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    1. Moon Gem

      by , 09-09-2018 at 02:59 PM (Letaali's Dream Journal)
      8.9

      Fragment 1 - I'm in Pori. The city is flooded. Lots of students around. There's dead sea life scattered around, dolphins and a narwhal at least. We are not allowed to get close to them.

      Fragment 2 - Tuomas was doing homework for functional programming with us. He's one of the assistant teachers for the course, so it was strange.

      9.9

      LD 107 - Moon Gem
      I'm in a setting reminiscent of Indiana Jones movies. I'm exploring an ancient, lost temple with two characters from well known Finnish movies. Uuno Turhapuro and Tuura. We found the clues that would lead us to the treasure, but I found something on my own. The temple had a room so well hidden that I'm not sure it was accessible by any normal means. I spontaneously teleported into the room. Unlike the regular moss-covered stone that the rest of the temple was made of, this room was clean, dark and slightly blue stone. Something gave the room a blue glow, allowing me to see. There were two ancient beings in the room. The room had two side chambers and stairs that led to an altar. The ancients were friendly and freely gave me the last missing piece for finding the treasure. It was a moon made of many colorful gem pieces.

      I found myself back with Uuno and Tuura, but as we were leaving the temple, we ran into bad guys. We tried to remain hidden, but my equipment, some flashlight...goggles or whatever, made noise. They were turning on and off without my control. The bad guys caught me. I felt fear and my thoughts instantly went to gaining control. "I'm dreaming!" I told myself in an attempt to gain control over the fear. I lifted my hand towards the bad guys and tried to make them disintegrate. No luck, I had no control over the situation at all. The bad guys then made my buddies tell them everything. They didn't reveal anything about my moon gem. Without thinking, I mentioned it. My friends were angry. I cursed and tried to turn back time. Again, no luck with dream control. I lost lucidity and fell into some abstract, possibly nrem, dream.
      Tags: flood, temple
      Categories
      lucid
    2. Lucid moment and a flooding town

      by , 06-16-2018 at 08:51 PM (Letaali's Dream Journal)
      I'm lying on my back on a strange boat that fits one person. I steer by moving my feet; there's no steering wheel or anything like that, the boat just obeys me. I'm in my hometown, on a very familiar and small road. It's raining heavily. The scene is unnatural, apocalyptic even - the entire town is underwater. I see no other soul. It's dark and silent, other than the constant rain making noise.

      I steer the boat forward with my feet and mind. On some level I'm aware that I am causing this flood. I start thinking "What should I save? What should I let the flood destroy." and think this is good for the whole world. A fresh start. Pretty dark.

      I steer the boat towards an apartment made of glass walls. I go through the glass into the flooded apartment. I see several beautiful women in other rooms of the apartment, silently staring at me. They looked sad. The scene is weird enough for me to finally start questioning my state. I become lucid and try to get up from the boat. I haven't moved my upper body the entire dream and can't do it even lucid. I lose the dream.

      I no longer count lucid moments as lucid dreams, so I won't tag this as such.
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      non-lucid
    3. The Gift of Rain and the Inexplicable Nature of RAS

      by , 02-16-2018 at 09:29 AM
      Morning of February 16, 2018. Friday.



      In my dream, the most vivid scenario of the waking transition involves my dream self (personified subconscious) being on a bus with my wife Zsuzsanna and our youngest children. I remain in a passive and thankful mood. The location is unknown. It does not seem familiar, though the bus driver is on the left side, so it seems to be implied to be in America (though I have not lived there since 1994 and Zsuzsanna has never been there).

      The bus driver is an unknown chubby female of whom reminds me of my crossing guard from when I lived at 901 Rose Street (near the intersection in a second floor apartment of a building which is no longer there).

      It seems to be late morning, though the perceived time seems to change a few times (of which is very common in my dreams, as my subconscious self has no viable sense of time or continuity). There is an intersection up ahead. I am aware that it had been raining. An interesting mood develops. I realize that rain makes human life possible and that without it, the world would have no life. I have a vague awareness that the bus driver had telepathically caused me to realize this.

      There had been a flood in one part of the street (from the rain), but the water has lowered. As we near the intersection, I have the typical focus on whether or not the bus driver is competent (this being a long-term carryover from waking life thought since childhood, though this thought does not dominate or seem problematic and I ultimately trust the driver to get us home safely).

      The bus stops, but we are apparently not at our destination yet (though my dream self has no focus on where I presently live as is often the case). The bus is on the right side of the street, its back close to the perpendicular street it just turned from. The bus driver says, “I have to find something”. I am standing in the front stairwell of the bus watching her. She puts her hands down into the murky water near the curb. Soon, she pulls out a small tennis racket that is slightly muddy (though with very light-colored tan sand). I am uncertain if this is what she had been looking for, but she gives it to my youngest son. My dream fades from here.



