Morning of December 3, 2019. Tuesday. Dream #: 19,342-02. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec. My dream begins with the instinctual anticipation of wall mediation, the usual maneuvering between dream space and waking space. There is no imaginary proprioception as cognitive arousal dominates my transition in this case. I sit on a bed in an unknown location without my waking-life identity. I read details in a newspaper for two television shows. I am to participate in the filming of a new series that involves a casual conversation with a celebrity. The “gatekeeper” (personified preconscious) between dream space and waking space is an unfamiliar Australian actor. I stand up when I see the word “EXCITE” flashing in midair (an instinctual association with cortical arousal). Even though I am in an indoor setting, the whole wall is open directly to the street, and an oncoming jeep is carrying the actor to my location. The preconscious simulacrum is a passive rendering. He sits on the bed as we talk about the conditions of his environment. “What is it like to live in such a hot, dry climate,” I ask him - as if I live in a different region. He talks about himself and his status. At this point, I notice a big cardboard box near the bed (compartmentalization of the process) that contains outdoor features such as grass, rocks, and small shrubs. There is also a seemingly tame Australian possum running around in the box. This feature is meant to induce recall of my waking life, as Zsuzsanna had a pet possum while we were writing to each other, but the heat (in real life) makes cortical arousal sluggish. Instead, I ask the man if all possums are as tame as this one. He answers in the negative. He seems slightly impatient. The processing changes back to cognitive. The simulacrum subsides for a time. I read about the actor in his fictitious television series from years previously, though the preconscious process heightens to the imaginary inference of intrusion. I read the name of the show as “Bryant’s Bandits” (typical redundant dream state phonetics like “Tony Karoni” from years ago). I instinctually try to reinduce my dream with water reinduction as virtual melatonin mediation. I teleport to a big lake. The actor is seemingly filming a new episode of “Bryant’s Bandits,” which is about men on a submarine with him as the captain, though they are not criminals but military. He stands atop the submarine while his men stand on the shore. The sleep-wake mediation becomes preconsciously authoritative, so I let myself wake into another hot day.
Whiteboard I'm writing on my whiteboard with a whiteboard marker. There is not much consistency in the colour that I'm using. At some point I erase something I just wrote, which was written in blue. I also try to write something with my black marker, but it seems the ink has run out. It turns out that the marker I'm using is actually a red one and it won't work because I'm writing over some blue parts, which messes with the red tip. I thought it was red because the cap I pulled off it was red. Weird.. shouldn't the whole body of the red marker be red? Fragment » There's something with a submarine. I'm spectating I believe. Something has gone wrong with the submarine and some things have to be done to prevent people from drowning. It doesn't feel all too realistic. At some point it also seems more like it's a computer that needs fixing. I think about what a horrible way to go it would be to drown in a submarine. Like hell I'll ever get on one. » Not sure what we're doing. We're recording a video, but I can't recall for what purpose. I'm a bit conscious of the fact that I'm totally naked. Lets make sure the camera doesn't pan down any further than is necessary. Nasty drink I'm in Indonesia with a classmate. I decide to get us some food on the moped. I sort of see/know a very fast summary of a few seconds of me being at the foodplace and then I'm back with food. She tells me that the place I wanted to go to is quite far and the food must be cold. I told her that it's far for her, but not for me, since I have a moped. I think she asks me where I live. I live right around the corner of her place, but I don't wanna tell her since I don't really like her. I take a zip from a bottle. It's one of those bottles which you have to squirt if you really want to make something come out. The taste is a bit vile and I quickly realise that I'm drinking my lens fluid. Uni hoodie I'm walking outside on a slightly sunny day. I see my cousin with her two kids. I pass past some branches and they are just laying there on the sidewalk having some fun. I think I give my cousins a hug. They then start to move to the other side of the street, where my mom's car is parked. She is standing close to it. Because I was talking to their mom, it took both of us a moment to realise they were heading out to cross a street. I run after them. They are surprisingly fast. I catch up to them at a point where I couldn't have prevented anything. If there was a car, all I would have accomplished was that I would have gotten hit first. There is nothing. The 4 year old is wearing my grey hoodie from my university. It's all soaked and it's way too big for her, dragging over the ground. I ask what happened to it, as I'm attached to that hoodie. Her mom and my mom both tell me to not make a fuss about it as it can be cleaned. I'm not, I just wanna know what happened. I consider trading my crappy red hoodie for the uni hoodie, but what would I wear then? I'm not gonna wear the uni hoodie while it's wet. I'm at my mom's home, on the balcony. I throw my uni hoodie on a drying rack. I ask a question about it and my mom gives me this shitty answer that's not really an answer. Now I'm mad. I'm sitting in my room. I can hear my mom shout, asking to borrow €1,- for some reason. I ignore it. It turns into an argument. I'm not gonna borrow her the €1,-. She can't even answer a question but she wants to ask favours? No! I think about later tonight, when I'll need a ride to the train station. Fuck it. I'll figure something out on my own.
