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    1. The Gifts You've Been Given

      by , 04-13-2018 at 12:55 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      I’m an observer watching a scene unfold on a boat—but really, it’s more that I’m looking at it and the people on deck while being aware of the situation playing out there in a more abstract way. There are some documents I need for traveling on this boat, and I’m not sure if I have them or if I need to go through some process to get them.

      The scene shifts—I’m now exiting a bus. But instead of winding up outside as I had expected, I’ve simply stepped onto another bus. I quickly take a seat behind the two women who entered ahead of me and wonder where this one is going to take me.

      The scene shifts again—this time, I’m waking up in the back of a car my parents are driving. It feels as if I’m younger in this one. We’ve just stopped by a building I recognize as the one where my father’s workshop is. That means we’re not far from home now. I fall back asleep.

      The scene shifts yet again—this time, I’m in a grocery store. And this time, I know it’s a dream, although I still seem to think the last bit with the car was waking reality. I think it would be best if I sleep for the remainder of the trip, and so that means making sure this dream lasts.

      I look around. There don’t seem to be anyone here but me. It's reminiscent of the specialty grocer’s down the street from my old flat on Svornosti. That means there should be a counter over in the corner where I can get some coffee.

      I go over and find the counter is there, and that there’s somebody behind it. There’s nothing displaying prices, so I just put down three bills, possibly dollars, which seems like a more than fair price. But the woman tells me I have to make the coffee myself using the machine there. It’s an odd contraption, like no coffee maker I’ve ever used, but after messing around for it a bit, I get it to pour some coffee out - Turkish style, with the grounds at the bottom. I drink it. This isn’t a conscious attempt at stabilization, I don’t think—just something that struck me as a pretty good idea—but it may have had that effect, as it’s normally hard for me to stay asleep so late in the morning.

      I consider where to go from here. Perhaps home, where the car was headed—only I have no idea where I am right now. But if I fly, perhaps I’ll see some familiar landmark from the air and be able to find my way from there. And to fly, I’ll need a high place to launch from—so it looks like I’m headed to the roof.

      In the meantime, I’ve noticed six or seven wolves between two shelves on the upper story, which is a sort of balcony over one half of the store. They all trot off in a single direction as I watch. Are they coming after me? But I wasn’t planning on sticking around here in any case. I climb a shelf and phase through the ceiling.

      I now find myself in a room lit by a warm light. A long mahogany table laid with bright red dishes is some distance off—set for an elaborate meal, it looks like. It's quite pretty. I continue on my way, climbing another shelf and jumping through the ceiling.

      This time I’m in an attic-like room near a big calico cat that, in typical feline fashion, seems entirely unimpressed by my unusual method of transportation. But it’s about then that I wake up.

      I also wake up remembering something else—not something I heard, but words that seemed to be impressed on my mind. It went something like: “Use the gifts you’ve been given, human.” I don’t know who said it—perhaps it was the cat?—but it seemed somehow independent from the rest of the dream, like it was taking place on a different level. Good advice, in any case.

      12.4.18 - (Happy Lucid Dreaming Day, everyone!)
    2. Lucid Dreaming Day (2018) Special

      by , 04-12-2018 at 07:29 PM
      Hi,

      They were short dreams, but I had 5 of them by chaining dreams. Following is a summary. I had been awake till 6AM and decided to sleep as I was starting to feel a bit drowsy. I get ready and lay down to meditate. I had apparently unintentionally preformed a WILD while meditating without having slept beforehand.

      I felt fatigued and heavy as I try to get up from the bed. I knew spontaneously it was a dream. I have trouble opening my eyes fully to look around. I just feel my surroundings with my hands and feet. The heaviness subsides and I'm able to open my eyes to look around. I do reality check by looking at my hands and nose-pinch anyway just to make sure since it was a replica of my bedroom. The dream was still not clear as my REM dreams. Since it was Lucid Dream Day I decided to just explore my surroundings and interact with dream characters. I focus on stabilizing a bit more. I head out of my room and hear noises in the living room. I hear my nephews. They were watching TV. My mom was talking with my brother. On the TV the kids were watching Dragon Ball Super. I didn't recognize the scenes, but I look away as I didn't want to be distracted. I approach my mom to ask where Kana was. I have this tendency to go in search for my deceased SO whenever she's not there. I pause, this time I decided I'll just take in the dream as is and just explore. I ask mom if she's going out and she replies that she is going out a bit later with my brother and sis. She asks me if I want something. I say no and walk towards the balcony. I was resisting my temptation to ask for Kana. I look around wondering what to do in this dream. It's just a typical day. The dream starts to collapse and I let it go.

      I stay still as the dream dissolves and chain a lucid dream.

      I am outside on a street. It was night.This dream seemed a lot more vivid. A cool black car catches my eye. I decide to follow it thinking it'll get me somewhere interesting. No, I'm not a stalker. I try to follow close by, but I was starting to attract attention as I began to run on the sidewalk. I become invisible and disembodied thinking I'll materialize when the car has reached it's destination. The dream immediately collapses.

      I chain yet another lucid dream.

      I'm in a house. It was similar to my grandmother's house. I was by the living room and there were several books scattered about. I walk out the front door. Now it was different from my grandmother's place, there was no lawn or even a gate to the house. Instead there was a house with steps just outside. I think of asking Kana to come for a chat. I notice cat on the steps sleeping, it had white-gray fur. I decide to go pet it. The dream fades just as I approach it.

      I was getting a bit frustrated at these unstable short dreams. At least it could have lasted till I pet the cat. I decide to try just one more time and chain another lucid dream.

      This one was not very visual. I am in a lush park. I don't have enough coordination to walk, so I jump ahead to move. I keep holding on to stuff to stabilize. There is a bit of bounce to my jumps as if the gravity isn't that strong. I let go and decide to just go to sleep when I'm no longer able to feel the dream environment.

      That's about it. Not very fulfilling. However, I had a very vivid lucid dream with my usual depth after sleeping and some non- lucid dreams.

      Kana wakes me up. I get up on my bed thinking I actually woken up. I do reality checks even though Kana being there was enough. The tests fail. Its as if i am awake. I get tingly all over. I touch Kana's smiling face tearing up. I notice there was a radiance about her. I ask her if I was awake and still able to see her. She pokes my forehead playfully and says "Don't get ahead of yourself. You are not that intuitive yet. This is still a dream, but I'm keeping it stable for us." I look around confused resenting we are not "together" again. I got my hopes up. Kana takes hold my hand and presses gently. "You know, just because its still a dream doesn't mean you are settling for anything less. You humans still have a lot to learn about the dream state. Cheer up and lets do something fun! What do you wanna do?". I cling on to her with a hug and end up having a breakdown.

      I get too emotional and wake up. I felt guilty. It must have took this enity who may or may not be my Kana lot of effort to keep the dream that stable and i messed it up. I was not sure if i wanted to share this dream because it was too personal, but here it is.

