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This one is boring, you probably shouldn't read it. I'm only posting it because I've had so few this month that I've been able to remember when I wake up. I'm curious though, the first 2 months I was keeping a dream journal, I'd recall several dreams a week, even multiple dreams per night, but now... slim pickins... Well, here it is anyway.

Uneventful
Non-lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

I'm walking outside of the house in which I grew up. My family is living there, and I've been away for some time, possibly at college. My sister and mom are playing in the yard, and my dad is presumably inside. I head for the side yard, and where it used to be a large grassy area with a cherry tree in the middle, there were now stables and a large, fenced in area. I look into the stables as I walk past and see miniature horses inside, a few chewing on some hay, others roaming the pasture area, and still others chillin in their stalls. There are also Canada geese walking around, as domesticated, not free roaming animals. I approach my mom, and we talk bit about the changes they've made since I've been gone. I think it's pretty cool that they've built this stable, and it will be so good for the family to have the extra income coming in from the geese and mini horses.

Time Lost

I'm outside with my sister and my dad, near a campfire on the far side of the pasture from the house. It's daytime, mid afternoon, and the fire has burned down to red coals. My sister is lighting small fireworks, watching them shoot up and explode. I approach them, just as she lights a new firework. This one shoots up about 15 feet into the air and explodes into silver powder, which then erupts into a massive fireball. I can feel the heat and the change in pressure, though I'm about 30 feet away. It seemed almost as if there were a hydrogen balloon behind the cloud of silver dust that was burning, Idk. I came closer, making some comment about that last one, when my dad hurriedly runs over and picks up the spent capsule the firework was contained in with tweezers. He tosses it into a beaker which contains some kind of milky, translucent mixture. He swirls it around, and it begins to foam up. He stirs it some more, and it does so again. He is trying to save some of the explosive material to make more fireworks.

Time Lost

I'm heading back outside, looking for something, I'm not sure what. I head over towards the stables, and go through the gate. I head inside, looking at the miniature horses. They're all in their stalls now for the evening. It's about 6pm, the sun is still up, but the light is beginning to fade. I walk through the pasture, and whistle for a horse to come over to me so I can pet it. For some reason, the horses are not all in their stalls now, a few of them are standing in the space between the stalls in the middle of the stable. Then I make the Click Click thing with my tounge, and the horse looks up at me and starts my way. Unfortunately, a goose is attracted by my whistling and clicking, and decides to come over to me. The horse looses interest and bends down to graze. I'm a bit annoyed by the stupid goose, but will settle for petting it instead. I hold my hand out and the goose pulls its head back, investigates it and allows me to touch it. I touch the side of its head, and go to stroke its neck, but it takes a snap at me. I try this a couple more times, and get mad. Finally I decide that I don't care what it does, I want to pet it! I quickly stick my arm out, and stroke it all the way from its head to its body. It's now the goose's turn to get mad, and it takes another snap at me, this time, actually nicking my finger. I reach out to tousle the feathers on its head, and it chomps down on my fingers, as if it were trying to gnaw with it's little beak teeth. My fingers are inside the goose's mouth for several seconds, and I remember thinking that I had always believed it to be really painful to be snapped by a goose, but it didn't hurt that bad at all!

This dream starts off with one of my nephews having passed away. When it starts, I am with his mother and my mother at his grave and we are highly upset. Everything we placed on the grave had been moved around the grave so that it no longer looked organized, and someone had dug up his coffin. While it looked like nothing had been stolen off him or out of the coffin itself, they had altered the way he was lying inside of it so that his body was in odd shapes and angles. While we try to figure out who would have done such a thing, we all move to fix him, re-bury his coffin, and organize all his gifts on his grave once more.

