Last night I dreamt that I was packing to move. I was with my husband and friends (but people that were my friends I didnt recognize) and the place was a large facility that resembled a mall with lots of large spaces and rooms. There was also water but I cant remember in what part. One of the more prominent figures in the dream was an older man dressed like a farmer. He was the guy that seemed to be in the know for the move. My husband didnt help me at all yet he was pushing me to get things done (just like in real life). Everytime I thought I was done packing more things kept showing up.
i was in a courtroom with the judge. my soon to be ex husband was there. the judge told me i was staying in the courtroom this time & i looked for a chair to sit in. i got 1 but it was stuck to the other chairs i finally got it free but the chairs became carts & they kept trying to roll away. i thought i got them set so they would stay so i took my chair that i pulled free & sat down at my table beside my lawyer. the chair seemed to small for me. the cart took off & zoomed behind me & smashed into a glass window. the window broke & my ex came up and said you will never challange after im done
5-17-18 morning In my dream I’m in an unknown location (seemed like a park) and I’m with someone and we are playing with one snake each. Mine is a yellowish thick and long snake. We are running around and placing the snakes in trees when we found another one. It was a white baby snake. Implace the Larger, yellow snake in a patch of grass. An elderly person( I thought it looked like a random old man atm) walks by and I say “ this is my noodle” and point towards the snake. I do it until they ( the man) come back and pet the snake. When he does so I yell out ( I’m not joking I really said this) “somebody toucha my spaghet!” The man approaches me, grabs my shoulders and starts taking me with him. He calls a woman ( one of my teachers or siblings teachers) and says that for $25 he’ll give me back. I don’t hear her reply and he hangs up. I start trying to break free from his grasp but I cannot. So instead I start ripping off his hats and I see that the has many stacked on top of each other. While doing this I realize that it’s my grandma, not a man. I don’t know if it was her all along. After this she lets me go and I walk by her side. She is constantly taking these pills every minute or two. I ask “ where are we going?” And she says the bus stop. We get there and then I ask “ where are you going?” And she says “ up above”. I start crying because I know she means heaven. Then I hear a voice saying “ she was scared ,until she saw Jesus. Then all was calm.” I look around and then I see Jesus in the distance talking to someone. I woke up crying.
This was a particularly strange dream. I had dreamt that my dad was taking me to “Meijers” for a trip because it had become a museum.It was busy as hell as we walked to the museum part. My dad bought pizza and made me carry the plate. Then, we go to a room of fancy chandeliers, and he joked that I should throw the pizza on them. All of a sudden, I was thrown up in the air and hit the ceiling. It was a girl from my old school who I thought was my friend but turned out to be using me. She stood there laughing, I cussed at her, and my dad yelled at me. As we walked out, a band played with people from my school and I dropped the rest of my pizza on my plate. My dad went BEZERK. I woke up in the middle of when he was screaming..
In this dream I am only a viewer. I see a married couple, maybe late 40s. Their oldest child is a woman, maybe 18-22, and pregnant. The couple is having a discussion in their bedroom about their daughter being wild and they were concerned about the safety of her unborn baby. She apparently overhears this conversation because my dream cuts to her and the dad, she has pushed him onto the floor and is hovering over top of him. She starts screaming in his face, she says "You're so concerned about the baby!!! Well here!! Have it then!!!" She slices open her pregnant belly and the fetus falls out onto the dad's stomach. He is crying and horrified. My dream cuts to the parents some time later, talking in the bedroom again. The husband/dad says "I can't believe she would do that, we have to do something, they don't know if the baby is going to survive" Cut to the family on the back porch, heading out somewhere. The mom suddenly starts yelling at the daughter "You're so selfish! You don't think of anyone but yourself!" The daughter stops and looks at her, she slowly smiles and says "ok, you're right. Let's talk about this" The parents seemed relieved and go inside with her. The daughter stands in the kitchen with her parents on either side of her and two younger siblings in front (they are in a circle around her). They all look at her expectantly and she smiles, then takes out a machete and murders the whole family. It is very graphic and clear the machete is very sharp. She is still standing in the same spot, covered in blood, smiling. End.
