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    1. Monday, July 18

      by , 08-01-2022 at 12:36 AM
      I am floating and/or walking down a shallow and not that wide river (it seems similar to the Truckee downtown). It seems like it is underground or in a really deep crevice. At one point I go down one of the rapids and hear people nearby gasp. I donít find it nearly that impressive. There is a woman here who also floats down a rapid, face first, with ease and nonchalance. I think sheís been doing this for a while.
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    2. Sunday, July 17

      by , 08-01-2022 at 12:36 AM
      I am at ĎTahoeí. (Really, it is a river about the width and depth of the Truckee downtown, though in a more natural setting). I approach a spot that looks clear and deep and get in fully without hesitation. Iím surprised at how mild the water temperature is; I definitely canít call it cold and itís even closer to lukewarm. Thereís someone else in here; I bump into him as I surface. Now, Iím a little upstream from where I was and on higher ground, overlooking the river. There may be the thought of jumping in. I also may realize better from here that itís a river.
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    3. Wednesday, June 29

      by , 07-06-2022 at 10:45 PM
      I am in, what is in my mind at least, Scotland. Iím looking up at gentle green hills as I float down a narrow, stone ravine. The water seems shallow and slow moving. The sun peeks out from behind a hill and causes a glare which I shade with my hand. The scene seems tranquil and special. There is something about me thinking about what if it was a dream. Now Iím somewhere different but related with a middle aged foreign seeming lady that Iíve just met. I end up asking her where sheís from. She replies with ĎVinaí, which I think is in Scotland. I ask if itís southern and she says no, that itís more North than the North Pole. The conversation then easily moves to me staying there with her. I want to, and think I start making travel plans.
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    4. Thursday, June 16

      by , 06-16-2022 at 09:37 PM
      Iím with Melissa and taking Stella to a pool. It feels like the pool at our complex but a little different. It seems weíre approaching it the same way as we really would, but there is no fence. Right away I notice two guys (one in the regular at work, Blair) and their black and white border collie in the water. Stella doesnít react to it. Now I feel alone or just separate from them. In the pool, which looks like a long oval with a skinny section in the middle that also seems to be a hot tub, I swim and submerge myself. Someone? asks if Iím doing it to get away from everyone. I think to myself that sheís not entirely wrong.
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    5. Saturday, June 4

      by , 06-16-2022 at 09:30 PM
      Iím walking Stella somewhere outside, a fairly wide dirt path, when I pass an older man with his dog, what looks like a retriever. Stella does well with being able to pass the dog without meeting it. There is a culvert off to the side, maybe 8+ feet long. Itís almost filled completely with running water and Stella decides to get into it. In an instant, sheís completely submerged and I can only feel by the pull of the long leash how far into it she is. I initially remain calm, hoping Iíll be able to remain calm, hoping Iíll be able to hold onto the leash until I can just run and grab her on the other side. This then does not feel possible, so I call for help from Dad who is now here. Stella is somehow still being swept down this stream that only seems a few inches deep. It is rocky as well and feels like itís underground, as I run to catch up with her. With all of my might, I eventually do.



      Iím going into a Dead and Company concert with Melissa. The indoor venue seems like something comparable in size to the Reno Events Center. Thereís a simple white folding table in the foyer and some hassle with the middle aged white man in getting our tickets. I succeed in getting them and we go in. Itís close to empty, so we hurry toward the front. Thereís no GA, only seats. When I ask, Melissa says she doesnít care where we sit, which kind of irritates me. At first we go up too high, so we try lower. There are now some people here and we have to squeeze by them in their seats. The band is on the stage now, all unfamiliar except for Bob Weir, the rest seeming much younger. I notice the drummer playing but donít hear any music. Bob is wearing a black cloth face mask which he removes and gives to one of the younger band members to wear. This makes no sense to me but I try to let it go.
    6. Friday, May 27

      by , 06-01-2022 at 10:13 PM
      I am with Julia and maybe some others. Weíre walking along a rocky creek bed. The rocks are dark gray, smooth, and large enough to create a few feet of space between us and the water below. I end up climbing down to the water. Julia reacts as if I shouldnít be doing this, but I think itís fine. I continue further, eventually submerging and then surfacing in a large, circular pool. The walls seem to be stone, though possibly with windows around towards the top, like a cross between a natural space and an aquarium. There are several sea animals swimming in here with me. Jon is here also and I think I jump into the water once or twice.