Strangely enough, the scene changes to where and when we are having the funeral. The place it's held in seems to be of castle-like qualities based on the interior. The rooms are vast and the funeral homes have decorated every single wall with quotes from our's and his past, and pictures. One in particular catches my attention, though I cannot remember what exactly was on it. Eventually we all proceed to what seems to be an altar-like area for the ending ceremonies. The pastor talks and once he's done, all of the immediate family including me partner up with someone else in the room. Once we have done so, we mount horses and ride off towards the distance, as the castle is all of a sudden gone. The farther we leave from where the castle had been, the more I become awake until I am completely pulled from sleep.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

20:30 GMT – sleep

Planes crash
Two airplanes crossing the sky right above my head are clearly going to crash one into the other a bit further ahead. I m with my dad who starts running to see it and I grab my camera to film it when it happens. I think we’re maybe being morbid and cold-blooded but the fact is there’s nothing we can do to prevent it from happening.
When we reach the crash site, we only see smoke and pieces of metal scattered all over. Later I learned a few people escaped alive but not when it crashed on the ground – they had been rescued when the plane was still on air, by some team who entered the plane in distress and gave some parachutes to selected people. They couldn’t save everybody – maybe not enough parachutes and I tried to imagine being one of the persons being left behind and the despair these persons might have felt.

Cousins
Staying at some place and waiting for my cousin Cris to join me there. She arrives all excited about a new job she has. Later, our cousin Rui also appears and strangely the crush I had for him as a child, rises up for no reason at all.

Storm
I’m at some apartment in a strange circular building on the outside, which funnels down in a spiral with inner verandas and terraces on the inside. It’s a very stormy weather outside and I close down the windows and shutters and it gets really warm and comfy inside. When shutting the last window I see someone outside who is either in danger from the storm or with whom I want to talk, but either way, I decide to go outside on purpose for this person.

Wounded horse
When I go outside, the building becomes a hill with green grass and lavender and many forest animals roaming around. No more stormy weather. To go faster to the bottom of the hill, I fly there. Other people are trying to do the same and fly up or down, but they are flapping their arms and look exhausted, so I try to show them how to simply glide effortlessly. When I arrive down there I encounter a huge biodiversity and also lots of animals which are alive, others that are dying and others already dead. I see a horse with a wounded leg and I really want to help but don’t know how.

2:30 GMT

Stalker
Now I’m in a same kind of building as before, but this one goes underground so to go from top to bottom, I have to go down a spiral staircase so I just jump all the floors to the (under)ground level. A guy who’s down there gets absolutely amazed by that. I then mingled with people but notice that he is following me. He finally stepped into my way and asked me if I was such and such person. At first I didn’t know what he was talking about but then I realised we had met before many times already and we had a world in common. He was totally obsessed with this idea we were soul mates. And he was cute and all but I didn’t feel anything special for him at all. He was getting touchy and holding my hands and I had to tell him I have a boyfriend, but he wasn’t letting himself be discouraged by that, so I had to escape from him.

Mafia war-like game
I disappeared in the crowd and found a group of faces I recognised from prep and high school. They were among a group of people organizing a game which I joined. Each individual or couples were given documents and/or objects representing a company or a business. Then we had to either steal, buy or merge with other companies and the person with more businesses in the end would win. The game could go on for days and people had to go around doing fairly normal lives in this common space (building) where there were a cantina, a gym, rooms, and everything else we needed to hang there.
In the beginning I was stealing documents from the most naïve persons, but then I started feeling bad about it and decided to instead make friendship with them and establishing agreements to merge or buy. I decided to only be aggressive to those who were aggressive to others. As aggressive and violent players were forming alliances between them, the game was getting more serious, because they would step on no matter whom to get control of others businesses, like a mafia. I had made merges, but in all agreements I kept the ownership, because I was stronger than my partners and businesses would be safer with me, but I was also being badly hunted down because so many businesses were concentrated on me. As a lonely wolf, I thought the docs would be safer with me, but only if I was not caught, so I was mostly hidden and attacking these bad guys whenever I had a shot. I managed to steal the documents of one of the biggest baddies’ group. Then they were infuriated and hunting me down and I wondered when the game would end, because they were taking it extremely seriously and would resort to violence if they'd catch me.

6:00 GMT – wake up

I hadn't dreamed last night, so after waking up, I took a nap, and fell straight from closing my eyes into a LD, which surprised me seeing as I've only ever had 1 LD before this.