Morning of July 17, 2018. Tuesday. In my dream, the setting is an isolated version of our present home, with the erroneous factor of being in a large field. The roof is different from what it is in reality and is more like the roof of the Cubitis house. We have neighbors who live nearby, but not as in a typical suburban area. It seems to be late morning in my dream. Threads of my conscious self identity are scant, but I am aware of my marriage and family. Vestibular system correlation begins in the form of the approaching winds of a storm. Zsuzsanna and I are outside. I see a tornado. It is not a threat and seems unusually thin. I non-lucidly mediate the weather without my dream self becoming lucid. As time passes, there are a few more tornadoes. One of them moves toward our house. As I anticipated, one of the tornadoes turns, moving into our house, tearing the roof off, but not doing any other damage. “Oh no, not again,” I say, without much emotion or excitement. (This is a reference to the natural disaster that we survived in November of last year.) There are several large sections of boards scattered about the yard. (I do not see steel roof sheeting as in reality.) There are also sections of tar paper (which I have not seen in real life since the 1970s). An unknown Hispanic male, apparently our closest neighbor, comes over to look at the damage. He exhibits a cheerful and helpful attitude. My dream self automatically correlates with the factor of non-lucid dream control (with no discernible trigger) and I start to realize that I can will the roof to become whole again. Pieces of the roof fly up and go back onto our house so that the roof is complete. At one point, I hold onto small rods that are part of the foundation of the house and wiggle them around as the top of the house rebuilds itself. (This is an attempt to reinduce my dream or to get more sleep, as it represents the vertical pipe of the outdoor faucet near the front of our house in reality.) I wake shortly after this. There is no exploration of indoors in this dream. It all takes place outdoors. Readability score: 73 (likely to be understood by a reader who has at least a 7th-grade education).
Let me start by saying that I don't usually have vivid dreams, so this freaked me out a bit. In this dream my husband and I apparently had a pet rattlesnake. We were laying in bed when our dog noticed that the snake got out and started going towards it. My husband got up and yelled at my dog to get away. At this point the snake started coming towards me. He told me to pull the blanket over my head so it didn't see me. I did, but the snake went under the blanket and bit me in the face... what does this mean??
Night of July 16, 2018. Monday. The emerging consciousness factor is one of several factors in the establishment and utilization of lucid and non-lucid dream control. This series will briefly address dreams based on this factor. Dreams originally evolved out of a need to establish a degree of awareness while sleeping, to determine concurrent environment threats or concerns. From here, additional processes came in, with the reticular formation being a part of the process, two key factors being hunting and evading. Abstract thought and autosymbolism began to develop. Autosymbolism developed from the biologically diagnostic stages of dreaming and waking. Religious fanaticism transmuted predator forms into the delusional fixation on so-called devils and demons. In modern times, such “demons” still have the attributes of animals but are often transmuted into domesticated animals (such as goats and bulls), which is anomalous. Awareness of the subconscious self, through which in non-lucidity has no intelligence, temporality, viable memory, or even inherent tangibility became a dominating factor, which came about from the augmented self-awareness of more developed individuals. In modern times, the majority of people do not clearly remember their dreams, and even when they do, lack any understanding of them. In contrast, people like me are not only able to recall their dreams but retain the memories of them indefinitely as well as typically understand their meanings as they are occurring, with additional hypnopompic revelation also being a common factor. In non-lucidity, the subconscious self is isolated. It does not have a viable link to either the unconscious mind or the conscious self identity as in waking life or as in lucid dreaming. However, because of the virtuous circle effect in working with and understanding my dreams from early childhood, non-lucid dream control is a factor of importance. I often have more control over my non-lucid dreams than many others have in lucid dreams. My knowledge of autosymbolism is one of the reasons for this. Remember that autosymbolism is not symbolism in the conventional sense. Many people mistakenly believe and propagate that dreams contain waking life symbolism, which is typically not even possible. In fact, many so-called interpreters fuse literalisms into dream content and pretend they have interpreted something that is often a self-evident factor. In non-lucidly attempting to establish my link to the emerging consciousness, virtually infinite possibilities arise. The catalyst is the vestibular system correlation of the waking process. It varies. The focus may center on physicality or the level of discernment of the space around the illusory physicality. The mode of the dream self and its fictitious body varies from dream to dream. Many people like to pretend that the dream self’s illusory body is like their physical body. It is a bizarre fallacy of which most people never attempt to resolve. A challenge of both lucid and non-lucid mediation and modulation of the dream state involves vestibular system dynamics. It is easier for me to fly than walk in dreams. Flying is natural and automatic. So is falling. A dreamer should not pretend that vestibular system correlation has an association with waking life other than biologically. For example, the first falling start of each sleep cycle is more defined, vivid, and intense when I had walked more in real life. Pretending that muscular literalisms are “symbolic” is a game of the unintelligent. It is chaff of the mindless and purposeless content of so-called dream dictionaries and the woo of so-called interpreters. In these entries, I will focus on the vestibular system correlation of type two. They will reflect upon the mediation and modulation of the physicality of emerging consciousness. Type one nuances occur in some examples. This entry has been scanned, reformatted, and corrected by AI. It requires at least a 160 IQ to comprehend. Public readability is only 38. I did not intend this. It is difficult for me to write at a level below a 160 IQ for this type of content. I will try to make other entries in this set clearer.