      I am walking outside when I pass by someoneís yard. The path seems to go right next to the chain link fence. The yard is fairly large and at a slight incline. Thereís a large rock right by the fence; I climb up onto it. There are two dogs here and I am impressed as one climbs onto the steep side of the rock. Iím not sure if the dogs are coming over to be protective, but I end up playing with them. A younger middle aged lesbian couple come out of the house through its back door and start to apologize for the dogs, but I donít mind at all. I throw a ball for the dogs. I also sense the couple is tired and trying to go to bed.
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    7. Wednesday, May 25

      by , 06-01-2022 at 10:12 PM
      Iím in either a pool or hot tub with Melissa. According to its circular shape and small size, itís a hot tub - I just canít tell if the waterís hot or not. There are also no jets running. It seems like this hot tub is in a slight alcove and partially covered by a ceiling. Weíre facing the rest of the patio; itís empty save for one younger, blond woman. A teenaged looking girl comes over and asks if weíll need towels. She seems behind schedule and like sheís doing the bare minimum. Melissa and I glance at each other and tell her no. She comes back in a moment with a roll of paper towels and sets them on the water. I hesitate and then grab them out. Melissa is now sitting close to me in the water and Iím touching her between her legs, under the bathing suit. She is fine with it until I start to go inside, after which she says Ďplease stop.í



      Iím outside somewhere with Julia and Jessica. The area looks maybe like an empty parking lot beside a park. The trees are flourishing and casting solid shadows to contrast with the golden sunlight. Theyíve set up some games, I think as an event for Grassroots. The only one who shows up is a very genial black man and his son (around 7 years old?). One of these games involves a tiny Ďhoopí. Iíve taken it in my hand and inverted it. It feels more like a paper cup and now I worry about getting it back on right. Another looks like a tank on four wheels that can be towed. Itís filled with what looks like different colored cotton balls. I think the Ďhoopí goes on top and then the object is to drop a marble/jelly bean? and follow it down. The little boy is now playing with multiple soccer balls.
    8. ccclxxxv. Alien collective invades, Questioning if I'm really me

      by , 05-26-2022 at 05:10 PM
      2022 May 9th

      Some in-line notes.

      7:50
      Fragment:
      (woke up sweating, vivid long dream)
      Some build-up or something; there are aliens and we are fighting them off as a whole, but only just barely so. It's revealed these aliens are just a scouting party and they are part of a larger conglomerate of alien species. During the dream I see several different scenes just as an observer.

      Meanwhile, there's chaos as a human leader, a woman with short hair, declares that nobody has rights anymore, and that we are moving into a new era beyond our conventional conception of rights. She sounds or seems delusional in some way. I think I saw her give this announcement on some TV thing, but just as an observer.

      Then I'm in a town, outside. There's a modern feel to the area and the previous announcement had been broadcast on the radio, though I didn't hear this myself as a character.

      There's an RPG element to reality but it feels absolutely real in every other way.

      I survive an attack and fight my way into some place. I am constantly chased by aliens or possibly their machines. Eventually, I use some fast-travel mechanic. Once at my destination, I meet up with a friendly robot. It explains that this worm thing has moved to the edge of reality, it looks like a Combine alien. (In retrospect this whole bit makes me think of the original Dune film)

      Normally, reality moves independently of what's in it. But being at the edge curves reality and causes this high pitch noise to be heard throughout the entire dream. And now, in it's current state, reality moves with the contents. This means there's a very big danger to existence itself and all this chaos makes it worse to deal with. (This segment made no sense at all after waking, but during the dream everything seemed to make sense; there were implied laws of reality that were taken for granted and the whole thing had a semi-mystical aspect to it)

      10:15
      Fragment:
      (most of recall lost for needing to answer door)

