Morning of September 13, 2019. Friday. Dream #: 19,261-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. I enter an instinctually motivated dreaming experience of watching a train in Brisbane in the late morning (anticipation of vestibular modulation). Several unknown people are present. Instead of boarding it, I continue to stand in the area and watch it leave. I decide I may get the train after all and manage to catch up when it makes a stop. The setting is now rural, and the train seems to have become a ramshackle shed. Welding sparks from an unseen welder scatter from beyond the other side of one corner to the right (neural synchrony). This dream stems from the same process as “Typewriter Train.” I was flying over a train that screeched and suddenly stopped. The front of the train was a giant black 1940s typewriter (potential cognitive arousal). The train had run out of track and dug slightly into the ground. Another version of the same process occurred in “Helicopter Digger.” While a friend and I were fishing, a helicopter came down, and its rotor blades dug into the ground. The first dream’s last scene is consciousness initiation and emerging from the dream state (neural synchrony in waking point modulation as emerging sparks as analogous with fire, lightning, and electricity). The second dream is vestibular modulation transitioning to potential cognitive arousal, but with the association of needing physicality to relay information (typewriter). (The mind and body must connect to wake and move.) The third dream is vestibular modulation transitioning to the anticipation (or desire) of returning to slow-wave sleep.
Updated 09-16-2019 at 07:07 AM by 1390
I'm in a place like a giant Chuck-e-Cheese's, there are multiple floors of cushioned walls and nets. I am walking around and meet a dreadlocked guy I know from school. I show him a green, poorly done, tattoo on my wrist that identifies me as part of the same ninja secret society he is a part of. We climb up to a higher floor where we look down and look out for trouble, some group is doing shady stuff in the park, we have to keep an eye out. Vaguely remember playing with a small arcade cabinet. Go to a kiosk nearby my house to load my bus card, hear a guy welding to repair a magazine stand. The welding pistol is a screwdriver. I go up and ask if he needs help.
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I was going out to do something, dont know what, with a Chav i dont really speak to and my cousin. We got to the 'site' where there were warning signs, and a sign with a strange mask like thing on it, and lots of caged fencing and a building and a few jeeps. We stood and spoke and i told the Chav of how he reminds me of my cousin (because he does actually look like him) and he said he doesn't, as if he knew him, then i explained that it wasn't the cousin who we were with, but another one who was 20, We 'got to work' and brought out welding equipment and the Chav explained that if we got caught by the security guards they would hit us with a mask and chase us away. I became very paranoid and when workers (not security) came out the building I would run away and hide behind the jeeps.
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