I am in my city, in the core district. Neighborhoods and streets are mixed and the place I am in look very picturesque. I am attending some yoga classes there, and apparently some other physical activities. I see that I am going frequently, that it's a important part of my day; at the same time, in the rest of the time that's left, I am doing some academic activities, studying and teaching too apparently. I see that I am kind of beaten by doing so many things at the same time and I am stressed out. I run into a close friend of mine. She is very alarmed and she asks for my help. She is on a kind of personal mission to save some kids who are being abused and she needs to do two things: to denounce the people who are abusing them and to find them. I say of course I could help her. I start following her around the city but I lost her. I start looking for her and I return where I came from to see if I can find her there. I run into another friend, one I haven't seen in more than 10 years. She recently had a daughter. She is with her but the girl is all grown up, she must be 13 or 14. She says that now she is working in the beauty business. She looks at me and see how stressed I am and she offers me a facial treatment. Reluctantly, I agree and I sit in a spa chair in the middle of the street. She puts some masks in my face while the girl is doing my nails; then she does some face massage. Now I am very relaxed and feel much better. I thank her and start looking for my other friend again. Again I find the first friend. She leads me to some apartment (I don't remember any of it). She says she's meeting with other friends who will help her find the kids. I know these friends; some of them used to be my friends but I grew apart of them a long time ago. Recently she has actually grown apart of all of them. We are walking to where these friends are. Then I remember something. "I left my purse in the apartment", I say. "I really need it, I have to go back". She says, "why don't you go ahead and meet them and I go back to grab your purse?". I agree. I knock the door of the place they are and I go inside. The place it's a two story old building with a balcony in the middle of several neglected houses and buildings, very common in certain part of my city. They seem to be in a party, drinking, with the music very loud. All of them are with their couples. I find out that one of them, one girl who used to be my friend, is now a lesbian. They both have short red-dyed hair and the girlfriend is called Verónica. Another ex friend asks me about my friend. I explain her about the purse. Suddenly, she went mad and kicked me off the apartment. She said that I cannot be in the mission if I am going to be sloppy. I see they all are in the balcony from the ground. I shout to her "I don't give crap about what you think!" and I leave, and suddenly go back: "You know what? You can go f* yourself!" and I flip her off. She is angry since she has never been talk like that. I feel that I have to break the news to my friend that there's no use in asking help from these people.
Morning of September 18, 2018. Tuesday. Reading time: 2 min 52 sec. Readability score: 70. Still aware of where my physical body is as I sleep, my illusory dream body rises and floats into our lounge room. I remember to focus on our porch for liminal space vivification (enhancement and sharpening of the midpoint between dreaming and waking). However, when I get to the entrance of the lounge room, there is no porch. My dream self is now implied to be corporeal but has distorted physicality. My legs are not viable, so I both fall and partly hover over the stairs, yet I do not wake. I get the impression of another physical form hovering above the ground, of which I bump. It seems to be an unfamiliar male, not very well defined. He is soon gone. My dream is extraordinarily vivid but does not shift to the highest level of lucidity. The neighborhood is of a different appearance. Directly across the street to the north are more houses. On the west side of the intersection, I see a flaming man on a flaming motorcycle of which is traveling quite slowly. He is going south. The imagery is eerie but wondrous. I feel a sense of otherworldly awe. The fire is beautiful and increases my awareness of the dream state. I anticipate his approach, as I think he will turn around and come back. He does, but eventually, the fire goes out, and he is walking with his motorcycle on my side of the street. As he is walking to the north side of the intersection, I boldly call out, “You’re Johnny Blaze.” He seems puzzled, and crosses back to my side of the street, approaching me. He is wearing a blue motorcycle racing jumpsuit with white stripes down the sides. He stands close to me to become Ghost Rider again. I realize he will be able to look deep into my soul and know all there is to know about me. The experience is incredible. It is as if the universe itself is looking into all areas of my existence and personal history. He is a man again, though his eyes are glowing with eternity, infinity, and universality. I notice that flakes of my skin seem to be falling away from the scar on my right thumb, as I look down at it. There is no pain or implied threat. Instead of any potential threat, he starts whimpering in appreciation of the life I have lived up to now. He hugs me and seems like a new friend. From here, my level of awareness shifts. I become less lucid as my dream changes into a different form, though the Johnny Blaze character is still present. My mother is present, but I do not