      Zsuzsanna, in real life, had been looking at, and thinking about, small tennis rackets made for dolls while at a Kmart store on the previous day (Our Generation dolls and accessories). There is no explicable way I could have known this or for it to influence the main event in my final dream of the sleeping period. Not only this, she said her thought processes were “stronger” than usual during this event. Additionally, after my dream, she told me of how she had won a tennis racket at age twelve by reaching into water and pulling out a toy duck (relating to a matching number for the prize at a Brisbane show). This is not unusual in my experience, as at least one dream per sleeping period is based on something Zsuzsanna had thought about (or said to someone else) of which I could not have possibly known about. This was validated to have been going on, continuously, long before we met, and additionally, Zsuzsanna is the “mystery girl” who had been in my dreams since childhood (and of whom I even saw in my dreams as an adult while she was still very young).



      The scenario of this dream, a bus approaching an intersection and stopping or bumping into a curb before turning right (sometimes in the event of water lowering waking symbolism as here), has recurred since early childhood, though always with different dynamics. This is based on neural gating. It signifies whether or not the dream state will terminate or continue. (However, there are also inexplicable dynamics of which I will describe below.) As here, the bus turns right and my dream soon ends after the RAS to emergent consciousness factor, additionally validated by the water lowering waking symbolism, which occurs in at least one dream during every sleeping period (water symbolizing sleep in autosymbolism, its dynamics relevant to the specific aspect of REM).

      RAS as the personified preconscious is a bus driver here. The biological function of RAS (Reticular Activating System) is for sleep-wake transitions (though again, there are inexplicable dynamics). This is why a dream is primarily autosymbolic of the dream state and waking transition itself, which is why “interpretation” as most commonly propagated is not a real concept despite the Barnum effect.

      There is evidence that the side the bus driver is on in a dream correlates with what side I am sleeping on, especially as buses and cars often symbolize (or are an autosymbolic extension of) the human body. (This is also true for boats, airplanes, and trains when vestibular system ambiguity is more extant in REM. In fact, there has even been a dream where a bus I was on rolled over after I rolled over to sleep on my opposite side. However, the content of a dream must be looked at closely, as autosymbolism is based on the specific level of unconsciousness and varies from state to state through the waking transition.)



      I know that RAS mediation and modulation as a dream’s final event, when it utilizes personification as the preconscious as here, is often transpersonal (inherently unrelated to both the dream self and the conscious self by its very nature and purpose, as its purpose is to ignite enough emotion to trigger waking, including by way of dominance or perceived conflict, real or not, though some of this “conflict” is caused by muscle tension in unconsciousness as well as vestibular system ambiguity or subliminal concern over unknown environmental noise). This tells me that RAS is not simply the biological factor of the neural gating of the dream state in REM, but transpersonal neural gating that also occurs when I am conscious. However, the dynamics are puzzling. Sometimes these events have happened in real time (during my nap while Zsuzsanna was elsewhere and “sending” in real time) and sometimes based on recent thoughts that Zsuzsanna had held in her mind but which later integrates into my dream.


    4. Fun with Unreal Flood

      by , 02-06-2018 at 08:22 AM
      Morning of February 6, 2018. Tuesday.



      In this dream, I sustain the water induction stage and create the concept of a world flood, but I am mainly focused on how many different ways the dream state can render it wrongly while remaining vivid and while I remain at least partly lucid.

      The setting seems to be a large city. I have a lot of fun walking and running on the surface of the ocean and riding the tidal waves toward the city, which is mostly already covered by floodwaters. I also go underwater at times (though my dream self can always breathe underwater, as it is just the dream state and the dream self’s “physical body” is just an illusion anyway).

      There are some obvious errors in rendering which I focus on with amusement.

      At one point, I am swimming, but the water’s surface seems solid, though soft. Still, I slide over it on my stomach, somewhat unrealistically. In the distance, I see the tops of skyscrapers, though barely visible, emerge from the water and then sink again. This is based partly on the slope of the water’s surface changing at times.

      At another point, I realize that the skyscrapers are miniature buildings. Some of them are not even as wide as my computer desk but imply a number of windows on each side. Still, I see them as normal buildings. Lesser waves, caused by my swimming, the water dynamics being far more realistic at this point, hit the buildings and I hear glass breaking, with the illogical impression that the small pieces of glass are going down to the bottom (inside) floors of the skyscrapers. I find interest and enjoyment in this situation for several minutes (mainly because it is the semi-lucid dream state and I can create and destroy whatever I want, the breaking glass sometimes sounding more like wind chimes).

