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I am a detective with a colleague working on a case somewhere in the Arctic Circle, on a small community. It's freezing hell and locals found a body near the coast. We try to collect some evidence, but the body is completely frozen and we can't do shit and nobody seems available to pick it up to the morgue. Then someone warns us of a polar bear coming towards us and we have to run. The bear goes to the corpse with the intention of eating it, we try to scare him away but then a pack of wolves comes from another direction and we just have to give up. Next day we find bits and pieces of the corpse, like an arm and a foot.

Later on I am somewhere in Africa visiting some friends, but on arriving at their place, I encounter dozens of lions and lionesses either roaming around or lying down in groups here and there. I jump inside a car that is parked just outside their house and call out to someone. But their door is open and I fear the worst. I drive around and find more people I know and bring them in safely into the car. We are packed like sardines and some lions get more aggressive, so we get out of there.

I fall into an icy river, and race a polar bear to a floating ice berg. We both get there at once, and climb atop to get out of the water. Floating for a little while, we approach a large waterfall. I suspect there are lots of rocks at the bottom, so I jump to shore before falling over the edge. Several people run over the edge of it, telling me to do the same. It is really far to the bottom, so I can't tell if they made it safely or not. I decide it's too risky, and turn from the cliff. Walking uphill, a young lady is next to me, quite short, and I can't see her face. Suddenly, I recognize her, and she's my age it turns out. She climbs on my shoulders and I give her a ride to a small cottage. No one seems to be home, but she wants to check first before we go inside. I take in the beautiful warm night scenery around me as she checks. Not much light, just a dim glow to the grass, the ground, and the cottage. There are some trees in the distance that all blend together into one blob of shape and color. The whole dream seemed rather surreal, and very fluid.

1. i was on some field or destroyed city square. there was darkness all around. And i saw 2 people competing in archery. It was germany vs slovakia. The german had a crossbow, and slovak guy had a bow. And i was supposed to help the slovak person. They were shooting piles of hay, trees, and some fireworks with fire arrows. I helped to choose the targets.. and i showed to the shooter a big pile of wood next to river shore. And i said shoot. He hesitated but he scored. A small fire was starting on the logs.. and i said shoot again. Another hit. And then from nowhere a wildman came to the scene.. he was running towards this logs.. jumped on them and the logs turned into a flat viking ship made of stone. The ship fell into the river and the wild guy was surfing on it.. we ran after it.. and we met a polar bear. It started to chase us.. and he bite me on my hand.. it was not that bad actually.. the wounds were like a dog bite.. i still had my hand.

2. I was in a supermarket on cashout. Im not sure if I was buying or selling czech crowns to euro. It was all around numbers 8 and 28. But im not sure if i bought 8 crowns for value of 28 or another way around. I even took the hand calculator next to the seller to do my math, how much it should be. And it was correct what the seller gave me. Then i stepped out of the line.. Put everything in my big bagpack. I was going on some trip, i had quite a lot of money. And i met a friend in the waiting line in this supermarket and he said you still owe me 30eur, can you please give it back to me now. And i said.. yeah no problem. I grabed my wallet from the bottom of my backpack.. Started to count the money. I took 1x 10 and 1x20eur.. but the 20eur bill was wierd. It was red instead of blue. And the surface was harsh. but i said well it is a special edition bill and i gave it to him anyway. Then when i was walking on some stairs there was something on the wall. something plastic and round. I tried to move it, i thought it is somesort of mechanism. And actualy it was a plasticwatermill but it was broken. The weels were not there, but all the rest worked as it should.

3. I was in a bulding. I guess it was a school because of all the whiteboards. And on one there was writen Dag Og. And i tried to read it.. and it was in Danish i said. and next to the board 2 girls were sitting and laughing to my pronaunciation of the words.. Then i started to walk on stairways.. i wasnt alone. And an old woman asked me if i speak english. I said yes i do.. and are you perhaps danish i asked. She said yes.. i asked her what does Dag Og means. And she answered "help me" but that is incorrect. THen we came into a classroom. And there were some foreign students in there already. THere was music.. August burns red in acoustic version. The students started to sing something.. and my group was from my country. and we started to sing some comunist slavic song.. so loud and in one voice.. i never heard this song before.. we were like one big team. We oversang the others so the teacher said.. well i think we have a problem.