      Updated 04-12-2018 at 10:04 PM by 68908

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    3. Lots of fragments

      by , 04-08-2018 at 09:56 AM
      - Walking along a narrow canal path. Someone tries to stop/rob me but I jump into the water and swim away.
      - At a hotel a local dish is being prepared on a long tresselled table by a woman. She is layering rings of fish. I talk to her. Later we are offered some food but its not vegetarian.
      - In our house we have 3 big screens set up in the front room. Each with a bright interactive display. The next morning we get up from downstairs and my cat tells me it wants to go on a dance programme. I go to pick it up but it tells me to put it down again. It is pale coloured and sleek. It asks me to open the doors as obviously it cant do that itself. There are two downs on the narrow hallway going upstairs. I find that the programme the cat wants has downloaded incompletely (hacked) and so doesnt work. The cat goes on a drawing programme instead and uploads something it had been drawing. Other people go on other things. I find a picture of a fox so it can get the right colour for its drawing.
      - At my parents house I'm trying to help my dad get in without a large about of dogs also getting into the house.
      Tags: cat, fish, holiday, water
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    4. The Strangest Couple

      by , 03-22-2018 at 10:18 PM (Creatures of the Labyrinth)
      A dream of mind focused on a romantic couple, and both of them are some of the strangest creatures I've ever seen in a dream.

      The female of the pair had the head of a cat, and the body of a gigantic bumblebee. The species further had five eyes and needle-sharp teeth. The fur of this creature's head was crimson in color, and where yellow stripes would normally be on a bee, the stripes of the thorax and abdomen were instead crimson.

      The male of the pair was mostly just a large, brown colored water buffalo, except for the creature's face, which was disturbingly human, complete with facial hair, and specifically looked to be Spanish in ethnicity. His face was constantly locked in a grimace of mild discomfort and he wore a chef hat. When this creature died it was furthermore allowed to come back to life in it's "true form", which appeared as a disappointingly normal anthropomorphic dog.

      The two were in love, though the female had qualms about dating a herbivore, though this issue was solved when the male was suddenly killed and subsequently reincarnated.
    5. Two Holes in Our Roof

      by , 02-19-2018 at 03:23 PM
      Morning of February 19, 2018. Monday.



      In the first part of my dream, I notice a square hole in the floor in front of our couch, near the middle, about a third of the size of the couch. I consider that our youngest daughter might fall through if she is not paying attention, although the concern does not dominate my thoughts, as I also consider she would likely be aware of it for the most part. It seems to be late afternoon. The couch is in the wrong orientation. It is perpendicular to its real location, as it is on the west side of the lounge room facing east (where it has never been in reality) instead of being at the south edge of the lounge room facing north.

      Later, Zsuzsanna and I are in a fictional room that is oriented where our oldest son’s room would be in reality, though is implied to be a mostly featureless lounge room, though there are bookshelves present. Zsuzsanna remains on my left. I focus on what looks like water dripping from a small area of the ceiling. I somehow see through the ceiling and see a large hole in the roof (as if I had x-ray vision, a fairly common dream state trait), oriented to my right. I tell Zsuzsanna of this, remembering that a new roof had just been built onto our house (in reality) and this new one has already partly “dissolved”. I also notice a smaller hole in the roof near the far corner of the room. I strongly focus on the idea of rain and water coming down, and (without viable lucidity) see water pouring through the small narrow irregular hole in the ceiling.

      After this, I expect more water to come in near where the cat is sleeping in the far corner. A smaller amount of water than in the first instance comes through the ceiling near the corner and splashes the cat, but it does not seem that annoyed and remains in its position. I have a vague concern about books getting wet, but no more water comes through and I slowly wake. (The supposed rainwater event is more like someone quickly pouring water from a bucket from the two areas above the ceiling rather than a leak caused by rain or an even amount of water over time as it does not even seem to be raining when I look through the ceiling with x-ray vision, and then through the hole in the roof each time, as the sky is blue and cloudless.)



      My dream self’s first focus is on the hole in the floor. This represents neural OR gating relating to a subliminal focus on Zsuzsanna’s unconsciousness, as it is in the same location in front of the couch where Zsuzsanna sits in reality. However, when Zsuzsanna later appears in my dream, she remains on my left when subliminal autosymbolism of our real sleeping position is present.

      Vestibular System Personification is incidentally rendered as our youngest daughter in this case. There is no modulating RAS factor or personification thereof and my dream self’s concern is illusory and ambiguous as in many past dreams of this nature.

      The holes in the roof represent neural OR gating of my conscious self identity (which has featured in many past dreams as such), to my dream self’s right as I am sleeping on my left side, my right side more exposed to my real environment. The larger hole, closest to my dream self, opens to my consciousness precursor, the other, Zsuzsanna’s. Neural OR gating means that my conscious self is manipulating my dream, with my personified subconscious (dream self) being only subliminally aware of the implications (that is, without full recall of the dream state, as the subconscious level lacks viable intelligence and temporality). To clarify, my conscious self is subliminally aware of being in the dream state, though my dream self is not (and does not even recall what a dream is), though my dream’s autosymbolism is still based on a value of “one” (OR gate). This is why there is a hole in the roof and why my dream self can see it through the ceiling (liminal space divider, that is, a neural pattern between dream self and conscious self).

      The cat is a precursory emergent consciousness factor (as a common liminal space denizen). My dream self is aware of its autosymbolism, which links a thread to my conscious self identity of which tries to reinduce and sustain the dream state by willing it to rain. (Even though in real life, rain coming into our home after the roof was torn off was obviously a negative event.)


    6. Night of 2/6/18 to 2/7/18 - 5 rounds of dreams

      by , 02-07-2018 at 02:37 PM
      Here are my dreams from last night. I had a long nap that afternoon so I think I went right to REM sleep or something because I had more dreams than usual.






      Dreams 2/6-2/7/18




      If you want to skip to the lucid parts, just CTRL + F "Reflection in the dark" and "Jimmy B" and those parts are high lit in green.






      Round 1 of Dreams



      There was a lot to these dreams but I feel I forgot some. This might be 50% of it.

      First thing I remember was going into this computer lab and seeing Josh P from school sitting with someone else. His face was really pimply and I said something like, so, have you been here a few days straight? The idea was that he hadn't showered in a few days straight and had just been staying in that computer lab. There was stuff before this. I was with some people before getting to that computer lab. but I fell back asleep before I could think of it.

      I think there was something with dogs. Like a dog going accross the road for a snack. Or digging something up or burying something.

      There may also have been something with bees. Like a bee landing on me but not stinging me. But I was scared it would sting me.

