I had the same dream I have been having last night about being in my grandads old Reliant K Car with my mother and sister. This was the 6th night in a row I have had it and the 8th time in the last 10 nights. The dream started as always where I am alone in the Reliant buckled to the center of the tan vinyl front bench seat. Around the time I had finished checking my surroundings, my sister is walking towards the car and then opening the passenger side door and sitting next to me. We had the usual really long wait for mom where I try to avoid talking with her because her breath reeks and I have to smell it when she speaks. She tried to start a conversation a few times while we were waiting, but I just ignored her and turned the other way so I would not have to smell her breath. I really cannot remember what she was saying during this time. There was a change to last nights dream when mom was walking to the car. In every other dream, my mom has not surfaced until she is closing up the house and getting in the car. She has always been out of site in the house the entire time my sister and I are in the car waiting for her. In the dream last night, I looked over my should and saw her walking down the steps towards the car. Before she got to her door, I heard her answer to someone and then turn around and walk to our neighbors yard. My sister and I had to wait a while longer while she talked to her neighbor. I remember my sister and I talking about how rude it was that she was leaving us in the car and being willing to tolerate her breath while we talked about it. When my mother got in the car, there was the usual adjusting of the mirrors and then trying to get the car started. I woke up from this dream not long after she had started pumping the accelerator to try to sped up getting the car started.
Had 4 Lucid dreams, it was lit.
I keep having a vivid recurring dream takes place in spring 1994 and I am 15 years old. I am in my grandads old Tan 1983 Plymouth Reliant K Car. I am buckled in the front middle seat and the car is parked in my parent’s driveway. Soon my 11-year-old sister is opening the passenger side door and sitting down in the passenger seat next to me. She is wearing the same pink hypercolor shirt, red overalls, and tan sandals that she always wears in the dream(one of her favorite outfits during that time). She closes the passenger side door and then buckles her seat belt. For most of the dream, my sister and I spend waiting in the car for mom to come and get it. We are both buckled-up and ready to go and just need her to get in. We always spend a really long time waiting. Probably around 20 – 30 minutes. During this time my attention sifts between looking through the windshield at our backyard; looking at the gauges on the dash board, the tan steering wheel, and empty tan vinyl drivers seat; watching at my sister blowing on her shirt so it will change colors & putting her feet on the glovebox; looking at the a/c controls and radio that are by my knees; and looking over my left shoulder towards the back door of our house to see if I see mom getting ready to come out. I try to avoid have any conversations with my sister while we are waiting for mom as her breath reeks and I will have to smell it if she talks. Eventually, mom is unlocking the drivers side door and sitting down in the drivers seat next to me. She puts the key in the ignition and the car makes a buzzing sound until she closes her door. She then always spends a long time adjusting the mirrors. Once she has them adjusted, I see her hand reach for the black key in the ignition and turn it so start the car. The car fails to start as I see the dash illuminated with red lights and her the buzzing sound again. Mom keeps turning the key trying to start the car, but it doesn’t want to start. I am focusing on her hand turning the key, the red lights on the dash, and the buzzing sound. Eventually she starts pumping the accelerator with her brown clog, but each crank still ends with the red lights on the dash, the buzzing sound, and the engine failing to start. I keep watching her pump the accelerator and turn the key hoping it will start on the next crank. In the dream last nigh, after several cranks and no luck starting the car mom became concerned that she had left the coffee pot on and when into the house to check, leaving me and my sister in the car. When she got back to the car, she tried pumping the accelerator and truing the key several more times but did not have any luck. After several more minutes of trying to start the car, she decided to go look under the hood and left us in the car for a few minutes. I woke up for the dream when she was turning the key the first time after closing the hood and getting back in. I have not idea if the car ended-up starting or if she had to give up.