Anyway, I opened my eyes and was standing on a cobbled street. It looked like the main road through my village, except in olden times, and someone rode through on a horse and cart. Standing there, I suddenly thought, I'm dreaming. I remember really vividly the beating of my heart as I got excited. I decided to try out some of the things people often do in lucid dreams. I crossed the street and walked through a wall. On the other side there was just blackness, so I imagined a sweet shop, and it appeared. Still not used to walking through walls, I left through the door and flew through the street. My first time flying. I decided I wanted some adventure. I landed in a snowy area off the road. A car and a van drove towards me on either side of me. A huge crowd had gathered, and they were screaming at me to run. I saw a locked door and tried to walk through it, but I was too excited and scared. I ran away, and a man got out of the lorry and jumped on a beautiful wild horse to chase me. People were cheering me on. I remember feling so glad to have come to this world, for somer reason. I kicked the man in a rush of adrenaline, and he fell off his horse. The horse was panicked. I wanted to calm it and ride it, so I chased it. It ran down a valley of snow. I had almost got it, when everything went black. I realised aftr a minute that I had woken up.

I remember a lot of this dream. It was completely non-lucid, but it was pretty vivid especially in the part with the wooden horses and in the room at the end, which had a view of the island. This is the first dream I've remembered in such detail since my first lucid dream that I had two days ago

My memory starts with me being some sort of pirate (or maybe a treasure hunter, but either way, what I was is insignificant). There may have been quite a bit of dream before this, but I don't remember any of it other than a vague image of me riding on a horse in third person. Anyways, heres where it starts. I had a ruby colored gem. It seemed to have value. There was a statue of some sort that seemed to be me, or to represent me, but it wasn't me. The statue was on a ship (A typical ship off of any PotC movie), and it was holding the gem. Somehow it was decided by someone other than myself that there would be a contest. The gem would be fired a distance away, and the one who retrieved it would get a prize of 1000 something, maybe dollars, but probably some other unit. There may have been no unit at all. Three people – me and two others, all on horses – were the ones to retrieve it. Something similar to a ballista shot was fired, with the gem on the end of it, from the statue onto land several miles away onto the island.

We rode off towards the place that the arrow had landed, which was a fortress looking thing surrounded by a large number of trees. All of this dream was at night, yet it was well lit. The dream sort of skipped to were it landed (or maybe I forgot?). There was something like a storm drain on a flat section of inside the large fortress building. It wasn't a road or a sidewalk, but I know it wasn't a floor like inside a house. The large ballista shot had become about the size of an arrow, still with the hexagonal gem attached to the end of it. It fell into the the very large storm drain-like hole (which was big enough to get into). At first I thought that the gem was lost into a bottomless pit. I looked and it delicately rested on these strange wooden horses that were all in at rows (at least two rows, possibly more), which I could for the most part only see the faces of. I precariously lowered my legs down, not wanting to jump without carefully planning it (lest I fall and hit my nuts on the horses). I can't remember whether I caused it or whether it simply happened, but the horses shifted a bit and the arrow fell still deeper into the very dark hole. I was disappointed because I could not get the gem without jumping in, and I couldn't jump in. By this point I had forgotten about the other two riders, it had simply turned into a race to get the gem. Now my sister, maybe becoming one of the riders, but not riding a horse at all, had retrieved the gem using a string with a stick tied to the end of it (or vice versa, I can't remember), and gum on the end of that to get the gem to stick to the gum and then pull it out. I was annoyed by this even in the dream because it didn't seem possible; the gem, having about a rock's weight and being about 2x1x1 inches, would not have stuck to the gum without something to push the gum hard against it (which would not have been possible with the string), in which case it still probably would have fallen off (I guess I should have RC'ed here since it didn't make any sense). My sister (who was nothing like my sister but simply represented her) gave me and someone else, I'm guessing the other rider, some candy: very good tasting jellybeans and some other type of candy, possibly smarties. These seemed to give me something to be happy about even though I had lost the competition and the gem. I went to an upper room that looked similar to a room on a level on the game Star Wars Battlefront on the level Yavin 4 Arena, yet with stairs in the back of the room and no side pathway out. I wake up right after this if I remember correctly.