I've seen 5 lizards which in a dream they were inside a tin, which I accidentally opened. They fight their way out, the two lizards held on to my right hand and bit me as I shake them off and they did come off. the other 3 was also like that, but I couldn't take them off my right hand, so I turn on the faucet and run water onto them, but it won't come off. I put my hand in a bucket of water which then they run off but a small snake with an orange and black snake emerging from the water as look like it was free from the lizards, which I tried to contain it in the bucket and try to drown it but the snake keep trying to get out of the bucket, although it doesn't look wants to attack me. it just trying to escape from me that was in a panic from all the was happening...then I'm awake. Can someone please interpret the meaning of the dream?
I dreamt that a woman ( supposedly my mother) told me if I didn’t kill my siblings she would because I needed to man or take a pill that would make me less afraid. I was extremely upset because I loved my siblings even though they were rats that lived under my bed... I took all the pills and went to sleep hoping to overdose in my sleep deciding I’d rather die than kill the rats ( my “siblings”) but instead I woke up in a rage from the strong drugs and began shooting uncontrollably I killed my sibling rats, my “mother” and several towns people getting off a bus near the house. After the rage I was extremely sad and I shot myself.
Night of November 17, 1989. Friday. A beautiful, unfamiliar dark-haired girl approaches me as I am standing in the living room of the Loomis Street house. She emerges from the doorway of the north bedroom. She is wearing blue jeans and a tank top. She moves with an unusual but very sensuous swaying rhythm. My perceptions of touch and movement are very enhanced. Her body rubs wonderfully against mine after she walks up to me. I am aware that she is about ten percent machine, but she feels entirely human other than with a subtle essence of gears whirring somewhere deep inside. I sense there may be machine parts behind her abdominal area, though possibly a result of recent medical advancements for a health condition she might have had. She seems to have intelligence and human awareness. She tells me, slowly and teasingly, “I know what you want…and you’re going to get it”. Her words seem like a playful submission and a stern warning at the same time. It seems to mean that although she will do anything for me, I may also get into trouble. I wake up, somewhat annoyed that my dream did not continue. The process of doorway waking autosymbolism, a common aspect of my dreams, was the cause of this dream’s transition. The simulacrum, summoned non-lucidly as an otherwise lucid carryover from the first part of my sleep cycle, transformed into the emerging consciousness factor as the common coalescence event of the RAS process. Events as this have occurred in many previous dreams in many different ways. They are also a result of vestibular system correlation type two. Recompiled with premium AI based on fifty years of dream data. Casual reader readability: 63. This is part of set: SIMULACRUMSOFEC.
I'm playing scrabble with a woman. She's quite good. She has managed to fill in the top left corner by herself on multiple turns. I'm concerned she isn't giving herself enough credit for her words. For example getting credit for the existing tiles even when adding a suffix. She reassures me she has done so.
