, lying just outside our house near the curb, that someone could only have dropped tonight. I felt what could have been a baguette through the canvas, but it turned out to be a tall empty water bottle. Zsuzsanna first thought a hookah was sticking out from it, and so did I for a second, until I realized it was a large hydration pack (the kind with a long transparent hose). Looking inside, I discovered it belonged to a Swedish male named Axel. The only other contents were documents, most related to applying for a tax file number. He may have lost it from his bicycle, or maybe someone stole it from him and tossed it.
Tonight i slept not too good because of some worries i have. i tried to suppress as good as possible and deal with it today but nevertheless negative thoughts came up now and then... my recall is totally fragmented and the lucid i induced was tensed. i felt like having not my potential dreamcontrol/powers and felt rushed somehow.... 7 fragments + 1 lucid i lay on my back, tense my bodyparts and then relax them i shortly go thru my goals but i cant concentrate and my head feels restless. i doing some deep breaths and start with SSILD cycles. i notice how slowly my head calms down and i get in the right mood. i sometimes do a little imaginary tactile movements to see if it feels like a WILD but nope. my body is deeply relaxed but i feel to aware for a wild so i turn on my side and do look at my closed eyelids. laying around on my back, the TV is on i suddenly think "wait what if i already am dreaming?" i do a nosepinch and am lucid [i have no TV in my room, i nearly dont watch TV at all]. i stand up and i am naked. i try to will the TV out because the babble of the TV bothers me but i cant just will it off. i try to imagine having a remote in my hand but it wont work. i try a short behind my back summon but i am too restless for this. i decide to ignore the TV (there is no picture just the voice). i remember my tasks and try to summon FryingMan but again not calm enough... i go to my desk and see a candle. i hold it upside down and do a hand gesture with my right hand like it is as lighter and my thumb is the flame. i see no flame but i ignore that and hold it under the candle. at the beginning nothing happens but i turn it around and look. the candle is brighter in the middle and some moments later a flame appears, at the beginning very transparent and week but then materializes to a normal flame. at least something i think. i think about leaving my room because outside summoning of people might be easier. i look down and still naked i feel the cold skin. thinking about to change something about it but it would be a waste of time. i phase thru my window and slowly fly/float down. Some meters away there is a couple looking strangely at me. i am a little confused because of the fact that i might not be dreaming? or the fact i have no cloths on? probably the last one because its obviously a dream and i floating down... i land on the ground (in my actual street that is in front of my house) i look at the main-floor of the building and see a shop with a window front with a shelf behind it where one can see folder. i do a hand gesture and some of the folder fall down to the ground. i fly up again and decide to phase thru the window/wall to the child/sleeping-room of my direct neighbors underneath. i stand in the room and look around. i pick up a phone and push the button for redial. i hear the sound of dialing and then a female voice telling me "this phone is not connected" or something. i go to the floor and the woman who lives here [i picked up my book about Dream Yoga by andrew holecek there yesterday ] stands now there. first moment she seems to get scared and wants to scream but i promptly calm her down with some words and kneel down because for whatever reason i want to see her feet. her husband (looking different than IWL) accompanies us and i greet him too. i ask her what shoe size she has and she repeatedly answers something like each other in relation? because they seem to be different size. i stand up and also pick up the "phone" that now is a shoe [schema: feet --> shoe?!]. i decide to leave again and go into the kitchen and jump thru a table with some plants, with a flytrap among them and out thru the window and wall again. i float outside and notice i still have the shoe in my hand. i see the woman walks into the kitchen too and says something about that shoe. i phase my hand inside and reach her the shoe. she thanks and i let myself fall down, accelerating to the ground. i smash with all four on the ground but feel no harm. i stand up and find myself in a different street. way smaller and no people around... thats bad because i think again to summon FM. i go behind a corner and look there i hold my hand behind my back and call for him but again no success... i jump on a wall and look down to maybe find a more busy street. i feel unsettled and wake up before i can do something against it.