1) I am in an assembly held by my deputy-headteacher. He says "Now, I'm not trying to spoil your day, but I have to tell you about how many people had unprotected *** or stabbed each other last year," he points out, "But it has got to stop. I'm sure this year will be much better." we all leave to go to our tutor groups.
When we get there, my form tutor says to me, "Unfortunately ********, you have a very bad case of stabbing (I was stabbed in reality with a pen) With a person like your old best friend (there she is AGAIN!). People with that condition cannot be stopped. You cannot do anything to restrain them. You can only watch the sharp and heavy object sail towards your face..." I see a club coming to bash me.

2) I am watching a cinema-type screen. It says the names of various countries and their flags come rolling across. I notice that they all look like Sweden's flag. I think that this is strange and miss an obvious lucid chance. The film ends. I and the person who is standing next to me (my English teacher?) are led to a room where there are horses. I have a beautiful white one called snow. We tack up and are led to a stadium (a shop) where there are lots of jumps. Each jump has a flag next to them. I jump Japan and Denmark but Snow then sees cows and sheep being led around and bolts at a fast gallop. I am barely able to stay on, but when I see she is headed for the meat stall, I jump off; keeping hold of the reins and whip her back mid-jump. The man who runs the stall shakes his fist angrily at me. I try again, with exactly the same scenario again.

Drizzt and Transformers

I was in a big room. It was a battle arena of some sort. I had a small transformer maby about 1 foot tall. There were a bunch of other transformers boosting around the area fighting. I saw a few other people telling them what to do (kinda like pokemon selecting attacks). One of the evil transformers managed to get some object which apparently when fused with the transformer would make him unstoppable. I was chasing the transformer with mine as is sped towards its master. I dont remember what happened next but I was in some small sort of cardboard box. It was like a cell. I though "fuck this!" and walked out. There were two guard guys who didnt seem to care that I just walked out of the cell. I was wondering where that evil guy was. He was only half my height. I was gona find him and smash him! I realised I was dreaming but didnt do any RC's or stabilize. I was looking all over for the kid when I found a big white horse outside. I jumped on and started riding with no saddle. It was great! I was going really fast through the country. There were pine forrests on either side of me. Thats when I remembered my task. I dismounted the horse and started running towards the forrest. I tried to pull scimitars out my my sides but there werent any. It felt like I was wearing a sweatshirt that was a few sizes too small. I said out loud "I am Drizzt Do'Urden" and looked at my hands as I imagined them becoming a dark grey/black but they didnt turn. Then the dream started destabilizing. I tried to hold on to it but it slipped and I woke up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID PRECOGNITIVE

Around 0:00 GMT

Nudist beach
Was at a beach with some friends and some people were passing by on the beach, completely naked. I commented with my friends that I didn't know that was allowed on that beach.
[It seems it was precognition, because today I received an invitation from a friend to go to a party at a nudist's beach. I don't think I'm going.]

At 2:40 GMT

Dry riverbed and fries at a snack-bar
Missed the beginning but was crossing a very dry riverbed, thinking that a torrent coming down at that moment would kill me. Some friends were waiting on the other side, which was a hill. [Then a gap] We're at a snack bar on a line choosing what we want to eat. Everybody is choosing fries. I think I shouldn't but end up asking the same thing. I remember it was around 7 EUR all together and I want to pay with a 50 EUR bill. The cashier says she has no exchange and I need to look better and find 10 EUR on my wallet. Then I struggle to get all the coins in the wallet.

Apartments with glass walls and a horse
[Then another gap.] I find myself inside a building, I'm in the hallway and the walls have horizontal glass stripes so I can see to inside the appartments. They are luxurious. Then it gets absurd and I only remember there was a horse in one appartment and my mother discussing with me this was not good - for the horse, I guess.

At 3:50 GMT

Walking house
I'm inside a walking house (ever saw the Walking Castle, from Hayao Myizaki? It was similar). The house stops walking on a hill, everything inside the house is therefore in a steep angle. My mother is the kitchen cooking chickpeas and cabbages. I look for the toilet. I find a big one,with white tiles all over. There are two condoms on the floor, apparently not used. I think I should put them on the garbage, so I pick them up. Then my former boss enters the toilet and I feel embarassed. I explain to her that I was just going to put it in the garbage but she couldn't care less. She just asks me "I need to know if you are working for any corporation." I was "What??? No." Then she kept asking questions but I don't remember anything else. It felt totally absurd and the dream collapsed.