      In one bit, I'm this woman, a diver, and I'm coming out of some water into a house or apartment through the floor. It's night time or the house is dark, some lights are on. I'm sort of on the floor, tummy down. A TV is in front of me. I think to myself, "am I actually myself?" and then, just as I'm about to do a reality check with my hands, this other woman with curly hair comes out of a doorframe, smiles at me and we start talking. We know each other as characters. At this point I think to myself that I like her body. I still try to do the reality check, but because of the conversation and social setting, I end up not focusing enough on my reality check.
    9. Monday, May 16

      by , 05-26-2022 at 01:27 AM
      Iím at a beach with what seems like some of the family. It is definitely a beach on the ocean coast. It looks like Hawaii or the California coast. The sand is long and also very deep, sloping down to reach the water. The waves come in large but not violently. It is dim out but the scene seems to be lit with some glow, maybe twilight or moonlight. Iím in the water now, with Dad and Stella. Stella swims after something - a toy?, not an animal. She dives down quite a ways after it. Iím apprehensive at first but then relax when I see how well sheís doing.
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    10. Thursday, January 27

      by , 05-11-2022 at 11:34 PM
      I am somewhere outside, on a walk. The place looks familiar (from another dream?). Iím coming up a slight hill to a smaller river. I think I usually go to the right but I veer to the left this time. Thereís a sense of happiness at doing something new. I also have Stella with me. Some or all of this water is frozen solid and she and I walk on it.

      *I was with Dad yesterday and we were talking about how the pond here froze over.
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    11. ccclxxxi. A strange dream-life

      by , 05-07-2022 at 02:16 PM
      2022 May 2nd

      Note to self, at this point I started recording dreams with year first, month second and day third, because as I was archiving dream notes from my old phone, I realised just how much of a mess day first was causing me and it was something I had not given any thought when I first started recording them in that way. In the future, it will be easier to maintain an organised record by using year first, as I already do for some other things.

      Some in-line notes.


      Dream (Fragmented):

      I'm at my old bedroom. Dad is here visiting or something. For some reason, there are some sex toys out in my room and dad grabs them and piles them on top of an old computer desk I used to have in waking life. (The plastic "veneered" one)

      Dad doesn't comment much of anything about the sex toys, but I feel embarrassed. He talks to me about something completely unrelated.

      (recall gap)

      I'm swimming out of a body of water into a stairwell. I can't see the bottom of the water and as I climb out of the water, I'm soaked and dripping. I don't feel cold or hot. My hair is somewhat long and I see it in front of me and feel water dripping off it. The place looks like a school of some kind.

      I get up to the first mid-landing of these stairs and then climb some more steps up to a second landing. There are no more stairs after this point, as if they're missing, and so this landing just leads over back into the water again, from a higher point.

      (The preceding segment was recalled while dreaming the next segment)

      I'm in a field, walking along with two people. One of them is a local, the other someone I know (from the dream?). This field is strange, as it is made up of "strips" about one yard wide of specific plants, which all just seem rather wild and not at all cultivated, despite the organised strip logic going on.

      As a result, there's a varied array of colours, ranging from a nearly blue-green to a dry yellow-green or maybe brown. The local man is slim and on the older side. He tells me something about how they have no choice and how this is all they can afford to do. I understand "they" as their people, as if I'm visiting somewhere that I'm foreign to.

      Then, as we walk off the slightly sloped field area and starting down on a slightly steeper slope, I notice a small lizard, about a foot long counting the tail. Its on the side of a plant or a piece of dry/dead wood. It has a black scaled body interrupted by fluorescent yellow chevron stripes. The tail is flat and spiney, almost beaver-like.

      Then we're walking into a road and I worry about traffic but it doesn't look like there's any, it looks kind of desolate or calm. It's day time, the sun is low but it's not sunset yet and it's half cloudy but it appears bright. There's a road for each direction and they're about twenty to thirty feet away from the other, one of them being on a lower bit, as this whole area is a sort of downwards-sloping cliff seaside cliff area, to the end of which we're walking towards.

      As we get closer, even though the lowest point of the cliff is only about one yard up from sea level, I feel afraid I might drop or be pushed into the sea (on accident or otherwise). (It's at this point I recall the previous segment, I think the water must trigger the memory, though I don't think I "live" the memory in the dream at this point)

      Then, I'm at a house that looks like old home. Some part of recall is missing, weirdly I seem to have slept on the sofa and it's as if I was really asleep in the dream, for a time. I grab something I'd apparently left on the sofa. I see the old man from before and say "morning" to him. I feel a little disoriented and think to myself that I didn't mean to fall asleep and yet I did somehow.