recall that she had died years ago. She asks me what is going on. I say, “I knew it was a dream, so I went from there,” regarding my description of falling out the door into a vivified scenario. That is very odd though, as I am no longer lucid (yet saying “I knew it was a dream.”) As the waking transition starts, Johnny Blaze is no longer carrying the interconsciousness within the rendering. Still, I say, “Watch this,” only loosely expecting Ghost Rider to appear one final time. Instead, a wall, like that inside a house, intersects the street, and a door appears in it. There is the common indoor-outdoor ambiguity (the sense of being inside and outside at the same time). Some other dream characters, including my mother, Zsuzsanna, and me, go over to the doorway. Beyond it from our side, we see that Johnny had crashed into a row of wheelie bins and fallen over, though I realize he is not the same character as before, as the interconsciousness had left the dream state right after hugging me (in temporary coalescence and unification). He is on the ground, mostly on his back and turned a bit to the left, looking somewhat surprised and annoyed. I wake quickly from here, finding myself in the same physical position as Johnny had been. I should point out that I had held no thoughts of Ghost Rider, either the comic book or movie for a long time. Johnny Blaze was nothing like Nicolas Cage (or any other known actor) in my dream. He was an unfamiliar man of a more athletic build.
I sometimes have dreams that are recurring and they always start at the same point and sometimes the story moves on further (or I can remember more). They're usually very storybased. Tonight I had one of those dreams again, couldn't remember the whole thing but I was able to write this down. It's really long, but interesting for I have no idea why I dream of it: The whole dream is set in a futuristic, cyberpunk setting and it's about a service or someone that's cloning humans and pets against their will. This way they won't die as their memories and soul get transported as well and each time they're cloned they lose something of themselves. Some of these people just want a worthy farewell. The animals also don't want to live forever. I have a trusty black cat who isn't a clone who follows me around as a companion. The dream starts in a hightech room which I can't leave. To leave I need to take drugs. They're painful and alter my mind. After struggling for a while through pain I black out. I wake up in that same room and for some reason, I have clear tubes inside my arms. I don't see them, but I can feel them. The tubes are stuck on a machine, I can't get them out myself but there's someone there, who is helping me out. He's pulling them out painfully and slowly. I'm basically just screaming through it while I feel the tubes being pulled out of me. I'm now able to leave. I'm on a mission for something, but I'm not sure what it's about yet. After this I go to a building and sneak around. Not sure why. When I see there's people, possibly androids there, I leave because I don't want to fuck around with that. Later I'm in a hospital. My cat is there, as well as 3 other human companions. We're all on the same mission. We're there to help people die before they're being cloned again. My cat knows the target, we're all following her. She walks in a room and jumps on a bed with someone lying in it. The hospital room is tiny. The 4 beds are placed next to eachother in the middle of the room in a square. The people are sleeping. I'm talking to my companions about how we go about this, because we're there to actually murder the person. They remind me they're there to watch me kill them. So I ask them what to do when someone wakes up, or if we're here to actually kill all of the people. We're arguing and my cat walks over every bed, confirming we're there to kill everyone. I tell them I don't know if I can actually go through with this and suddenly realise what happened in the hightech room before were tests to see if I could do this. I brutally murder all, pssbily with a hammer, leaving loads of blood (I actually don't see this happening, I see the bloody aftermath) It's a mess and we clean up. The moment we're done, a man peeks his head around the corner with flowers in his hand. He asks us: Is mrs. Sun not feeling well? I look at my companions, who don't seem to know what to say about this. I respond with: "No, she wasn't feeling well, but she's outside for some fresh air. Maybe it helps." The man responds with: Ah, alright and leaves. We're about to leave the room. A companion stands up and I notice he blocked the view of bloodspatters from the man who just left with his body. We walk out the room quickly. The souls of who I murdered follow us. They're relieved and happy. They are making jokes with eachother. When we leave the room, I look at the others. They all look like different people now, then how we looked in the room. We're suddenly disguised as doctors who work there. Before we manage to get to the exit, there's a board hanging on the wall names with who's lying in which room. We remove the names of the ones we killed. We leave the building and enter another. Everything is frozen and cold. The building and room is familiair to me, but I'm not sure why. We don't understand why everything is frozen like this. I see a oldfashioned coffee machine and want some. I don't know how it works and ask the others why it's not filling automatically, meaning I'm only familiair with hightech stuff. They look at me like I'm a moron. Then I wake up.