At 5:00 GMT

A secret dream
I had a full length dream, but it's personal so I won't talk about it.

At 7:00 GMT

School/college
I'm with some more people, walking down some street in a strange neighbourhood. We're late for something and apparently I'm the only one who knows where we are going, but can't really remember what it is. I just keep going looking for something familiar. I find the place, it looks like a school. We enter a huge large hallway. Lots
of small children playing and chatting. One little girl touches my butt and I think "Kids don't respect me. They've always treated me as if I'm still one of them. Not even now that I'm almost 30 years old, they don't feel intimidated."
Later I'm in an amphitheatre on a class but no longer with kids but college students. My boyfriend is by my side and one of my old colleagues and friend of mine is in the middle of the room. He is teasing the teacher, who is what I would call a "cougar". He is being ironic about something but she takes it personally and considers he is flirting with her. She gets blushed and leaves the room for a while. When she comes back she has a bigger cleavage and she is clearly flirting with him now. I laugh.
Later I'm on the common room, lot and lots of students, they all look foreign, all blond. I sit by the side of a guy but his girlfriend looks at me with piercing eyes, so I move on. I go up some stairs outside and enjoy jumping around over a metallic structure, that seems to be some strange sculpture but kids use to play.


Another secret dream
I had another secret dream that I won't share. Sorry.

Visiting a foreign city
I'm with my father in some foreign city. He never travels with me, so he was very excited to be there with me this time and insists we must take pictures to remember that special day. We see a structure near a harbour, that is really cool to photograph but he is not getting the right angle, so I tell him to sit there for a while and I go some other way to see it from another angle. On my way I find a very nice pink building that is the Embassy of Switzerland. I still don't know what country we are, but the sign is in English. In front of this embassy, on the other side of the street, there's a kind of fence in stone or concrete and below is a river or canal. I lean against this fence to take a picture of the embassy building but a guard comes and says it's not allowed, so I say ok and move on. Almost reaching my father again I pass by a cute house with a lovely balcony or porch with beautiful plants. I try to get a picture when I see a couple inside and they seem to be arguing about something. The girl gets upset that I'm taking a picture so she starts making grimaces and poses. I realise she is speaking german, but the guy seems to be portuguese. They ruin my picture so I go get to my dad. [Potentially a precognitive dream, to be confirmed in the future.]

It all started when i remember being in my dad's car. I was in the front seat, staring at the GPS. Sam and Ken were in the backseat. I guess i was uncomfortable with the way we were going because I said, "Dad, can we go the other way?" I indicated a circle with my index finger on the GPS. He replied, "Sure. And that's going back through our neighborhood and I need to stop for I am uncomfortable in these clothes."
So we made a U-turn and headed back towards the house.

Once we got there, it was my mom's house, oddly. I remember just standing in the kitchen and watching my dad walk in. Without shutting the door, he went into the laundry room. He came out in my step-mom's kacki's (however you spell those) and high heels. Very odd, I never thought that I could have been dreaming. Later on, my dad had made some weird honeycomb like thing. I remember being in my old childhood dining room. My dad then ate the honeycomb.

A little while later, I remember my Ken coming to tell me that my step-mom and dad were in a fight. Something about honeycombs LOL.

A little while later, I'm not sure if i was in the same dream or a different one, but I was in my room staring at a horse that I had no idea how it had gotten there. The next part I'm not gonna say.
After that weird episode I was looking into my closet for some reason. It was like I was organizing books or something. Then i woke up.

Black = AwakeBlue = LucidRed = Dream

Location: A College or large school of some sort

I am in some sort of college classrom, and my 7th grade math teacher, Mr. Chawgo, also our baseball coach, is teaching some sort of class. It was either world history or some type of math. Nobody was doing anything. I start hearing something like a horse naying outside. We were all just sitting there, and Mr. Chawgo was lying back in his wheelie chair when our assistant principal walks in. He says, "Whose horse is that?" Jason says it's his, so i look out the window, and sure enough, theres a brown horse tied to a post with a bunch of cars parked all around it. It keeps making noise and trying to get away, but the cars just beep their horns at it.