      Then, I'm at an ALDI with H. We drove in in a sporty car. We pretend we're only friends and H says to a checkout person he has to get a massage coupon thing for his partner. The person at the checkout asks "what would she like?" and meanwhile I'm looking for three two-litre bottles of some soft drink, though I can only find one bottle. This ALDI feels more like a tiny service station shop and I think to myself we should have gone to our usual place. (This segment had something to do with the previous one, but I could not retain recall of what or how)

      (recall gap)

      Something about playing a game with a demon, and needing to do this to release an angel or something. The game doesn't make much sense at all and I can't think of how to describe it; in any case I struggle with this game in the dream. This takes place at some big/vast house, or some kind of palace.


      Notes:

      - Although I'd normally make this dream only visible to myself and DV contacts and so on, I feel that part of me has done that far too often of late, out of some sense of lack of confidence, an aspect I've been struggling with (again) in waking life.

      - This entire dream was very peculiar. I feel I could make this remark about so many dreams. In particular however, this dream felt especially switched on in terms of symbolic representation. When recalling the dream, it feels like some part of me was aware of this. Everything about it feels organised and metaphorical in a deeper way than usual, though I think some of it may be inexpressible through words. The dream itself in parts felt like one of those dreams that feels just like life in the sense of "this is how things are, this is my life". This dream would benefit greatly from a fuller exploration on paper that is not constrained to words alone and that can make directed (lines/arrows) associative links between elements.

      - I suspect that dad was representative of false expectations in some sense, because in the dream my embarrassment and the sex toy context were in fact irrelevant to our conversation about whatever else dad talked about. I am not certain what the significance of that desk specifically might be, but I must have been around 8 or 9 years of age when we had that desk, and the computer used communally with my siblings was on top of it, under one of the bunk beds.
      -- In a sense, the sex toys are also likely representative of the other side of false expectation; what my mind or feelings give importance to often has nothing to do with how others are perceiving me and if anything, I end up being bound or imprisoned by my own false notions of what others think.
      -- The other aspect to this is that family (represented by dad) are something that I keep entirely separate from sexual contexts as far as mental constructs go, I feel more so than most other people do, though that may be a result of upbringing; here, the two contexts meet but are essentially ignored by one another, as dad makes no remark and pays no mind, other than some sort of strange "tidying out of the way", and the toys themselves are inert objects that cannot on their own express anything except via context. This makes me think about how Jung defined libido as "psychic energy" as opposed to "sexual energy" as Freud probably did and it seems like the sex toys can also be representative of a transformation of my point of view on said energies. Again, I cannot fully form thoughts on this via text alone, this requires diagrammatic and drawn exploration that can show links and associations in a way that text can't.

      - The flooded school bit was odd because of how vivid it felt in terms of sensations, regarding swimming and water. I don't remember any specific emotions, but the school was an unknown place that I've never visited and which only vaguely conformed to some constructs of schools, none of which I've ever encountered myself.

      - I can't help but feel that I associate the encounters with water in this dream as being some kind of metaphor relating to collectives, more so than an unconsciousness. In a sense, the stairs were exactly about this; I can leave a collective but on the way up and out, there's actually no way out, and all I can see again is the collective, despite whatever other aspiration I might have had. There was a (somehow neutral) sense of hopelessness to this in the dream.

      - The strange field feels like it was about my whole Self. The locals, i.e. my non-conscious elements, do their best to cultivate other non-conscious elements and so on (the plants) but they are constrained by what they can afford to do. I am not sure what "afford to do" could mean in a sense of personality. The land felt inhospitable to cultivation and taming, and perhaps these non-conscious elements actively taking part in growing and tending to things, are actually unwelcome by the rest of the unconscious landscape. I am checking in on them, but I seem to be there in a capacity that cannot act or make changes to the situation at present, and that any changes would have to be future, such as based on a report or the like.
      -- In a sense, the plants felt very much foreign to the land as I did, even if the locals themselves just seemed... Well, local.

      - Despite the small size, the lizard felt instantly appealing to look at, to be interested in. The black scaled body felt immediately relatable to what I have wanted to portray in my alter-ego for some time. The chevron striped pattern seemed unique to me. And in some sense I always find myself relating to reptiles though I have seldom spent time near them, perhaps because they have a tendency to run away from humans and to be solitary, which may be part of the appeal in itself. The lizard's tail appeared dangerous but as the lizard was most likely not aggressive, it seemed like an aspect of self-defence only. Curiously, I am now recalling that the lizard seemed to be in shade rather than in sunlight, and it's the only wild animal I recall seeing in the dream.