Morning of December 10, 2019. Tuesday. Dream #: 19,349-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. My mother and I were to get off the bus in Northside La Crosse in the afternoon. There is a distraction, and we remain en route to Southside La Crosse. My mother is annoyed (though this is illogical, as she seems more aware than I am in this dream and should have been aware of an upcoming bus stop). My non-lucid dream has robbed me of my identity, which is typical. There is no recall of my mother dying in 2002 and no recall of any factor in my life since the 1980s, and yet my dream self feels perhaps 40 years old. Ultimately, this is not deliberate in a specific sense, but a result of incidental synaptic gating. However, synaptic gating works in a way to avoid a valid waking-life recall until the final gating factor with full consciousness. My non-lucid dreams are also the opposite of waking-life correlation (unless prescient or transpersonal). The trip from Northside La Crosse to Southside La Crosse would be typical in real life, as we already lived in Northside La Crosse, so my dream’s situation is ridiculous, that is, the direct opposite of the truth. My dream’s induction is all about imaginary proprioception. When I try to get off the bus from its right, even though other passengers get off (including my mother), I only see a small opening, about two-thirds the size needed. This event is the wall mediation factor (that occurs throughout every sleep cycle). It indicates that I cannot move my physical body as I sleep (and although my waking orientation is usually to the right as I sleep on my left side, there is an additional factor here, explained later). I complain to the driver that I cannot get off the bus (either move my real body or yet correlate my imaginary dream body with my dream self’s perception). Another opening appears to the left of the first, about where real bus doors would be in America. It is more like a door, but irregular, still not big enough for me to get off the bus. I become slightly more dream-cognizant and teleport to where my mother is standing, near a group of people. We are at the post office (potential for enigmatic space or liminal space communication). I start complaining about having lost my bag of books (cognitive arousal). I consider someone else might have taken them. My mother informs me that they are near where she is standing. Although I pick them up, this focus vanishes in the next scene. We have to go back to Northside La Crosse, our original destination. I decide to go in a particular direction (that is fictitious). I instinctually summon water reinduction (virtual melatonin mediation). A beautiful river is on our right as we walk along a narrow road as my dream vivifies. We reach an area where we need to go up a slope. (This feature stems from the summoning of imaginary proprioception and vestibular system correlation that occurs in all longer dreams at one point or another, though I often use a staircase.) My dreaming experience vivifies again, just on the threshold of lucidity. However, I consider my mother will not be able to ascend the slope, so my cognizance (and imaginary physicality) decreases. We somehow end up back near the La Crosse post office. A bus goes by, stopping briefly at an intersection (RAS autosymbolism of synaptic gating). This time, the doors are on the left and appear correct (big enough to get on and off the bus). I call out to my mother, “This is how buses should be.” (Why did I say this? Because with the synaptic gating event, I attain a subliminal recall that only buses in Australia look like this. However, I am still not aware of my true identity or the recall I live in Australia in real life.) In the final scene, my mother boards a bus, saying it is the one we should take (back to Northside La Crosse), though I have my doubts. When we are on the bus, all I see are male and female students (all wearing the same uniforms as in an Australian school) from about sixth to eighth grades. I am uncertain if this is where we should be. This final synaptic gating event implies increasing cognizance (students going to school). Even though the students are Australian, I am not conscious until the last process. In hot weather, achieving consciousness (from the dream state) is more sluggish, validated by neuroscience.