We all decide to walk downstairs, and grab some baseballs and baseball gloves. Mr. Chawgo hurls one at me from 15 feet away and, even though i haven't played baseball in 8 years, i manage to catch it perfectly. We then start walking down my high school gym hallway, and as we xit, we are just outside what appears to be my sisters college. As we round the corner the assistant principal walks up and tells Jason he needs to get his horse. He says O.K. and goes to get it. I then see some sort of sign with a diagram of the school and the boundries / roads round it. It looked like a the white house from above, only flat and not as fancy. I also shows where we are and where Jason's hose is, which is when i then woke up.

Morning of April 9, 2006. Sunday.



How wrong can a partly scripted and incubated lucid dream go of indulging in lovemaking while in a flying chariot (pulled by bronze winged horses) above an endlessly continuing large city? Well…guess. Try it, and you will probably see what I mean.

My wife Zsuzsanna as Vulnavia and I are in a partly undefined area. This area of course starts out as the bed in light sleep paralysis but has motion and movement over time into a cityscape. Regardless of the recent romance in reality (which automatically triggers this form of light sleep paralysis and blissful lucid dreaming in the first place), that only makes my dream’s essence more soothing and “realistic”. Well…make that in some ways.

I look ahead at the “realistic” rendering. At times, other than the regular team, I see a few stray horses at quite a distance ahead, yet somehow I know they are still pulling our chariot (which I seem to know has the Roman numeral for six on the side; VI). (For some reason, this scene of a horse being way ahead of our vehicle yet still guiding it somehow, has occurred a few times though in different context. Added August 11, 2015; for example “A stolen candy bar wrapper and a girl with golden skin” from May 15, 2014, which also ended with a play on “golden calves” and as with that later dream, I am concerned about “how we will make the corner properly” at one point, though relating to the tops of buildings in this case.)

There is a strange physical awareness that the chariot cannot maintain horizontal orientation, though that is more of a benefit in this scenario than a distraction. There are transitions in setting between bed and chariot, a bit like typical in-dream environmental bilocation. Mouths press together sensually and at times, there is a sense of slight vertigo at being so high in the sky. I have to check the horses now and then to make sure they know where they are going. A large flock of birds disrupts our otherwise smooth flight and wild lovemaking at one point. Well, I suppose that was almost a certainty.

After a time, in getting closer to clock towers and whatnot, I accidentally perceive the notion of supposedly linear time and how to “properly” perceive time. Of course, in dreams, that can be an attention-altering mistake.

We are still having fun. “Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh.”

(Who said that?)

Of course, a chariot and a sleigh are two completely different things (try telling your dream-self that). Unfortunately, the power and speed of self-as-dream-maker thought simply does not care. Thought does not wait to check itself for logic or run self-diagnostics (other than in apex lucidity I suppose, but this is a level down from there).

Thus we are now making love in a bed on a raised platform under a candy cane canopy in a Christmas display (in April, yet) - Gimbels I think (though not extant in reality). I am concerned about visitors though there is only one male who vaguely reminds me of Phil Silvers, but I know many more people are going to be coming in soon. My wife is up and out and in Vulnavia’s white fur outfit.

“Have you seen Santa?” he asks. Oh, how stupid. I have to remain under the sheets, completely undressed, as I cover my head as much as possible. I feel him tugging on the sheet near my feet and lower legs. It is very clear. “Santa? Santa? Come out of there Santa.” I need to teleport back to our “real” bed and I do. (Apparently, Zsuzsanna had been lightly caressing my leg with her foot in reality in her half-sleep.)

Update August 11, 2015. I just realized that “Phil Silvers” is possibly a play on “Feel Shivers”.

Morning of September 13, 1988. Tuesday.



I am in my L-shaped apartment in the King Street boarding house. An attractive but mysterious woman in black (including black lace and a hat) is riding a black horse. She rides from due south from Tenth Street and then northwesterly into the backyard. She is actually able to ride effortlessly vertically up the side of the house, over the south outer wall, to the right of my window (from my perspective), and likely (seemingly) somehow continues over the roof and northward. In some ways, this seemed “menacing” in implication (mostly regarding consensus, though), but there was no apparent threat, especially in afterthought.

