11th July 2021 ~7:30 Fragment: Transitioning from the TBC era to WLK era. T is there as his paladin at one point. There's something very Roman-esque about the setting? We need to complete some gold-payment quest to continue on into the city. There's a group of randoms with us, part of our party. Fragment: In a place like L, by the pier area I think. There's a lot of commotion because of an upcoming football match. It's dark-ish, twilight-like, orange and purple hues in the sky? I want to take the subway to go somewhere, but first I got into this church. Many people are leaving an on-going service in the church but many still remain. Aunt G enters the church, I notice her and approach, getting her attention. She eventually recognises me and I tell her we should go somewhere together (to make up for lost time?) because I realise this place is actually quite crowded. I don't entirely feel safe, I think. Someone, an older lady but not as old as my aunt, she's putting up cordons and tells us we can't go in a certain area of the church. She had white hair, maybe tied back. The church is artificially lit, quite a warm light which contrasts with the twilight. Originally I wanted to move towards one of the areas that was cordoned off. We end up leaving the church and heading down a nearby subway entrance. (recall gap) We are next to a guy who's a pipe maker. I tell my aunt how many churches just can't afford new pipes, even though they'd benefit from them. The pipe maker gives us a statistic; only about five-hundred thousand out of one and a half million can afford such things. I realise and remark that it's only a third. I also remark that the distribution is going to be geographically unfair or disproportionate, too. (after writing these two, I got up and had thoughts about WBTB as I got back in bed) ~10:00 Fragment: Visiting a church with H. In the dream, I had a dream where I'd visited this church and it was sort of empty. So, when we're there together, I already know the layout. During the dream, this made me vaguely think of "vision quest" dreaming and that sort of thing (no doubt related to reading Dreamgates before bed). The church has an odd layout, the rooms are laid in an inwards spiralling fashion. One of the back rooms we go through is tiled and looks a bit industrial. It has four big cylindrical tanks, all white. They're about twice and a half our height. I understand them to be part of some boiler system. A man, possibly the warden, is showing us around the church, some kind of introduction. Before this, me and H are outside. We just got out of the van. It's dark? I don't remember the grounds too well but there are tall trees and low dry-stone walls. H shows me something about a painting, which resides out here, on the external church walls. The painting is very big, mostly vertical. It's about one yard wide by four yards tall. The painting itself is kind of sepia in tones. It has a sketch-like look. At first I just see some eyes at the top, like part of an incomplete portrait, but as I move it around (because I'm moving it to hang it on another wall), the image changes. On some level, this makes me think of those "holo" images. Fragment: At a mall place with H. We live in a flat inside the mall, accessible via an escalator through a store, it's either a clothing or jewellery store. Some people I know from school are here, there's some interaction. Rest of recall is gone. Notes: - We went today somewhere that took us the same road that we can take when we went to see a pipe maker. This was recently, so I wonder if that dream theme was influenced by this. - The TBC->WLK dream theme probably came from a nostalgia of the actual WLK period and from having some interest in its classic revival. On the other hand, I have little or no interest in paying to play the game, especially since there's very little social motivation for me to do so. The last time I went on, the atmosphere was more "toxic" than I recalled, something I found hugely disappointed, making me feel like some people just never grow up. Perhaps when I played many years ago, I was just that much younger that I didn't think much of it/just ignored it or maybe it wasn't that far removed from daily life, but now it would just bother me. -- I still find WoW dream themes to be fairly enjoyable, since they do tend to focus on the sense of adventure, combat or exploration, which were feelings that were much more present in me when I was younger. I haven't felt a genuine sense of wonder about anything at all for many years. - In the area where I used to live, the mall has flats over it. Although the mall in the dream had a more "airport-shops" feel to it, the rest of the associations seemed fairly close to memory of home.