This dream was mostly about traveling. I was traveling a long way with my two sons alone to what at first seemed to be an unknown destination. I don't recall a lot of details at the beginning. I arrived "at school". This is a very common occurrence in my dreams. I am often trying to get to school, or get my kids to school, on the first or last day of school, and then I cannot find my car after school. This time I think it may have been the last day of school. It became like an episode from one of my favorite shows 'Teachers' where the teachers were all competing for one of the rooms, or something. I was just watching, but it was funny the tactics they used to try to get the others to go away. I haven't seen that show for a few weeks, so I'm not sure where the reference came from. Eventually school ended and I couldn't find my car. I did end up finding a car, but not sure if it was mine, or it it was just one I could drive. I needed to get to my parent's house, but it was still far away. I kept getting lost. I stopped to use a payphone and call my dad, and he gave me an address, but I was still getting lost. It was also night outside and very dark. I stopped in this town that had all this stuff that looked like a closed amusement park. I found an office that was open that was supposed to help the public. They gave me a different address than the one my dad gave me. So, I set back out on my way low on gas and money. When I went back through this town all the amusement park stuff had disappeared. It was really odd, because I swear it was there a minute ago, but it was just gone. I began driving the new direction in hopes of finding my parent's house soon, feeling upset that they hadn't done more to find me yet, or at least given me a valid address. I woke up shortly after, I think.
After I had the first dream about this crazy guy my second dream was I was at the Vons over where the first dream took place and me and my sister were walking out of the store when I saw him.I turned white got so sick to my stomach scared I grabbed my sisters arm and told her we needed to leave right now ill explain later. Right as we were leaving he looked up from digging in his cart and smiled at me and his eyes were pitch black and it scared me so much.
The dream started with me and my girlfriend on the sidewalk in a neighborhood by my house really late at night, and we were on the side walk laying down. I was holding her protecting her when this crazy guy on the other side of the street shoots a gun at us but above us so it doesnt hit us. Then he comes over and is going through his cart making weird noises holding his gun in his hand not even noticing us and I told my girlfriend and I to run for our lives while hes distracted. We got up and ran to a baseball field near by where there were some people just hanging. After we told them they seemed to not care and what irritated me was that my girlfriend was trying to go back to get her clothes she forgot. Somehow the guys cart is by the field and some random stranger has his gun but the man is no where to be seen. Then I heard gun shots and yelling but no body was panicking it was so crazy. All I know is I remember this guys face spot on and what his gun looked like
Morning of September 09, 2018. Sunday. Reading time: 1 min 18 sec. Readability score: 63. I do not usually set the preconscious avatar on fire. It depends upon my acceptance of, and resonance with, the waking process (or how annoyed I might be about waking up in contrast to the more positive willingness) and whether or not vestibular system correlation is a factor of the transition. My conscious self identity is not present at the beginning. It starts with a typical bedroom induction. The bedroom is a variation of Gellibrand Street in Brisbane, where we have not lived for many years. Curiously, there are several other people in our bed with us, though I do not perceive them as intruders. (Our bed would need to be unrealistically wide to accommodate them, but I do not perceive it as such.) I am aware that the door into the bedroom is open, but it is to the left rather than in the middle of the opposite wall. (I am atypically sleeping on my right side, with my left more exposed to my real environment). Two unknown males step into the bedroom. I do not know their intent, but I assume it is intrusive. Having a vague memory of my conscious self identity but not my real-life status, I consider what I should do. Becoming aware that I am in the waking process of a dream, I become annoyed (as I had not used the induction process to sustain lucidity). I take hold of what is left of my dream self’s side of liminal space and create the intersection process, which is otherwise the choice to reenter deeper sleep or to wake. However, the feature is two rivers that cross each other perpendicularly rather than streets (though they are about the same size as urban streets). I mentally tie the preconscious avatar and his partner to a post where the rivers cross, mentally douse them with gasoline, and set them on fire. I deliberately fly up and out of the dream state much to my satisfaction.