      At another point, I find amusement in how there is a dry area between a number of miniature buildings (again, still implied to be a real and normal-sized city) with the water somehow kept back by an invisible wall in this particular area (at least one city block implied), though it is not perceived as an invisible wall by my dream self, only an erroneous dream rendering, which I actually start to make fun of in my dream. That is, I am making fun of the dream state and its inability to be consistent or render the setting realistically in this particular case, actually speaking aloud (my dream self’s voice that is) to the dream itself.

      I play around with the setting and various dynamics for a long time before waking. I mentally will new buildings to appear at times, and then bring the floodwaters to them. There is no evidence that the city is inhabited by miniature people. I am the only one present in my dream manipulation. There is not even any indication of RAS mediation, dominant or otherwise (though this is mainly because it is not the last dream of the sleeping period, where things like needing to wake and go to the bathroom are not yet dominant factors).


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      lucid
    5. In and Out of Floods and Lists

      by , 11-03-2017 at 11:17 AM
      Morning of November 3, 2017. Friday.



      This dream is the result of having thought about making entries or pairs of entries that list one event in one dream, and its main meaning, for a particular day for each year back to early childhood (which would mean that one entry for a specific date for each year would have over fifty dream events, each event being only inclusive of one dream for a particular date rather than the six to nine I typically recall). The dream event I had been thinking about as the first in the list for New Year dreams (closest one between December 31 and January 1 of each year), was “Muddy Dump Truck”.

      I had considered including the statement “Some psychologists have suggested that plunging through water or being immersed in some way is actually the mind translating a specific change in the sleep cycle” (even though I do not wade in water in this particular dream sequence) because this is one of the only true statements I have ever read elsewhere about dreams in my lifetime. Still, that would require an edit for over four hundred of my water induction dreams online so far, yet some people would probably still have no clue and approach me with the usual reprehensible “interpretation” no matter how much idiot-proof detail I include. (At least that has been my main experience on the Internet since 2004.)

      My dream starts off with typical lucid water induction (water as symbolizing sleep and its status and depth as associated with the glymphatic system). However, my dream’s theme continues through several partial awakenings where I turn over to the opposite side each time. (I mostly only sleep on my left side for health reasons as the body is designed to, but have a tendency to absentmindedly flip to my right side at times as sleeping in one position is often not feasible anyway.) Although I am aware of the essence of the nonthreatening flood at times, I start to fall into non-lucidity. This is intriguing because I feel very comfortable and satisfied in emerging back into lucidity through at least eight turn overs only to fall back into the “same” dream each time.

      In the final segment of this series, I am with my wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we appear now but living in Cubitis (where they have never been). We are all in the living room and it seems to be late afternoon. I notice a flood in the backyard, though I can still see many blades of grass above the surface of the water. There is conversation about whether or not the flood will eventually be in the house and apparently the answer is yes. Although I am first concerned about books and papers getting ruined, I eventually realize that there is hardly any furniture or features in the house, though I do not become lucid at this highly illogical aspect.

      Prior to this last segment, with the detail from the “Muddy Dump Truck” dream from the night of December 31, 2016 repeating through each partial awakening and me consciously focusing on it as being the “perfect” first item in the New Year dream list, there had been a few repeating segments of being at our present address where there were higher flood waters, though not as with the potential to reach within the house (our present home is up on stumps). The comfort and “perfection” perceived through these partial awakenings and back into a water induction dream (of which I have had at least one every night for over fifty years) was very satisfying at the time. It seemed to last for about three hours (but was possibly less than an hour).


      Tags: flood
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      Uncategorized
    6. Duck Decoy Encroachment

      by , 10-01-2017 at 04:01 PM
      Morning of October 1, 1982. Friday.



      While in the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house, I am vaguely aware of the presence of duck hunters. Through the window, I see that the front yard is marshy. The streets are lightly flooded, which seems normal to my dream self, and related to the seasons.

      Although there had been no perceived presence of the duck hunters being in the house at any point, there are a number of duck decoys sitting about in the house which they had still somehow apparently set up. I find this annoying and intrusive. I gather a few and place them outside, though remain wary of being shot at if I move a certain way. Curiously though, I soon do not feel that much in danger. I notice there is now less water on the streets (very common waking symbolism). The duck hunters actually seem to be gone. (The hunters in this case are this dream’s preconscious element. There is no “threat” as the waking transition has already activated via RAS.)

