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I recall little of the beginning, but it might have been the night (or morning) before work. Melanie (co-worker from Subway) was in bed with me, but we weren't playing around like that. It was more "slumber party", than sexual. I remember setting the alarm, angry at Melanie for some reason.

Cut to the car; we are driving down the road, my lap desk is on the roof of the car, or in front - not sure. But I'm concerned for my belongings, so I bring it inside. I take out my laptop and pen tablet; Melanie is watching and in the back seat. Not sure who's driving, lol.

I want to go to a store before work, I look at a clock in my mother's kitchen to gage the time (should have known then I was dreaming, being "suddenly" in my mother's kitchen) and determine I have 15 minutes to get to this store. However, my dad has to get money from the bank. He drives us into the parking lot; it's empty, but he tries the door anyway. The bank is closed. We leave, and I mention something that he should have known the bank was closed since no one was parked outside. He makes some flippant comment back, but I can't remember what it was.

Back to the house and Melanie is unconcerned with getting to work on time. I'm getting pissed at her, not for being late for work, but I really want to get to this store (have no clue what store it was, but I really wanted to go). Mom gives me marshmallows for some reason, says I should eat. I put one in my mouth, but then take it out and set it on the counter. Melanie it doing something with laundry, or is in the laundry room doing something, not sure what because -

Outside, we are getting ready to leave. These people show up, a few college-type guys, and a lady with short, blond curly hair. She is carrying munchies and a large butcher knife. This gives me pause, but Melanie assures me she's cool. The woman affirms this with a grin and shakes the chips in her hand. We all pile into the car, and I'm annoyed I'm smushed against the door. The door itself becomes only a frame, a yellow steel frame I have to lock or it'll open while we're moving. I don't want to fall out.

Now I'm outside a house, it's fancy, maybe a mansion. There is a gondola on the roof, lit up and with windows. Everyone that was in the car is inside, frightened by all the water on the floor, running from the sinks. No one can shut them off. I know there is something nasty inside the house, waiting to hurt people.

To confirm this, my awareness goes to the gondola, where Melanie is there with two children. I can't remember the details of the children, just a boy and girl. The girl is blond and wearing a dress, I think. Melanie has been taken over by...something. It makes her jump in a graceful arc from the gondola ledge into a window. For some reason, I remember her hair rippling in the wind. That really stands out in my dream.

I'm back inside, and I try to get off the floor (where the water is) by holding onto a sink and holding my legs up. Why I'm doing this...I have no clue. But I know whatever is in Melanie, it's going to electrocute people. A moment later, I relax. I'm immune to electroshock. Silly me.

I go downstairs and confront Melanie, who then changes into an old man in a tan suit. He smiles before trying to kill me, and I smile as the attempt fails. The others aren't watching, too busy running around panicking. He frowns and becomes angry. The shock itself is uncomfortable; I can feel it shooting up my legs. He leaves and I follow, taunting him that he's angry I won't die (yes, let's taunt the mean electrocuting monster :/ ). He falls into an ornate chair as if exasperated, changing appearance again into a blond heavy-set woman who rolls her eyes at me.

I wake.

Themes seem to be blond hair, water (as usual), food (I am on a heavy lifestyle change, lost 35 pounds so far), and perhaps money? Work seemed to be the farthest thing on my mind during the dream.

Morning of June 2, 1998. Tuesday.

Reading time: 54 sec. Readability score: 57.



I deliberately step into an interesting street scene, but during a sequence of more quickly changing settings when the human forms have not stabilized. (Dream characters usually transform at the rate of about once per second in the first dreaming stage of the sleep cycle, until I allow them to stabilize, though they also sometimes melt into and out of each other during these stages.)

A group of East Indian men (most from about thirty to forty years of age) approaches, some in traditional clothes, some in suits. They are carrying what I think is a casket. Moving closer, hovering in an incorporeal form while maintaining vestibular system correlation, I see the lid is now off. The “casket” contains long yellow candles (emerging consciousness color) aligned in the box lengthwise end to end. One of them alights, and I hear a male ahead of the group say, “Oh, look at that,” more in wonder and respect than surprise or alarm, and I wake softly, feeling alert and well. There is an essence of magic, though not “real” magic, only the knowledge of the dream state and how to mediate and modulate it.

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The “lighting a candle” process is a thread (both in infra-awareness and lucidity as here) that I have used since early childhood to more clearly define my conscious self’s existence, especially with incidental sleep apnea, though which is quite rare and is not a factor in this case.

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Morning of December 14, 1979. Friday.



I perceive myself as being someone else; an unknown male of about forty. I seem to be planning where soldiers will go by using a large map that covers a table, and I point out locations as other males stand around watching. The country that the war is against is unknown, but is possibly China (though it may also be somewhere in Africa, though that seems illogical in conscious afterthought).

Over time, it becomes obvious that I have made a mistake, in that a large yellow butterfly has landed on the map, by which I am then incorrectly designating features of the butterfly’s wings as being rivers, rivulets, and locations of possible villages. The people observing and listening to my instructions do not seem that concerned or amused, but I notice a few walking away.

The butterfly has landed so that its head is over a delta and its superimposition also creates the illusion that its bottom half is over the ocean or other body of water. At one point, I am trying to work out where the perimeter of the butterfly ends and the map details begin.

When I look up, many people have gone to a different table, where at least three unfamiliar males, possibly astronauts in blue coveralls, are looking at a larger map on a table, one male pointing at it with a pointing stick. (This scene was directly influenced by a View-Master “Project Apollo” frame, which I gazed at many times as a boy.)

I am somewhat puzzled. The butterfly has made my presentation problematic but now I am vaguely unsure if the meeting was about going to war, or returning to Earth. Somehow, “returning to Earth” does not seem quite right as it would entail that we are not on Earth presently (though this is not certain either).

Explanation:

Over twenty percent of my dreams since early childhood have rendered return-to-consciousness symbolism as related to flight, though always unique, with positive, negative, or neutral imagery which often seems unrelated to waking life (though is sometimes validated as prescience). This is obviously based on subliminally anticipated hypnopompic effects, mainly including the feeling of falling (which is spontaneous and biological, without the pretense of “interpretation”).

The concept of war in this case is related to the “struggle” of the fictional dream self, the transient identity and neural patterns changing via the dynamics of emergent consciousness and beginning wakefulness, which is sometimes represented by the color yellow (though red when I have been sleeping too long). It is also seen as a “journey”. In this case, it is even more obvious by the questioning of whether we are on Earth. Technically, we are not, as it is the dream state and I am not walking around on the real Earth.

There are some curious layers here including “delta” as an association with sleep as well as ocean waves, a play on “delta waves” (relating to deeper sleep rather than REM). It is also associated with the song “Delta Dawn” (sunrise). Water is my most common association with being in the dream state (and its sound has been used in virtually endless commercial relaxation recordings to bring about sleep). The butterfly creates an illusion of “returning to land”, which is akin to returning to the real world from the dream state (as thousands of my dreams have been proven to contain this same type of waking symbolism, though always unique).

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