I had a dream where I came back to my old job, and it was my first day. About three people came to me different times saying that one of the nurse told them to tell me I was fired and only the last person told me that I had to actually leave right away and then I tried to clock out but couldn’t cuz I forgot my numbers so I went to this dude on the office desk for help and he was dressed super fancy but he was being super annoying and silly so I just tried to go to someone else that I knew found one of my managers from real life he sent me to the computers and like I had to download the application. It was weird cuz I was thinking about coming back, but not if I would get fired on my first day lol
I am in a specific district in my city, my aunt actually lives there. It's the biggest district in my city, it has many safe more suburban areas, poor areas and dangerous areas. I am with my boyfriend in one of this suburban areas, just talking a walk. We go by a house with a tall white wood fence. The painting is corroded. Just when we come close to the fence, everything goes pitch dark. We magically are inside the house and everything there it's pitch dark. We hear the voice of something very wise and very evil at the same time. We want to get out and I don't know what we do, but we appear again in front of the fence. We look at each other and reflect that there's definitively some entity there; we think that the house it's haunted. We come close again to check if what happened was real and experience the same thing. We decided to get away from it as fast as we can. Suddenly, in my hands I have a brown paper bag. I look inside and there's celery stalks in there. I wonder what they could mean. All of the sudden, I decided to break them inside the bag. When I do, I hear in my head the voice of the entity from the house. I don't remember exactly what it says, just that I was right about the entity, that I am right to believe in the dark forces of the Earth, those that a few believe exist, that there are ghosts and such thing as haunted places. I feel that somehow he has passed knowledge to me. I ask my boyfriend if he's hearing what I hear, but he isn't. I explain about the breaking of the celery stalks. Everything goes pitch dark again.
I am in a submarine travelling on a mission with some people. Inside the submarine is like a house with many rooms, some of them are ample, other small. I am in the cockpit with another person. One of the walls is actually a sliding door and it's covered with maps and all kind of info. I see someone entering from there to grab something and then returning back and closing the door. Suddenly we hear shouts of fear coming from behind the sliding door, crying for help. There's an assasin inside and he's killing and torturing everyone there. Desperately, I try to open the sliding door but it's jammed. By my effort I start pulling map after map and new maps start to appear. I stop, grab a gun and go through another way, looking for the assassin. I enter a carpeted room with white walls and there he is, waiting for me. He is a ginger middle age man with beard. He is just sitting, he doesn't have a gun and he isn't trying to escape or anything. Apparently he's tied to the chair. I know in the dream that he's insane or he has been driven mad during the trip. I try to shoot him, but when I pull the trigger, I realize it's just a blank gun. I feel scared, because I know if I don't kill him, I won't be able to save the rest of the people. He just look at me calmly, waiting for me to kill him. But just smoke and light come out of my gun. I jump to some foggy reflection about bad people and to another different scene. There's a house, a family it's living there, but I just see one of the rooms where a 13 year old girl is lying down in bed. It's the morning and she hasn't gotten up. In the room there's Harvey Weinstein and he goes into bed with the girl and start slowly groping her. The girl hears her mom in the house talking very enthusiastically with some friend. She doesn't shout or says a thing. The guy has her mouth covered with a hand, but she wouldn't say anything eitherway. She's lifeless, just feeling repulsed and sick. He grabs her boob. The mom knows what's going on and she doesn't do a thing. She's actually talking with her friend about Harvey Weinstein and how good and cool he is.