It's night, and I'm in a bed, but besides that I'm not certain where I am. I'm in bed with Isata, an ex-coworker and maybe still-friend; in the past she's told me that she feels comfortable being open with me and putting her trust in me, and perhaps that's why in the dream we're sharing a bed (and a lack of clothes), having a - very slightly - flirtatious conversation and are playfully touching before cuddling to go to sleep - I don't receive from the dream the impression that we're anything more than just friends. She needs to do something - I was- and am- not certain what - and whilst I'm still in the bed she kneel/walks on top of it, deliberately pausing when her legs are apart above me and her crotch is close to my mouth; in spite of that, she's surprised and angry when I try to begin to perform oral sex on her. Things abruptly change - it's still night, but now I'm standing in the dining room at my grandmother's house; I'm still naked - and now in a state of arousal - but I don't seem to be perturbed by either of those things. Whilst it's still night, my grandmother's house is partly on a heavily-trafficked road, so there's sufficient second-hand artificial light to see almost every detail in the room, and my mother - who also doesn't seem to be perturbed by my nakedness or state of arousal - points out that there's a wasp clinging to the net curtain; I try to kill it by crushing it with a scrunched-up tissue and a jam jar or the lid of a jam jar, but it flies away, and I'm not able to see where. I awake with a start, my heart pounding, not because of a fear of the wasp, but because of Isata's earlier reaction to me. --- A few thoughts: * Whilst the dream was far from a "wish fulfilment" dream - indeed, I don't remember ever having a "wish fulfilment" dream - the relationship in the dream is, I think, very close to my ideal sexual relationship: not a relationship where sex is always a gesture of unplumbable romantic love; and - in spite of my being an incel - definitely not a relationship where my partner is more-or-less a living sex toy; but a relationship where sex is relaxed and playful, two open and trusting friends trying to have fun. * My wanting to perform oral sex on a girl I'm friends with, and so care about, is not out of character for me - I likely learnt about cunnilingus before I learnt about (male or female) masturbation, and, as a "safe" and "clean" way of giving pleasure to a friend, it's something I've always wanted to try. * However, my trying to kill a wasp is at least a little out of character for me, as I'm pretty non-violent and, indeed, I prefer not to kill wasps if I'm able to avoid it.
A Fishy Thalmor Tale 2019, 07-30 Regular Dream - Semi-lucid Dream - Lucid Dream - Notes I am going out to eat with my mother and a friend from a past job named Evelyn. We are at a place that sells fast food seafood, similar to Long John Silvers, but a different place. There is a sign in the window saying they have a special going on, a full meal for $10. My mom says that won’t work because it’s limited to one use of the offer per order, and there are three of us. I say we can just go in and order separately. They seem hesitant to do that, Evelyn says she doesn’t think they’ll let us get away with that. I tell them I’ll go in and get my meal first, they can follow after. I go inside the restaurant and tell the cashier I want a shrimp meal, the $10 deal. The cashier looks at me strangely and then calls to someone behind her. A manager steps forward and says he needs to talk to me in the back office. One of the other customers tells me not to go, it’s a trap. What kind of trap could a fast food place set up? I consider grabbing my food and running for it but my curiosity gets the better of me and I follow the employees into the back room, taking my bag of food with me. I start munching on breaded shrimp. As I eat it occurs to me that I never paid for this… but no one seems to care. We get to the back office and I stop immediately, drop my bag of shrimp, and I do a double take at who I see. There are three Thalmor standing behind a large desk! THALMOR! What the fus are the Thalmor doing here? They obviously need to be fus’d! One of them is in robes while the other two are in elvish armor. The one in robes says it has come to their attention that I have been interfering with their operations and making a general nuisance of myself. I can’t help but laugh. I then thank them for the compliment, adding that I do my best to get in their way. The Thalmor looks angry, his eyes briefly seem to glow. After a pause, the Thalmor asks if I even have a clue who they are. I say I do. In the past I would have seen Templars, now I’m seeing Thalmor, but I know what they are and what they are and what they are trying to do. And they will fail. The tower will stand, the rose will be preserved, the Gunslinger will complete his quest. I say these things without even realizing what I am about to say, but it all sounds true. The Thalmor says those are big claims from someone who may never leave this room. I say they can’t keep me here, because this is a dream… This is a dream! I become lucid by realizing if the Thalmor are here I must be dreaming. I tell them that to leave I simply have to wake up. But before I go, a fus. Yes, a fus is definitely in order here. FUS-RO-DAH! The force of it throws the three Thalmor against the wall and blows everything off of the desk. Papers are settling around the stunned Thalmor. The other people in the room are also stunned by the fus. I turn around and walk out of the room without interference. I return to the front of the store to see if my mom and Evelyn are still there. I was going to tell them it’s a dream, but they’re not there. I decide to fly a bit but I wake up.