I was exploring a cave with my friends, well they were my friends in my dream though I don't know any of them in real life. It was a cave in the mountains and we were finishing up looking for an exit. As we were going along, a polar bear came from a side tunnel towards us. I kept going forward to get away but none of my friends followed me, it seems they went back a little down the path we just came instead. After I had lured the bear off with me, my friends were able to escape up the side tunnel where the bear came and get outside the cave. I manage to elude close contact with the bear, and I'm almost able to go outside too, but the sheer dropoff is preventing me from exiting quickly.

My friends are around the exit where I'm trying to get out and I can hear them call to me. They are giving me encouragement and advice how to get out. At this point I'm holding the rock face on a steep slope to the dropoff. The bear notices that it can get closer to me if it circles around by going back down the tunnel and coming outside. So I go back inside. The polar bear is on the left side ledge which is higher that me, swiping downwards in my direction. I get lower and there is this pool of water there, so I get halfway into it. My friends start telling me, "hey notice those stones, they seem to be holding the water in. If you can move them out of the way the water will rush out and you can escape." I'm yelling back while counting "the stones seem to be stacked in a wall four to six stones wide. I don't know if it is doable." I get fully down in the water and give a push. The rock wall gives a bit under my force. I yell out "I'm doing this!" then give a mighty shove. The rocks go forth out the side of the mountain with the water and tumble down the mountain. I manage to stay put though.

With the water gone, I'm able to exit again, but there is still this dropoff there so I need to take care and go slow. The bear is above me again, growling and pawing about. I try to ignore it and just focus on what I'm doing. Suddenly the bear loses it footing when it tries to get too close to me and falls down the slope, flies over my head, then continues to fall down the cliff bouncing along the rocks as it does so. It looks like a horrible way to go, but at least I'm safe now and join my friends.

Although I really didn't go lucid in the dream, I do know I made a conscious decision by using what seemed to be super strength in pushing the rock wall apart. My DC friends were only suggesting that I move the rocks one by one. That process would have taken forever.

Never Tickle a Sleeping Polar Bear (7:12)

Two people somehow anger a polar bear. It starts chasing them and they run all the way to the other side of town and into a building, where someone uses a phone to call for help. Help is slow to arrive, though, and meanwhile, we're all watching some kind of live feed that shows us where the polar bear is. It will reach the building in a matter of moments. Now, looking out the window, I can see it running down the street. And still no sign of help.

The bear comes inside, and I know it will kill people one at a time until help finally arrives to stop it. Seeing as those two idiots were the ones to anger it in the first place, I think it's appropriate that they should be the first victims. We push one of them into a pool as a sacrifice. The polar bear paces on the edge for a moment, then dives in after the sinking person. I don't watch, but a friend comes up and tells me, "Well, I saw it." I can imagine how gruesome it must have been. I realize that now I will probably start having nightmares about polar bears attacking me.

Rock Concert Setup (10:40)

I've agreed to help an old high school friend set up for tonight's rock concert. I'm just really curious about how all of this works. One of the first things we do is unwind a lot of extension cord around some concrete poles set up around the edges of the pavilion. We go around the outside about a dozen times. Then a big truck dumps some stuff in the middle of the room and start threading a bunch more cords every which way. Meanwhile, I keep asking a bunch of questions about /why/ we're setting things up in certain ways, and it's clear that my friend is getting kind of exasperated. He just wants to get the job done. And apparently I'm messing some stuff up: he tells me that I'm not supposed to run the cord right along the concrete bricks; they're not supposed to touch at all. I'm about to ask him why, but then I see the unhappy expression on his face as he waits for the inevitable question, and I decide I'd better give him a break. He thanks me for it, and I set about moving all of the concrete bricks.

Later, his dad comes in, and my friend says something to him that I don't understand. In fact, I'm not even sure if it was English. I look more closely at the pair of them. My friend keeps bowing and saying what sounds like formalisms in a language I don't understand. He's acting very, very respectfully towards his dad. I seem to remember hearing back near the end of high school that he did something very embarrassing; maybe the punishment for that is causing this behavior now.