i had a dream it was the end of the world my family and i went to a abandoned hotel we turned off the lights and there was a big shadow going over me it was real scary than we turned the lights back on there was nothing there no one else could see the shadow but me everyone thought i was crazy
(this dream happened like a year ago- yet i still remember it.) (I had come home from school because i was cramping a lot and i'm a baby, mom took me home and i went to my room while my mom drove off to resume her job. it didn't bother me that i was home alone sense i get privacy so i went to bed.) I noticed i was awake again but the sun was lower than it was when i went to bed- that's strange. i went to bed around lunch time and it seemed like it was several hours in the past. I decided to wiggle my fingers because that's a thing i do to wake up slowly rather than suddenly, but they didn't move. i tried again, very confused, and they still didn't move. i decided to try and move my arm and it didn't move. I heard my brother and mom talking from the living room very faintly, i couldn't tell what they were saying. i tried moving my fingers one more time and they still didn't move- its weird because i'm telling my own body to move and yet it wont. I remembered that i had watched a video about sleep paralysis about 2 weeks before and immediately noticed that i was probably in sleep paralysis. most of this time i was thinking about how i had left a ketchup bottle container on the frame of my bed and it might fall on me any second. I felt like something was behind me, but for some reason i wasn't scared. (and that's impressive for me sense i jump at anything ) For some reason i saw myself sleeping from the view of over my doorway, i saw a white being with black spikes and white feathered wings. i still wasnt scared for some reason- but thats because i was wondering where that one ketchup bottle went. The creature stood like a human with two pairs of wings and seemed like it was covered with feathers, i couldn't see very clearly because the sun from my window was like the brightest thing in the world. I noticed that it had extended its long arm to touch my head with its noticeable long fingers. that frightened me because its hand was colder than ice and i was trying to call to my brother of mom to come and wake me. I suddenly woke up for real this time and realized it was about 2 hours after i had gone to bed. The ketchup bottle was still gone and i didn't hear the chatter of my brother or mom anymore- turns out they were still at work and school. .-.
I dreamt about someone giving me a back hug. I know I was an adult or 20 to 23 of age. I was walking around the house until I felt an arm around my waist. I smiled. He told me let’s cuddle. His voice was so soft but deep. He also sounded tired. I giggled then turned around to face him. But I could not see his face clearly. He had brown hair And I could also tell he had dreamy eyes. It made me felt very happy. I was about 8 at age. I remember this so much that till now it’s still clear in my mind. I later met this guy in school and I was 13 years that time. He was a transferee. He was from Busan (yes he’s Korean). He is kind of good in English. How I know. He is now my best friend. starting from the last 4 months. Not to mention he really looked like the guy from my dream when I was 8 years old. I sometimes think it’s him. He has a soft but deep voice, Brown hair, dreamy eyes and not to mention handsome. I always told my self why on earth I dreamed about it.
Night of September 13, 2018. Tuesday. Reading time: 1 min. Readability score: 62. Vestibular system correlation begins as my dream begins, which is semi-lucid but allowed to render randomly, as I do not make a willful attempt to orient or give willful detail to any of the patchy space. However, a common thought at this stage is choosing the setting of being on a bus, which is not as expansive a process as a helicopter or airplane (or flying unaided). So the setting stabilizes as a bus, seemingly in late afternoon, but I am not corporeal, as I have not fully “stepped in,” though I am on the right of the bus driver’s seat. There is no driver. An empty child safety seat (baby car seat) is atop the empty bus driver’s seat, closer to the steering wheel. The bus is moving in a setting that seems like an ambiguous mix of a bullring (bullfighting arena) and a Nascar venue. Although it is driving itself, my dream self is still liminally controlling its direction and speed. The Paul Simon song, “Baby Driver,” is loudly playing from an undetermined source, diffusing through the environment. There is an enhanced awareness of energy and activity. I start to feel very amused and cheerful by the absurdity of the scenario. Most members of the audience are cheering and throwing confetti as the bus circles the area. I start to wonder why the Paul Simon song emerged, as I had not heard or thought of it in years. Still feeling cheerful, I decide to come out of my dream.