Strange insects Somehow, in a sort of void which is seemingly somehow between some sort of piping in my flat, I find a bunch of strange spider-like creatures(*). I know, in the dream, that their presence near somebody damages their mind like black mold(**), so I thought of ways to get rid of them. I went away from the bugs to laying on the living room couch, telling my mother about the insects. I then notice that the bugs are walking around behind the couch. Back to the void, I find a sort of mushroom and eat it(***). In my "inventory"(****), which suddenly appeared, it was marked as something with a name beginning with "Momma". For some reason, this mushroom was supposed to help against the insects. I then find myself at a doctor, with him assessing what damage the insects did to my mind(*****). Most of the room was a very bright white color, a strong light above and a sort of chair which could be set to have somebody in a more laying or more sitting position. He pointed at an MRI image of my brain, specifically at an abnormal part of it, using a sort of long stick. My father going insane I'm in my father's car, my mother sitting behind me and my father left of me. We were driving along a long road towards a sort of small shopping street and a school. I didn't know where exactly we were going, though. Suddenly, for some reason, my father gets so mad he just somehow launches himself out of the car at low speed into a sort of field at the side of the road, somehow from the right side where I was sitting but not, even though he was just at the left side. I and my mother were panicked. I asked her which pedal was the brake again, but she was so panicked she didn't answer. A turn was coming, so I steered into it as hard as I could, nearly losing control of the car. We then heard police sirens. Then the dream ended. *They appeared because I had a startling encounter with a very, to me, gross spider I had encountered a day before. Before I went to bed yesterday, I had looked at it again, which was the reason it appeared in the dream in a stylized fashion. **As I fell asleep, a sort of crime documentary show had an episode running about babies becoming infected with an unkown disease. In the end, the episode concluded by revealing that black mold is what made them sick. That is what created this part of the dream. ***Inspired by an addon in Garry's Mod. ****Reminiscent of the Rust inventory. *****This scene was inspired by when I went to a doctor to check on a possible pollen allergy.
"Cockroaches" in my way I needed to crawl through a thick bush of sorts, towards my mother waiting behind it for some reason. In front of me, on the stem of the plants making up the bush, sat two gigantic "cockroaches". I "knew" they were cockroaches when I found them in the dream, but in reality, they looked like a sort of moth, stretched into the shape of a cockroach and resized to a size double the size of my hand. I wanted to push them off of the stem, but I took them instead. Something like this always happens in my dreams. I then tried to set it on the dirt, but for some reason, the back of it had a crimson-colored substance on it's back, sticking to my hand as if it like super glue to my hand. After a few attempts of getting it off using my other hand to attempt to push it off, I tried to set it back on the stem. It moved its legs and gripped onto the tree, somehow very easily coming off of my hand, as if it could control how sticky the red substance was. I actually forgot to submit this when I wrote it.
I had been in my mom's kitchen with my mom. We had talked about doing mushrooms. She had a snake on her head, that or her head had turned into a snake's head. I thought she might've been mother ayahuasca. The dream also went to my high school for show choir. I had another dream where I was in high school in my cafeteria line picking out food but I was vegetarian having a hard time finding food I could eat.
