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Morning of November 4, 2017. Saturday.



Dream Series: The Experience of Prescience, the Inexplicable Dream State Phenomenon. Part 3

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Over time, I become aware of a very unlikely situation (which has no discernible backstory), although my dream self does not consider it unusual. I am resting outside in an unknown location on the side of a hill that is about the height of a one-storey house (when not elevated on stumps or with a higher roof as our house has). It also seems to be part of a house on one level. I have a blanket over me. I am aware of a number of unknown people also sleeping on the hill or “building” and within the sparse framework. It seems to be nighttime.

It begins to rain lightly and this hill or odd pyramidal building (note that the roof of our house in real life is pyramidal) seems to take on unusual properties as if it was made out of miscellaneous junk and tarpaulins as well as at least fifty percent dirt. I feel a bit uneasy, but not uncomfortable. It begins to collapse due to stormy weather, the metal part of the tarpaulins noisily clattering on other parts of the framework, which seems somewhat oppressive after a time, but I do not respond with emotion or fear. I cover myself fully with my blanket, including my head. The hill or building is eventually flattened though no one is hurt. No one talks directly to me. I look up at the sky and notice very unusual clouds passing overhead. They have very unusual shapes and atypical colors, some vaguely similar to jigsaw puzzle pieces. I enjoy seeing them but I do not know if it is suitable to sleep here now.

I get up and walk through a doorway to find a better place to sleep indoors. I am vaguely aware that the room is modeled after the Loomis Street house’s living room, though it is more like a cave. To my left, in an armchair recliner, is a large Minotaur. In front of me is a couch with the back oriented to the right of my viewpoint. The furniture layout is the same as it was in the Loomis Street house living room. There are other features that I do not directly focus on. I consider sleeping on the couch.

“You’re not sleeping there,” says the Minotaur somewhat frustratingly, as he notices me looking at the couch, though indicating no anger or threatening posture. It almost seems as if he is afraid of me or at least does not want anyone else intruding on his relaxing environment. Eventually, I decide to turn around and find myself in my own bed in reality upon waking up.

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Friday, 30 March 2018: What I presently understand about this dream, based on the following real-life event: A few days after this dream, on November 7, a totally unexpected devastating storm (with very atypical clouds prior to it - unusual shapes and of odd colors), tore the roof from our house and carried it down the street, where it landed in front of another house.

My family and I had to endure over a month of large tarpaulins slamming against what was left of the front part of our roof. (The noise was almost ear-splitting and my family had to leave the house at times, though there were days when it was not as noisy.) This devastating storm was so unexpected, there were still a few people working on the street near our house only minutes before. Members of my family had been out to see a movie, and had taken the bus. If the timing had been different by only one minute (when they had come in the house), there would have been more serious consequences.

What is usually RAS personification (for preconscious RAS mediation or modulation) is the Minotaur in this case, and an association with my brother-in-law Bob. It seems pertinent however, that bulls were only otherwise a recurring RAS modulation factor (bulls crashing through the wall for example, as a WAF - waking alert factor) in very early childhood, which should have told me there was something in this dream’s autosymbolism that was very atypical and of which was a warning. The fact remains however, even if I had fully known of this event beforehand, there was little that could have been done. Additionally, another literal factor that came to pass was members of my family sleeping under a destroyed roof covered by large tarpaulins. Zsuzsanna and I slept on the floor in the front room for a time, until the destroyed beds and roof were replaced. This is part 3 of what will be at least 500 parts, as prescience is a major factor of my dreaming history other than autosymbolism and auto-scripting. These main factors of dreams are usually completely ignored by most of modern society.

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A bad guy forces me to lead him to treasure. We make our way to an underground cavern. It's dark and there is a large pile of rubble or something. The bad guy looks around and I focus a set of silver wings, clothes and stuff. These are Rhewin's stuff. I'm sure of it. I feel sad and wonder what ended his life. There's another set of wings and clothes nearby that belong to another member from the same forum, but I can't recall anymore whose those were.

Half of the cavern is dark and there's a deep pit. I realize that this is a dragon's lair. The exits are suddenly blocked and temperature starts to climb. I back into a corner and the bad guy realizes he's trapped. "You trying to kill me?" he asks. The heat starts to melt stone, the ground crumbles and reveals more lava. The heat starts to sting...a lot, but I'm very heat resistant and strongly believe I can outlast the bad guy. I focus on staying out of the lava as long as I can. The bad guy is struggling, but still alive. My skin is turning red and it hurts a lot. "It's ok. I'm resistant to heat. It's just pain. Fight through it." I tell myself. The bad guy collapses and I see the shape of a massive dragon in the dark part of the cavern.

Interesting dream. Feeling pain is never fun, but I felt pretty badass outlasting the bad guy.

I was in a city, in some lair of evil scientist. There was a woman in late twenties with me. The evil scientist was a bald man in mid thirties, he was wearing a labcoat. There was a huge square table with some chairs in the middle of the room. The scientist chased me with a chainsaw around the table. He killed the woman first. I grabbed everything from the table and thrown it at him, then I thrown some chairs at him. Without any other objects to throw, I decided to fly away. Bursting through the rooftop I flied to some fortifications that were swarming with soldiers. I flied around fortifications, avoiding everyone.

Then I was back at the lair, escaping from that scientist. Again I thrown all the objects, then when there was only one chair left I grabbed it and started smashing the man. He was completely surprised, I was so mad that first I killed the evil scientist then that woman that was there. I thought that it's not the best ending. I appeared in the lair again, this time the man wasn't aggressive. He just stood there with his chainsaw.

I was in some lair of evil overlord, who gave me a choice. It was unclear between what I was about to choose. I said "Screw it, I'm making a bad decision this time!" And thrown some kind of a ball at the overlord.

Suddenly I found myself at my backyard, looking at the sky. It was dark and grim, clouds were dark and moving rapidly. A thunderstorm was coming, strangely mixed with blizzard coming from the other side.