Morning of July 16, 2018. Monday. My dream takes place in a new variation of our present home. There is an unknown male present, though I do not perceive him as an intruder. There is an awareness of the Rose Street apartment, which eventually fuses into the setting as our present house is then on the second floor. An unknown male comes up the staircase into our home, and this male, I do see as an intruder. (It is the personification of RAS.) I non-lucidly modulate my dream and force him out. Other people are present for a time. (My perception is not clear due to non-lucidly modulating over RAS before the ultradian rhythm peak, as I went to sleep about an hour later than I usually do.) Before the preconscious avatar leaves my dream, I see him down in an alley, which is reminiscent of where Dennis (older half-brother on my mother’s side) lived in La Crosse years ago. I stay on the second floor at this time. There appears to be someone on their back in the alley, and this causes the preconscious avatar to run off. I am uncertain if it is a person or an arrangement of clothes and boots. I see a couple of other unknown people. “Is there anyone in there,” I ask. I am asking the others if there is someone “inside” the arrangement of clothing. Very curiously, Harriet Madeley (as Scarlett in “Waking David” from 2016), as the interconsciousness avatar, walks into our lounge room from the front door. (I do not become lucid at any point. I only remember the autosymbolic factors and dynamics of the dream state, of which I have often used to non-lucidly control my dream since I was a toddler. However, as I said above, my ultradian rhythm is skewed, altering my potential status of lucidity.) I follow Harriet, who takes on nuances of Zsuzsanna without my dream self being aware of this. We slowly walk down the stairs, which is difficult because each step has boxes and miscellaneous items on it. My dream becomes more and more vivid as I walk down the stairs, about four steps behind her. We are in what seems to be an outside area near the bottom of the stairs. I see what appears to be a corpse. The body is on its back. I associate it with Kristy Bruce (as Amy from “Waking David” - though she did not die in the movie). My dream starts to become more vivid as I gaze at it. Harriet, walking away, cheerfully says something about the corpse’s status and its identity. I do not recall what she said. I consider if it is a real corpse or street art. I wonder if it is papier-mâché. Her face is flat and skull-like, covered with wrinkled yellow skin. There is somewhat of an eerie feeling but no sense of fear. I slowly wake. The movie title “Waking David” had been on my mind (though did not dominate my thoughts), which had produced much of my dream’s autosymbolism. The interconsciousness is probably laughing at me for not perceiving the associations. It is presently very rare for me to use a staircase and not become lucid. I have used this factor in RAS mediation since I was a toddler. The corpse was autosymbolism for both my lack of lucidity and the inactivity of my physical body. The vestibular system correlation of using the staircase as a typical trigger to vivify and sustain the dream state was not as focused as it usually is, which was represented by the clutter on the steps. Factors of lucidity mainly stem from ultradian rhythm. (This is apparently why the WBTB method works for some who need to “attempt” to become lucid). I do not use so-called reality checks, as it biologically corrupts the purpose of the reticular formation and my dream self is not my conscious self identity. Additionally, it stabilizes my dream where I then think I am awake, so it does not work for me. The hand trick does not work either. If I suspect I am dreaming, my hands become more realistic and tangible, the opposite of what others claim. Readability score: 68. Correctness of writing: 100. Intellectual value: 75.
I was walking Down the street and admiring the breathtaking sky, it was all different shades of pink! As I gazed I focused in on a black dot that grew and grew in size and got closer towards my direction. Then I started to run out of the way as a huge black rubber dinghy came crashing into the ground right next to me with a crazy looking woman on it. The crash looked painful and I instinctively grabbed my phone to ring 999. I was explaining what had just happened to the operator and realised the woman had started following me and she had blood around her mouth! I hid in someone’s garden and watched her creep around like a zombie. 🧟♀️
I had a dream that my boyfriend and I were sitting at some out door cafe. Out of no where he nonchalantly pulls out a box and slides it across the table; as if he were a bartender passing drinks! I open the box and it’s a beautiful huge engagement ring! He asks if I want to marry him and of course I say yes. This whole exchange was a normal as drinking a coffee or him handing me his phone from his pocket. I notice the ring is cheap. Huge and beautiful but not genuine diamonds. (Fine with me in the dream and in real life btw, just an important note). As the dream goes on, I realize sometime later that I had lost the ring! Poof! Gone! I believe we spent the rest of the dream looking for it! Key themes were: engagement ring, cheap engagement ring, and losing the engagement ring.
