Morning of May 30, 2017. Tuesday. I am in an unfamiliar home that may be an altered version of our present home. If so, it probably implies the front room (with my computer) as being my bedroom. An unknown female (of about twenty) is present, though I oddly do not perceive her as an imposer. There is some sort of odd act of throwing a number of socks onto the floor to “forecast the future” or to “interpret”. I am not consciously involved in this but go through the motions, although it seems like I threw the socks absentmindedly without the intent of someone “reading” them, and the unknown “interpreter” just happened to show up unexpectedly. The socks are not fully forming an actual word, but there is a vague suggestion of the word “cut” which I notice at first. The “interpreter” mentions that it could relate to a cut I will get, supposedly on my upper left arm. There is a scratch there, but then it does not seem to be there at all. Looking more closely, I see what could be additional socks on the floor in the formation of an uppercase “E”. This would mean that it actually reads “cute”. I start to mention this, but the “interpreter” is no longer present. This is what I get for having been an experienced dream journalist and dream decoder for over fifty years. I do all I can to separate myself from the mindset that believes in “dream interpretation” (in the faddish sense; that is, the superficial pretense one sees all over the Internet, especially inclusive of “dream dictionaries”), but sometimes it is challenging to avoid or ignore all the disinformation and nonsense. (Still, when someone “interprets” another’s dream, it is the “interpreter” that is revealing their own life and how they think, not the dreamer’s, which should be obvious.) As I perceive virtually everything I read about dreams as the opposite of truth (that is, regarding my own lifelong experiences), there is really nothing I can do about it. For example, every single “fact” I have read about sleep paralysis throughout my life contradicts everything I have ever experienced. Thus, I have never read a single thing about sleep paralysis that I perceive as true (for me). (To be honest, I have only read two sentences in my life that were true for me about dreams, one relating to the biological falling start as not having an “interpretation” but serving as a waking trigger, the other relating to how sleep dynamics and circadian rhythms are symbolized in real time by water and how the water is featured.) I find sleep paralysis a blissful state and try to sustain and augment it as much as I can (typically by squinting upwards and letting the waves of pleasurable energy move throughout my body, head to toe). This is usually followed by a rising sensation, which I try to sustain as it is so joyful and linked to feelings of well-being. As for any additional “presence”, it is typically benevolent and loving, not malevolent or “demonic” as most people seem to report. This, and many other experiences throughout my life makes it impossible to relate to many others about dreams and the dream state, which of course, considering that I have worked with dreams all my life and married my literal dream girl, is a tad ironic. The appearance of the socks is a first-level dream sign, as I do not wear socks when I sleep. On a final note, my mother often used the word “cute” as both praise and as sarcasm; it was all in how she said it.
There's a grand performance starting, but I've seen it all before, so I ignore the main plot, move past the crowds and deeper into the building where it's being staged, watching the parade of characters emerging to take their places. The very last to emerge is the witch queen, behind her two enchanted attendants. Since I'm the only audience member here, she takes me aside to tell me my fortune. As she talks, it becomes clear that she's mistaken me for a woman, and that she might not have taken me aside if she knew otherwise. When she pauses to give me a chance to respond, I keep my mouth shut to avoid spoiling the illusion; she's clearly not pleased with my silence but she goes with it. She takes a needle and draws lines of thread through the skin on the back of my hand, talks with thees and thous, and pronounces 'clan' like 'clin.' She asks whether I'll play the role of part of her 'clin', and I agree, which requires a verbal answer. Her attendants take out instruments to arrange the ends of the threads.