Date: 20/06/2012
Place: My holiday caravan
Time of getting into bed: midnight exactly
I took 100mg B6 tablet before bed

Dream 1 - Non Lucid dream

I didn't notice any effect from the B6, but will continue to take it.
When waking, it was so dark I used my phone to find my pen, I then noted the time was 2.57am
My notes are sparse (I was VERY tired)
I am at a music festival. 2 of my closest friends are there, as is my little sister. I know I am educating my sister on something, but my notes are random words and unreadable so I can't remember what it was.
Suddenly me and my partner are walking down a street, and along comes a polar bear. I am not sure if this is the same dream, or a new one - but my notes say this is the same dream (I divide dreams with lines across the page) so...
The polar bear wants to have his photo taken with us, and the two middle aged woman who are also walking down the street in the same direction. They are getting out their camera, when my partner dives in for a quick photo. The polar bear lays on a bench, in a cheesy pose, my partner smiling and thumbs up next to it. After that we walk off fast. I am giggling and walking fast because I know the bear will want money for having his photo taken with us, but leave the 2 woman to pay. I hear one of the woman shouting angrily after us, 'Don't run off, come and pay! That's cheeky!' The polar bear catches up and I think 'oh well, nice try' I am fumbling to get my wallet from my trousers, and while I do so I talk to the bear, who is now a human dressed up in a bear costume. (Like what you find in theme parks etc) I ask him how he is, etc - making small talk. I'm laughing and joking, a little cocky I think. We eventually arrive back at his place, where I discover he is simply a young lad, probably in his mid teens. I ask him weather he gets free food with his job, and he says he gets vouchers for a certain amount which he cashes in at the stalls. (So I am clearly still at a music festival) I express he gets paid too low for what he does and the dream ends.

Dream 2 - Non Lucid dream

I have simply written in my notes; LOST DREAM. I guess I couldn't remember it. I have an image stood in a room filled with junk...

Dream 3 - Non Lucid dream

I have managed to get tickets to an outdoor music festival... (I'm noticing a pattern here!) I am happy because the tickets were hard to get. there is a big ring in a field full of tents, and a stage to the side. It is very busy and lots of people. While I am sat at my tent, a friend's boyfriend walks by and says hi - we converse for a bit (maybe my friend was there also, but I don't remember seeing her) and then he leaves. For some reason I now have big, green, dragon-like wings. I can use these to fly, although not by much. I like my wings. We go to the stage to watch a band, it is VERY busy with loads of people gathered and squashed up, but I love this. I dive right in and use my wings to get to the front, where I rock out for a bit.

Dream 4 - Non Lucid dream

I have moved into a new house, which is actually quite nice. I have moved in with an old friend (non sexual, just splitting the rent) and we are quite happy about this arrangement. There is a knock at the door, and it is his ex girlfriend, who he split up with in a bad way last year. She has changed a bit, and since it has been a while he decides to forget about the past and invites her in. I don't complain but I do not like her. I actually pretend that I don't know who she is. She sort of does the same. We make small talk and drink tea etc, but then she starts acting like her old self again, going through my belongings, I believe she is stealing stuff. She also sprays paint on one of my windows, and I tell her off harshly, claiming that it takes me ages to clean. I scrape the paint off but she keeps doing it so I get angry. She then starts graffitting the walls, I get really mad and try and throw her out, she resists (not in an angry way, in a 'i'm the victim here' way) and I insist. Eventually my friend talks to her and she calms down, but then I find her going through my things again. My friend agrees to take her home and they leave. Before she leaves we do let each other know that we are aware of who each other is (as we were pretending not to know each other) When they are gone, I get a call from the friend who is lost, I use my GPS / sat nav thingy to direct him to a kids toy store.

Dream 5 - Non Lucid dream

I am yet again, at a music gig. I am waiting for Steel Panther to come on, having rushed there to see them. Guns n Roses are just finishing and I dance around like a loony with some friends. Slash jumps off stage and starts playing his guitar next to us. We appear to be the only ones at the gig, so all the attention is focused on us. Axl Rose then jumps off stage, and starts singing in my face, I respond by singing back, or screaming the words back at him - genuinely happy and psyched up! My DJ notes say: 'Good feeling' and I have drawn a little smiley face


***NOTEWORTHY***
Upon writing the last dream it occurred to me that MUSIC FESTIVALS / CONCERTS are in a LOT of my dreams. This could be my dream sign! Yay!
Writing down the time was a good idea, will try and do it more often
The bands in the last dream are both bands I like, and have seen in concert
I was reading about flying in lucid dreams during the day, hence the wings in my dream?
My friend who I moved in with in my dream, really does have a psycho ex girlfriend.