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Me and my sister are in a submarine with and older man with grey hair and his son who looks older than me and my sister. The submarine malfunctions and the man says he has to park it on the sea floor. He doesn't have time to find flat sea floor to park it because it's already going down so it's gets parked on a hill underwater making us a little tilted. The man then tries to use the submarines phone, but it doesn't work either. The man says we have to leave the submarine than try to swim to the top. The older man and his son go first, they go behind a door then close it and me and my sister don't know what happened next and we worry that we won't know how to get out. Then me and my sister walk towards the door but then we feel the submarine falling to the side it was leaning and me and my sister slam into what was the ceiling and we panic because now the only exit is beneath us trapped shut by the sea floor. We try to figure something out but there is nothing to be done, so I go and try the phone again, first try it was static. Then the second try I got the phone to work so I hurriedly called my grandma thinking the phone might go out again. She picks up and I scream into the phone that the submarine went down on its side and on top its only exit and that we won't make it long because the monitor in the sub says that it's losing oxygen pretty fast. My Grandma sounded like she was trying to be calm at first but and survey the situation but then she started to sound worried and got quiet, and then sounded like on the verge of tears and asked if there was anything I wanted her to know, and I knew we all knew we wouldn't make it so I started to weep while telling my Grandma that I love her and that she's the only reason my childhood was good and said some other things and then I gave the phone to my sister so she could talk. While they talked I looked around the sub for maybe an exit I didn't see before but then I woke up.
Was being bombarded by thousands of little black birds. I was at my house's backyard hiding under a table. Then after the fourth round of diving I ran for my house. The bird's instantly left and I saw my mom and told her to check out the dogs in the backyard. I told her that Bella (one of my dogs) was going to do a cool jumping trick. Bella jumped, but remained suspended in the air. At that point I said, no way is this a dream? So I nose-pinched and sure enough it was! "Mom, I'm dreaming!" "Good for you!" I went outside and started losing lucidity, but with rubbing my hands it took me about 30 seconds to stabilize. My backyard was the exact same as it is currently. I was amazed. However, my neighbors places were completely different. One neighbor's house was actually a sheer drop down to the ocean when a gigantic submarine lay on shore and buried under part of the cliff. After looking around I decided to use some powers. I tried too hard at first, scrunching the muscles in my hand, but then after trying more softly, I could manipulate whatever I wanted. I decided not to summon anyone or fly because now that I was lucid, I wanted to teach myself how to make myself lucid dream more often and then start doing tons of fun stuff. However, I woke up, but in my living room at home that I was currently many many miles away from. False awakening, but I didn't catch it... Now I know to reality check whenever and wherever I wake up.