I am in a really large building, even though it had only two rooms. (the rooms were vary big.) I'm with with some school mates, and a teacher. One of the students, Tayah, is trying to leave the building, but the teacher says, "I have security cameras," and we all had to stay in the building. Sometime later, it is in the same setting, yet I am there with my sister and Grandma. I am giving my grandma a tour. The back room has a tower that is filled with candle in it, and a water fountain thing in the back. There are also long tables for people to play board games on. The center of the front room is filled with machinery, and on the outside is empty. I remember sitting on one of the machinery pieces and telling my grandma that it is where I practice with my stand partner playing the violin. The scene changes to my house, where my bettas are sick. Them and their tank mates have basically frozen still. For some reason, the tower filled with candles can help them. I go into the tower, and get red birthday candles (the type that supposedly will save my bettas from dying.) I noticed that one of the candles says "poison" on it, so I decide to not use any of the candle. Sometime later, I am in the loft in my house, thinking about that dream. I remember thinking, "I hope it wasn't real." In another dream, I was in a book store with my mom and another lady. I peered around a corner, and saw a whole bunch of Harry Potter books. (I LOVE HARRY POTTER) I was looking at a giant film making Harry Potter book when my mom came up, and pointed out another HP book. When I tried to show her the one I had, she ignored me for a while, and then started looking at the film making book. For some reason, there were lots of pictures or people at a dance at my school in it.
First fragment I was iny house. It was dark, and there were no energy. With family we lit a candle. Second fragment I saw everything from top-down perspective. I had to protect an underground fortress from a siege of darkness. I readied armor and sword, and then I was attacked by a huge pumpkin that launched molotov cocktails at me. It hit me in the end. Third fragment It was night. I was going towards a shop with my mother.
FA - Funeral Wreath of Quicker and Merciful Death I woke up in my bed. It was dark everywhere. I decided to go to the toilet. When I wanted to turn the lights in the toilet on, I saw that there are some new switches and a plaque saying that it was made by European Union. I look at the first switches note, and it said "For Poles in European Union". I used the switch, but it haven't done anything. I looked at a note for the second switch - "For smoking Poles". I used it and the effect was the same. The third switch was "For Poles that want to use toilet". I used the switch, and it haven't done anything too. I concluded that the energy is out, and decied to go to the kitchen instead. When I reached the room I saw my pal sitting on a coach and my mother taking something out of a box. The room was faintly lit by a candle. From the couch I could see a mirror in the corridor next to kitchen. The conversation started: Me: What are you doing? Mother: A Funeral Wreath of Quicker and Merciful Death. Me: Who would want something like that? Pal: Right. Who want's it? Mother: I'm afraid that no one would like to see it, even if it helps some suffering people. Then the mirror in the corridor caught my attention. I looked at it, and suddenly felt a cold chill going down my spine.
The name "Prama Pradhami" or something A curse between two lesbians. A candle. It's too late. One or two of them has/have to go to the sea to meet the sea god. Ice floats on the sea. Going to a restaurant via a car from the seaport. Can we fit in the car? I was trying to avoid a calamity. Is it inside or outside of the condominium? NOTES: Woke up and fell asleep a few times. I tried to write what little I can remember.
