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Morning of September 18, 2014. Thursday.



A dream situation that has been somewhat recurring for a few months (but with different locations or features in each) involves looking into areas of our house that have openings to hidden rooms underground or under our floor (which of course represents exploration of my unconscious domain or even access to the whole of human consciousness). In this particular dream, one of the doors is like a lighter horizontally-hinged swinging type of perhaps fiberboard. It reminds me somewhat of an incomplete dumbwaiter setup. I push it inward for a short time and discover a large cellar-like room below the floor (but by which the higher area is inside the wall) where two hallways on the far end go in both directions. In the area near the hallways, it appears to have a dirt floor. It looks like something had been stored there but I do not contemplate if it is ours or not. It seems it likely is in conscious afterthought.

At a later point, I am in our kitchen and I hear some sort of strange voice (which is somewhat authoritative yet also a bit artificial) speak from our second-youngest son’s room. It may be some sort of dangerous “invader” that is not fully human. I tell it to come out and show itself. Out of the room comes some sort of vague energy, briefly seeming like a large transparent black robot. It speaks again (somewhat menacingly) but by that time I realize that it is my own dream self’s instigation in trying to bring it into a higher clarity and it will not materialize due to my own concept of self-preservation (even though it represents the waking transition). This has happened in dreams all my life, where I (as my unconscious mind) often could not create what could become a more ominous or even disturbing dream. As I have noted before, even my dreams relating to a so-called devil ended up being mostly cartoon-like and comedic.

In another dream immediately offset from this one (as the waking transition “failed” in my first), which has a very cheerful atmosphere and is somewhat lucid but passive, an Asian male and his young son are in a room testing old battery-operated robots of the type I got for Christmas in 1969 though it seems they are or are like completely new toys. The sounds and flashing lights are “perfect” and enjoyable over time. This leads me to ponder on why I had the life-size somewhat menacing (but transparent) black robot in the other dream for a very short time. Still, the flashing lights of the robots represent dawning conscious awareness and eventual waking.

In hopes to augment understanding of this dream, black is the representation in this case, because it is of an anthropomorphic form, of the conscious mind in liminal space. This is evident by the common light of day projection, in this case, from the opening chest of the robot as with my actual toy in reality. The robot opens the doors of its chest as it shuffles about to emit light as toy laser guns. Anything that emits light as such is the conscious self seeking the unconscious perspective to instigate waking through coalescence, the main purpose of final dream segments when they are completed. I realize that my unconscious self is more in control of my transitory waking self here and thus my dream shifts to an offset waking scenario that is far more cheerful but still has the “light of day” (downsized robots, no longer menacing or hidden in any way). At this point, the Asian man is my conscious self nurturing my diminishing unconscious dream self into the waking state, showing me that the light of day (and conscious awareness) is not so bad or mysterious after all.

I'm with a group of people looking around the ruins of this small castle or fortress. I'm trying to track someone down - I don't expect her to be here, but I know she was here sometime in the past.

Switching to third person view, there's a hidden room in the ruins somewhere below us. There's a kid inside, a little boy, the son of the person I was trying to track down. He's been a kid for 170 years. The spell or curse or whatever it is that keeps him frozen in time also means he can only speak for one day in each year. He's listening to us move around over his head, and thinking about how he's saved that one day of speech so he can give us a message now.

That same boy is walking down a suburban street, and he's spotted and recognized by a young woman in a passing car. She tells the driver to pull over, and he does. Her name's Giselle, and though she's a vampire she's never killed anyone - she's been kept away from people by the man driving the car and his wife, her sort of self-appointed guardians. They feel some kind of personal responsibility for her, but they're very nervous around her. They're looking particularly nervous right now, as she gets out and talks to the kid. She's very friendly, she's delighted to see him, but without really thinking about it, when she gets close enough she bites his throat. She can't help it. As a disembodied observer, I'm thinking that she's going to wind up serving as a sort of adopted mother to the kid, and it'll work out well for both of them as far as that goes. But I'm also thinking that this is a sign that our - her, me, the kid, the kid's mother, some other people - our window of opportunity to become human is closing for this timeline. Once we've missed that opportunity, we'll inevitably wind up dying off one by one - the timeline wrapping up loose ends.

12-17-2012 -- I'm in my bedroom in the middle of the night, perhaps in my current house ... not too sure. I am trying to find a time when nobody is in the hall or the kitchen so I can sneak two gallon jugs of urine to the restroom. There are hints of cat or dog poop on the floor, both smelling, and having to be avoided, and maybe a hint of something about my sister, but that bit really wasn't too clear.

Somehow it leads to a sort of city scene in a park-like setting (feels kind of like Boisseranc) with a bit of a cop / spy sort of feeling to the setting. I'm hiding from somebody who isn't really an enemy, in fact, almost a friend. Three bombs fall out of the sky just a couple of blocks away, in the direction they're coming from, and I am getting a little bit worried.

I start to run in that direction, and soon find my friend. We're right near a house, and we're being told to hide it in, and to crawl into a hidden cellar through a vent in the kitchen. I am worried about this, fearing the cramped area it might be, but as I drop into it, I find it is instead a very large room with easy access through several vents in the house, and it could almost be comfortable.

The other guy who is with me doesn't like it at all, but I don't have too much problem with it, though some furniture or something might be nice. There is a cute blonde (or perhaps a red head) napping in a chair, and I decide to pretend to be asleep as well, to try and get close to them. Suddenly there is a large, but shallow pool here, and I fall into it while still pretending to be asleep, which really isn't working out all that well. Just about the time I get close enough to randomly flop an arm against her in my sleep for a gentle caress, the lovely lady has turned into a marmalade cat. Phooey. But still nice to pet.

Now the other guy has turned into two guys. Their identity isn't an exact thing, but rather a type. It is like Fraiser and Niles Crane or some other pair of brothers or close friends who also fight and compete a lot. There was another comparison, but I can't remember the other pair, and can't decipher my writing at that bit, either, so I'm afraid I've lost that bit. Anyway, suddenly the two guys and the gal are all running after a younger kid, and I follow along.

I am making up some kind of theory of the guys seeing the younger kid as a grandson or nephew, and the lovely lady seeing him (and them) in a similar way that leaves her open and available for me. Anyway, we're running through the park-like area again, passing a ball field before we come to what almost seems to be a country club or something. Very fancy place.

Wandering through, I spot somebody who almost seems to be a cross between Luralee and Irene B., who I think I know, but it turns out to be somebody else. I continue wandering around with the teen kid and the lady, and soon find I have removed some sort of long lapel pin or something, and I keep sticking myself with it as I try and store it in a pocket. Ouch.

Soon it is just myself and the lovely lady, and we end up playing miniature golf on a course at the country club. We're several holes in, and I find myself making two holes-in-one on slightly trick holes where if you make it into a certain hole on your first shot, it is an automatic hole-in-one. Problem is, I seem to have bypassed a couple of holes by wandering to another part of the course, so I have to figure which holes I got the perfect scores on.

The course is all themed to a sort of Jurassic Park theme, but in miniature, with tall palm trees and huge tyrannosaurus rex that come up to about your knee. Very nice looking, and some fun holes to play, but I have to find my lady again and manage to get the score card corrected.

As I claim my ball from one of the automatic holes-in-one, I find two or three other balls, and am trying to find the people they belong to, including one lady who thought she had lost her ball and went to get another one, and never realized she'd scored a hole-in-one. Very fun dream.