      After that, I had these plastic tubes of some kind of nuts. There was something with Animals, maybe horses. The nuts cost about a dollar 38 each. We were in a bigger field type of place. It was day time. There was this guy saying how the nuts cost money. I had a few packs, and figured 5 dollars wasn't much to share a few packs, so I was going to pass them around for people to sample, instead of having to buy their own. The guy then took handfuls of un shelled nuts, kind of like wal nuts, and started to throw them into the air. Once he threw them, he would shoot them with a shot gun and the nuts would be shelled in mid air. Then people would catch the shelled nuts in their mouths. There was a bit more to this but he basically one upped me. I woke up from this dream around here, I think, and thought about it some. I must have fallen back to sleep before I could fully remember it all.

      So then I laid there and thought of those dreams as much as I could, before these next ones began.

      For what I remember of these, they started in my old neighborhood. Someone was mowing their lawn really late, and I was going to go ask them to stop. I got this thought that the law said that they could mow their lawn until 10 or 11 P M. I was mad about that, but it was what it was. I turned around and needed to pee. I think that some guy picked me up in his car or something who lived on first avenue. I had just moved from 16th street to 14th, in the context of this dream. There was some talk about keeping his property safe or something. I think I went pee somewhere.

      I was in a bathroom and it was showing how there was a xylophone thing with keys with colors in this order. Blue, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Aqua Green. Something like that. It had to do with archery. There was a view of a muscular guy shooting a bow and arrow and aiming for a target. And the colored xylophone thing had to do with some scale of something. I remember thinking to myself that the blue should be after or around aqua green, not after the color red.

      Then there was something about going to this concert. There was some music I liked. Maybe music guys lined up to play music. Afterwards, I was on my phone, in the music store. It was not like the regular music store, just one my dream had designed. I was sampling songs in the music store and found I could listen to the song without paying but I had to keep the app open. So I did that.

      Then I was walking backwards down some stairs. The set of stairs had some steps that fit my foot and some that didn't. I was getting internet from the stores I was passing by to keep listening to my songs.

      I passed by this diner, and this african american fellow comes out and says, can you please help us? We need to sell this car. So I went up some black plastic kind of steps which were a bit longer than my foot each. And when I got inside, the car was like this small moving truck type of thing with a big logo of a candy bar on it. Apparently it was a vintage delivery car for that candy bar and it was selling for 800 to 1000 dollars. I thought to myself, I can't afford that. But they were putting it out front.

      There was some piece of plastic covering a piece of paper that I put in my mouth for some reason. Then there were 3 girls who were like, did you wash that before you put it in your mouth? I was like, actually, no, I should go wash it, and spit out all of my spit before I swallow my spit again, since it is dirty. So I went in to the next room to do that. Around then, my friend Mike was around and talking about how he was worried about his mother who he had to take care of. I was trying to reassure him. I felt kind of embarassed when really I wanted to impress them.

      Then, there was something about my friend Carl, who was very into a religious text. So, there was something where we were all lined up and waiting for this show. Then, from the room behind us, I could hear Carl reading from this religious text, and it said, "The people who are the characters in this world will be shown in that world" or something like that. The 3 girls turned to me and said, are you all friends or something like that? And I told them I wasn't really involved with their group. But if they wanted to meet Carl, they could just go introduce themselves. They really thought Carls religious text was cool.

      I was using my phone and Phi Write app. But Phi Write had 3 columns. I had to kind of right click and look for something that said wide view. Then I rotated the phone to land scape and it was a full screen one column view, but the back ground was pink. It had little guiding lines to write on that were like kid paper. So part of that was from waking up, thinking through the previous dreams, and then intending to dream journal. but I fell back asleep so i was trying to dream journal in the dream. That happens often.

      Then, a guy to their right said something like, will Mike go to school? There was this guy Mike who I knew who was having a hard time with life in some ways. The kid was saying how Mike was talking to him one day and really bringing him down with all the talk about how he is down. When I looked closer, the kid was wearing a big fake nose and funny glasses. He had a funny black wig thing on and a white shirt. He looked like a funny cartoon character. I was thinking of how the kids these days are so hard on each other and they should really be more supportive. The guy went on to say that Mike was telling him how he was with a girl but had a cold penis in the flacid position. And the guy was saying how he was with a girl with puffy nipples and could get an erection. So Mike should just go to the gym.

      That was the part I woke up from, and thought through the dreams. Luckily, I needed to use the bathroom too much to fall back asleep. I felt mentally kind of groggy thinking through these, and some of the ways I wrote things don't feel as clear. But I thought the dreams were very cool.
















      Round 2 of Dreams



      I fell asleep for this round of dreams in some time but somewhat mindfully.

      I had some dream fragments before the main round of dreams began. They were just little moments when I was suddenly in a dream for like a split second, and then I was in my bed again.

      I had a few different dreams that seemed vague. One was of being in some kind of flight. Something to do with flying. I wish I could remember more about this. It seems like it was an interesting part but I just can't remember anything more about it.

      Another was that I was preparing my food, and saying that my sister could watch me prepare my food. I was preparing it in a small circular dish.

      The last thing I remember is being in some wrestling room. I was fighting in the wrestling room. There was an idea that I could wrestle someone and then one of us would slam the other into the padded walls and no one would get hurt. There was some intensity heating up in the dream and although I wasn't lucid, I remembered to relax. This helped and the whole conflict sort of ended, which felt healthy.

      Now that I write about it, I feel there was more to this dream, but I can't remember. Hopefully I will get better dream recall next round.













      Round 3 of Dreams




      This was an interesting dream with a lot of layers.

      First thing I remember is that I was on a football team. I think it was a college football team. And we were supposed to play at 10 A M, but it snowed. So the game got delayed.

      I think a bunch of stuff happened that day, which I don't remember much of.

      Then, I think we were on a bus to play the game at night. But it was around 7 P M and I was getting tired.

      So I think it was dark when we got to the game and I just went to sleep on an air mattress. Even in my dreams, I would rather go to sleep and have my night of dreams than to pull an all nighter!

      I remember when we got there there was something about closing up the gates. It seemed like some sort of religious thing almost. Or we were at a religious location.

      Now the memories get a little clearer. Within that dream, I was sleeping on this air mattress on the side of the game. So I woke up from sleeping on that air mattress within the dream, actually remembering some dreams from within the dream, that I don't remember now. I asked someone what time it was, and they said it was 3 to 4 A M. I was thinking to myself, no way am I playing football at 3 to 4 A M. I guess that could cause cycle readjustment induced Lucid Dreams, but I would rather just dream and sleep now. No one really bothered me, and I think I fell back to sleep a little.

      I think one of my dreams from this time around involved floating up around one of the walls at that place. It was kind of vivid at the time, but I felt I was watching a TV, not in a dream. Kind of weird to explain.