I am in my old father room and was sitting on the bed. On the side of me was a woman who talk to me about a deal that was done in the past and if I had settle my mind on it or decided to change my mind. I became lucid once hearing this and I told her what did she think of the deal as of now? She told me she believe the idea I had was for the best and that sticking to it was for the best. After that I got up from the bed as my family came home and I realize I needed to look for something. The woman I spoke to earlier follow me and said she knew where it was. I go to what use to be my mother room and started searching for it. She confirms that it was the greece in the container. I grab it and walk down the stairs. Once reaching the bottom I could see her eyes were glowing white. I open the front door and toss it out and walk to my mother and father. That's when I lost lucidity.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening I am at some event or meeting, people are sitting in an amphitheater, some audience being presented. My friend Evangenlion is said to have been promoted to some political role and some people are debating whether or not he has acquired more power. I make a small intervention, where I use augmented reality to present a message. Older people can't understand it, how it works and they miss the point. Anyway, it was a warning of a "storm coming", not necessarily literal. Later, people on the road are leaving their cars and running in panic. Some gangs now fight over controlling people and certain areas and apparently some gang is now raiding through this area. I could also run, but I need to get something vital from somewhere back. I leave my mom and her friend Analia in the car, that we hide under a crossover bridge. I tell them to run if I don't return at a certain time. I try to be on time but I get late. It's already dark and I get lost and confused. When finally I think I found the place, the area has already been taken over by this gang and they even set up tents to spend the night, They have torches to light up the area and somehow I need to go across. They actually catch me and question me and my motives to be walking around alone over there. But they let me go. I take a piss behind some bushes and they catch me again and feel grossed out. Don't ask any more questions, just ask me to leave. When finally reach the point where I left my mother, the car isn't there. But I find a police car with the door open and keys in it. I decide to take it and go find them, when my mom waves from behind a small car and we reunite in tears. Then we depart on the small car instead. They are taking people away. Some Ukrainians were took and people say it is my fault or that I could have prevented because I work as an interpreter and they were taken because of something I said or didn't say when translating to the captors. Out of guilt I take a chance and I go around the trains at the station looking for them. I am told I won't find them because they were already taken to somewhere in the mountains, but I am not certain and keep looking for them. Going to my childhood friend Carla's attic. I don't have the keys, so I have to wait for her. Riverstone also joins us. She flirts with him shamelessly. She goes answer some phone call. Daniel Craig appears and opens the door. He is trying to lose someone who is chasing him. The attic is a labyrinth of door and cubicles, I follow him around. We end up crossing a door and being in some middle eastern country. He disguises himself and then goes look for some guy he wants to surveil, but I don't disguise and I am spotted following him and almost endanger his mission. But to minimize damages, I leave Craig and join a group of women, pretending to be with them. Strangely, they are street hookers. Now I can't expose my cover, so I pretend to be one to. Some old fat guy comes to hire me and I can't say no, as I am still on that street where Craig surveils the other guy. I follow him and end up in a hotel where some actors I know from a comedy show are filming what appear as a porn. They tell me it is not porn, that it is meant to be just some raunchy comedy sketch for a late night comedy show. But it is pretty much porn. They don't shoot the sexual act, but all their dicks are out and erected and one other woman is naked too and a guy puts his finger inside her and tastes it. They hired me to join the film. I'm somewhat shocked and aroused at the same time. I go to some gift shop where everything is super expensive but I only want to take a look. The girl on the register is foreign, she hardly understands me, but she realizes I don't need help and she disappears. Then some guy comes in, he also looks around, but after a quick look he finds a cage with three animals all tied up and unable to move: a sheep with two babies. I am shocked. Like, why would they have sheep in a cage? He wants to make a complaint but the girl is not back yet, so he unties the animals and provides them food and water. Then takes one of the babies on his lap and brings in a bucket with water to wash the animal. He intends to do the same to the other, but as he gives back the first ship to the cage with his mother, the mom rejects the baby, no longer recognizing its smell. I pick up the poor thing, and hold it in my arms. I confirm it is a girl sheep and cuddle her. She looks so very happy. I tell the guy she can't go back to her mom unless we find a way to make her smell again like before. The guy says forget about it, he will adopt her, he says he was planning to adopt a dog anyway.
