Morning of July 6, 2015. Monday. Dream #: 17,731-04. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec. This dream was mostly abstract but had a vivid corporeal scene in the last offset segment. The narrative begins with anger regarding an unknown person cleaning an area where I had my belongings stored, though it is unclear if I was staying in the room. It is the Loomis Street house (irrelevant since 1994), but the perspective is distorted and seen mostly only from the ceiling. At one point, I am aware that three equidistant posts are jutting from the floor, oriented east to west. I notice my (fictitious) belongings consist of numerous small items of metal and plastic. After they discarded some of my small possessions, they randomly placed the rest of them around the posts in nearly a perfect circle, each pile a few inches high. I see this from a vague incorporeal viewpoint, with several abstract transitions. I am unaware of any other room in the house at the time. As my dream becomes less abstract, I am corporeal and getting ready to get out of a car (having been driven by my brother-in-law, though I do not see him) that has arrived on Loomis Street. As I am leaving the car, I notice the radio is on, though not very loud. I remember I have to turn the radio off when being the last one to leave the car (no waking-life correlation). I reach over to the far right near where I had been sitting and flick down a switch that is like a light switch. However, that does not turn the radio off but changes it from FM to a louder AM station but with more static. Without touching that switch again, I find a similar switch closer to the steering wheel (though still to my right). I flick this switch down as well, and the radio goes off, and I slowly wake. What I know as of July 2020: A parked vehicle is tied in with the imaginary physicality of the dream state, though defining the cessation of vestibular activity (and its ambiguity as in REM sleep). If the car is moving, imaginary kinaesthesia is a factor (vestibular cortex arousal). Ultimately the physical body is an illusion in the dream state, and this illusion will transition to the concept of traveling in a vehicle (such as a car). This situation initiates both somatosensory cortex and auditory cortex arousal. In this instance, I manage the auditory cortex while in my dream by way of a somatosensory-auditory-cerebral handshake. Such modulation seems intriguing, I think.
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I am in a sort of culdesac neighborhood. I am walking down the street and I see a house with three posts in their yard. I go over to them and for some reason decide to take them out of the ground and move them. I move each one over a few feet to a patch of mulch. I then walk away fearing that I will be seen. I walk up the street a bit then back. I glance over at the house and I notice three people sitting on the front porch. Had they been there all along? It is a father and two sons. I see them get up and decide it would be best to get out of the culdesac. The father goes across the street to a white house and then tells the sons to go after me. I run down the road and, as if there is some sort of game screen change, I am in an alleyway of a large town. The streets are thin and surrounded by ten foot brick walls on either side. The sun casts a golden light on the whole town. I run through a labyrinth of 6-foot side-streets joined by a 15-foot road. It is very complex and confusing but somehow I know exactly where to go. I come out onto an intersection of two major roads. I forget about the boys chasing me and remember I have to go to class. I see a friend from college and she asks me what time it is. I reach in my pocket but my phone is not there. I can feel it under a few layers of clothing though. I realize that I'm wearing two pairs of shorts and I reach into the pocket of the shorts underneath and pull out my phone. She says "What would you do if you had lost it?". I say that I would have to look for it. "How long would that take? 12 minutes?". I say "More like 21". I flip it open and find it is dead. I look at the top and it still has the date and time and such in faded gradient and glitchy white text. I put my phone away and just say its dead. The next thing I know I am in the room where the "class" is. It is like one of those little pre-school rooms. I am in one corner of the room talking to another friend from college when the teacher calls us over to the table. I sit down, my back to the wall closest to the door. I realize I do not have my bookbag. I hope the teacher doesn't ask for homework. I am sitting next to another student who doesn't have his either. The teacher turns our attention to the center of the table. There is a cup of what looks like some sort of salsa. It doesn't have much sauce though. Mostly solid ingredients. It is somewhat pink in color and looks slightly watery. A girl at the far right end of the table gets excited. She knows what it is and loves it. She says a name for it over and over again but I forget what it is. It is in some other language and I think it began with an 'M'. Anyway we take out pieces of bread and dip it in the "salsa". The girl keeps going on about how sweet it tastes. It doesn't taste like anything to me. It is really quite bland. The teacher then tells a story about some tragic event and the girl tells a similar story from her own experience. I think there was another part to this dream after the "class" but I don't remember.
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