A little background: earlier today, Dreamer and I were having a conversation where she explained that since her LD rate has dipped a little in the last couple of months, she feels hesitant and less confident about giving advice to others than she once did. This inspired me to remind her how excellent her techniques are! A few minutes before falling asleep for an afternoon nap today, I quickly used the goal memory and lucidity induction technique Dreamer employed for amazing lucid dreams like this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, and this. (Seriously, if you haven’t read these dreams of hers, they’re literally some of the best LD work I've ever seen!) Please don’t compare my very modest goals to these. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #258: Exemplar I’m walking past a bus circle at night, and as I’m passing under an awning, I feel this strong desire to have a lucid dream, and lucidity begins immediately. The doorway is either open air or nearly-transparent glass and now I’m standing in a high-ceilinged entranceway to a fancy house. A pair of staircases frame the room, one on the left and one on the right. A pair of women in their late 20s are standing in the middle of the room talking, each of them wearing these sort of Christmas-y looking sweaters. “This is a lucid dream!” I announce both to them and to myself. They turn toward me, curious and interested. I remember using Dreamer’s technique to tie the excitement of lucidity to another feeling: gratitude. (Gratitude because I know that if I’m lucid, it means that the technique worked!) Now I remember what my next step was. I turn behind me, addressing Dreamer. I don’t see her right away, but get this sense that she’s nearby. It doesn’t really matter whether she’s physically present in the dream, so I continue. I say something along the lines of “[Dreamer], the fact that I’m here proves that you’re awesome.” I start to say something about how I’m here in a lucid dream thanks to her technique, but I’m losing the dream just a bit. I catch sight of a darkened room up ahead lit by a pair of tall, flickering candlesticks before the dream ends. I got out the main point of what I was trying to say, but I’d intended to add something like: “Always remember how good you are at helping people. This lucid dream only exists thanks to your advice!”
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Nov 25, 2012 9:13 a.m. I was joining a Tibetan Buddhism puja. They were offering prayers for the dead. I walk with the monks instead of with the rest of the people. We're in the last batch. I think the monks are wearing yellow and/or red robes. I don't see myself. I think we were in a temple building or a sugarcane field that was recently cleared out (not burned), although there are still some left standing. I remember a river nearby. It was a procession. I tried lighting a blue candle with just my fingers before I looked for another candle to light it with. I lit it but I'm not sure whether it was because of my fingers or I lit it with another candle. I recognized Thai language being spoken by the people there. Someone was describing the teaching as both too fast and too slow, and with the words "Like lovers walking on the beach of (unknown location) with its calm waves, eyes downcast but knowing, holding hands." I heard singing in an unknown language, sung by women. It was soft, mellow and slow. The sounds are indistinct, but I think it sounds like "Um-muh... chew..." A set of oracle cards were also mentioned, but not sure what kind.
I've had vivid dreams the past few weeks. Almost 100% forgotten. A few lucid fragments I clearly recall: Fragment #1: I'm walking to the corner of Cherry St along the sidewalk looking at houses. I get to the corner house and it's huge. It has boarded up painted gray windows. I start looking around comparing houses and realize: "This is a dream!" I leap off into the air flying about 15ft up. For some odd reason, I head towards my house (I think to get my map?), I see the rooftops of houses start to fill my view. The dream piece by piece fades into patches of gray fog, and ends. Cherry is also the street I had my first trained lucid dream on. I've had several lucid dreams in recent years that started on this corner. This represents a small but significant breakthrough for my Map of Dreamland objectives. Fragment #2: I'm in a strange house. It is sunny out, probably around 2pm. My EX-GF is there. She is dressed very gaudy. Pink scarf. Thick makeup. Half slut, half goofball. Not her style in waking life, but she looked very real, and so did the living room area we were in. This detail is hazy now, but the topic of her current BF comes up. That he may not be thrilled I'm in their home. I decided to leave by going upstairs (to avoid her BF?). I essentially fly up the stairs. When I reach the top, I see something that makes my blood run cold... Inside her 2nd floor kitchen was a hazy looking ghost of a woman. Rotating around the figure was a candle and something else. There was a female sounding whirring noise. I barely looked at this thing for 2 seconds when I went flying away. Down a hall, into a garage, out a side door into the street. I got a good distance a way before I looked behind me. I was alone in a peaceful looking suburb. It seemed familiar and connected to my city, but does not exist in waking life.
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I'm in a large church during the service. We start singing a piece that I don't know. I recognize the tune, it's some folk song, and sing along. It's a bit dark, hard to see the text. After the song candles light up all around the church and it gets as bright as if there were electric lights.