      While trying to go back to sleep, I falsely recall that one of the wooden duck decoys was mine, having had it since very young, and being fond of it and frustrated about now possibly losing it. I am puzzled by the situation until I wake. (This is likely based on my feelings of nostalgia for the 1960s plastic model kit “The Visible Pigeon”, although I also had a duck decoy catalog as a teenager as I enjoyed collecting mail-order catalogs at that time.)



      This is typified as “failed flight waking symbolism”, a very common waking transition dream component (a perfectly natural unconscious transmutation of the biological falling start, which has nothing to do with waking life or the conscious self as some extremely unintelligent people pretend), not meant to be in a negative context but as a result of a natural transition from sleeping to waking and the temporary puzzlement of being in liminal space and not being fully aware of one’s physical body while semi-conscious. My hypnopompic waking “jolt” is subdued here, which is directly related to the fake ducks, which are neither real nor can fly away (similar to any dream where a person otherwise falls, or an airplane crashes, a meteor is seen, or many other generic analogies to returning to wakeful consciousness, including climbing or using a staircase or a “flight” of stairs). Flight symbols in dreams are typically linked to real-time inner ear dynamics (loosely related to dizziness or falling sensations when awake) and RAS (reticular activating system) in subliminal anticipation of leaving the dream state. Flight symbols as such have occurred in at least one dream per sleeping period for over fifty years, which automatically renders “interpretation” (in the common superstitious usage of the term) as an invalid concept, not however, discounting literal prescience, literal practice events, or literal willful scripting of a dream (including viable healing affirmations).


    7. Dream - Jells Park Dentistry & The End Of The World

      by , 10-01-2017 at 12:36 PM
      Date of Dream: WED 27 SEP - 2017



      Dream No. 201 - Separated Sections

      Dream 201 A - Jells Park Dentistry
      The dream started at Jells Park on a nice day. I was approaching a playground that I realised hadn't been there before. Just as I am asking myself what the heck it is, Dreamy WB appears behind me in an Oktoberfest outfit with her hair frizzed out and tells me it's the new “Wooden Fleet Playground”. In real life there are only 3 playgrounds, so this must have been the 4th one in the dream. I rush for the wooden swing, sitting to face the lake but unfortunately the sun is going in my eyes. I turn around to face the carpark.

      Dreamy WB then starts talking to me and that's when I become aware of my upcoming dental appointment. I asked Dreamy WB if she could attend to stop me from being nervous and she said she could. I then said I would ask the dentist if it was okay for her to attend the appointment... I was going to text him on my phone. I told Dreamy WB it was someone called Collin. I looked to see if I had a contact for someone called Collin in my phone.

      I found someone called “Colin Ho Ho”. I actually called him but he said that he wasn't the dentist and that it was another Collin. He additionally told me to look for Collin in the park. I thought I had soon found the right Collin but when I spoke to him, it was “Colin Ho Ho” again... Some Asian looking guy. He ended up telling me though that it would be okay to bring Dreamy WB into the dental appointment.

      There was now no one else in the dream... Dreamy WB and I decided to flake out on the grass. We then decided that we should practice our position for the dentist. I lay down on top of her while her arms buckled over me. I had to check to make sure she wasn't obstructing my mouth in any way. To check, I put a finger in my mouth and started moving it around. At one point, my finger hit her cheek bone and there was also some of her hair going into my mouth. She sunk down slightly to make it so the second time I did the finger check, there were no interferences. It was agreed that we'd take that position at the dentist. The dream then ended.

      Dream 201 B - The End Of The World
      I don't remember how this dream started. From where I do remember, I was at some unknown place. There was this strange event going on... I've also forgotten what the event was. It was taking place in this staged area and the audience were up, sitting on steep steps. I went to this place initially with my brother NB but I was separated from him. I battled the rest of the audience so I could sit next to him. When I sat sat next to him, I perceived a bad energy descending into the dream. I started to become internally scared. My intuition was telling me that the world was coming to an end. My brother started to look scared too but not as scared as I was. I told him I would go and look for someone who could save us.

      I ran out of the auditorium and through an empty foyer. I encountered Dreamy WB who held the exact same appearance as in Dream 201 A. I ran up to her, panicking like anything. I ended up rapidly tugging on the white part of her dress and saying to her something like “who initiated the end of the world?!”. She said that she did as there was a reason for it but that she could also save me. She didn't do something straight away... In fact, she had vanished. I looked at the floor, noticing it was like the bottom of a swimming pool.