07.01.2013Avoiding Saddler and Escaping To the Ocean (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID First of all, this was quite a scary dream because I was trapped in a room for a while, and it took some creativity and a lucky distraction to get away from Saddler, the main villain in Resident Evil 4. There are maybe 2-3 resets in this dream, and there were other dreams mixed into them I believe. The first thing I can remember is simply being inside of a tool shed made of gray bricks and a decent rooftop. I go inside, thinking Saddler wouldn't find me there, but I left the door open, and he slowly prepares himself to come in. He takes a peek to see if I'm there, and I'm pretty sure he knows I'm there. For this part of the dream before the reset, it was because I was afraid of what he would do to me that made me shift into another dream. Before the dream goes into a reset at that same event, I'm in a first person player dream where I'm holding a gun and I'm running around randomly. I'm listening to someone showing another person how to prepare their gun. He screams out, "Lift your Arm!" "Hold!" "Shoot" The person practicing this was doing the same procedure stated to him, and I was confused on what he meant by "Hold," so I looked at the person and saw they cocked their gun and I did the same. I noticed when I was doing this, I get a more detailed version of the gun, and I see #1 and #2 near the holding base of the gun. I decided to press number 2 since 1 was already pressed. I hold my arm up, cocked the gun, but I didn't want to shoot. I just repeated the process until I realized I had a different gun. Now I'm shifted back to that same dream I mentioned of me trying to escape Saddler. This time, the dream shift skips whatever I did to get out of the dead-end situation I set myself up for with Saddler. The area around me was an island and the borders for this section of the island had light gray bricks that pretty vivid for something that would just be a filler in a dream like this. The surface I'm standing on is a trailing path of pure brown dirt with green grass left and right. There's randomly generated trees spaced out maybe 10 feet from each other, but if I remember correctly, there were maybe 2-5 trees overall on this section of the island. The sky above is blue and has little clouds, and it feels likes a tropical environment. It feels kind of awkward to have this nice little paradise of an island with evil lurking within in. So I aimed my weapon that's now a grappling gun to the roof of castle-like structure 20 feet away from me. I think I'm going to miss, but the grapple just extends a bit further probably to ensure that I get a hold on to something at least. So I shifted my gun downwards a bit and now the grapple is in place. I thought I had to manually climb up, but apparently the grappling gun does an automatic pull for me...sweet! So I immediately take a right and head for the sandy beach and find that the water stretching god knows how long. The water is a turquoise type of color that's a bit more on the green side, like pastel green, except a little darker and a bit more yellow to give it a limey kind of color. There's a submarine with its top exposed, and I realize I'm riding a balloon like mini submarine. Things are going fairly well for me, and my worries of the balloon like structure popping from sharp objects is eliminated, which allows me to speed up to follow the older man who I believe helped me escape from Saddler. I wanted to go into the submarine since the old man was apparently going for it, but he moved forward instead, and I clearly shifted my vehicle to the right. I'm keeping a pretty steady pace, maybe 30 feet away from him, but now I'm shifted to the right, and I think I plan to go on my own into a even DEEPER ocean that's right UNDER this one. That's all I remember for that one. _________________________ 07.01.2013Bacteriophages Infecting The House (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of a house, and basically, there are brown bacteriophages that are about as small as my pinky, maybe smaller than that, infecting this random house I'm in. I'm trying my best to avoid them because someone told me that they can cause your memory to degree. They weren't really affecting me, or at least I didn't feel as if they were after me, but I started to get paranoid because they grew by the number at random places in the house. _________________________ 07.01.2013Running Away from White Tiger With Black Stripes (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There's this female that I'm close to in this very cold area completely saturated with snow. There's not much I can remember from this, but I do remember saying something to her, and then I was trying to run away from her. She transforms into a white tiger with black stripes, and while I'm trying my best to get the hell away from her, I think I'm saying some cruel things at her along with someone else running away from her. The other person does most of the insulting, and I realized that these insults I'm giving to her are petty and just completely disrespectful. I'm pretty sure she was someone good to talk with, but I don't know that triggered this negativity. She comes at me fast in her tiger mode, and I'm now in this weird position where I'm controlling my dream body to run away from her, but I also have vision to see what's behind me. She's just coming at me with all her might, and I'm barely able to keep up a faster pace than her. I noticed the glacier and icy areas I'm passively acknowledging as I'm going maybe 60 mph or even 70 mph, possibly in an animal transformation of my own, are starting to crack. But we're going so fast, it doesn't even matter. I can't remember much after that. Then there's this other dream I had where my father reads my text messages and what's on my computer, and I don't want him to know I have a girlfriend. He seems to be a bit passive, but I still quickly take back my phone and laptop away from him.