This time I found myself in the supermarket, waiting in line. All my intended purchases were on the conveyor belt. Ahead of me an elderly lady was paying for her shopping. It took ages. There was much discussion, conversation, production of vouchers and a slow packing of her shopping into bags. She then asked if she could phone for a taxi and the assistant took her away to help her find a phone. I remained by the conveyor belt feeling helpless rage. Meanwhile, people on other tills who had joined queues after me, were leaving the store. Eventually the assistant came back to his till. He was just about to deal with my shopping when an announcement came over the tannoy: "emergency, please evacuate the store". With that there was panic as everyone ran to the doors. (Another quite boring dream, what can all this 'waiting' signify I wonder?
In this dream I was at this house that I don't recognize, but was living there in the dream. There was a lot of construction going on within the house, rooms being renovated, added onto, ect... There was this guy that was coming over to provide care for my disabled son, but he was shifty. I didn't care for him. (Will explain more about the character that played the man at the end.) Seemed like everyone else thought he was fine, so I was kinda stuck. After a couple days of this guy hanging around, and doing nothing, but eating my food, and making a mess and looking menacing I was feeling really concerned. He began messing up some of the construction work that was going on by throwing paint around, and clogging new plumbing. He was destroying things. I felt physically threatened by him, but unable to get away quickly enough with my son to be safe until my husband got home, so I was waiting for him. I think I woke up before I was able to get out. *The man in the dream that played the menacing character reminded me of a guy that I met at a party yrs ago whom I was thinking about the other day. The guy tried to harm me, but was caught by others and thrown out before anything happened.
(background info for the dream my mother was killed 5 to 6 years ago) So it starts out with me in an elevator going up to the 10th floor, the elevator dings and the doors open slowly and as they open I hear a woman screaming, and my senses heighten and i look up and see two people just beating this woman senselessly and i yell at them to stop and I start running down the hall and they run into one of the rooms and slam the door. I turn to the woman who has a mask on her face and blood is just flowing from behind the mask and her arms, I kneel down and touch the mask it's cold, heavy, and metallic as I try to lift it off she screams for me to stop as I look around I see it's got spikes and screws in it. I apologize and tell her I'm calling 911 as im on the phone with the operator the door slowly opens. The woman says please stop them dont let them come back dont let them hurt me anymore. I said the police and paramedics are on the way I'll stand here and make sure they dont hurt you again. She said they wont come out of the room you need to drag them out by force and she said what would you do if they did this to a loved one of yours. So I ran in and went around the corner of the room and saw another door one of them tried to sneak up behind me and I hit him and threw him down and he started to cry and beg for mercy and I said did you give that woman out there that why should I give it to you and he said I just do as my brother does i have no will of my own and as i tried to look at his face it looked hollow almost as if he was just a floating pair of eyes with a mouth but nothing else was present. So I asked where his brother was and he said I cant tell you because you'll hurt him and me so I kick him in his empty head and he screams and his brother comes running out and tackles me we wrestle for a bit and I hear the front door slam and it startles us so I throw the one brother off and when I saw his eyes they were blood red and that's all he had almost like staring at a faceless demon. As I stand up and go to the door the woman is standing at the door I hear her laugh I ask if all is okay and she said yes my son, I take two steps back and I feel this sharp pain in my chest and abdomen and I drop to my knees breathing heavily and as I look up she rips off the mask and it's my own mother im shocked and ask why she laughs and said because...and she forces the mask on my face kicks me to the ground and stomps it on my face and as she is about to deliver the blow that kills me I awake.
We were outside of my house just hanging out at night. He went home and i was about to walk back to my house. My parents were awake so i waited on the side of my house until they left. As i was standing and waiting. Something flew over just the tip of my head knocking me down. I had no idea what it was. Then i woke up. Definition of WTF
In the dream, me and all of my guy friends were at this flea market in a big field. The one guy was trying to shoot me with missiles, but I kept dodging them. Eventually, he had me corned as I was hiding behind the the bleachers and I could hear him say, “What are you gonna do now?” I panicked and just as he shot the missile, I brought out this parasail and a jet pack and starting flying away. He continued shooting me with the missiles and hit my parasail, but it was okay because I had a backup. I flew across the entire field and then landed in a restaurant.