      Then the water started to rise. I screamed in fright because I couldn't see Dreamy WB anywhere. When the water gets a few centimetres higher, the front door of the building swings right open and she comes in, body surfing on this rubber board. As the water is now at my knees, she pulls me onto the board, bringing me close with one arm while she uses the other arm to control her direction. She explained to me what purpose the board had but I have forgotten the exact explanation. I do remember her commenting on the board's colours which were, at the time, black and cyan.

      I then looked around while still clutched close to Dreamy WB and saw many people on these boards, each in pairs. On another board was my brother, with whom I recognised as Noah the substitute dream guide back in Dream 141 C. Noah was holding NB in exactly the same way that Dreamy WB was holding me. Back at our board, she then told me that she could change the colour of the board and it would have a slightly different use. The colour of everyones' board changed to orange and yellow but the structure of the board ended up being no different.

      She then looked right at me and gave me a really wide smile. She then said that the next thing she would change it to was a special board. The colour combination changed to red and lime and she was still smiling. Dreamy WB was right to say that the board was special... For some reason, despite the now deep water below, I couldn't help but smile and laugh with her. We weren't on the special board much as the dream soon ended.



      Dream Trophies Achieved:
      - Batteries Are Charged (Receive 5 hugs from Dreamy WB)
      >> 1. Tight hug at the swimming carnival (136 A)
      >> 2. Hugged me after the hissing kitten (164 A)
      >> 3. Hugged me when I found her at the hairdressers (167 A)
      >> 4. Hugged me when the water was rising (183)
      >> 5. Held me in a hugging position before the dentist appointment (201 A).




      A part of Dream 201 B that I think was absolutely amazing; not only was I saved but the dream had remembered the sheer terror of my brother and he got saved too! It was the sweetest thing to have Noah, the so called emergency dream guide, return and be a support for not me, but my brother. I'd like to be creative and think all those other boards were miscellaneous dream guides with their miscellaneous dreamers.

      Updated 10-02-2017 at 08:39 AM by 93119

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    8. Softly the Flood

      by , 09-28-2017 at 08:53 AM
      Morning of September 28, 2017. Thursday.



      I am in a state of semi-lucidity, slowly becoming aware that our bedroom is transmuting into the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house (a place I have not been in real life for over twenty years and unlikely to ever be again). I eventually focus upon the essence of sleep, which in the dream state, is symbolized by water and recognized as such (and has been for over fifty years on a day to day basis). Water begins to flow down Loomis Street from the north. It is a flood, but not a threatening flood. I feel very relaxed and peaceful. I vividly feel small splashes of water reaching me through the window screen, which vivifies my level of dream state awareness.

      There is some sort of unusual ambiguous imagery just outside the window. It relates to a child in pajamas holding a teddy bear, but is viewed through the screen as an undersized silhouette. Conscious self identity threads are lessened and I am no longer lucid in any way regardless of the increase in vividness. I have no major concern about flood waters flowing into the house, only that some of my dream journals might become damp.

      I wander off to the west bedroom where my mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is sitting on her bed. In this dream, at this point, I have no memory at all of my older sister Marilyn (April 25, 1942-Februay 13, 2014) whose house it mainly was.

      “Someone left the floodgates open,” I tell my mother somewhat absentmindedly (forgetting that it was me who initiated and released this dream’s content and continuity with deliberate water induction and the original focus on release and blissful relaxation). Although it seemed late at night seconds previously, it now seems to be afternoon as I notice daylight through the window of her room. However, the area beyond the backyard and alley is completely different than in reality as there is no shed visible and no residential homes. All that is visible are some commercial buildings in the distance, about two blocks away.

      My mother makes some sort of comment about access to the store being blocked by flood waters, and there is some sort of vague association with the checkout of a store (a common end marker of the dream state for me). Upon having this semi-lucid thought, and remembering more about my present conscious self and the fact that I am married and have children, I slowly fade from the dream state with soft (semi-lucid) intent and a very soft awakening.



      Water, including non-threatening floods as a dream state induction factor, has occurred continuously all my life, long before virtually endless meditation and relaxation recordings utilized the sound of water to bring about relaxation or sleep. I will hear or otherwise perceive water as soon as I enter into a more relaxed state with less emotions present. Water as the primary symbol for sleep (and sleep dynamics in real time) is also analogous to how people spend the first months of their existence sleeping in the waters of the womb. As a result, it is probably my most common dream foundation marker.