      I woke up again, thinking it must be about 5 A M. All the guys from both teams were wearing pink shirts and black shorts. They had some water bottle things. They were all in line to use the shower, which was just the coach squirting soap on them (with clothes on) and then them standing in a beach shower type thing (with clothes on). I got up and I wanted to know what time it was. I also remember trying to journal my dreams in a sequential fashion, but thinking that i should really just let it all flow like I used to, without worrying about what order it all goes in. So I think I was seeing words on my phone screen appear that related to previous parts of this dream, maybe even parts I forgot upon physically awakening.

      There were a lot of old school clocks around that said it was a little past seven A M, but I figured they must be an hour fast, or set wrong. I went to find my cell phone, which was a few feet from my air mattress. i realized how easy it would be for someone to have stepped on that. my phone said it was seven O seven A M, so, I figured somehow that was what time it was, and morning had come.

      I thought of playing in the end of the game. I expected if I slept again, the coach would come and shake me, wake me up, and make me forget my dream anyway. So I felt angry about that if it were to happen.

      This was when I collected that I must have somehow made the college football team. I also realized that I didn't have any pads to wear, or I couldn't remember where my pads were.

      it was still kind of dark at this point, but getting light. I laid back down. I was thinking of hiding my mattress under the bleachers so the coach wouldn't see me sleeping. Then, since everyone had left the field to go to the showers, I was afraid that some hungry person would come along and mug me in my sleep, but i tried to relax anyway. Then, i felt hands on me, but it was my friend, Jeff T, although I am not sure why he touched me. He said he was looking for his friend and I rubbed his back before he moved on. No hard feelings. I rubbed the very middle of his back.

      then, I got up and saw that the gates around the place were only made of bars, and someone could easily reach through and mug me through those gates. There were different kinds of gates and some that people could easily climb over, too. I hoped that there were more gates further out that were more secure.

      I got up and in the middle of this one field kind of place, saw the janitor from my high school. He was very involved with the high school football team. He looked like him from a distance, but when he got closer, he looked like someone else. He had two dogs, a white one and a grey one, that came towards me. Their leashes kept extending and didn't stop them. They were nice dogs. The guy said something like, oh, and the name of a religion I grew up with. Like, oh, those people, kind of whimsically.

      Next, I was walking to get some water or maybe brush my teeth. I had a cup of water that I was pouring into my mouth so as not to back wash. I heard some guys from the foot ball team getting pumped up by doing a rap. The guy said his position was called the height. I thought me meant guard or tackle, probably tackle. Then, he said a line about you better make good decisions, hedge 'em. I thought he was making a word play on hedge fund people, which seemed clever in some ways. There was a rap instrumental playing while he rapped.

      Then, I was drinking my water, pouring it into my wide open mouth. A girl walked by and said something like, that was so not what I needed to see. I got angry because I felt insulted or embarrassed.

      I walked out of the corridor I had been in and saw her walking by, so i went up to her. I had a change of heart and said, I am sorry if it bothered you to see my drink my water. And tried to make amends.

      She said that if I had family troubles, I need to roast a lot of garlic. Suddenly, I had a big plate of garlic in front of me. It was all chopped and looked roasted, but I usually steam my garlic, so it was steamed. It varied between yellow and light golden brown in color. I said, yeah, I usually steam mine, but roasted is great, too. It was on a white cutting board. I offered her some. She kind of looked weirded out and walked further on.

      Now it was indoors and it was a class room setting. That girl was sitting further up in the class and I was sitting around some other people. I remember there was some cool design to some of the buildings in this dream, but I forgot exactly what it was. But in this part, there was one red curtain, one green curtain, and in between them, a curtain that transitioned from green to red. I thought it looked really cool and was impressed by the color choices.

      I think that was when I physically woke up for a moment, and thought I had woken up in the football field again. It took me a moment to realize I was in my physical bed, and piece it all together, but once I did, it made alot of sense. I am lucky I didn't move right away, thinking I hadn't dreamed. Within the dream, I remember waking up from one sleep feeling like I didn't dream. But this time, I definitely woke up with a big load of dreams.

      I drifted back to sleep a little and saw a dream where I was laying inside this square thing. And there were kids looking in from above it. And then one of them kind of floated up into the sky.

      I woke up and laid there, remembering as much as I could of it all. I stayed still a long time, thinking back through them, but I wondered if I stayed still even longer, if I would have remembered more. because I continued to remember even after I adjusted a little. And there was definitely plenty more to remember.

      Just a note, from dream 1, there was a scene in which my town wanted to make it so that there was a fair or holiday in town on a Sunday. I didn't want this because it would make noise.

      From this dream, I remember thinking that if the coach called on me to play football, I might be able to do well. Then, I realized I was scared to play because I was never good at hitting in high school. I was thinking of myself as more of a mascot on the side of the team, just sleeping. But if I slept through this game, the coach definitely wouldn't ask me to play in future games. So I was weighing it all in my head.















      Round 4 of dreams.




      Before I write these dreams, I also want to write that in my last round of dreams, there was this moment where I was walking around. And I saw the sky. And there was a huge light orange moon in the light bluish grey sky. And I thought to myslelf, oh, it is a full moon. No wonder my dreams have been so vivid. That image came to mind after a while of laying back down. I tried to visualize the bright moon to see if any other memories came up, but nothing did.

      For this next round of dreams, I tried to do S S I L D. Basically I tried to focus on sense perceptions as I was falling asleep, sort of like a body scan. It helped me stay calm too I think.

      I will try to get the dreams in the right order, even though I think I forgot a lot. I had all these packs of Pokemon cards. Actually, they were more like starter decks. Some of them said left and some said right. I took this to mean that some cards were left oriented and some were right oriented. I was looking for the ones that said left. One deck, a very cool Hydreigon and Water deck, had no such distinction. I went to open it, even though I hadn't bought it. I hoped the plastic would go back together like new, but it didn't. As I looked through the cards, I saw these different proxy card print outs that were two sided. And then the main cards. So there were two sided cards now. There were lots of other decks, too. I think I had stolen the box or was thinking of stealing it.

      Then I was in this city place that transitioned from the Pokemon part. I was in some type of building and there was a stray cat running around. It ran all around and meowed a lot. I wanted to put out some milk for it. I was wearing my grey Pokemon shirt my sister got me in the dream. The cat came near me, so I wanted to play with him, or her. So I held out a part of my shirt, or a shoe or a hat or something, and the cat bit it ferociously. I got kind of scared, but then took my shirt off, to hold it out to the cat. I think it liked the attention. I think there was someone else who didn't want me entertaining the cat. This reminds me of waking life because we have stray cats around here. I always wan to help the stray cats and be nice to them but my Dad wants to keep them from feeling at home on our property. There might have been something to do with a janitor guy at this point. The stray cat was grey and white, like the stray cat I mainly see in the yard. It might be a house cat that just roams.

