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Dream - Lucid

A gigantic nuclear bomb had been launched at China; it had come from space. It completely destroyed China, Europe, and pretty much that entire side of the planet.

On the other side of the planet in the U.S., I was at home with my family. My mom and brother were definitely there, but I'm not sure where my dad was. Everything was eerily quiet and dark. There was no wind, nothing. Despite our distance from the affected side of the world, we were under a nuclear winter. Radiation could easily kill us. I was worried about that.

At that moment, we were easily some of the only survivors of this nuclear catastrophe.

I walked out into the garage, and Ryan was there, looking through some old stuff we have up against the wall. He turned to look at me. I'm not sure whether or not we spoke.

I went upstairs to look around, and saw that part of my room had caved in. I laughed and called my mom and brother to show them what had happened. It's not like I'd be needing that room anyway, we needed to get out of there.

We were trying to find somewhere safe to go. I was going around the house, collecting things that I thought we may need. I picked up a couple of throw blankets, both cat-themed with little mice and such stitched into them. I was scared that I may touch something that was affected by the radiation. As I scanned the room, everything had this still, stifling air about it. I gathered up a few more things, though they weren't necessarily things that we would probably need. I just wanted to save everything.

I'm down at the Pacific Ocean. I'm wading into the cold water. Little fish are swimming through my legs and seaweed is wrapping around my ankles. It's beautiful, but then I remember how the ocean has been contaminated. I also remember how after Chernobyl, radiation could be detected in the seaweed here. I think about Japan and how it's just across the ocean from us, and I run out of the water. I can't get the seaweed off of my body. Looking back at the ocean, it looks disgusting. It's full of plastic and oil and nasty gunk.

Morning of August 28, 1976. Saturday.



There were other versions of this dream, one many years later in the 1980s. The location is in the northeast area of my Cubitis home near our shed, a common dream location, often related to wanting to travel north on an otherwise passing train or by walking or running.

It was quite rare for radiation (which represents emerging energies of liminal space during shifts in consciousness) to be an issue in my dreams, although I have had a lot of dreams about meteors, some threatening (though meteors are just the conscious mind entering the dream state during the waking transition). In this case, the small orange tree (that never got very big in real life) in the northeast area by the shed has one large orange hanging from a thin branch. I become aware of this fact and focus on it. Over time, a large bright meteor moves down from the sky directly to the east. Even though it is seemingly far away, perhaps a few miles, the orange begins to glow brightly, first with a dull eerie light, then brighter. It has seemingly been infused with radiation.

It is sort of an ambiguous event. In some ways, it seems positive but in other ways, a possible danger. I am not sure why the meteor would have only affected that one orange on an under-grown tree.

Those who understand the purpose and meaning of dreams will know immediately what this is, and what type. Firstly, an orange represents the conscious mind in downsized rendering (analogous to the light of day or the downsized sun) for more intimacy with the unconscious self, even as a form of nurturing it, and for waking preparation.

The meteor, as basically anything coming down from the sky, is caused by threads of conscious awareness (another light of day association but upsized in this case). Dreaming itself is “flying”, and flying or coming down does not have to be the immediate unconscious self perspective, but any sort of projection as such into the rendering of the dream.

Thus we have a typical “failed flight” symbol (the entering of the conscious self into the dream), yet also threads of the conscious self becoming extended yet downsized and more intimately present and nurturing in my dream as the orange as it glows with growing awareness, like a sunrise, the opposite of what the (falling) meteor implies which is accelerated sunset, that is, the “sunset” of the dream form. The end of the dream, the beginning of the day.

Morning of August 19, 1973. Sunday.



I look over the edge of my bed and see a book called “The Elite Kingdom” by Jaylene DeKish. It is a novel (possibly nonfiction) about hairless rats taking the place of people. At the time, I had never heard the name Jaylene and there are no people named “DeKish” as far as I know. There were Google matches for “De Kish”.

There are eerie scenes, also, of glowing hairless pink rats (seemingly not Pepto-Bismol-colored as was recurring) from radiation? - near my bed, mostly along the floor at the side of the bed to the north - and some concern about them being in my bed for a time. In my dream, my bed is near the center of the room where it never was in real life. There is no terror or fear of any kind, though. Certain thoughts regarding the rats seem to last almost all night but not fully into the morning.

For some reason, the word “smek” comes to mind at one point. This almost seems to mean “small mice elite kingdom”, but is actually a sound representation I had seen in comic magazines, for when someone slaps someone.