Was with a girl, the girl from the dream that I stabbed her in the neck while going to town.. This dream took place in the past, I don't know how I know I just do, it seemed different and I was also with the girl, and since right now she's dead because I killed her D:< WHY ME?? WHY DID YOU KILL HER???
It had to be in the past..
We were in some forest, a big forest with pine trees around, we were looking for an animal.. it was a magical animal that we hunted down that could allow us to time travel, though we didn't use the phrase "time travel" we were saying something like "time jump" Pretty sure that we would be able to jump once in time and that would be it for that single use, then we would have to find another way to get back. But we weren't really worried about that, we were very good at what we did.. not many people better than us.
So, we were in some forest, hunting some animal, I really wish that I could remember what it was called, uboboa or something like that. The animal was extremely rare and had magical powers. Pretty sure that my "partner" said that the animal was impossible to kill and that we needed to do some things before it we could time jump.
First we needed to knock the animal out 3 times, she told me that by shooting it with a .22 below the neck on it's back it would knock it out, the bullet would knock it out because it would hit something that would decinigrate the bullet on impact and knock it out temporarily. I needed to go up and do something to the animal while it was knocked out (maybe take some hair or something)
I had a .22 rifle, we had been stalking the animal for days (false memory) and we had found it, there was some other person around that was a bad guy, though it wasn't a person I am pretty sure it was a demon.

He had a long black trench coat on and a black type of hood. (I saw him standing on a tree branch looking for us, he could teleport short distances. I'll refer to him as the dark demon.) The animal we were hunting looked quite a bit like a polar bear, though it was a little bit longer and it looked meaner.

I remember sleeping next to her in a little tent at night when we were stalking the animal.
Then it was the day of the mission execution, all of this planning, weeks of finding this thing and it all comes down to today.. Death was a very real possibility.
We were watching the thing from a distance, we hadn't seen the dark demon for a while and took aim, I took the shot and hit it in the right spot, it went down and I rushed up and did something though I don't remember what. it got back up extremely fast, but by then I was safely in a tree out of sight, (I really wasn't safe that thing could climb a tree so easy) but I was hidden and it didn't see me. the second shot at it was a little while later and I went up to it again. I had to do something else this time, it took too long, I did it but it woke up when I was right next to it.... SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME, it immediately lunged at me, it kept charging me as I jumped over it and around it, I was going to try to shoot it again. I knew that I had to be careful or else I might kill it. (I know that I said we couldn't kill it, and I was told that I couldn't kill it but I knew that if I shot it in the head the body of it would die but it would be immediately be reincarnated to another animal the second that it would die and it would be years before I could find it again.) I shot it knowing that but hit too high, it fell over on it's side but immediately got back up and jumped at me, I dove underneath, got back up and shot as it turned around, I hit in the right spot and knocked it out a third time, this time I didn't have to do anything to it, just wait and try to find a way for it to bite my arm but not kill me. I went over and climbed on it, I got some grip on it where I had one free arm and I was on it's neck for the most part.. It probably hadn't been 30 seconds from when I knocked out that it woke up again. It was dazed and pretty tired, not nearly as much energy as earlier, this should be easier now thankfully. I reached my arm around and somehow got it into a headlock. I put my right arm in it's mouth, (the dream got quite shaky for a moment and I almost woke up) the polar bear had really dull teeth and was now like a big fish, I thought about how it's going to have to bite really hard to make me bleed and it's going to hurt pretty bad. (the dream now became really vivid and it turned back into a polar bear) it bit me and I immediately raised my arm to my mouth and took a bit of blood in and sucked it out of the wound.. Everything got really crazy and bright, brutal shaking and I found myself laying down in a place out under the stars on a roof of some building. I got up and it was obviously the future.. I went around and looked for someone, I got in an elevator.. there was some girl in a red outfit smiling with her head tilted a little, she was some person who worked in the elevator. (for a second I felt like I was in an anime) after that I went out and there were pokemon type things following people around. for a little while I just looked around and enjoyed where I was.. I felt like I had all the time in the world. I forget what I did exactly but I wasn't done with what I was doing when I woke up.
*notes..
- this was an extremely long dream!
- this was an odd dream, I really want to remember this dream.

Running From the Cops

I was in a car with a few other people. They had done something wrong. One guy had a gun pointed in his mouth. I didn't want him to shoot himself so I tried to shoot his hand ...which was in front of his face.

I shot at him twice at close range (missing?). Then I thought that it was perhaps not such a good idea to shoot him for, as mentioned, his hand was in front of his face.

Dream Skip

The bad people are gone, but I'm in the car with someone else--a friend. The police are looking for us. There is a police helicopter. We have all the guns. I start stuffing them around the car to hid them. I can still see them, so I try to hide them better.