Updated 01-08-2013 at 05:03 AM by 47756
08/16/2011 Had a dream about submarines and Voldemort. Broke into the local newspaper office. We went way into the back where storage was kept. There was a large pile of plushy animals and squirt guns. The heavy door behind us closed and I needed to guess the password. I guessed right. Outside the window of the back room(which was slightly below ground level) was a side walk. Through the window in the dark I saw a man's shoes and he was whistling. They either caught us or where planning to catch us with a large sack.
NOTES: 100 countdown Homophobia. Basket ball. Sunken ship. Plane. It was shot by some guy from the plane but who jumped to the submarine. The plane landed on the ocean. The other guy in the plane is alright. Turned it into a sunken ship show. Fake ghosts and all. An entrance to the castle. Cave. An adventurer. I told him to be careful. If anything disturbs the water, the dragon will wake up. There's a stone that's attached to the chain that could fall at any moment. The idiot simply jumped into the water/lake. He fought the dragon using a sword. The dragon speaks. Then suddenly, someone took the adventurer's hand. It was a fair lady. She led him/me out while the dragon just looked. She's a "larva," a dragonchild. She said that we have to be in touch so that I'll survive in the dragon's lair. After we were out of the lair, she let go. I walked out to what looked like a house. Yellow and blue paint. Seems like a toddler's school. Met some kids. Walked downstairs. Met some more, and encountered a woman who looked Indian. Somehow, I thought she was Marco's mom. She smiled at me, as if we know each other. They thought I was a guest of sorts. I walked on. There were other people but they mostly ignored me. I met a teen Caucasian woman who was looking for her dictionary. told her I haven't seen it. Later, I encountered her mom, who admitted she used it as a gift wrap for gifts. She apologized and asked to return the remaining pages left to her daughter. Went around and looked for the daughter. I heard the others call out behind me and asked if I'll be early. I waved back, then saw that they were talking to someone else outside. An uncle. Finally found the daughter and explained to her. She just sighed and accepted the papers. I was in some place. I don't have any wallet or anything. I took a tricycle home. I'm not sure how I paid for it. I'm in "my" room in Manapla. I sang, and thought mom might wake up thinking I was screaming because of my weird voice. Moments later, I heard a knock. I stayed silent. Then she asked my sister in the other room. I "woke up" too.
Updated 10-17-2012 at 05:10 AM by 47454 (Add title)
I climbed aboard an old steam train, for a tour. I went ahead of the tour, since I knew my way around already. I made it into a race of some sort, where I went from carriage to carriage looking following where I knew the tour would go, being careful that nobody from the tour could ever be quick enough to see me. I now thought of the train as a retired submarine which had been put inland as a tourist attraction. I hopped off, and started running alongside it (it was very long). Since I wanted to run fast, I went on all fours. Realised it was a dream, but was tricked into thinking that if I went fully lucid I would awake, so I gave up lucidity. Suddenly I was in the back yard of my parents' house, which was actually the art house from my previous dream. Nikolas was with me, and Gordon the dog was there too, by the back fence. Suddenly, Gordon started to vomit profusely, and I quickly took Nikolas inside away from him. We went in by the laundry door, and up the steps.