      This next part was cool. I was checking out at the local convinience store and complaining about smoke. Then, the next time I was there, I was at the check out, buying some things. I gave the guy money because the register said 30 to 40 dollars. He said, sorry it is taking so long for you to get here, but a bunch of people just won the lottery. I was like, oh, great, good for them, I am not in a big rush. I usually try to take the pressure off people rushing because everyone always seems to be rushing. So then, he was saying I had won 80 dollars. And then I looked and saw that he had given me two 100 dollars bills and a 20. So I had gotten 220 dollars and I was afraid he over paid me. He said he was glad I won the lottery because I was complaining about the smoke and now that will give me something to be happy about. There were a lot of people on line behind me. They were asking me what lottery tickets I had bought, but I had no clue. I realized that I had no memory of buying any lottery. There was a long line of people behind me and I wanted to tell them all not to smoke.

      The guy at the convinience store referred to me having been there earlier. Maybe that was where the Pokemon cards came from, or maybe it was just implanted context.

      I am glad to remember what I remembered from these dreams. They were pretty cool. I like the S S I L D attempt because even if it doesn't work, it helps me relax until I actually fall asleep. I might go on to have a fifth dream tonight. I need to set the intention not to move after I physically awaken, because staying perfectly still gives me the best chance to think back through the dreams. But sometimes I have an urge to stretch immediately and I worry that it made me forget some dreams. This time I had to move my arm for some reason and I wonder if it affected anything.





















      Round 5 of Dreams. .





      Before I write dream 5 I want to mention that I had a dream flash last time which was of seeing my reflection in the dark. I saw my reflection in the dark and then realized it was a dream flash. My face kind of changed. It was my face with normal lighting only a black back ground. So there was my first moment of lucidity on this night.

      Also, in the last round of dreams, there was something with my Mom and my Sister living with me.

      This next round of dreams was interesting. I just kept laying in bed and having another dream. As I fell asleep, I tried to focus on body sensations like the feeling of my shoulder on the bed or the pillow on my head. I also had to try not to fidget so that I would fall asleep and not just keep fidgeting, which keeps me awake. I am surprised I slept so much since I had a 3 hour nap the day before, and I slept from like 8 P M to 6 A M except for being up to write dreams. But I am definitely awake a lot between laying there upon awakening to think through the dreams, writing them out, and then falling back a sleep.

      I will try to put them in order as best I can.

      First may have been there was an image of a continent of America. there was the little part where florida sticks off the bottom right, only it had to be rotated to be on the bottom left, or vice versa. As I did this, my blue tupperware lid had to be rotated.

      There was another part where I was on the beach near my house cleaning some litter. This is something I have done in the past. This time there were a lot of workers from the town helping. There is this tall grey cement wall at the end of the beach that is where some houses are. A big truck from the town came to help pick up the garbage and I was looking at a big pile of plastic lids in the branches of the bushes, but didn't think i needed to clean them now that the truck was here. My Dads friend Jimmy B turned out to be there. It was kind of a big dumpster truck. Jimmy shook my hand, but i felt a pin prick in my hand when he did. I looked, and he had put some sort of vial in my hand with a little poker thing at the top. I thought he had injected me with drugs and I was going to be hooked now. I started to panic and wonder why he had done it. But then, I realized it was a dream. I don't think I really got to do much within the dream, but I did get a moment of realizing it was a dream, which is always good. I think I woke up shortly after for whatever reason.

      There was an interesting part where I was with my Dad, but he was a funny cartoon villian like the Grinch or Plankton. The idea was that we were going to put a sign on someone's door that said, back in 15 minutes. This was going to trick them into thinking that it wasn't their house, or that they had to leave for 15 minutes. And then we could go in their house or something and eat cookies. So we teleported in and out of some houses doing this.

      Then, we were in our old house on the numbered streets, and the front door was open. There were people coming to the door for something, and then going. We were having milk and cookies. I looked down the steps and saw a rabbit and a squirrel, one directly behind the other. It seemed a bit unusual to me, but I did not become lucid. There was some warning about the squirrel. I didn't heed it, and indeed, it bit me in the lower leg. I think my left leg. It bit me and then ran. I felt scared, like I would get infected, and need to go to the hospital. But I thought of how I didn' trust doctors, and so I would just keep quiet about it, and try to heal it with metaphysics. I thought of putting some milk out for the squirrel. I started to worry that the people who were visiting would be bit by the squirrel, and sue us. So then a court case kind of played out in my mind and I didn't want to go to court. I didn't know what to do. I was pacing around the kitchen with my feet in the tiles, which I sometimes do when I am nervous.

      I woke up between each of these, so maybe they are separate dreams. But I just stored them in my mind and let myself drift to sleep again. I was surprised I built up so many dreams doing this.

      There was another part of the dreams in which two kids were getting power ranger outfits. One kid had pink panks with a stripe down the side with white, black and gold. The other kid, I forgot what color pants he got, maybe black. They were both sweat pants. Then, they bought this shirt thing that connected their upper bodies side to side, so that they had four legs, two arms and two heads. And they were pretending to be a two headed power ranger and going around the parking lot. This took place near the Rite Aid parking lot off of Forest Avenue. They didn't attack anyone, but just walked around the parking lot playing like a two headed power ranger. I think they also had masks. This part may have been connected to the part with the continent I mentioned earlier.

      There was another part at my house where I live now. Something in the hallway or the bathroom. Maybe someone in the bathroom behind a closed door. I think there was something with voices coming from the bathrooms, like there was someone in all of them. There was an interesting part with my Sister that I wonder if I will remember. But in this one part, I had to keep doing a lot of laundry. I think I had a girlfriend in the dream who was visiting, and we both needed clothes cleaned constantly. I didn't like doing so much laundry due to the water bill, but i had to gather the clothes and go do it. For some reason I was washing my gym shorts for the both of us that we had just worn, then washing gym shorts for us to have for when those got dirty.

      This part with my sister was cool. She was drawing something on some paper. It was like a person or something, I forget exactly what. Actually, now that I think about it, there was a lot more to this scene, but it seems vague. I drew some additional stuff on her picture, or made my own. It was something about her drawing a girl, because she liked to draw girls, and then me adding a huge monstrous bicep, which we joked about. I would always say, you know what she needs? A giant bicep. But there was a lot more to this scene that I just can't put my finger on. There was something about the paper folded into quadrants. Something tells me I got lucid in this dream, but tried to act like I didn't know it was a dream, but it is all vague. This was one that didn't even come to mind as I laid down. Maybe when I lay back down, more will be revealed.