Preface: Bed at 10pm to catch up on sleep! Unfortunately, exercise had me worn out last night. No echinacea or vitamins before bed; I was too tired and I forgot. DR 1 I am at a university or school event of some sort. I am with a friend, her boyfriend, and a child. Most times, this child appears to be a boy. My friend and her boyfriend separate for some reason, and I am supposed to go with the boyfriend to get something or find something (papers from the school). I let him do his thing, because there is a small photography gallery showing that we (all of us, mainly the child) have been invited to. The child is very excited to see this, so we are rushing along to get to the room. When I get there, a man is handing out small booklets (prints of the show) for sale. The guy opens the book and its pictures of "cookies". All kinds of elaborately decorated Christmas gingerbread cookies. The one that I most remember is the one that appears to be strangled. Half of his head is coming off. Anyway, the child is so excited and wants to buy one of the books. He/she has given me his wallet, so its in my purse. I go into my purse to get the wallet and he tells me that the book is four dollars. I find four dollars in silver coins and I give it to him to pay for the book. The wallet is a long checkbook type wallet and has a rose pattern (black and pink). When I go to put the wallet back inside my purse. The child gets upset and says that its his/her wallet. At this time I cannot distinguish the sex of the child, because his/her face is so beautiful, dark brown curly hair (big ringlets), fair skin, rosy pursed lips and big brown eyes- a heart shaped face. He/she is so adorable. I say, "I have it right here! You gave it to me, remember? Do you want to hold it?" The child is okay with me holding it. We hang around a bit and then we leave. As we are leaving, I meet up with my friend's boyfriend again. We receive news that half the world has fallen into the sea. This is huge news, and it seems that the world is going to be over. Immediately, I become a third person, and I am looking down at the earth from the sky. In satellite view, I can see Spain and France flip over and fold into the water, as if someone has folded a piece of paper. The same happens to Africa. The rest of Europe, gets completely folded into Russia- and then everything goes under the water. I get freaked out and return to first person. People are crying and there is a lot of commotion. We are oddly calm and begin to make our way out to find the car. We find my friend. She looks kind of upset. I can feel its because her boyfriend and I have been hanging out and we had a good time. She is not happy that she left her boyfriend with me (?). She's not even upset about the earth. The university/school is huge! Its takes us awhile to get back to the car. I get into the driver's seat. Its a small sedan. The boyfriend gets into the front seat (?), and my friend and the child get into the back. Everything looks that dimly lit color again (golden brown sepia tones), only there are no torches or streetlights. I don't know where I am going but there is a lot of craziness about the earth on the radio. It seems that only the North American continent has survived. Side notes: Colors- Mostly the dimly lit orange/gold tones. This is a change from the normal white/grey color scheme. Child- This child appeared so handsome and beautiful at the same time. This is new for me in a dream; I can usually tell the sex of people in dreams, if not by appearance then by feeling. Coins- There were lots of quarters in my purse. In the dream, I had many of them in a plastic bag, which I took out to retrieve the coins. That is odd, but I do hate how change rumbles around and gets dirty in purses. Cookies- These cookies looked alot like the gingerbread cookies that my small nieces and I made last Christmas. They kept putting too much icing and making them look so different, so I started naming them. Earth-Probably the biggest calamity I have had in a dream lately. I didn't think I was capable of imagining that the world could just fold over into the sea. Interesting bit about Russia.
I'm running from something. Someone. I don't know. It's a field at first. A couple buildings on the edge. Suddenly the area quickly transitions to something along the lines of ancient Rome. Everything has a slight sepia tint to it as if it's not perfectly 'clean.' I run up a building and I find myself facing away from me, looking out a balcony over the ancient city. He turns around and its not me. I know his name is Rangle. I don't know why. I remember a spear being thrown. I don't remember who threw it or who it hit, but I woke up.
2 minute 20 second read. Saturday morning, 7 October 1972. (Rewritten for clarifications on 21 June 2022.) The Sally Struthers Autograph Dream # 2,119-05. Some people might incorrectly claim the foundation of this dream is a "false awakening," but it originated from semi-conscious summoning and maintaining it with partial lucidness. However, there were sparsely occurring "false awakenings" (but not in the conventional sense) later in this sleep cycle. To clarify, I thought I had been awake a few times before morning when I was not (though this was more like false memories of brief dreams that did not occur), mistakenly confirming "Sally Struthers" was written on the page. (There was no resemblance to her real-world autograph). The outcome was that it was not her name but "sepia" written in cursive in real life. (Even if it had been her name, it would have been me who had written it.) The word was on the right-hand page, slightly above the center. As a boy, I had written that it might have been confusion with the word "sleepy." Ultimately, trying to remain alert enough throughout the night to write in my dream journal immediately after a dream was something I felt was problematic. I never had trouble recalling multiple dreams in vivid detail every morning, so it was unnecessary. In my dream, actress Sally Struthers, dressed informally in blue jeans and an orange sweater, visits me around midnight in the darkness of my Cubitis bedroom. She stands in the southwest quadrant of my room near the head of my bed. She seems younger, probably from my associations with her teenage persona of Pebbles in the cartoon. As she leans over me (as I do not get out of bed), she tells me about the work she will be doing to help people in poverty and her pending activism (Christian Children's Fund, which became a scandalous organization in 1994, and public service announcements). She wants to sign her name on a page of my dream journal (that, in real life, was open on the desk near the head of my bed) to prove to me that she had been here. I was familiar with her acting in "All in the Family," the movie "Five Easy Pieces," and (as aforementioned) voicing Pebbles in "The Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm Show." There is unaccountable content here. Sally's appearance and persona are more like Fran Clinton in "The Getaway," but that movie did not come out until December 1972. Odder is how, according to sources, she only became the Christian Children's Fund spokeswoman in 1976. Because the movie ("The Getaway") was already in production when I had this dream, it is demonstrably more from a co-occurrent "non-local" perception rather than "seeing the future." (That is certainly true for my continual "communication" with Zsuzsanna before we learned of each other in waking life.) The content regarding the Christian Children's Fund and the charity work she became known for is likely from a type of perception people do not fully understand yet. I do not think it is "seeing the future." Because they approached her as such, it must have been for a discernible reason, something I impersonally perceived (for no particular reason for me). With Zsuzsanna, it is different and an unknown factor continually linking us together all our lives on many levels.
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