      My mother has, in more recent dreams, become more of a dream state end marker loosely associated with my wife Zsuzsanna than more direct associations with her as in the past. This is evidenced by her mainly appearing in the last scene of a dream where she is sitting on her bed (residual recall of having fallen asleep). Although Zsuzsanna appears in many of my dreams (where more of my present conscious self identity remains at least partially intact), the association with her also being a mother has, over time, altered dream state markers in some cases. However, despite Zsuzsanna having been a mother for a number of years, this symbolic transfer and marker integration is fairly recent (probably because she is now nearer my mother’s age when I was born). Being more of an emergent consciousness precursor than a preconscious factor, there is no conflict in such dreams, especially in already subliminally acknowledging this waking mechanism. (My mother was the one who usually woke me up throughout my childhood.)

      Both watching the non-threatening flood waters flow and the silhouette of the boy in pajamas with the teddy bear represent the same thing…sleep, so this is a type of parallel symbolism that my dreams often render. (Someone being in pajamas was far less of an initiation factor even in early childhood, even being a fan of “Little Nemo”, though other dream state indicators such as beds and pillows are quite common.)

      Even though a shadow of a person or a silhouette represents the lesser presence of my conscious self identity, it is slightly puzzling here as viewed through a window screen. This is because focus on a window screen has been validated to relate to some form of transpersonal communication or shared dreaming. Ordinarily, at least in lucid dreams, I sometimes indulge in “shadow play”; that is, I “test” the shadow to verify that it is actually my conscious self identity and it always is, even in a dream where it was very far away and standing on a bridge.


    9. Observation Deck

      by , 06-08-2017 at 07:51 PM (The Secret Life of Demons)
      Train Platform (nl/ld)

      I'm hovering as I'm searching for something I'm not well aware. The dream in front of me, which I've stuck my head into, reveals a train platform. I observe a man and woman step out onto the platform from out of nowhere (they looked like they entered via invisible door). The pair are rushing, a man already on the platform looks as though he's expecting the pair. He stops them though and gestures to the water. I see that he's telling them they can't go this way. The man appears frustrated and rushed, holding onto the woman while assessing the water as though he's considerating a creative option. I'm now gazing at the water too which is entirely flooding the earth and is about to rise to cover the platform. Not much time left, they better get off that...

      The couple exits in the same manner they arrived.

      Stealing from a Baby (nl)

      I'm somewhere, still searching for something. This time I'm less searching and more exploring. While doing this I get hungry and some black woman has a car, with a cooler, and delicious snacks inside. I see her retrieve something for herself and I invite myself to her stash of edibles. She's selfishly generous and while she grants me access, I can tell she's unhappy about sharing. What she fails to realize is that I don't give a fuck what she thinks. I continue my exploration as I enjoy a banana yogurt combination thing. I reach a bridge, with that cup of heaven in hand, but begin waking before I can get a foot onto it.

      Notes

      For whatever unknown reason the train platform reminded me of Shred, Asuka, and Data--not that I'm very educated on any of them, it just felt like them.
    10. July 2013, 14-29th

      by , 05-02-2017 at 07:55 PM (Fantastical Adventures)
      7/14/13 (L) Value: 1 | “I’m Safe”
      There was one scene lucid, but it was a new way to fight nightmares. I can remind myself that I’m safe over and over again.
      Time: 15-30 seconds

      7/25/13 (L)x2 Value: 0 | Dream Sign: Large Animals
      I can’t remember the beginning, but the world looked similar to Minecraft. I became lucid right near the beginning, and I stabilized the dream. There was some disaster simulator. I hit the flood button, and some water came onto the beach. Then there were some giant animals running onto the land from the water. Every time I saw one, I told myself that I was lucid. I don’t remember anything after that.
      Time: 20-40 seconds

      7/29/13 | Lake Shack, Driving Off a Cliff
      Some cool stuff. West of green mountain (had this in a previous dream) there was a lake and a shack. I remember part of the road to it. It had snow, very thing, and drove the truck down. Don’t remember much here. [New Scene] Dad, Grandpa and I were driving up some cascade mountains (imaginary scenery, but amazing). As we were driving alongside a cliff, I thought to myself, “I don’t want to go off the edge.” Turned a corner at high speed, barely missed a pile of wood. Next corner, too high of a speed, and we drove straight off a cliff, with me flying into the air outside the truck, plummeting to the ground. Then I died. Dad came out and locked on to my tricorder signal. He said, “Yeah, he’s dead.” [Skip][Back at Home] I looked west, and saw smoke from a fire that I previously saw at the shack at the lake. I woke up here.
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    11. Gangster Fail (Blissful Flood)

      by , 04-01-2017 at 10:01 AM
      Morning of April 1, 2017. Saturday.