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Morning of December 10, 2018. Monday. Dream #: 18,984-05. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score: 75. I enter another of several vivid dreams of this date. In this event, I maintain most of my conscious self identity in association with my marriage and family. The setting is unknown. My mother is present. My dream self does not recall that she had died in October of 2002 or that she had never been to Australia or met Zsuzsanna or our children in real life. She had bought two cakes in pans with ice cream covering them. I eat some of the darker cake. Zsuzsanna and our three youngest children are present. I then go on to eat some of the other “cake” and see that it is now mostly white ice cream that seems to be partially melting. I also notice steam rising from it, and become puzzled. I scoop up and eat a lot of it. Something in the back of my mind makes me question this situation. I pick up an interesting object from near a corner of the cake pan. It is a beautiful rooster salt shaker in a crowing stance. There was loose salt around it. (I am wondering if this is another dream with gamma-aminobutyric acid autosymbolism or if it represents sweating in the heat.) I wake as I gaze at the rooster salt shaker and find it curious that a place that sells food would give one out for each purchase. Of course, a rooster is autosymbolism for the preconscious function and transition of waking up from sleep. How obvious can it get?
Back to Dreamviews after more than 2 years away! Wow non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening In an Inception like dream, I dream that throughout several days and nights I dream sequential dreams with revelations that I later share with my mother. These dreams are very vivid and reveal information about my alien DNA. In my first dream within the dream, I am attracted to a forest at night and find myself in a circle of people coming from all directions towards a strange eerie female figure surrounded by light. All the others freeze on the spot. I also feel paralyzed, but my feet lift off the ground and I levitate towards her. She says she has been looking for me. All the others also got the message and were attracted to the forest, but I am the one with the DNA she is looking for. I want to know more, but she must depart immediately and says she will return to provide me with more information. I catch from her telepathically the word "Trvo" and then I wake up (in the dream). I tell this dream to my mother and she believes it was a real experience. Next night I have another dream. The female appears again, now at my home. She reveals I am the daughter of Trvo Årven. She doesn't want to say more, but again I collect images from her mind, telepathically. I see this man, he is tall and handsome, with pale skin and completely white hair. Kind of nordic elfic type. He is in a remote mountainous fortress, he guards something or someone very dangerous. I sense something wrong, I sense that he is alone and about to be attacked. I don't know much more. I don't know if this is the past or the future. But this woman confirms that I am in danger and that I must stay hidden until she can figure out what to do with me. When I wake up (in the dream) I tell again to my mother. She is totally convinced I am in danger and someone will come for me. She says that we have to go, just grab a few things and leave. When I have the essentials and join her at our van to go away, she surprises me saying we must take with us a pet pig she is taking care of. I get the unexpected job to go grab the pig
Updated 11-05-2018 at 05:52 PM by 34880
Morning of October 23, 2018. Tuesday. Dream #: 18,936-03. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 69. As my non-lucid dream self, holding no viable threads of my real-life identity, I become vividly aware that I am sitting in the back seat, on the left-hand side, of an otherwise empty car in the Village Shopping Center parking lot in La Crosse. It is nighttime. I become aware that the car belongs to my brother-in-law Bob. (I have not had any contact with Bob since 1994, over twenty years ago.) There are only two other cars present. An idea comes to my dream self’s fictitious mind that I should go to the driver’s seat and take the car back to the Loomis Street house. I am feeling very cheerful and confident. I get out on the left-hand side and go around to get in the front seat. (This is really about the typical initiating of subliminal control of the dream state and has nothing to do with waking life or “interpretation.”) I get behind the driver’s seat. It is difficult to close the car doors, and I try several times. They are flimsy and not like real car doors at all, but are about as efficient as a dream can make something that stems from vivid non-lucidity. (It would have been better letting the dream play itself at this specific point.) I have no idea how to start the car. I have no key. I first consider that it starts like a lawn mower, but I do not see a recoil starter assembly. There is a small metal lever on the left side, below the steering wheel. I put my foot on the gas pedal and wiggle the lever. Gasoline starts pouring from underneath the full length of the dashboard. That concerns me. I do not want to incur the risk of something catching on fire. I get out of the car, and two unfamiliar