Blue_Opossum

Morning of December 7, 2018. Friday.

Dream #: 18,981-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 66.



I become vividly aware of being in my brother-in-law Bob’s car in the back seat, on the right side. (This subliminally stems from sleeping on the right side of our bed, though my conscious self’s identity is otherwise absent as I have not been in La Crosse since 1994. My dream self’s location in the back seat implies being in temporary isolation from my reticular activating system’s processing.) It is nighttime. The parked car is in the middle of the east side of Wood Street. (This is scene is erroneous, as Bob would typically only park on Loomis Street near where he lived.)

An unknown male is backing up his car, which remains perpendicular, from the other side of the street, towards Bob’s car. Although I think his vehicle might hit hard, as he does not seem to notice Bob’s car, the back of it only bumps the right side near my door.

I start yelling at him and leave Bob’s car to go to the front of it. By now, a few other unknown people are present. At least one police officer (a preconscious simulacrum that does not activate) is nearby, but there is not much interaction (due to my level of dream state consciousness in the transition to the next scene). The man remains in his car. I point out to the others how the right front wheel of Bob’s car is now bent, the top at an outward angle. I go over to the left side and see that the left front tire has what resembles a big pile of white cream (or white “clay”) near it that appears as if it had been squeezed out from a short cylindrical protuberance on the tire. (Gamma-aminobutyric acid, or GABA, in its natural form, is rare autosymbolism, yet has appeared in several dreams recently.)

I walk back to Loomis Street, into the backyard of the house by way of the alley, and enter the house via the back door. As I walk around, I see that everyone is in bed. I want to tell them about the mishap with the car. The house is dark, and I complain that it is before eight o'clock in asking why everyone is already asleep. One bedroom replaces the porch, with the bed visible beyond the living room’s doorway and long ways to it, but my dream self does not recognize this error. At this point, I am more viably subliminally aware I am in the dream state (as validated by seeing people in bed and the RAS precursor of the previous scene not initiating), which triggers the next stage of the dreaming process.

Vestibular system correlation kicks in as usual at this level of dream state consciousness. I am in Southside La Crosse now, near a group of about seven unfamiliar teenagers, both males and females. I easily allow myself to rise in the air and hover for a time, but I also fly around for short distances. Most of the other people are surprised. I tell them that I cannot understand why people walk over a long distance (such as from one side of town to another) when flying is so much easier. The others take turns rising in the air for a short time.

From here, an unknown male happily flies with me, including through the service area of a restaurant (caused by subliminal hunger during sleep). I eventually arrive in the parking lot of a shopping mall. However, it also has a vague association with my old middle school in Arcadia.

The parking lot (autosymbolism for an inactive body while sleeping) usually comes at a closer emerging consciousness stage than does a porch (in which porch, warehouse, shed or garage, parking lot typically correlates with incremental bands of concurrent consciousness in the waking process). There are a few unknown men who are amazed at how I hover and fly around. They talk about gravity and how I am “defying the laws of gravity.” I tell them that flying is a natural activity and that you only have to allow yourself to rise in the air.

They continue to mention gravity as I walk to the other side of the parking lot, near the street, to prepare to fly again. I cheerfully yell back at them, “If gravity existed as you say it does, then the moon would be stuck to the Earth!” My affirmation stems from how the dream self and its imaginary physicality (moon) is not bound by the physical (Earth).

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Morning of June 9, 1968. Sunday.



It is early morning with full daylight, perhaps a couple hours after sunrise. Brenda and Tina are standing atop the roof of a car. The car is parked near a small unknown rural home and it seems to be in the backyard, although there is some ambiguity that implies it might be the main entrance. The car is parked sideways near the back door about ten feet away and facing towards an unknown perpendicular unpaved back road. Brenda and Tina are holding each other closely and quivering in fear, being afraid to come down from atop the car, but also afraid of several buzzards flying and circling above. (I also get a brief vague impression of Carol Burnett and Lucille Ball in the same scenario as children.)

There is an outside area adjacent to the back of the house (left of the door when outside) where chopped logs are kept and I also see a wooden shelf (also left of the back door) with small piles of straw. I think the car may belong to my sister Carol (half-sister on my mother’s side) and Verdell. The house seems to be a unique composite (with front yard and backyard ambiguity) of the back of my family’s previous home in Mohawk Valley in Wisconsin and the front of our house at North Monroe Street in Florida. I boldly manage to calmly talk the two girls down from the roof of the car and get them to come with me into the house through the back door so that they are out of danger. Looking back as we are entering the house, I see buzzards now atop the car but they do not acknowledge us in any way.

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Notes compiled from previous lifelong records on June 19, 2017:

Roles: Brenda, close friend, neighbor, and schoolmate, is my emergent consciousness factor. Tina, schoolmate (Brenda’s friend in real life, though somewhat snobbish towards me), is my personified preconscious, atypically passive here. The buzzards are this dream’s liminal space waking symbolism and are the more dominant preconscious factor.

Coalescence waking readiness: Coalescence, here modeled by Brenda and Tina hugging (prior to their return to my own dream body) is very common waking symbolism that represents the personified preconscious and emergent consciousness uniting and returning to whole consciousness (and the current conscious self identity). (Coalescence usually results in a much softer awakening than with dreams such as “The Buzzard’s Beak”, which had an extreme hypnopompic back spasm waking event.) This common dream component has been validated as such in thousands of my dreams to date.

The parked car represents my physical body’s sleep cycle and the potential change in circadian rhythms in early morning. Getting Brenda and Tina to come down from the top of the car (a potential falling factor, biologically premonitory of a hypnopompic jerk and redundant to the additional flight symbol of the circling buzzards above) is a deliberate but subliminal dream cessation precursor.

The presence of the sawn logs may be a second-level dream sign based on having heard my brother-in-law Bob talk about “sawing logs” as a sleeping metaphor (in reference to snoring). The straw may also be a second-level dream sign, relevant to the phrase “hitting the hay”, especially as it is on a shelf (potentially analogous to a bed and “on the shelf” as inactive or asleep). Dream signs do not usually have additional meanings but are just residual threads of being unconsciously aware of being asleep (though not implying any active awareness of being in the dream state, though non-lucid dream control is common for me).

No setting (other than primarily featureless liminal space) has ever appeared more than once in a dream with the same detail. In this case, the composite is ambiguous. It is also common for presently known females to appear in homes from my past where they had never been in reality, especially my wife Zsuzsanna, who often appears in my dreams of past houses I have lived in where she has never been in reality (and in fact, she has never even been to America). Why I dream primarily of females in this way is likely a biological factor. Additionally, with certain dream types, there are no males (other than myself). The ambiguity of the vague memory of the actresses in the same scenario is not an actual dream character change (as sometimes occurs) though may still be a result of an unremembered reset, possibly due to my unconscious transmuting the original scenario to be more personal, though this is certainly not a consistent factor.

Validated personal dream meanings: Features in my dreams related either to flight or non-flight (in the sense of a flightless bird or failed flight scenario) are linked, in a biologically premonitory sense, to subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic jerk. This waking symbolism has been validated as such thousands of times throughout my fifty years of devoted dream study. Regarding such waking symbolism, there may or may not be additional meanings relevant to my current conscious self’s identity, although mostly only inclusive of precognitive threads, literal or based on precise imagery with too much detail or layered factors such as could not occur by chance. First-level flight symbols have occurred in over twenty percent of my tens of thousands of documented dreams to date, making it one of my most common forms of waking symbolism.

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