      The last dream I had in this series involved going into the same Rite Aid from before and looking for some kind of soap. I discovered that I had a mouse pointer that super imposed on the physical world and I could click objects and copy paste them. I was not aware I was dreaming, but I was able to do this. So what I did was I went up to some of the soap I needed and tried to copy paste it. At first, it didn't work. We had gone back from the register to the store once I found out about this ability because I thought it would be easier to multiply the physical items than to buy new ones. I had some trouble copy pasting my bottle of soap I wanted at first, and thought I had lost the ability. But then, I was suddenly able to do it again. I had to right click and then scroll on the menu to copy, then paste. It can't be this easy, I thought to myself. I pasted it twice, and two new ones appeared, but each had a ripped message paper on it saying that it didn't have a bar code in the store. I figured this meant I either had to walk out with it concealed or tell them it didn't correspond to any bar code in the store so they could put it in the system and charge me. But now, there was another affect of using this ability. Effect. Affect. Offect. Uffect. Whichever one. When i used my copy paste ability, a guy would come in on the other side of the shelf. He showed me a pad full of really cool graphic letter designs. They were on a little 3 by 5 memo pad. he had outlined some in black and colored them with some sparkly red and blue colored pencils. I remember the last one he showed my sister and I said THERE D going down the page. I turned the page and expected it to say THERE DEAD but instead the next page said the word unemployed. Those were more just drawn in pencil. I saw on the next page there was a 20 dollar bill stuck to the page as if it had been used for a collage. I think the guy was there to monitor my use of the ability. I was complimenting him on his art. The dream ended around there. He had darker skin than me.

      I am also getting this idea that I had a dream about some caves, similar to the goonies. But i can't remember much about if specifically. That's okay, I got a lot more than I expected. I did my best to stay perfectly still, and my mind was not that groggy any more since it was around sun rise that I was doing these chain of dreams. So I could think about them pretty clearly once I woke up from them. But I didn't get a lot of lucidity.

      The sun is pretty much up now. I doubt I would fall back asleep if I tried, but I always hope I would sleep again, and have more dreams.
    7. A Strange Pool Game

      by , 01-27-2018 at 06:11 AM
      Morning of January 27, 2018. Saturday.



      This dream is of a situation that has occurred in a number of dreams since the 1980s, though always with very different details. It involves playing a computer game or video game on a flat screen and the imagery becoming a “real” scene, typically without my dream self even noticing. However, in cases of a television scene becoming “real” (or in some cases, a photograph in a book or magazine), such dreams have occurred since earliest memory.

      In this case, Marilyn (older half-sister on my mother’s side, April 25, 1942-February 13, 2014), is present. So is my lovely wife Zsuzsanna (married April 9, 1994 to present day). We seem to be in the Loomis Street house, in the area near the open division of the living room and dining room, where I am facing the dining room (west). I focus on an unusual game that our youngest son had been playing, but I am now playing it. It involves a playing field like pool, but there seems to be only one pocket, in a corner. Various creatures of different sizes sit on the pool table and one needs to make sure they get the ball into the pocket before the animal gets it and makes the game more difficult to play.

      I play it for a while, finding it nearly impossible. There is also some sort of gun whereby one can shoot at the animal, but it is very hard to hit for some reason.

      As I am playing, Marilyn says something about going out to buy a meal, talking about a hamburger, seeming to ask if I want one. I nod lightly. Meanwhile, the scene in the game becomes “real”. That is, there is now an actual pool table in the room, completely replacing the previous computer setup. My dream self does not notice or care. I am near one corner. There is a cat on the top of the table, though I am aware it is “computer generated” (even though it is a “real” cat). I am able to manually reach over and pick up the ball, which is rubber and light gray, and make it go into the pocket simply by holding it over the hole and dropping it. I am not sure if this is the right way to play the game, but it works very well and otherwise seems like a no-brainer.

      A different cat and ball appears and I perform the same act again prior to waking. My sense of touch as I pick up, hold, and drop the rubber ball is very vivid and enhanced.


    8. 18-01-XX Flying Shenanigans (Waterfall), Computer Simulation

      by , 01-21-2018 at 06:06 PM
      I was flying over a city surrounded by water. I think my brother was there too, flying an airship. We were kind of playing around. I tried to bring down enemies by manipulating the ocean water below me and pulling them out of the air, or by pushing them away with TK. Sadly, none of these powers worked. My notes say Yoda was somehow involved, too. At some point I flew low over the city, and ran sideways across a fence (an impossible wall run). Someone on the street saw me. All of this was accompanied by a loud Eurobeat soundtrack. At some point, people and buildings become huge (or I became tiny) and I had to start flying really, really high for some reason. Samuel L. Jackson?

      In a second dream, I flew along a coastline. But I felt strangely out of control. Spinning around my axis while I kept going in the same direction. An older person on shore noticed me.

      I flew towards another city. This one had a very specific 'feel' to it. It was near a big waterfall like the Niagara falls. I (of course) felt the need to fly through the waterfall at full speed. The soundtrack of this dream was 'Long Tall Sally' by Little Richard. I landed somewhere on the riverbank (sloped, open piece of land) and helped rescue a black kitty together with some other guys. Carrying bottles of compressed air? The entire time, I felt like I was controlling the plot.

      I was on a train. I looked out of window, and everything looks really weird. Everything was 'blocky' and in black and white. I thought this was evidence I was inside a computer simulation (rather than a dream). I was studying the environment because I was convinced there were patterns that were trying to tell me something. A sign, or something. The other characters on the train were very annoying, though. I hit one of them, and he vanished. I felt guilty because I hurt one of the simulations, and I felt like I wasn't supposed to do that. Like, my anger would make me fail the challenge. Later on, I had to solve puzzles. I moved through a shopping area inside a train station. I fantasized about blowing everything up if the DCs kept annoying me. At the end of the dream, I sat on a ledge of sorts, and threw something down to the DCs. We were solving a puzzle together?
    9. Zelda dream

      by , 12-17-2017 at 04:28 PM (BahamutZERO's dreams)
      This dream kinda went all over the place...

      The earliest part I remember was that I was programming a video game, but I was at the very beginning of development. Instead of seeing code, my work was visualized as a physical construction I was floating around in. The program was in such early stages that the construction was just sort of a skeleton made of copper wire and fragile cardboard. I was stuck thinking on some problem, something very technical, like a threading issue. I got kinda lost in my thoughts there and felt stuck and a little frustrated.

      Some time later, I was playing a video game, presumably my own game in a later stage. It looked like Zelda: Breath of the Wild, but Link's hat was alive, like Cappy from Super Mario Odyssey. I went to a dungeon. The dungeon was like a grid of very large and empty rooms.

      One of the rooms contained a guy with some sort of a "bonus shop" or whatever (that's what his stand said). I paid him 10 rupees and the room got filled with a puzzle minigame. It was strangely easy and I completed it in like 5 seconds. The guy gave some golden reward item, the item that I went into the dungeon for. Then however, Cappy warned me that he was a scammer, and he gave me fool's gold. I searched for another room, and there I found the REAL bonus shop. Now this guy asked 300 rupees and it was a hard minigame. He gave me the true reward. I guess there's no free lunch in life...