January 22, 2015 (With CZ) I was in a queen-sized bed with Zukin and some random guy who was apparently our roommate (and we only had the one bed?). Before going to bed, Zukin had told me that the guy was into me, but I didn't believe her. We always slept with Zukin and I on the sides and the guy in the middle, for some reason. I turned to face the wall, so that they were to my back. I felt his knee on my calf or something, and I didn't move it, wondering what he would do. He scooted closer, so I scooted closer too, and then we were full-on spooning. He hugged my stomach, and I turned to face him, and our legs were all tangled and we cuddled for a while. Just as I felt like I would fall asleep or something, he pushes me away and says something like "Unacceptable... To the VAULT!" And gets up, and goes into the bathroom to get some tools out. I was dumbfounded, and just shouted, "Oh FUCK YOU. It's OVER." He didn't seem to hear me, though. Zukin was laughing silently, and scooted over to whisper to me, "I'll take your place. Let's fuck with the bitch." So we switched places, and when the guy came back, scissors and a few other weird beauty tools in hand, we were both cracking up on the inside. He trimmed some gray hairs from her head (not that she has any IWL), did something really weird with her nails, and then used the round contraption to clamp each of her toenails to make them healthy? He was making random comments about stuff I don't remember. Then he started asking "me" about things like how many credits I had. Zukin was like "Oh I dunno. Kestrel, how many credits do you have?" I answered, and then she relayed he information back to him, who still didn't get that we'd switched places. He was just babbling like an idiot and we both cracked up, deciding he was a bit of a creep, and left him in the bed. We opened the door to the bedroom and it opened into an airplane cabin (from one of the lavatories). We went to our seats, which happened naturally. I looked out the window and saw stunningly blue tropical waters and many islands; an archipelago. This made me realize I was dreaming. I didn't even need to do an RC, I just knew. I turned to Zukin, shook her and shouted, "ZUKIN WE'RE IN MY LUCID DREAM!" She smiled and got all cheerful, giggled a little bit, and I looked back out the window. I controlled the plane right from my seat, just thinking it should go this way or that. I looked out the window as the plane turned and bobbed up and down, and Zukin pointed at something off in the distance. It looked like some sort of massive temple from here, so I willed the plane to go to it. I was suddenly in the cockpit, with windows all over (above, bellow, to the sides) and we dove for the water. We dove underwater and flew through it for a while, then the nose pointed up again and we were almost at the thing we had seen. As we got closer, I saw that they were actually lines and lines and lines of large poles sticking out of the ground. They were painted to look like the furs of big cats. There was one aboriginal man standing amongst the poles, looking up at us. I had shed the rest of the plane; I was now just flying around. I wanted to go back to the bright blue waters, but when I went over the water again, it was all murky and dark. I frowned, closed my eyes, and envisioned the bright blue waters I had seen before. I could see it in my mind's eyes, but when I opened them, the water was still all icky looking. I sighed, and turned back to the land again. I ended up in some weird building, with a layout a bit like my apartment. It was dark and the bathroom looked weird, but it slowly started turning into my apartment. I went into my room, which was just as messy as it is IWL, but in a different way. I found a piece of tissue paper, and put it down on a clear spot of floor because I wanted to find a crystal ball. I noticed an old couple sitting on my bed, but ignored them. When I looked back at the tissue paper, I was pleased to find there was now a crystal ball underneath it. I removed the tissue paper, and started rubbing the crystal ball. I saw swirls and sparks inside it, and closed my eyes to think really hard about the question, "What with the next year bring me?" When I opened my eyes, the crystal ball flashed 4 or 5 strings of words. The first one, which I remember, was, "Glück für dich," which was actually pretty promising (and apparently is the name of a song? Glück für dich. Interesting instrumentals but his voice bugs me a little... Not sure what to think about this song, really) I flashed another German message I can't remember, then a string of numbers, which I also can't remember. but the last thing it flashed was "KI-HI, CCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!" I tilted my head, because that one didn't make any sense. I wondered if the crystal ball was broken, so I closed my eyes to try for a new crystal ball. When I opened them, there was a blue box with a crystal ball in my hands. I shrugged, took it out of the box, and tried again. I started rubbing it, and closed my eyes again, and looked up. The old man must have thought I was weird, because he was like, "Are you alright, miss....?" I shushed him and waved my hand, and my concentration was a little broken, but I looked at the ball anyways. I started to wake up because my alarm went off, and I only managed to catch, in bold, loud fount inside the crystal ball, "LOVE PROSPECTS: " and then opened my eyes in my bed. I was shouting in my head "WHAT ABOUT LOVE. IS IT GOOD?? WHAT WERE YOU GONNA SAAAYYY?!?!"
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