Morning of July 15, 2018. Sunday. My dream’s setting is a fusion of the L-shaped room of the King Street mansion and the lounge room of our present home. I am sitting on my bed as it was on King Street and facing north towards the window. My youngest daughter is sitting on the floor. I have one of her plastic toys; Peppa Pig’s yellow spaceship. It is part of a big computerized game, though is only a trial model that requires an activation code before it can function. A bag on my right contains many similar toys. I think of activating all her toys so that they become the full versions by obtaining the codes from inside them without contacting the company. Looking through the window of Peppa Pig’s yellow spaceship, I see several lines of computer code printed on a paper strip that seems to be part of a scrolling mechanism that is at the back. There are lines printed on each side of the paper strip, but I am unable to see the print on its opposite side. One line ends with the value 9876543210. I doubt that this is the correct code, but I still attempt it. It does not work. There is another number with a random sequence of digits, but that one does not work either. The third code is hexadecimal, with “EE” in it, the rest being numbers. I try that one, and something happens. An oversized toy bird beak emerges from the window of the toy rocket, generating an odd chirping. As the codes are so easy to find and use, I consider activating all the other toys. Study guide: 1) What are the two main autosymbolic factors of this dream? 2) This dream has secondary autosymbolism based on ultradian rhythm. Identify it. 3) What does yellow represent here? 4) What is a factor that reveals the subliminal awareness of being in the dream state? 5) Is there a possible interconsciousness factor here? If so, what? Study guide answers: 1) Vestibular system correlation as flight-related autosymbolism (in two simultaneous forms, bird and rocket) and precursory thinking skills correlation as the need to read numbers and enter a code. 2) The cuckoo clock association. 3) Emergent consciousness factor, which is a result of increased awareness of the light spectrum. 4) I am sitting on my bed. 5) Transpersonal communication with our youngest daughter while in the dream state. Remember that dreams are in real time, not a result of memory processing as disinformation agents propagate. Readability score: 71. Correctness of writing: 100. Intellectual value: 76.
I was on the top of a double decker open top bus, the driver was speeding around narrow and winding country roads making me cling onto the seat in-front as I wondered when we would topple over. Next news I was in my workplace which is usually full of children yet on this occasion it had transformed into a buffet cafe! I was waitressing yet I kept getting all the orders wrong and spilling drinks over myself and the customers. I walked to the back room and tripped over someone and apologised profusely whilst feeling embarrassed.
Morning of October 2, 2016. Sunday. I am in our front yard at our present address in late morning. Three of my fictitious sons and one real one (the youngest; Oliver) are present. They are in a group facing each other. There are also a few unknown children, both male and female, closer to the curb. No one is perceived as mischievous. I absentmindedly tell a fictitious son, “I told you not to stand around at the front of our house”. Immediately after this, I am facing a young girl and it is implied that she thought I had said this to her. The sudden location shift, as if I had unwillingly rapidly turned counterclockwise as my fictitious son only moved slightly to my right so that I now suddenly faced the girl, does not strike me as impossible or trigger any realization that it could only be a dream. I inform her that I was not talking to her but was saying this to my son in the hopes of not offending her. I am not sure why I am making an implied apology to the preconscious avatar, but this situation seems a bit backwards, as it would make more sense to tell strangers not to hang around at the front of our house rather than our own children (whether they are only a dream state denizen or not). This dream is not symbolic of, or literally relevant to, any recent real-life event and I would certainly not talk to any of our children this way in real life. It is typical waking transition autosymbolism that often involves the preconscious avatar (the unknown girl in this case) initiating a return-to-consciousness trigger, in this case, because I had been asleep on my right side (which I consider unhealthy, as it results in lighter and less restful sleep). In this case, it is a precursor to rolling over in bed (counterclockwise as in my dream), in the direction Zsuzsanna is sleeping (on my left).