      I am at first floating over an early evening scene (though it is still daylight) of 1940s gangsters driving around, possibly in Chicago. Being semi-lucid, I automatically perceive the foundation of the dream state as a “blissful flood” (and have since very young), with water flowing in slowly, with beautiful vivid reflections. As water symbolizes sleep and the dream state (even as in the “Little Nemo” comic strip), I feel relaxed, even though some of the gangsters now sit on the roofs of their cars, appearing frustrated that their activities were interrupted. My semi-lucidity fades slightly and I then absentmindedly wonder if this is part of a movie where things had gone wrong with the set due to water from another set (perhaps for a Navy movie) going past a barrier.

      Having been incorporeal, I now seem corporeal. The gangsters eye me suspiciously but do not seem dangerous. I ride with Zsuzsanna in a Venetian gondola, though I do not see the oarsman. Our boat slowly moves past them as they sit on the tops of their 1940s cars to our left, the water halfway up over the windows. Zsuzsanna and I are intimate as my dream moves toward the waking transition (and waking transition symbolism in contrast to dream induction symbolism).

      The water seems more shallow as we go through a tunnel. At first, I am wary of going into a tunnel. It appears that some sawhorse traffic barricades fall over from water coming in from “over itself” at the end of one part of the tunnel (which makes no sense - as if the water was halfway up but somehow solid or remaining in place even at the opening (perhaps somehow jellified), with some “normal” water moving over the original level somewhat like a small waterfall).

      There is light ahead and I get a very vague memory of when Pinocchio was inside a whale, though I do not think that is the case with us. “That’s it, over there,” I say as I point. There is a loose association with the television show in April of 1986 about Al Capone’s vaults (“The Mystery of Al Capone’s Vaults”).

      A young Geraldo Rivera sits on straw on a slightly damp surface inside a larger hollow area. He has a bottle of wine (possibly meant to represent the sole bottle of bathtub gin originally found in the vault). I look very closely at the bottle of wine because there is writing on it. I need to read it and understand its meaning. The brand name of the wine seems to be “Cortex”.



      Even though the preconscious (when it is personified) is almost always a different character, it is easily recognizable by additional clues (often either direct or subliminal identification as the waking prompt and the particular level of consciousness just prior to waking, as the role of the preconscious is to make the dreamer more aware of the fallacy of his temporarily skewed dream self identity and bringing the dreamer out of the dream state) as well as mood, shift in the clarity of a dream, and dominance in many cases. In this case, the common water induction transmutes to the waking symbolism. “Cortex” is a direct clue; “the outer layer of the cerebrum, composed of folded grey matter and playing an important role in consciousness”.


    12. Slightly Different Water Induction; Palm Tree Made of Water

      by , 01-08-2017 at 07:08 AM
      Morning of January 8, 2017. Sunday.



      I shift into the clarity of the opening scene of my first dream of the cycle. It is the typical water induction. I find myself driving down a street in an unfamiliar location. There is firstly a sense that it may be near the ocean though this association changes after a short time. It seems to be early afternoon.

      The street is lightly flooded and it is raining, but the rain stops eventually. I look to my left wondering if Zsuzsanna will appear for a blissful connection. After a time, there are small geyser-like formations that rise from the surface of the water. Eventually, I even see what appears to be a palm tree made of upwards flowing water to my left, on or near the boulevard.

      Even though I have at least one dream of this nature every night, I am only documenting this one due to it having an atypical feature of the palm tree made of flowing water.



      Water symbolizes sleep and the real-time dynamics of sleep and has always been my most common form of dream state induction. In fact, I often hear the (hypnagogic) sound of water flowing when not even fully asleep yet (sometimes natural settings, sometimes related to bathrooms or showers). (Not only that, if I am listening to a recording while falling asleep, I hear a hypnagogic “gloop” sound at various pitches and distances, which sounds much like a pebble breaking the surface of a body of water. This has been the case for over fifty years and directly translates as sleep induction being slightly disrupted by real-life audio.) It stems from the fact that a person spends the first ninth months of their existence sleeping within “water” (perceived as such) and is also related to circadian rhythms and tidal factors (or at least the analogy of tidal factors - as water getting lower over time is a common waking transition for me). Clear water would relate to being more within the natural sleep cycle. Muddy water relates to outer ranges of the sleep cycle, as I discovered as a child. It is probably the most consistent and “reliable” dream feature I have ever experienced.


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    13. Gross Madness

      by , 12-06-2016 at 05:31 PM
      I'm a spectator in this dream. First a man comes into a restaurant and is acting weird. He must give a message to someone but he is uncertain of what to do or who to give the message to. The chef comes out and gives him something. He goes to his next stop & is in line w/ others like himself who are basically being blackmailed into doing things or risk dying. It seems to be on a grand scale. There are now big places being held by ppl doing unspeakable things. It was very gory and gross. Then it turns into a mass brain washing event & ppl are't realizing that they are indebted to some unknown evil. Cops are even killing ppl. People are wearing pig heads, like from real pigs. Gross. The people are going mad in the head. Some are eating large amounts of feces. I want to puke. It's like if you spread out some intestines but it was all poop. Finally a flood starts to come. It looks like the population is being cleansed. Then Meesha woke me up.