2/12/2012 I'm going to my friend's house. I have a small flat box containing a piece of furniture that I bought for myself, but it was my friend's birthday recently, and I feel guilty about not getting him a present. I realize he would like this furniture, so I give it to him. See, their old comfy chair broke, and the furniture I got is a recliner. It's kind of cheap though. I'm worried it won't be sturdy. It turns out to be a very comfy, squashy blue recliner, and my friend likes it. We rearrange the furniture to make room for it. I'm playing Minecraft with a friend. We're at the surface, and there is a gap leading down into a cave. We put ladders and torches on the edges (it's a vertical drop down into the cave). We also put burning rope (it's a sweet new light source). I want to play with this burning rope stuff because it's new. I walk onto the hole with the ladder, so I'll drop slowly down, and then I hang onto the burning rope by pressing shift. I hang from the rope for a few moments, but then I lose my grip and fall into the cave below. There are a lot of bookshelves here. We quickly place torches throughout the room. I go down a tunnel to explore alone. I am attacked by skeletons. I defeat them with some difficulty. I realize my health is extremely low. More skeletons attack. I fight cautiously, retreating. I make it back to the main room with the bookshelves, but the skeleton is still on my tail. I weave in and out of the bookshelves, now running more than fighting. The skeleton charges at me. I can't run fast enough. I die. I respawn nearby and hurry back to collect my stuff. I'm riding the trains, but I end up somewhere I didn't want to be. I get on the train going back the other way and go back a station. I have a mighty fine hat. It's brown with a wide brim and has a string under my chin so I can slide it back and it will rest on my back. I somehow know that Minecraft mechanics are (still) in place, but not everything is cubes. These people are building a submarine with shopping carts and chairs. They start by digging out a few cubes of dirt, and putting some lava in the hole. Now they're building the craft on top of that. They're going to add on a 'candy chair', so I'll have a place to sit. Apparently it's really cute. I'm a little apprehensive of something that cute- it might end up being pink and kiddy and horrible. I wonder how we are going to be able to breathe underwater in this contraption, but I figure it must just take advantage of some sort of glitch. I'm putting my backpack in one of the spaces for luggage at the back of this 'submarine'. My backpack is pretty full, but it's squishy, too. It takes a bit of fiddling to get my backpack in the luggage space, but I manage it. We've started moving while I was busy with the luggage. I'm stuck hanging onto the back instead of having an actual seat. A woman and the kid are sitting in the shopping cart shaped main area of the 'sub'. Another woman is hanging off the side and steering. There's an extra chair hanging off the other side that unbalances the craft a little. We're moving at high speed over land and little ponds. Presumably we are going to go underwater when we reach the river. I'm looking forward to seeing how it works (although I'm a little afraid the answer will be 'it doesnt'). But I wake up before we reach the river. I'm so disappointed we didn't get to go underwater.
I’m in a huge submarine, in a room somewhere on the lower levels. I’m in a group of some kind of super heroes or mutants. I find a way to a small, easily defendable compartment where we can hide for a while. There is a mutant king running the kingdom of the good guys. The bad guys, who are attacking in the huge submarine, are threatening the kingdom. They can win the battle easily and so very little actual fighting takes place. The king is on his way to exile. We are advancing on a corridor in the submarine. We run across another group of mutants, who are on the other side. Neither of us wants to fight, so we keep postponing it, talking and thinking about how to win them. Suddenly there is a noise and the submarine starts to sink. Some electronics are not working anymore but the lights are still on. We have no idea what happened. The king is looking over at the submarine as he is leaving the country. He sees is shake and start sinking. He says something to the enemy diplomats escorting him. He doesn’t know what happened either. But they don’t turn back.