When we all reached downstairs it was like the information center at a mall. This building was a place for people to live. I ran to the counter and when yzma came up to me saying she will kill me, i used the computer and told her that i evicted her out of her house because she did not pay her mortgage, or something like that. She was angry she went off and when she stepped out she got hit by a car and died. My sister was holding the rabbit and celebrating before i woke up
I ran to another house at had tall black fences and asked the lady in it if i could stay a while. I go in and it is a pretty small house. Suddenly i saw one of the rabbits were making a run for it up the road of the hill. It was a rabbit with gold fur. It was making its way up and stopped to look at its house one last time when i poked my head over the fence. It saw me and i gestured for it to come. It crawled under the fence and it could still talk. I told her i will take her with me. After a while, Yzma is coming so we all hide in the attic. The lady welcomed Yzma and distracted her. We made a run for it but she saw us and was very angry. She gave chase and chased us all the way to a building. While we were going down the stairs, a man was playing with his fat cat so i threw the to her face
I had to lie there until it was night and i looked at the box with the painting lady inside. She stared at me and i whispered and asked to come in. She said yes and when i go in suddenly my sister is with me. I look at the painting up close and i can see that they are drawn with a style like the powerpuff girls cartoon. Me and my sister stay tgere until morning and i saw yzma had turned two of the kids into rabbits but the rest are not there anymore. I hear her saying she will cook them and i felt guilty because it was my fault and they were trying to help me. Then yzma was making her way up the hill. Me and my sister ran and the painting lady covered for us by giving yzma wrong directions to where we ran
I was making my way up the hill because the witch found me and was really angry i escaped. It was morning and all the snow disappeared. The are houses all around except for the hill. Now that i see the witch clearly she looks and sounds like Yzma from the emperors new grove. I go up the hill and there is a road there with a small place that looks like a bug box with the 6th side gone so you can see inside. It was filled with painting on the wall and there was just one lady with big glasses sitting there painting. She noticed me lie down on the other side of the road so Yzma would not see me. I can hear her screaming at the kids that tried to protect me saying they will wish they were never born.
I was running through some snow and there was a huge hill in front of me. The witch was chasing me and i must have made her mad but i dont remember the first part of the dream. I see a hole in the hill and i go inside. Inside are some kids living together and i think i explained my situation to them. They put me in a bed and ask me to pretend to sleep and cover my face. When 2 of the witch’s hunters came, the kids said that i was their mom and not to wake me up. After the hunters left, i thanked them and when it was morning, i left quickly so the witch cant find me and i went up the hill.
Morning of December 1, 2014. Monday. This entry has been abridged and reformatted for use as a study guide. In my dream, my family and I as we appear now are living on Gellibrand Street in Clayfield. I am uncertain of the time. My beautiful wife Zsuzsanna confronts a golden cobra that had gotten into our apartment. The activity occurs on our porch. There is an extraordinary awareness of perfect movement and rhythm. She is apparently going to catch it without difficulty. Her visage exhibits no fear. They slowly sway in amazing contrast to each other’s movements and Zsuzsanna exhibits knowledge of martial arts stances. It is like watching a perfect analogy to ballet. Zsuzsanna faces the open entrance to our bedroom (which was originally designed to be a living room) while the snake mostly faces the porch windows. Eventually, my dream self’s level of awareness changes. I do not want Zsuzsanna to be in any danger even though she seems adapt at what she is presently doing as if she had done it many times before. I am able to capture the cobra and soon throw it out the back door, which is now that of the Loomis Street house in America. Its open mouth goes over my hand a few times on the way to the back door, but I am in no danger and its bite does not break the skin. In the next dream segment, my family and I had gone shopping. I soon realize, looking down, that I am walking on a narrow board that is elevated about three feet from the ground, which is supposedly where many people walk to get from store to store at the shopping mall. The board is no wider than one of my feet. I get really annoyed with this setup and verbally express how ridiculous it is. I jump off and walk along the normal sidewalk from that point. Soon, I am wondering where our children are and I become worried. Our oldest son is present but the other four are elsewhere. I go under the house, which is a larger and more elevated version of the Clayfield house, and I see that there is water everywhere as well as larger stones. I have to pull our second-youngest son out of an apparently unused pipe. Our oldest daughter is there and her feet had become stuck when trying to help him. Our youngest son is farther down in the same pipe but I manage to get him out as well, carefully maneuvering him past a couple jagged rocks as I pull him up. They are weak and ill from the cold water. I find an unfamiliar toddler lying on her back who does not appear to be breathing. I first think she is ours, but then she turns out to be a doll, but then turns into someone else’s child and starts giggling and seems healthy. Eventually, our toddler daughter is with the others. We