Eventually, we approach about 20 cop cars, all with their blues on. We are stopped by a red light, but the cop cars are beyond the light, so they kept going.

The End

Polar Bear Attack

I was somewhere really cold with some friends and my brother. My brother walked out about 20 feet from camp and ran into a polar bear. He was too close to run away, and the bear jumped him.

I was terrified. I wasn't going to be able to save my brother, but a friend, a short chick from my childhood E. G./V. ran out and tried to help. The bear's attention was diverted and it got off my brother.

There were two walls forming a corridor leading to the bear now. In other words, I wasn't really shielded by any wall. I was looking down a wall leading to the bear. Anyway, the bear started chasing me.

I had some binoculars and threw them at the bear's face. I missed. That sucked because he kept chasing me. As he got closer, I threatened to throw the binoculars at his face again.

The End

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an audience, probably on the far left side, a few rows back from the front, in a zoo-theatre. On the stage were two workers, one at the front of the stage and one at the back. The one at the back of the stage wore a white jumpsuit and cap and may have been mopping the floor. The one at the front stood before two "polar bears."

The two "bears" stood up and were on the right (my right) side of the stage. The stood next to each other, side to side, so that it was hard for me to see the one in the back. The one toward the front, however, did not look much like a real polar bear, but like a mix between a polar bear and the huge, shaggy dog on Sesame Street. It was all shaggy, and its face, except a huge, black nose, was covered over with shaggy fur.

It was like I had come in in the middle of the worker's act. He was telling everybody how he could freeze a polar bear so that it wouldn't hurt him, even when he got close to it. He was now standing right in front of the front polar bear (which towered over him), repeating the words, "Don't move, don't move." He may also have been stroking the bear's right arm.

The bear didn't move, and it only seemed to be slightly annoyed by the zoo worker. The zoo-worker then said that this was all a matter of training, and that on some days the training still didn't work. So it was kind of a dangerous thing to do.

The bear now turned toward us in the audience. I was now in the very front row, on the very far right side, very close to the front polar bear. The bear, turning to us, made a weird motion with his arms, like a magician's gesture, and made a "sshha!" sound, which was also supposed to be magic.

Nobody reacted to the bear. I don't think anybody knew or cared what it was doing. But I understood. The bear wanted to hypnotize and freeze somebody else. He wanted the hypnotizing relationship to be reciprocal, so that he could feel he had a little control over the situation. So I did my best to act hypnotized and frozen, to make the polar bear feel good.

The worker was now over at the left side of the stage. He lifted a baby polar bear out of something like a cradle or one of those clear hospital beds for newborns. The baby bear looked like an actual animal. But it was long and greyish, like a seal, with arms and legs like a polar bear.

The worker said the baby bear was just at the beginning of its training, so that the worker's ability to freeze the baby bear would be less predictable. But the worker thought he could do it. But as soon as he tried, the baby bear took a swipe with his sharp claws at the worker's mouth.

The worker said, "Whoa!" and put the baby bear back in its bed. He then told the audience, "Yeah, I don't think we can do it today. The baby bear isn't being agreeable."

Dream #2

I, possibly as someone else, was in a small boat in something like a Venetian (?) canal at night. I saw myself as if from behind and separated by ten meters or so.

The canal was much wider than usual, and it was in the midst of a town that looked almost as if it were made only of wooden frames and scaffolding. The whole thing was very still, and it was lit from above with something like stage lights.

My small boat was close to a small, wooden dock, at which knelt a kind of young, handsome, Arabic man. The man had a moderate mustache and a slightly stubbly face. He wore robes and a small, wrapped headdress. He had given me some kind of advice, which I accepted. I was now rowing, or simply drifting, away in my boat.

I was now in an airplane, possibly with my brother. The plane was crashing into the ocean, not far from some small island.

There was some kind of narration over the event, possibly as a memory from a female passenger. She said something about how everybody was acting okay as the plane crashed. But, she said, once the plane flipped upside-down, it was extremely difficult for everybody to stay composed. It was even painful.

I hadn't remembered the plane flipping over. I thought, Is that really how it's going to happen? I don't know if I can take it!

But the plane flipped over and crashed into the water. As it flipped over and crashed, I seemed to be separated from the whole situation, as if only imagining in my head all the different painful possibilities of being flipped upside-down in an airplane, crashing my head against the ceiling, etc.

There was a lot of panicked feeling, but it all kind of faded away. The scene faded into my brother and I floating in the boat on the canal. We had drifted out toward the center of the canal. We sat up and began rowing our way back to the sides.