I was either in a submarine, or in the lower decks of a ship. The floors were wooden, but the walls were made of metal. I went down the hallway, and opened the door, and there was this guy...who was a ghost. I'm not sure if i was supposed to meet up with this guy, but someone else showed up, and asked me questions. Every time he did, a falloutesque list of answers came up, except it was like 15 different things I could say. I remember one of the answers involved the NCR, and that's when I started wondering if it was a dream or not, but it ended.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG 0:00 GMT – Sleep Fragment: - Something about people getting a tour around the European Parliament 3:50 GMT Mother unlove I am at the square just by the end of the ramp that goes to my mom’s house. [My mom had told me that police goes often around this area and she even heard shots one day.] On the dream I look at all houses, and feel that this specific one in the middle is where the troubles are coming from. Then I see this Saudi Arabian (sorry to the Saudi Arabians, don’t mean to insult, this is clearly prejudice) peeking through a semi-open door. He sees me and looks at me in a way I can’t distinguish if he’s threatening me or flirting with me. But anyway I decide not to stay around to figure out. I go up the ramp and realise I’m wearing my ugliest pijama [which I don’t even have anymore] and floating in a really strange way – if anybody sees me, will think I’m such a freak, but if in the past I would feel totally embarrassed, now I just try not to care. Instead I think how awesome is the contortionism I am doing. I look like some alien animal. I arrive at my mom’s building and check the mail box, trying to hurry before someone else comes [a recurrent dream for years]. Then outside I see this weird baby crawling on the pavement. It has the body of a baby, but the head of an older little girl who already talks. I pick her up and ask her what’s she doing here alone. She then tells me her mother totally ignores her. She loves her but has made vows to just cuddle her and give her care after she is baptised, so this baby girl never received mother love. I find that really stupid. I take care of her until parents arrive [also a recurrent dream] and think her mother will be upset that I’m being loving towards her baby. But she is cool about it. She doesn’t mind others do it, she just doesn’t. I then see it from the mother’s perspective and realise what a great detachment practice she is doing and I even admire her for her strength, but still I don’t think it’s fair for the baby. Sex everyday My boyfriend then appears and I talk to him about this previous dream baby-mother story. Then he informs me about some letter he received (from some girl, I presume) and he asks me if I feel jealous. I say I am ok, I trust him. Then he says he was with this guy from work who cannot be one day without sex and was freaking out because he skipped one day. He told me he had told him he had to be joking. He explained how for example he doesn’t see me for prolonged periods of time and he doesn’t freak out about it. And the other guy told him it wasn’t healthy not to have sex everyday and that he should have a backup for when I’m not around. Then I started looking at him a bit annoyed, not knowing why he was bringing this conversation up. Did he intend to tell me something? 4:30 GMT Epic flood I am part of a research team that is predicting extreme weather events. At the moment there’s a catastrophic drought where we are but we predict that a huge flood, of biblical proportions. Then the head scientist goes nuts and decides to leave the team to build an ark. But not like the naďve Noah’s ark, it’s a fully equipped, ultra-modern submarine. At some point we all get involved in helping. He is building it on top of this canyon, which used to be a riverbed and is now a completely dry valley. People have settled houses on its bottom and we predict that it will be flooded and all the people will die if they don’t get out of there. Then one day, when the sub is ready, just needing minor adjustments, I see this gigantic wall of water wiping through the valley and people running and screaming, but they stand no chance. Only a few who were around the sub - many curious people have come to see it regularly and kids play inside it – they have a chance to escape but we have to close the doors, because