      I've had stomach problems due to being sick yesterday so maybe that was the weird poop thing. I'm not sure if there is a meaning here or if it's due to fever & med dreams. I have been paying attention lately to how ppl treat each other now a days & how our earth is being ruined. I find it all so sad. On a side note I just realized I've been so busy that I haven't even looked at the TOTM so I'm going to do that next. I still don't feel well today but I'm doing better. I think I just need a lot of sleep.
    14. Lightly Flooded Streets (with Zsuzsanna and Toby)

      by , 11-19-2016 at 05:19 PM
      Morning of November 19, 2016. Saturday.



      The roads are lightly flooded, though not to an extent that makes Toby’s driving problematic. Toby cheerfully talks of continuing to drive straight on the present road to where we may be arriving at a shopping mall, though he turns left instead after giving information to a traffic cam that he will not be turning. This puzzles me and I am not sure of his motive. I consider that he may not like the idea of being tracked by GPS and may believe that what he said will somehow fool the cam despite the GPS.

      We go up a gradient after turning left and of which is somehow more flooded than the main road and turn off, which of course is not possible as the water would flow downward. The sense of motion in going through the shallow water is very relaxing and peaceful.

      Soon, Toby is suddenly near a building in the distance, as if he had teleported from his car. There are a few times after this scene when the car seems to be driving itself. It is my task each time to bring the car to Toby. The very lightly flooded streets bring a sense of calmness to the location, though there is a slight annoyance at times over Toby teleporting from the car while driving and then us having to find him to take his car to him. At one point, he even seems slightly annoyed when he teleports to the end of a street and has to wait for us to bring his car to him.



      Understanding the real reasons for dream features and events:

      My dream state initiation autosymbolism for this dream is water induction, my most common form, at least one dream per sleep cycle for over fifty years, as water is autosymbolism (as well as an auto-scripting factor from an understanding of the dream state) for the essence of sleep, muscular release, and the absence of emotion in unconsciousness.

      Toby is the driver and in this case is my personified unconscious (which is not as common as the personified preconscious for biological reasons, as most people naturally fall asleep but in contrast require RAS mediation or RAS modulation to wake), and as we are moving through water, it is autosymbolism for my physical body requiring more sleep, as it is not fully a boat. Toby being the driver has no waking life significance in this case and is rendered as a deeper induction thread, as I have not seen him in real life since we were teenagers. (In fact, Toby is rendered as such because he does not represent a factor of waking life, to prevent flawed neural gating and false memory association.)

      Is turning left and going up a gradient significant? Yes, as typically autosymbolism being oriented to the left is reinduction (when I sleep on my left side). However, going up implies an emergent consciousness factor. As a result, the traffic cam can only represent RAS mediation itself, and the water being illogically deeper higher up is based on a subliminal attempt to suppress the emergent consciousness factor. My dream plays out a skewed reinduction loop, somewhat like the opposite of a false awakening. My body wants to sleep more deeply, but there are subliminal environmental or biological distractions. That is basically all this dream signifies. Thank you for reading. Anything that you feel needs additional explaining, feel free to ask.


      Updated 04-01-2018 at 07:04 PM by 1390

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    15. [28-09-2016]

      by , 09-28-2016 at 02:37 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      First dream

      I was in my house, the cellar was extended and took space from where it was to borders of our possession. The wall of cellar was smashed down, there was hole in the floor opening up to some ruins and wall of old sewage cistern could be seen. With family we had to drill through that wall for some reason, I warned them about old sewage but they didn't listened. Using a drill we made a round hole and then father turned on water and crystal clear water started flowing rapidly. I climbed up to cellar and with family we started barricading.

      Second dream

      It was an evening, I was atop an enormous hill with a ruined gothic mansion. I ran around ruins, it was getting darker and darker, I heard ominous whispers. I was about to find someone in there, but I was alone. I thought that running away from ruins, into darkness would change dreams. I ran into darkness and everything became black.

      Third dream

      Blackness faded out and I found myself in that mansion during a summer day. I was there with group of classmates, on a second floor. It was open to a beautiful ravine overgrown with beautiful vegetation. We were wandering around the place, girls were with us but they had to change clothes without coming back to rooms, so we all had to turn back when they did.
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