I had somewhere to go to (didn't know where though). My money wasn't enough for the fare (I only had one/five/ten-peso coins in my mini-wallet), so my sister gave me a fifty-peso bill. I put it in the front small pocket of my uniform (it's where I usually put my paper money). I left and got in a bus pretty quickly; it was a blur. The bus didn't go the usual way to where I was heading so I had to wait where it would let off passengers. I knew the way to walk there anyway so I didn't mind wherever it stopped. I got off in what looked like a subdivision and did a walk-run on the not-so-wide but not-so-narrow road. There's green grass on the sides, and the road was somewhat curved to the right. I then arrived at the church. It was already dark. The church was open. There was quite a number of people there...seems like a gathering of some sort. I didn't go straight inside the church, I just took a peek. I saw the altar, the crucifix, flowers...only candles lit the place. I went to meet my churchmates somewhere. There was a happy ambiance. Lots of smiles and happy talking. The next thing, I found myself in a bus at daytime again. I was sitting on the right near the aisle. My friend was by my left, looking out the window. She doesn't seem to want to talk to me though. I remember we were heading some place quite far to do something. Can't remember where and what it was about.
Updated 11-28-2011 at 06:03 AM by 21823
Night of May 23-24, 2011 I'm at Disneyland. I'm visiting with some guy who [apparently] designs and develops roller coasters. I watch a video of a roller coaster in action. The video freeze-frames at various moments. At Disneyland, there is a new building under construction, and it is visible from the hub. [I think] It's in that space that they can never quite decide what to do with, the space that used to be home to the House of the Future and is currently a character meet-and-greet. The new building fits in well in its location; it's built in the same architectural style as the rest of Main Street. [It made sense in the dream.] It is dusk, and the sky is clear and incredibly beautiful. I walk slowly down a completely deserted Main Street, carrying in both hands a lit candle in a clear glass cup. I take the time to deeply appreciate the deep beauty, calm, and peace of the scene around me. As I walk, the following thought crosses my mind: No matter who you are or where you go, you'll always find your way back home. The goal toward which I'm walking toward is a single lightbulb, mounted in a light fixture in the teal-colored, wooden wall that forms the main entrance to the park. This light fixture is right next to one of the doors by which people enter and exit the park. I set my candle down on the steps leading up to the door, then go out through it. On the other side of the door, there is a wide, concrete-paved entrance plaza. Out here, it's still earlier evening; the sky is on fire with the golden light of a sun that hasn't set yet, but will soon. There's still nothing but a vast expanse of parking lot beyond the perimeter of the entrance plaza. I see F.J. [a real-life friend] crossing the plaza, approaching me. He's been looking for me, because he's there to pick me up and take me home. [The dream shifts.] I'm in a fancy restaurant, [possibly] in Downtown Disney or at the Disneyland Hotel. I'm with someone who I know is actually Eames, even though he looks exactly like Leonardo DiCaprio. [:-) Plot bunny?] He picks up a drinking glass from a nearby table and shows it to me, showing me that this restaurant is where one can find the kind of glass that my candle was in. He then tosses that glass onto the floor, breaking it. I'm horribly embarrassed by him. ---------------------------------------- Side notes: This was a particularly clear, vivid, and beautiful non-lucid. Not only was the scenery beautiful, but so was the sense of happiness, peace, and well-being I experienced while in the dream. I still felt wonderful when I woke up from it. Night of May 24-25, 2011 [I think; or it might have been any day between the 25th and the 28th. That's what I get for not bothering to write them down immediately.] I'm in my current bedroom with J. [a real-life student of mine]. I'm hugging her and pouring out love and affection, as if she were my own child, even though I know she's my student. She returns the love and affection, hugging me back.