Her overall appearance, being the seeming presence and essence of my usual “mystery girl”, but a bit older here, was the same as my wife-to-be. I would make real-life contact with her in 1991. The seeming implication here was that she was south of me (in Australia) and I would make first communication with her by mail from my sister’s house, which was on the north-side of La Crosse. (The King Street house was on the south-side of La Crosse.) The black horse is seen as the “future yet to be” or the “movement of mystery” coming into my life’s path. The black horse is loosely linked to the black swan theme (relating to Australia), perhaps, though black itself is simply the unknown or again, implying the “yet to be” or “things to come”.

Morning of October 6, 1979. Saturday.

Dream #: 4,674-04. Optimized 1 minute 30 second read.





My dream implies I am in an ongoing monster movie called “In a Nutshell” in Cubitis. Although it is vivid, my emotions are not intense enough to initiate wakefulness as I summon the essence of horror to serve my dream’s imaginary narrative. (I often do this by habit to manifest ASMR, the “spine tingling” that brings about bliss, but which is rarely complete in this mode of dreaming.)

My father is near at one point, sitting on the bed, but only as a backstory commentator.

Most scenes occur in semi-darkness in the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house (not where I am sleeping in reality but still the result of background awareness I am in bed).

The featured monster begins its life by growing inside an egg that mimics a walnut. I see one of them prematurely hatch as a tiny black horse that jerks about on its side on the floor - reminiscent of a mosquito larva (“wriggler”). This one may be dying because of hatching too quickly (though I hit the “walnut” with a hammer as a requirement of the “movie’s script”). (There is no outcome here, only a transition to another scene.)

The adult form of the monster is a mutant bear that has poisonous porcupine quills. It hunts people for food. There is a nighttime scene when I am “surprised” by the creature (though it is metacognitive summoning and pretending). It occurs as I walk around a corner of the Cubitis house (at its south end). The monster lifts its arms, but it does not attack me.

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Metacognitive Dreaming Responses:

Predominant bedroom setting.

REM atonia (something enclosed or its movement restricted; the tiny “horse” inside the “walnut”).

Sleep myoclonus (the wriggling “horse” on its side, modeling my sleeping position, as a horse typically appears when anticipating my physical mobility after waking).

Association with “hibernation” or sleeping (the mutant bear).

“Around the corner” metacognitive summoning (a deliberate dreaming element since early childhood). In a childhood dream, the result was a dog coming from around the same corner. It jumped up to press against my chest, resulting in a myoclonic awakening.

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Influences:

The movie “Prophecy” (1979).

The movie “The Valley of Gwangi” (1969).

The Crazy Magazine parody of “The Waltons” titled “The Walnuts” (1974).

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Optimized 1 minute 30 second read.

Thursday morning, 7 April 1977.

Cosmic Dawn (Wild Haflinger Horse in Front Yard)

Dream # 3,762-02.

I am standing in my front yard near the south side of our driveway in Cubitis early in the morning. The sun is incorrectly rising in the west.

A beautiful Haflinger horse is standing nearby. It faces me from the south near the first small silver oak tree. I think its name might be Cosmic Dawn, but I also vaguely consider “Cosmic Dawn” may be the name of a movie I am making. I try to recall if the horse is mine.

I calmly approach the horse to pat its nose, anticipating a spiritual connection. It suddenly seems afraid of me. It backs away and neighs loudly and unrealistically. It gallops to the highway, making stiff, unrealistic dancing and kicking movements with bizarre wriggling reminiscent of a mosquito larva.

Despite the increasingly surreal imagery as the horse continuously bucks as it progresses south, it briefly seems like a mechanism controlling the cosmos, including the movements of planets and stars. The night sky is visible through parts of the morning sky near the western horizon only.

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Lucidness and conscious bias seemed to result in the bizarre outcome. I often have more control of dream content in the second half of my sleep cycle with less lucidness (because of conscious bias), including when my dream self has no recall of what “dreaming” is but intuitively recognizes the essence and inconsequentiality of non-reality.

Ultimately, a horse corresponds with my ongoing perception of my imaginary physicality while in the dream state. My dream body and other imagined physical aspects of non-reality are not always stable, and awareness of that factor was present here. My dream made me realize that temporality outside of consciousness is ambiguous, as the night sky is visible through the sunrise in the wrong direction.