men get out of their cars and come over to help me. At this point, as the men check over the car, I anticipate an explosion (an attempt at subliminal dream control), and I tell them to move away, but nothing happens. I decide to walk to the Loomis Street house. On the way, walking east on the north side of Sill Street, I notice many boxes of magazines on the boulevard. It is a recurring situation where I realize I can take what I want (as I am deliberately though subliminally creating this scenario at its foundation, knowing it is a dream on one level), as it is left out for garbage pickup. It is also late morning. My non-lucid dream self does not register the impossible time change (as is always the case). I find a stack of magazines that are black-and-white collections of Nancy comic strips (by Ernie Bushmiller). Looking around more, I also notice stacks of interior decorating magazines, which I have no interest in at the time. This part of my dream comes from the lifelong practice of trying to initiate viable emerging consciousness threads by focusing on sustained reading skills of which do not ordinarily exist in the dream state. I arrive at the Loomis Street house. My sister and mother are there and seem healthy. My dream self has no recall that they are deceased. A minimal thread of my conscious self identity emerges, but it is rather odd. I vaguely recall the concept of marijuana from Nimbin, yet I have no memory that I have lived in Australia for over twenty years or of my real-life status. (Additionally, I would never try drugs in real life under any circumstances, another factor that validates my dream self is not my true conscious self identity.) I have some “marijuana” that I smoke with my mother and sister. It is rolled-up full-sized newspapers. There is trouble keeping them rolled up, and they burn with big flames, though I still suck in the fire and smoke. As I focus, I am astounded by my vivified perception, and yet I am not lucid. I start to become puzzled as I enter enigmatic space (a specific level of the dream state). I realize, though vaguely, that there is no marijuana and that smoking newspaper is odd. I start to wake, realizing what my dream self had been creating. Fire is the emerging consciousness and often part of the waking process. The newspapers, at least as related to reading them, are the attempt to sharpen my perception, as I had tried to do in the previous dream segment, but it did not initiate lucidity, only revivification.
There is a woman—some dark entity had reached out for her, badly frightening her. She has shut herself away somewhere to get away from it, but it can still reach her. I can hear her screaming there—but I’m on my way to help her. The first thing I have to do is get out of a sort of wooden elevator running down the center of the building. I seem to have entered this way, going down, but none of the doors are opening. Somehow, I can see perfectly fine into the space beyond the shaft, but the walls are definitely there, and the doors are not only solid but quite heavy. I’m alone here in the elevator, but in communication with someone else—someone I know to be my mother, although she isn’t my actual, waking life mother. She seems to be playing some kind of guiding or teaching role. Above my head, everything just fades into darkness, like the heights of a cavern. Apparently, it doesn’t occur to most people who come here to look up for a while, and so this comes as a bit of a shock to them, but I can remember having been through this series of events before, and so this place holds no surprises for me. Besides that, I have access to a deeper understanding of the space I’m in: it’s defined by solfege, as if the intervals and their syllables are acting as some kind of abstract structural parameters, and they are also structuring what I am able to do in it and do to it. Once I finally manage to get out, I find myself in what seems to be an iteration of my old house in M---. This version looks twisted, hollowed out, dark—actually, there doesn’t seem to be a source of light anywhere, which would explain why, even though I feel vividly present here, it has an odd visual quality to it, and the only non-black color I can see here is blue. I’m using night vision. The blue is brightest in the fog hovering throughout the house, moving as though stirred by currents of air. When this fog is concentrated, it indicates the presence of a ghost—or perhaps it simply is the ghost. This whole place gives off a decidedly creepy vibe—a palpable sense of decay and malevolence. But the fact that I already know where all the dangers are takes the edge off the creepiness, as does the fact that this seems to be a case where there is no outcome but success. I already know things are going to turn out fine, and so I don’t let the place bother me too much. Now the person who is my mother is physically here with me, a couple rooms away—although, either because the walls are in ruins or because I can see through these ones too, she’s still visible from where I’m looking around the living room. Nothing much seems to be happening at the moment. I’m just keeping an eye on the blue fog. There are some mirrors there in the room: I use them to check my form as I practice jumping from side to side, moving between stances I might need to use later. (7.9.18)
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