There had been some huge storm and flood in the canal. My brother and I had barely survived. But the water levels were now back to normal. Things were calm.

We were rowing our way to a portion of the canal that was light with morning light, not dark, like the previous portion of canal (still) was. We rowed in the water between two long, wooden docks. On the platform at the end of and between the two docks stood the Arabic man. I realized that the advice this man had given me had saved me and my brother.

I somehow left my brother on the front end of the left dock. I rowed back toward the end.

I approached the man. He either reached out or bent over to help me up to the dock. He also had an object in his hand. It looked like some kind of NERF toy. It was a hot-pink circle outline against a black circle of fabric, like some kind of pad for catching velcro balls.

I was very grateful for the man's advice. I wanted to prove it in a really personal way. So I asked the man, "How do you say 'thank you' in Arabic?"

The man asked, "Arabic?" He stood up and looke a little confused, maybe even uneasy. I noticed that a couple other men were with the Arabic man. They were all doing some kind of work in the city behind them. The city may have been white stone buildings or more of the wood-frame structures. The whole scene was bathed in gentle, yellow sunlight.

I was worried the man wasn't Arabic. But he finally answered something like, "Meretas," or, "Muhretas."

I was still in the boat, rowing back toward the front of the dock. The man walked alongside me, or a little behind, on the left (as I had approached them) dock. The man and I were discussing something.

I was working a little too hard to make the man feel at ease. I still felt like I had somehow offended him by asking him how to say "thank you" in Arabic. I felt like he now also regarded me suspiciously. I was trying to prove I wasn't suspicious.

Morning of November 17, 1982. Wednesday. (Extensively clarified for inexperienced dream journalists on Sunday, 17 September 2017.)



It seems to be early afternoon throughout most of this dream. My dream starts out in the apartment above my sister Marilyn’s house on Loomis Street, which seems vacant at the time, though there are a few items around including minimal furniture. The steps are unusual, but are similar to other dreams with this distortion. They go around the sides of the living room to no particular location and have no railing.

Eventually, a large and seemingly menacing polar bear makes an appearance but does not chase me at any point. I realize that the polar bear may have eaten the previous occupant of the apartment, but later, I am also thinking that this tenant (Colleen) may have gotten away but left some of her things behind (due to the presence of the bear). There is a distortion when her apartment seems to be upside-down, yet without furniture and other items falling from the implied ceiling. There is a scene where I am on the unlikely stairs and looking down at the creature though I seem incorporeal at one point.

Later, in the last part of my dream, I am downstairs in my sister’s living room and there is a knock on the door which is presumed to be the mailman with a package. Instead, it turns out to be the polar bear. It is standing upright on two legs (and at least a foot taller than me). It does not attempt to attack me, though I wake almost immediately. There is a sense of surprise and awe, but it is not nightmarish.

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This dreams ends with non-lucid doorway waking symbolism. This type of dream outcome is sometimes triggered by the reticular activating system when environmental noise is present and based on the implied need to wake up and answer the door (which does not mean that the environmental noise is an actual door knock as the mind is unconscious and does not correctly perceive the real environment).

Dreams are experienced in real time and mainly symbolize mental processes and changes in REM semi-consciousness or neural patterns. Therefore, a staircase usually metaphorically signifies changes in levels of awareness while sleeping (just as it is deliberately used as such in some forms of meditation and hypnosis). In this case, using a staircase put me into a more vivid offset dream, which is typical. (I use a staircase in some dreams to augment lucidity.)

The polar bear becoming the preconscious to emergent consciousness factor in this case may be coincidentally based on the possible shift to doorway waking symbolism as a result of environmental noise, only if not assuming the earlier segment to be a precursor to it. The assumption that the door knock was possibly a mailman validates the reticular activating system prompt, as a mailman otherwise often relates to incrementing communication between dream self and conscious self (that is, the true conscious self identity trying to reach the otherwise muddled personified subconscious aka dream self).

If there is any waking life relevance here, it may relate to a wish to see myself as stronger or more adaptable to the cold weather (as I had moved from Florida to Wisconsin during the summer of 1978). However, there also seems to be a less-detailed thread of prescience. I told my sister about this dream. Later this day, she said “There’s your snow bear”. It was a television commercial we had never seen previously with the scene of a polar bear running across a featureless ice floe. (However, during one time period, I also regularly saw a real stuffed polar bear in a commercial window display while walking through an area in La Crosse.)

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