      - The part with H at the service station ALDI definitely feels related to how perceptions are so based on physical appearances and how it's very difficult to move on from this, in cultural terms.

      - The game with the demon felt like some kind of mix between Tetris, cards and other games of chance. I really can't describe it, especially for how little visual recall I have left of it. I just remember a somewhat dark and red-hued room, and a cloth-draped table.
    12. Tuesday, October 5

      by , 05-04-2022 at 11:23 PM
      Iím with Melissa somewhere that feels like rural Nevada. The place is gently sunny, with dappled shadows from the handful of trees. I see there is a structure or two - one of which looks like a barn. There are others here, definitely looking like the conservative type. Nobody is wearing a mask, and it feels nice. We notice a small body of water that weíre going to float on? and then notice that itís bigger than we initially thought, with a couple of turns and an increase in size with each. The water is placid and the scene tranquil and peaceful as we float (on something?).
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    13. Waves

      by , 04-22-2022 at 10:09 AM
      I'm in the sea, there are big waves, people have fun with surfboards and jet skis, I also swim, when I see big waves approaching I let them pass over me, I dive in and I'm not afraid, after I take advantage of the fact that there are fewer waves (here it seems that I make an effort of will to control the situation and that the waves are smaller and allow me to get out) and I get out of the water, I think that I have to look for my phone to call home, they will be worried.
      Tags: diving, sea, swiming, water
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    14. The Problem with Open Mics

      by , 03-20-2022 at 10:49 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      The dream seems to be set within some kind of video game world, and as part of the game, I have to go out swimming in the sea and do something with the various fish swimming below the surface (I am no longer sure precisely what the point was supposed to be). One particularly large shape seems a little too interested in me, and itís only after repeatedly beating it off that it gets the message that Iím not dinner and comes to the surface.

      It is a shark, and it proceeds to tell me a story Ė one that I can already tell is unlikely to have a happy ending from a human point of view, although the shark itself is completely oblivious to these implications. I am annoyed with the game for making me come all the way out here and do this. I do not enjoy punching sharks. I do not especially like being buttonholed by them, either. But, I reflect, that is always the problem with open mics.

      -20.3.22
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    15. Apocalypse dream and looking for my teddy bear

      by , 02-15-2022 at 01:44 PM (Dream-quest by UnknownKadath)
      The dream started out almost like The Walking Dead. There was an apocalypse of some sort and part of the group I was with was at least one co-worker. He was telling me that because the grid was down, nothing was pumping water when your turned the tap on, so no more water. Someone would have to venture out and find some. I said I'd do it. no problem. It was dangerous to go out, though I don't remember why. I think there were zombies.

      The dreams changed. I was in a very fancy theater to watch a movie. I don't remember the movie but the theater was multi-level, with stairs and nice railings that reminded me of an elite club more than a theater. I remember seeing a random pack of instant ramen someone had left on the floor, a net of stuffed animals in one corner, and I remembered a particular staircase. I had brought a new teddy bear that resembled one I actually own. And then I lost it. I think I'd left it in the theater. In the parking lot upon realizing the bear was gone, I told the person I was with to wait a couple minutes while I went back inside for the bear.

      I told a man inside that I'd just be going back in to look for a bear I left, not to watch a movie. He said it'd be $150 to just wander the theater given that I could potentially watch all the movies I wanted once back there. I was angry at him and almost said for him to call someone to walk with me and keep an eye on me to be sure, but I decided against that for some reason. He said he'd give me some of the $150 back upon my return if I found the bear. I slammed my debit card down on a counter and told him I'd be back and he could set his price, and stormed off.

      I retraced my steps rather well. Found the ramen on the floor, found the stuffed animals and sorted through them - not there. Found the staircase and climbed it. No bear. Some little kid had found I and kept it, I decided sadly. I was kind of attached to the little bear even though I hadn't had it for very long. It had been with me through a lot given that I still recalled we were somehow in an apocalypse. Water was an issue still, but someone improved. I remembered bringing the bear with me to "look at/for the transformers", whatever that meant. I knew it meant electrical transformers. My last memory before my alarm went off was leaning on a gilded railing in the theater and thinking on the irony of calling at an apocalypse when the zombies, turns out, were as sane as anyone and hadn't hurt anybody.
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