we cannot get them all inside and also there’s no time. Three kids who were playing inside get separated from their parents who got stuck outside. The parents are knocking on the door and looking through a window, desperately trying to get in. But I can’t open or we all die. At least the kids are inside. Then I worry, when the water hits us, that some door I was working on, still needed a few adjustments and might not cope with the pressure, but so far is holding. Then starts a social experiment inside the sub. After some time locked inside it, people start to reveal what’s really inside them. For example, there’s this black guy who has been harassed by two different girls who feel attracted to him. But he is not interested at all. They keep pushing, they even seduce him together, but he really doesn’t care about them. Then another black guy, shorter and much more extroverted, thinks he has the solution to his problem. He goes to his room when he is resting on the bed, pulls of his pants – the other guy offers resistance, but not very convincing – and then performs fellatio on him who is fully erect and clearly enjoying. Still, he feels so embarrassed that he kicks the shorter guy out of the room. Then he becomes very quiet and unsocial, not accepting what has become clear to him. There’s also this guy who is in love with these two girls who tried seducing the black guy. He is talking about this with some friends on the common room – the black guy is sitting on the back, looking to the floor – and he asks his friends what they think about that. Then one replies amused that as long as all the people involved agree on that, there’s absolutely no problem. The social constraints went down the drain with the flood, inside the sub all that matters is that everybody is happy and lives love freely. Then he raises his voice a bit so the black guy can also hear, that everybody is cool about everybody else’s choices, no matter whether is to love 2 persons or someone of the same sex. 8:30 GMT – Wake up
Morning of September 17, 1988. Saturday. Not as pleasant as it sounds, this was a long meandering dream which became fairly uncomfortable by the end (in the sense of in-dream boredom and physical tiredness). I own a small yellow submarine and go on an excursion in the Black River region of the Mississippi River. I am very cramped in the machine. The submarine is smaller than a Volkswagen. Later on, it seems to be too small to even be inside it, and in fact, I seem to swim or move along the outside of it in a somewhat frustrating way. (This is similar to all of the many car dreams where I could not sit down inside a car because I could not fit in it - one of my most common recurring dream themes, in fact.) The area near the river bottom also seems a bit more like the ocean depths at times, but with a sort of artificial appearance. I do not go near the surface at any time. I feel very annoyed at most points. There are not that many fish or things to look at at the time, either. It does look a bit like the Beatles animated version in form. I believe this is a play on the fake charges made against me in Vernon County (false charges were common at the time, to keep their jail at a “quota” or some such) - I had to plead “no contest” (meaning “guilty”) for a false “fishing without a license” charge, which was fabricated by the authorities, and even the judge was a known crook who stole someone’s property through a supposed “loophole”. It comes from the fact that other people arrested (one male for “stealing” his own car, for some sort of report mix-up by a girlfriend) had a song they sang to the tune of “Yellow Submarine”, which was “We all live in the Vernon County Jail”, etc. That experience taught me a lot about the bizarre level of corruption in authority and how they do anything they want. Ironic that the ignorant public believes you have to actually do something wrong to be documented within any agency or department with more falsified records. Amazing, really; happens in both the USA and Australia and probably everywhere else. My brother-in-law helped me a bit in this, as he knew about the high level of corruption, but I still had to plead guilty for something that did not happen - taught me a lot about how things really “work”, and all through this, I was as passive as possible as I usually am, because I know how the wrongful dominant culture thinks and acts.