are then immediately all at a hospital (as if having teleported), but in a mostly featureless room with no beds so everyone has to lie on the floor, although a nurse gets a few blankets. I notice that all the children have black fingernails, which indicates frostbite. They are still shivering and seemingly ill. From here, I project waves of light from my hands, which eventually comes from my entire body. It makes everyone healthier and stronger over time. During this time, I look in a mirror and see a light blue halo over my head as well as patterns of light that resemble holographic angel wings. Study questions. I am deliberately including questions meant to expose how asinine “interpretation” is (in the popular usage of the term): Why did my dream render the porch setting? Why did my dream render the cobra? Why was the cobra golden? What did Zsuzsanna represent? What did the rescue situation represent? What does the toddler to doll to toddler represent? What is the origin of this dream? Answers to the above questions: A porch is a type of autosymbolism that I create to serve as a liminal space buffer during RAS (reticular activating system) mediation, which I learned to do when I was four years old. It has ZERO to do with symbolism in the conventional sense or any factor of real life. It represents a specific state of consciousness that delays RAS modulating the dream state. The cobra comes from four factors, the fourth explained in the next answer. Factor one is subliminal (non-lucid) control of RAS mediation, which otherwise pulls a dreamer out of the dream state. Factor two is vestibular system correlation, the most dominant factor of both lucid and non-lucid dream control, which is based on controlling the perception of the illusory dream body, the main factor of flying dreams. Factor three stems from lucid dreaming at age five, when I often created and controlled a cobra in a hayloft while standing in the center of the floor of a barn. Gold dominates the dream state when I become semi-lucid (and is autosymbolism for an increase in dream state awareness) in the last stages of RAS mediation. In this case, I did not wake but shifted into a different dream scenario. Zsuzsanna literally represented Zsuzsanna, though was also the vestibular system correlation (type 2) avatar in this case, and also held a nuance of our oldest son, who is experienced in martial arts. My dream combined these dynamics just as it combined the two houses I had lived in. The rescue attempt is semi-lucid dream state reinduction using the “giving birth” analogy. The presence of water tells me what factor of ultradian rhythm I am in and has ZERO to do with waking life or waking life emotions. The toddler scenario is a precursory emergent consciousness thread and simulacrum. The changes signify my varying levels of control of RAS mediation and changes in level of awareness within the dream state. Otherwise, a doll is autosymbolic of physical inactivity while asleep. The trick is to project the association into a simulacrum or avatar without waking up. The healing scenario stems from autoscripting, though only the foundation, using such as “I am of the healing energies of Universal Mind”. Be aware that using “healing energies” in autoscripting will probably create a random scenario (as here) where healing is needed. Using “Universal Mind” may result in contact with the transpersonal interconsciousness or your own transformation in the dream state into an angelic being. (Do NOT use “healing” when actually needing to be healed; only use “I am the continuity of maximum well-being”. This was given to me by The Source years ago.)
I was outside with my husband and i hear people talking, my husbands ex girlfriend from his teen years was in the hospital and just had his child. I confront him and he admits to it, said yes he did cheat on me a couple of times with her. I ask him how and when. He told me the last time was when he was supposed to stay late at work and he met her for dinner, but it was a long time ago. I start to get angry and say 9 months isnt that long ago. We end up going into a bedroom where his ex bestfriend is, and I'm still trying to talk to my husband about this asking questions like do you love her, why did you do this, how could you do this. His ex friend chims in telling me to back off it was what he wanted and I punched him in the face. My husband gets upset I hurt his friend and they leave with me crying and hurt and no answers.
I don't know much about where that I am in this dream or who I am with. It has a summer camp feel to it. I am on trial for murdering several people. The actual event I have no recollection of. Not as I awaken, or in my dream. There is some blurry memory, but it's not much. My defense is that I was under some influence, or something like that? Some kind of pressure from others while under another influence, maybe? During the dream I am sort of trying to get away from the law, but am living under extremely restricted circumstances. There's not much I can do, or places I can go. My best friend from high school is there. (She was a terrible influence and a not nice person) I think she was part of this group of people that were doing these killings. We were all all finally caught and brought into not a courtroom, but a theater setting. People booed us, and threw things at us as we walked down the center aisle to take the stage to make a pleading. It was unnerving being hated so much and I really felt like I needed all these people to know that I was not this terrible person they thought I was. My defense attorney seemed inadequate and ill prepared. Seemed to be sure that I was going to be found guilty anyway. The dream ended as I woke up with a sense of hopelessness that I was never going to be able too convince everyone that I really wasn't the person they thought I was. I never meant to hurt anyone, and wouldn't have willingly done so.