Dream - Lucid I was at some strange trailer park with some other people. All the trailers looked the exact same and were very close together. We approached one of the trailers, and one of the guys that was with us started to climb the edge of it to get on the roof. He helped me climb up after he was up there. I remember us running and jumping to different trailers. Then, I remember being in a room with my mom and some other people, I remember a couple of the other people being a couple and their child, a baby girl. My mom and I were sitting at a table exchanging gifts, I think they were Christmas gifts. I opened mine, and I think it was a set of tea lights and a candle holder (which also happened to be a candle). I gave my mom her gift, which was the same thing, the candles were just a different scent and color than the ones she gave me. I think they were white, and the ones that she gave me were maroon-ish. I looked over at my mom, and she had lit the candle that was supposed to be the holder. I blew it out and told her how it worked, telling her it was like the other one. Either she or I put one of the tea lights in the bigger candle. I watched my mom, and she looked like she wasn't sure what to think of the gift. I asked her "Do you like it?" "Yeah.", she said. She didn't sound very convincing. "Are you sure?" "Yes.", she again said. Then, I saw the couple with the baby girl. They were celebrating her 1st birthday. I talked to her, asking her how old she was. She held up one finger and said "One!" I was surprised that she could talk. After asking her, I felt kinda silly, since she was so young I thought she wouldn't answer. I smiled at her, and she laughed. ~ I was trying to design something to get into some fashion camp or school. Kacey was with me and had already designed hers. We had to design it using eyeshadow, and some sticker things that had words on them. The design was to be put on black shirt. I was standing at this kiosk to do he design. We had to answer 4 questions using the designs to do so. The only one I remember is "What are some fashion tips?". I remember drawing pictures of myself, mainly focusing on my eyes. Kacey told me I needed to do something differently, but I didn't want to, so I just did it my way. I remember using a purple glue stick to glue on the sticker things with the words on them. I used them for the fashion tips. I remember gluing the word "In" on there 4 times. I used other words as well, but I can't remember what they were. I remember picking up the shirt and looking at the finished product. I was pretty satisfied with it. I hoped it was good enough to get into the school/camp. I then remember being in a house. I had a baby, a little boy. He had just been born that day. I was holding him all wrapped up in blankets. I remember a little cap being on his head, the ones you see on newborns normally. I remember feeding him a bottle. I then remember someone else being there, a guy, but I don't remember who it was. He was holding the baby. I think he was the father. I asked him for the baby, and he gave him to me. I noticed the baby was hungry again, and asked the guy for the bottle. Before he gave it to me, he drank most of it himself. He gave me the 1/4 full bottle, and I fed it to the baby. I thought about breast feeding, but wasn't sure if I could do it. I also thought about how I probably wouldn't sleep that night, because the baby would keep me up. He hadn't really cried much though since I had brought him home. He was a very quiet, calm baby.
Morning of June 2, 1998. Tuesday. Reading time: 54 sec. Readability score: 57. I deliberately step into an interesting street scene, but during a sequence of more quickly changing settings when the human forms have not stabilized. (Dream characters usually transform at the rate of about once per second in the first dreaming stage of the sleep cycle, until I allow them to stabilize, though they also sometimes melt into and out of each other during these stages.) A group of East Indian men (most from about thirty to forty years of age) approaches, some in traditional clothes, some in suits. They are carrying what I think is a casket. Moving closer, hovering in an incorporeal form while maintaining vestibular system correlation, I see the lid is now off. The “casket” contains long yellow candles (emerging consciousness color) aligned in the box lengthwise end to end. One of them alights, and I hear a male ahead of the group say, “Oh, look at that,” more in wonder and respect than surprise or alarm, and I wake softly, feeling alert and well. There is an essence of magic, though not “real” magic, only the knowledge of the dream state and how to mediate and modulate it. The “lighting a candle” process is a thread (both in infra-awareness and lucidity as here) that I have used since early childhood to more clearly define my conscious self’s existence, especially with incidental sleep apnea, though which is quite rare and is not a factor in this case.
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