      As I was trying to look for the exit, I came across another room, and this room has a cute black prostitute in it. My dream went quite into detail for this part, but I guess I won't go into that much detail in my DJ entry... well, let's just say I spent some more rupees and my HP got refilled.

      Then I found the exit. Since I found the item, I could now complete the quest. I brought the item to some sort of a shrine. Cappy got a little sad and said goodbye forever to "the old link". Link came out of the shrine, and his gender changed! It's like Link changed into Zelda but it was the same person. Then the game continued as female Link. This part also felt oddly sexual.

      Then I was in some platforming part where I had to climb up some platforms in a jungle-ish area. When I finally got to the top, I found a box. Inside the box was my cat, together with 3 colored packets of wet food and a manual, as if she was a boxed market commodity. I read the manual and it said "Please feed the cat. Open the 3 packets and let her smell them. Figure out which one she likes the most. Then feed her that packet". But I ignored that manual because I know of my cat that she doesn't care what food she gets, so I just gave her one of the packets and she ate it. This is where the dream ended.
    10. scaredy-cat

      by , 12-07-2017 at 07:37 PM
      I was with my daughter (as a toddler) on my shoulders. I was trying to cook something but her eye was caught by the orange ring on the hob and she tried to reach down and touch it. I stopped her of course, but like in howl's moving castle she was able to wipe the ring away like it was a magic mark.
      We go to a market selling all sorts of odd ments and she grabs hold of a wooden ornament that she thinks is a toy. I try to get it off her but she has ir hidden in her hat somewhere.
      Next we are at the bank of the stream at my parents house in the countryside and she sees a cat and wants to play. She jumps down and morphs into a cat and starts playing and wants to scare the other cat by hissing. But the other cat pays no heed then when she is persistent the grey tabby starts to get up. It is twice the size of her and starts to stalk her so she morphs back and jumps up onto my shoulders again.

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    11. The Cat Returns

      by , 10-28-2017 at 10:32 AM
      At my parents house ..memorable bit was where my cat from when I was a kid returned from outside, like a frozen carpet.
      I cuddled it till it got a little warmed up, it was a happy reunion, if a little teary.

      Also girl with candfloss flame hair in my dream
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    12. Dream - Which Way To The Vet & Grumpy Verandah Man

      by , 10-23-2017 at 12:08 PM
      Date of Dream: FRI 20 OCT - 2017



      Dream No. 215 - Separated Sections

      Dream 215 A - Which Way To The Vet

      I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, my mum and my brother were planning to take the cat to the vet. Originally, they were going to go on their own but then I insisted coming with them. They complained at the start but after a while, they eventually accepted my presence. In the dream, we were all walking to the vet, with my brother carrying the cat in her cage. We were on the main road but then for some reason, we decided to take a detour and ended up on this random empty beach which looked grey and cold weatherwise.

      I realised that we were now all lost. I told mum and NB to stay on the sand while I took a step closer to the calm water. Even though my mum was standing right behind me, I loudly called for Dreamy WB. I quickly looked back at my mum and I'm surprised she didn't give an extremely negative reaction... It was just a look of slight shock, like “what are you doing?”. As usual, there wasn't any response the first time around. Now I'm looking out to the far horizon while really declaring that call for Dreamy WB.

      I end up sitting down, putting my feet to the waves and whispering, “please let me know you're here... Come and give me a sign”. Just then, this massive wave comes for me and washes over me, crashing into me and knocking me down onto the sand. When I sit back up, I all of a sudden finally know where the vet is and I tell mum and NB to follow me. I don't remember what happened after we left the beach.

      Dream 215 B - Grumpy Verandah Man
      I can only remember some fragments of this dream. What I do know is that the entire dream took place at my old house. My brother had some electronic product with him, something related to a mobile phone, that he wanted my dad to look at. My dad wasn't in the house and so my brother went to look for him... He ended up being on the back verandah. My dad wasn't the least bit interested when my brother showed him. Rather, my dad fobbed him off straight away and was just automatically giving NB criticisms about his product.

      It wasn't long before my brother went back inside and told me and mum what happened... Mum said she would go out and talk to dad. As she was doing that, I went to my bedroom, which connected to the verandah, so I could hear what was going on. My mum really raised her voice at my dad, scalding him for being “rude” to my brother. Something told me that my dad was in such a bad mood that he could eventually come for me, so I decided to prepare early for my defences. I said to myself, “I have to find Dreamy WB before my dad can attack me”.

      I was rummaging through and on top of my bed when I eventually found my phone. I would open my phone when I wanted to activate her but since no one was hurting me, I kept the phone closed for the time being. I can't remember what happened next in the dream.



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    13. Dream - A Night To Remember & Cat Cage Torture

      by , 10-23-2017 at 11:25 AM
      Date of Dream: TUE 17 OCT - 2017



      Dream No. 213 - Separated Sections

      Dream 213 A - A Night To Remember
      I was out with my parents to see a production by the Killester students. When we were there, I decided that I wanted to join in with the girls on stage. I am talking to a few of the girls before Mr H comes up to me and tells me to go back to the green seated area. I came back to my parents in the auditorium and stayed with them for a bit until my mum said to go back and be with my school friends.

      When I was back on stage, I notice that the girls are celebrating WB's birthday. She has this birthday cake and she offers some to me. She ended up cutting a piece with this weird looking knife and plastic screen. After that, she gives the piece to me. There were then a few scenes backstage. That's all I can remember for this dream.

      Dream 213 B - Cat Cage Torture
      The only thing that I can remember about this dream is that my mum and brother had pinned the cat cage, with the cat in it, above the stairs and they were swinging it around. While they were doing this, they were also sniggering and giggling while the cat was meowing.



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    14. Strange Feline Visitor (doorway waking symbolism)

      by , 10-15-2017 at 08:11 PM
      Morning of September 13, 2012. Thursday.



      I become lucid in a slow entry transition (the usual lucid and willfully manipulated hypnagogia after making love in real life) and our bedroom takes on different features.

      Of course, there is still the residual energy of wanting more intimacy and sustained harmony. Zsuzsanna and I eat strawberries (on a small yellow plate) at one point.

      After our romance and intimacy, I am somewhat in a non-lucid state now. I become puzzled, more over my decreasing level of awareness (but which vivifies in the last scene) than by the fact our bedroom is rendered with the wrong layout (not directly linked to the lounge room and kitchen as it is in real life). The paint on the horizontal wall boards is peeling (yet it was not before) which I vaguely recall means that my dream is beginning to ebb, yet my lucidity is no longer viable.

      I feel an urge to see if the door is open and it is. I approach the doorway. There is nothing visible beyond. I feel puzzled by an anticipatory mood emerging from within me.

      The Cat in the Hat’s hat appears in the doorway, though with no cat. It floats in the air, tips slightly forward and I feel amused, waking with cheerfulness and humor.