Morning of December 31, 1978. Wednesday. This dream from age eighteen (after moving back to Wisconsin during the last days of June 1978) is very similar in some ways to an early childhood dream of the same date (so therefore seems like some sort of “anniversary” layer - Return of the “cat girl”), though the implied submarine is not actually part of any real building’s lower level that I know of (or reminiscent of any). There have not been any other dreams of this particular mood and nature (that is, with a basement or lower level of a building as a faux submarine) that I know of other than this and the 1966 one. In my dream, I am supposedly in a feasible “submarine” and carry the idea that I may be being filmed as part of some sort of big-budget movie. This makes me feel as if my privacy is being violated even though I do not fully feel at home in this setting or even know much about it (or any back story). That is mostly because I want to find a girl to interact with although I seem to be the only one “on board the submarine”. This faux submarine, even though I seem to see it from the outside at times (possibly via some sort of view screen or short-term in-dream disembodiment) and even stationary in the waters of the ocean (though seemingly not that far below the surface), I am also aware of its “real” location. Its “real” location is on the east side of Highway Seventeen, oriented north to south, underground by about ten feet (so that apparently a flight of steps leads up and out on at least the two ends), and on the perimeter of our neighbor Harold’s orange grove (though the orange grove does not exist any more and thus is not in the image with this entry). The inside of the “submarine” is more like a large but narrow underground warehouse or appliance storage area made up of two separate halls and at least two sections, somewhat suggestive of the letter “H”, each lined with a number of ovens and probably washing machines, refrigerators, and other larger furnishings and such including large antique wooden tables and not-so-fancy table lamps. Even though I seem to be a part of this scene as in a movie, nothing happens at all except for me wandering about and looking for a girl to be with - most seemingly, the “mystery girl” (wife-to-be character). Other than that, I have no strong focus or awareness of the real world - only where I am in placement and orientation of the fictional setting. This could be an extreme variation of my much older school bus dreams, when I used to “see” my bus as a “submarine”. The underground location is the general area near where the bus stopped regularly during one semester. It does not dawn on me at any point that we do not live right near the ocean, and I do not come to recognize that a submarine cannot travel through solid ground, especially while remaining motionless (such is the “logic” of dreams) - the same failed comprehension from age six. Relative to the unusual fictional setting, see also the following dreams: Hall Kitchens? Short dream of a house of mystery
Updated 07-15-2015 at 09:14 AM by 1390 (additional information)
Night of August 10, 1968 (and after - environment was similar in the last section of the “Ocean Carousel” entry). Saturday. Summary: I explore a mostly teal-colored submarine/oil-rig/warehouse composite and see periscopes of all sizes and eventually meet anthropomorphic sandspurs (also written as sand spurs and sandburs). When making the trip from Wisconsin to Florida at about a year younger than here, I sometimes dreamt of anthropomorphic vegetables in mostly featureless canyon-like surroundings or near cliffs. This is related to the environment and location I described at the end of the “Ocean carousel entry”. It is the odd teal-colored and primarily metal structure that is seemingly linked to a beach or possibly as being somewhat like a larger, more complex oil rig. In this dream, there are more submarine features than before, including electrical boxes of some kind. The little, I assume rooms, are somewhat reminiscent of larger (older style) refrigerators with a slightly curved door (vertically on each side) other than the square vents at about face-level, which are like larger horizontal slats of venetian blinds. As I said, even the metal-grill staircases are mostly of a teal color. Although the first “version” of this fictional location was unpopulated (other than myself) this one has creatures of some kind. This environment, though the same as the other, seems less realistic, somehow. It mostly starts out as being watched by (or rather, with) various types of periscopes (all vertical), which remind me vaguely of chimneys from some sort of elusive fictional animated movie. The periscopes range from almost drinking-straw-like to larger than a rain gutter. Eventually, after noticing eyes of various sizes in the external periscopes lenses, there are porcupine-like creatures that are like orange sandspurs with short legs (and I think with arms - at least one carrying a harpoon). I guess I am “invading” their territory by their suppositions. This is certainly not my intent as who wants to be around porcupine-like “people” anyway? Not me. They apparently do not speak English yet there is a slight murmuring - I get the sense they speak Brazilian Portuguese. I accidentally step on one’s foot but that does not instigate a fight or conflict. In some ways, I am not even sure if these were of the eyes watching from the periscopes originally, or a different type of creature sent out to just check for them. The creatures seem confused. I almost sense a mental shrugging from them as a group. The one with the harpoon may or may not be a leader. The harpoon is reminiscent of a giant sewing machine needle. I leave the area without drama and without being stopped or chased. I eventually make my way to the beach by going up various metal structures, all mostly like steps of slightly different steepness. I sort of fall forward onto the shore. There are ancient-looking “starfish” that are more like star-shaped rocks with spirals in the center, although I think they mostly have more than five legs, perhaps six to eight each. Two are stuck together as if originally formed that way (one side into the top of another or some such).
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