Morning of September 13, 2018. Tuesday. Reading time: 1 min 53 sec. Readability score: 57. Since early childhood, originating on December 23, 1966, a few days after my sixth birthday (while living on 901 Rose Street in La Crosse, Wisconsin on the second floor of a commercial building), I began to comprehend the main component of the dreaming and waking process. For those who do not know (as I have explained it hundreds of times since 2004), it is vestibular system correlation. This main factor of going into and out of the dream state is of course based on the inability of the dream self to viably perceive the physical body’s current orientation and is the foundation for what is called the “waking start” or falling sensation. About fifty percent of the tens of thousands of dreams I have studied have this element at one point, more than twenty-five percent related to flight (such as birds, airplanes, helicopters, and unaided flying as well). This process often involves VSC personification, or another form of the avatar, such as an anthropomorphic bird. The process may come about either deliberately or spontaneously, from the three dream self modes of subliminal, liminal, or lucid. Sometimes, I initiate the process by habit (and the virtuous circle effect), other times, it is by surprise. This process, just as I have never dreamt of the same setting more than once, is always different, and despite my viable knowledge of the process for over fifty years, I remain astounded by each new subtle variation. In this case, my dream is quite simple, despite it being a new variation. I am flying on my own in a few scenes. Eventually, I see people who are preparing to work as flight attendants. One of them is the preconscious avatar. I am puzzled by how a male flight attendant is standing on the tail of the Boeing 747 as it flies to my right in the same direction I am, quite high in the sky. He is standing near the left elevator or horizontal stabilizer of the tail. (This is an association with the fact that an elevator is also a common form of generic vestibular system correlation.) At another point, when a 747 is on the ground, other flight attendants prepare to work. I am puzzled by why they have to stand on the airplane as it flies rather than ride in it. The (unknown male) VSC avatar tells me that they need to make sure that passengers do not open the door to the outside of the aircraft when it is in flight. An airplane (other than when serving as a literal or prescient form) is typically a projection of VSC, that is, a secondary projection of one’s imaginary physicality within the dream state. As such, and with the preconscious presence, my dream gives me a “soft landing” so to speak rather than a hypnopompic kick.
Morning of September 11, 2018. Tuesday. Reading time: 1 min 6 sec. Readability score: 63. I still had traces of the flu during this period. Vestibular system correlation took on a rather odd form in the otherwise typical transition, an atypical combination of internal and projected awareness. I was semi-lucid but did not maintain focus. I enter the world of Barney Google and Snuffy Smith by liminal intent. Snuffy has a daughter of about my youngest daughter’s age. Snuffy’s daughter (fictitious as relevant to the real comic strip) walks through a doorway and my dream shifts rather than the doorway association serving as an exit. I then realize it is my daughter standing in the room in real life, but I shift back into the dream state. Now I am viewing a Hi and Lois comic strip. It features Chip and an unknown girl (partially based on a real comic strip I had just seen previously - see image). They are riding a subway. The girl is on Chip’s left, so this is a typical rendering modeling (in real time) of how I am sleeping with Zsuzsanna with her on my left. On the left of my view of the comic strip are a few odd sketchy characters with stop signs for heads (though otherwise drawn like a Hi and Lois character). The surreal comic strip is a result of my ongoing semi-lucid thoughts. Eventually, within a larger version of the comic strip, is an insert displaying the external movement of a real subway (like the film of a passing train, although I view its side as if from above). I say “look at that,” (even though the preconscious avatar is not visibly present) and wake slowly, feeling the illusory movement in my body. For the record, this is dream number 132,258 (not online of course, just regarding those documented and resolved as I only have about 10,000 on Tumblr, about 5,000 visible to the public - I am going to start posting monthly compilations soon as I would otherwise never come close to backing up my work). Thank you for your interest.
I had a dream the top of a glass of water shattered as I was drinking it. I was trying to pull the glass out of my mouth without cutting myself or swallowing the glass, but I cut my finger. I’m putting the small pieces of glass into the broken base and adding more water to swish my mouth but it never ends and then I woke up cause I had been holding my breath in my sleep