      This dream has the usual dynamics as have been in the same sequential components (through tens of thousands of dreams) since early childhood, though I have grown to appreciate, enjoy, and greatly respect how the nuances are always slightly different.

      Firstly, it is doorway waking symbolism, where a doorway is rendered as the dream’s implied exit point as an emergent consciousness factor (sometimes triggered by real-life environmental noise but not always, as the reticular activating system often uses the memory of a door knock or door-opening sound to activate waking, though no door knock occurs in this case).

      Secondly, the sense of puzzlement is what causes the stovepipe hat to be rendered. Although “The Skunk” is an early childhood dream from 1965, it has very similar dynamics, where the white part of the skunk formed a question mark when I entered the higher liminal space of unconsciousness while becoming closer to consciousness (and also ends with doorway waking symbolism). Stovepipe hats represent the emergent consciousness and the concept is related to “put on your thinking cap” as analogous to waking from the dream state (emergence of thinking skills which the non-lucid dream self does not possess). They have featured as such in a number of my dreams since childhood.

      Finally, the essence of a cat is linked but not fully. Depending on the dream of course, cats often serve as a liminal space symbol. This is mainly because of my childhood association of a cat sitting on a fence, a fence being the division between unconsciousness and emerging consciousness.


    15. Starting a Fire and Tools under the Door

      by , 08-07-2017 at 11:34 AM
      Morning of August 7, 2017. Monday.



      I am once again in Cubitis, in the house I lived in from 1968 to 1978. I am in the living room, mostly sitting on the floor near the southeast corner. However, the layout and size is different, and my main focus is only on the front door and an area implied to be north of the kitchenette.

      At one point, I am aware of my father being on the carport. My dream self does not remember that he had died in 1979. There are no direct thoughts of my mother, but there is a vague understanding that she is still alive (though she died in 2002). I am not sure of what time it is, though it seems to be afternoon at one point.

      My father does not come into the house from the carport. Instead, he slides several objects under the door (which would not have been possible in reality, as the bottom of the door went over the external side of the threshold). There are at least three metal open-end wrenches he slides under the door, presumed to be different sizes and from a set. There are also a few other items, such as at least a couple flat pieces of metal. I consider that he is doing this because he wants me to put them in the hallway closet, as he no longer has space for them. I can clearly hear the sounds of these acts.

      In the last scene, I have two irregular stones, which seem more like large crystals at times. Although mostly opaque, they seem translucent at times and become more translucent when I knock them together. Some facets are reflective and shiny. They have a bluish tint for the most part, though I notice that one looks gold at a later point.

      I believe I can make a fire, though I do not have a specific reason for doing this. I strike the stone against the other, sometimes doing this when the other is on the floor, other times, holding them both in my hands and striking them together. The stones sparkle more when seeming to partially ignite on parts of the surface.

      There are brief curls of smoke and small flames coming from the surface of the stones at times, though more light-colored smoke than fire. (This happens at least four times with varying amounts of smoke and small flames.) I get a folded piece of notebook paper and hold it near one stone as I hit it with the other. The paper catches on fire and burns. The stones are also burning more at this time. I am only slightly wary of the fire spreading, though I have no real concern.

      Prior to waking, I notice a very small unfamiliar cat resting to my right, right near an area of the floor that had been burnt. It is an orange tabby. It is no longer than my hand, and I do not consider its impossibly small size as unusual in any way. It moves a short distance from the smoke and flames. The small fire seems to go very close to it but does not hurt it. Its tail goes over an area of the floor that had burnt moments before. It does not seem concerned or show signs of fear or injury.



      In attempting to fully understand this dream, I have to ask questions based on what I already know from having studied and correctly decoded tens of thousands of my dreams since early childhood.



      • The waking transition is initiated with a potential precursor of doorway waking symbolism, a common form of waking symbolism since early childhood. A door is rendered as a potential dream exit mechanism but not always utilized as such. It seems based on anticipation of a specific type of hypnopompia (biologically premonitory) related to involuntary abdominal muscle movement, which I have validated can be consciously activated by forced anticipation (even when the anticipation is solely pretense). However, just as I can easily wiggle my ears and entire sides of my head, not all people can do this, just as not all people can easily control certain dream states (or for that matter even remember their dreams as I have done in every sleeping period for over fifty years, the only exception being when I was under anesthesia, though even then, the surgeon said that I was swearing at him about the pain when I have no memory of this). Although the association with doorway waking symbolism and the muscles near the navel may relate to the dream self’s subliminal viewpoint of “being born back into the real world” (assuming a non-lucid dream only), it may also simply just be the association of going through the doorway to be elsewhere (especially when being chased and deliberately using a doorway to exit the dream, which I had often done in early childhood).
      • The doorway waking symbolism in this case transmutes into subliminal consciousness activation symbolism (my dream self attempting to start a fire with two stones is translated as deliberately, yet subliminally, attempting to increase neural activity and to potentially increase conscious self awareness, even though, as my dream self, I am primarily clueless of where I really am and how old I am), which implies that the thread of subliminal lucidity that linked from the preconscious sliding tools under the doorway (without me directly linking to the preconscious) is fully active even though my dream self otherwise has no memory of my father having died in 1979.
      • How is the above (preconscious presence linked to emergent consciousness precursor, yet still with no memory of my father having died) resolved? I could theorize that it is because threads of conscious self identity and presumed age are so random from dream to dream, it has no feasible explanation. However, because subliminal lucidity is validated by my non-lucid dream self’s deliberate attempt to ignite consciousness, there may be a thread where my conscious self remembers that my father had died (even though my dream self does not) and so thus blocks the preconscious in a certain region of liminal space. This must be incidental, as it does not happen this way in all dreams, that is, patterns of viable memory are always unique from dream to dream.
      • Looking back, the majority of my dreams show at least some threads of subliminal lucidity, and many are lucid in the last moments where I then can decode my dream and grasp its specific meaning in real time (other than threads of prescience, which may not be acknowledged until years later). I see continuous evidence of both subliminal reinduction attempts and consciousness activation symbolism (as in this dream), which would only be possible with real-time conscious self threads even if they are subliminal. I see little evidence of ideas like “the brain starting to recount the experiences from the previous day” other than in certain dreams every now and then.
      • Cats have appeared on a regular basis in my dreams since early childhood. They are often unfamiliar, though sometimes based on a real pet. One common form of symbolism is based on their strong association with liminal space and the so-called Underworld as analogous to the dream state (not in a negative sense), almost like some sort of “guide”, “guard”, or alternate form of the preconscious (especially as cats, including lions and tigers, have transformed into people in the last stage of a dream).
      • Once again, the waking symbolism is oriented to my right within the dream state, which has been validated to be far more common than to my left. I have theories on this, but the real reason can probably not be fully validated. It may or may not be from the subliminal memory of getting out of our bed from the right side.


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