This dreaming experience integrates a real-world influence regarding a younger former schoolmate tying his horse to the first silver oak tree from our driveway. He had come to talk to my father about something his parents wanted. I was no longer going to school since age fifteen. I was not with him at any point, but I watched his horse through my window.

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Afternoon of January 7, 1973. Sunday. In-depth revision on Sunday, 22 April 2018.



Scene one: My dream starts with my semi-lucid dream self walking south beyond the backyard of my Cubitis home (the backyard being on the east side of the house) in late afternoon, close to the railroad tracks. I do not attempt to actively auto-script my dream but I do summon some schoolmates into the setting, which discernibly includes (in order of real-life familiarity) Toby, Brenda, Steve W, Tina, and Sharla. I contemplate experiencing a science-fiction adventure. Walking a short distance from my home, behind what would be the second house south of mine, there is an area where the railroad tracks had somehow seemingly been pulled upwards. Looking up at the bent and twisted railroad tracks, which are at least twelve feet in height, creates vague vertigo. The feature also reminds me of a ladder. From here, we soon come to an old wooden sign, with “FORBIDDEN LAND” (in two rows, that is “FORBIDDEN” written above “LAND”) sloppily painted in red. Despite the sign, I know we are going to explore the area.

Scene two: Eventually, after walking east, we find ourselves in a small isolated town of which has the overall appearance of Dodge City, from the “Gunsmoke” television series, though there are a few additional modern features. When we are inside a restaurant and there is noise outside, like amplified galloping and implications of an earthquake, there are people talking about this event as if it occurs on a regular basis, at a certain time each day around noon. We notice plaster falling from the ceiling as whatever it is passes by, down the dirt street. There are not many cars and most are from the early 1960s. There is talk of a giant white horse. It is said that it is a hundred hands high, which is about 33 feet. I realize that the damage to the railroad tracks was caused by the giant horse galloping across that area. Despite the damage it has caused to the buildings (apparently the people are always rebuilding), the giant horse apparently does not go after people.

Scene three: We make our way up a mountain, but I am on my own in the final view. I am looking down over a large field, mostly featureless except for a lake in the right of my view, though there is also a cluster of trees beyond. The giant white horse was a mother that had been looking for her foal which she has now just found. The giant foal is drinking from the lake, which is not much bigger than him. I sense that they will go north to another land and no longer be problematic for the town. My dream takes on a very peaceful and positive tone. I feel very happy upon waking.

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Threads of scene one explained: The vague vertigo is a dynamic of vestibular system correlation (and the lack of viable awareness of my real physical body as I am sleeping), even in the intriguing ambiguous railroad tracks to ladder association, a ladder implying the potential to rise up from the dream state or augment lucidity.

Threads of scene two explained: My subliminal conscious self chooses the “Gunsmoke” set in recognition of my dream being like a movie or television show (unrelated to real life), which has been the case in a number of other dreams. Additionally, I typically pick the farmland to the east in such dreams (though it sometimes resets to being back closer to my house) as I was unfamiliar with its overall real-life appearance as I had never gone there and could only see some of it from my backyard. This way, my lack of experience with what the area looked like benefited the imaginary layout of my dream (even though my dreams do not render locations correctly anyway, to avoid associations with waking life memory). The restaurant in scene two seemed modeled somewhat after my middle school’s cafeteria, though was only around half the size. The attention to the plaster falling from the ceiling is a focus on liminal space division while in the dream state. It is more linked to vestibular system correlation than is doorway waking symbolism (or other subliminal anticipation of the dream ending).

Threads of scene three explained: In this dream, the emergent consciousness factor, more commonly rendered as an animal in childhood dreams, is the giant white mare. In the final waking event, my dream self, perceived as the foal, due to its incomplete nature while in the dream state, is found by way of the preconscious transition, without any conflict. This is a type of coalescence event which activates consciousness. The final dynamic is the very common water lowering waking symbolism, key autosymbolism for leaving the dream state since early childhood.

Conclusion: The main concept of this dream (the giant horse) was borrowed from the “Arizona Midnight” episode of the “Gunsmoke” television series seen the previous week (January 1). There was also an incidental association with the large plastic black stallion Aurora model that was of a much larger scale than all of my other animal model kits.

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