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Morning of January 5, 1997. Sunday.

Quite a few men want to fight. It is near a flight of stairs (waking precursor feature). The apartment building we are living in seems unfamiliar (though that does not trigger any sort of focus or uncertainty). I seem to have special powers including an ability to transform into having a monstrous appearance.

The men are drunk and I pound them and toss them down the stairs into an actual pile. More men appear and I am able to throw them about. It seems to be from at least the second floor at one point.

Oddly, they seem to transform into broken beer bottles at one point. Other beer bottles appear near the top of the stairs, which I also toss down the stairs. After a time, there seems little difference in the essence between the broken beer bottles and what used to be men. (I am not a drinker in real life and it is also quite rare for me to dream about alcoholic beverages in any way.)

Morning of January 1, 1997. Wednesday.



House Full of Spiderwebs

I am in the Loomis Street house, possibly implied to still be living here. My sister Marilyn (half-sister on my mother’s side) is present at times. There are spiderwebs everywhere. (I have dreamt a number of versions of this situation throughout my life. In this dream there is less of a focus on spiders than is usually the case. There is minor frustration at difficulty in moving from one room to another. My dream’s essence is not threatening or nightmarish in any way.)

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Fish Recycling?

A recycling symbol is rendered as a triangular image of trout or salmon. Its meaning is not fully clear.

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Miniature staircase of gold coins

I am arranging gold coins while sitting at a table in an unknown location. They form an implied miniature staircase. (Both gold coins and going up a staircase have occurred as dream state exit markers in previous dreams back to early childhood. A staircase typically symbolizes the inevitable return to consciousness as well as the implied exit point of the dream state. It is used the same way in guided meditation and hypnosis.)

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Morning of December 21, 1996. Saturday.



This was a long dream but with not many clear events. The location is ambiguous and somewhat of a fifty-fifty rendered composite of our Gellibrand Street apartment (in Clayfield - Australia) and my sister’s house on Loomis Street in the USA.

A fire starts in the house across the street, which seems to be some sort of “poetic justice” in-dream and not a personal concern. Eventually, it is discovered that firefighters are using our water supply to put out the fire. I notice this when I close the front windows and two fire hoses are then blocked. In a short time, I am ordered to reopen them by a few authorities that come onto our porch.

Instead, I turn off a cassette player that is playing a cassette tape of my personal affirmations that my brother Jim is listening to at a loud volume and otherwise ignore their request.

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Morning of November 6, 1996. Wednesday.



I opened one of my journals randomly and noticed that it included the usual instance of precognition (of which I did not always record in detail as it was too common - in fact, there were days when it was almost continuous on a conscious level, but spontaneous and usually impersonal).

I have that November 6th (Wednesday) in 1996 was a “good day” but had recorded a strangely negative dream of being a homeless person; an “old drunk”, I think (which is about as far from my real nature as conceivably possible) of a completely different background (white Australian, I think), and being yelled at by a Korean woman from a nearby church mission. I do not understand what she is saying. I am mostly sleeping on the sidewalks in a larger city - not exactly sure where, perhaps Sydney. There was no reason for me to have dreamt this.

On the next day, Thursday, November 7, 1996 - I had gotten a completely unexpected missionary-type letter from a Korean church. We had not gotten any other letters of this nature and we had not been living there at that address that long. Normally, though, precognition of this particular nature unfolds within the same day, often an hour or two after waking. Similar events have happened often before throughout my life, sometimes involving me taking on the odd emotions and ideas of a letter or cassette tape I had not gotten yet and did not know was on its way. In one case, I actually found myself inexplicably yelling about something (I did not even seem to be “me” at all in mood) when I lived in Wisconsin and some of the exact phrases I used were on a cassette tape an adopted sister (A Snowbird, from California) sent me that I had no idea she recorded - from a disillusioned male (relating to Native American rights) talking who I did not even know and regarding some of the same detailed unusual events. Events like this have happened continuously throughout my life, both picking up on someone before I knew of them (even “unwillingly” projecting their mood), and some sort of remote viewing from an unknown consciousness that seemed a part of me - usually with exact details of an “already known memory” of what I could not have possibly known.

Morning of September 26, 1996. Thursday.



My dream was very vivid and colored my mood for my day in a very positive way.

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DeForest Kelley, as the actor, not his “Star Trek” character (though which does have autosymbolic implications in the final scene) has a (fictional) daughter probably in her late teens. She is apparently in some sort of televised variety show but gets hurt in a hang glider crash (while undressed) shortly after the show starts. Three Caucasian doctors (young males) come to her aid but they act strangely and rudely to everyone. It seems she may have died in the crash (though this is uncertain).

DeForest Kelley soon appears and talks to me. I find myself in Native American traditional dress. I sing loudly, though harmoniously, and shake rattles with others, three males and one very old female. I direct a strong effort and focus on my chanting. The girl who had eventually been thought to be dead is somehow healed.

I attain somewhat of a faux lucidity here; that is, a very strong feeling of power and control (as well as unity) though I remain non-lucid. (There is no RAS modulation in the final scene, even with the preconscious personified.)

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Morning of July 27, 1996. Saturday.



In my dream, I own some sort of large unusual aquarium (similar to the one my brother had in real life in La Crosse at one time). My mother and oldest sister Marilyn are present in addition to my wife Zsuzsanna. After a time, an unexplainable event occurs. There is some sort of miniature “storm” or whirlpool-like event in the aquarium that is apparently being caused by some sort of unknown event occurring elsewhere (and from where, is unknown).

There is one fish in the aquarium (I am uncertain of the species) and this fish swims at an angle as far away from the turbulent water as possible. The fish remains uninjured and apparently safe thus far.

After time passes, though, the aquarium falls apart and all the water flows out (waking point). There are no longer any fish, but there are now two multicolored birds that seem to be male and female. They are either lorikeets or resplendent quetzals (or a composite of both). (My present guess in March 2015 is that they were quetzals, or composite of quetzal and hummingbird, as this is a recurring dream element for me).

The more dreams I review over a lifetime, the more the decoding comes out. Assuming these two birds were quetzals (though the entry image is of lorikeets), they would simply represent my wife and I as “ascended” on at least one in-dream level (looking back on my dream from “Soul’s Union of the Quetzal and the Silver Sebright Bantam” from March 30, 1986, where I have enhanced the imagery from that entry to be nearly identical to my dream).

That March 30th Easter dream always seemed like a metaphorical ascension type, and if such is the case, this dream probably relates the solitary fish as an isolated aspect of myself deliberately avoiding the union (or Merkaba) for whatever reason (likely as the fish is on its own), and that this July 27th dream touches this period to where we now have the birds to represent us at one level. It seems fairly straightforward and obvious at this point (August 9, 2015).

Morning of July 5, 1996. Friday.



This was one of my most vivid dreams during this time period. Somehow, even though I seem fully conscious and fully in-body in this dream, I do not enter any level of lucidity.

My wife Zsuzsanna and I are standing on a second-floor veranda in what may be some sort of unusual composite of airport, shopping center, and mansion. We are looking out over intensely beautiful silvery water. There is a heightened sense of peace and the sense of touch is augmented. I study the reflections on the water’s surface in appreciation for what seems like an hour or so. A sense of timelessness and happiness dominates the scene.

Eventually, a male around my age who reminds me somewhat of a British guard, but wearing a stove pipe hat, grows larger and larger as he walks, but not in any menacing way (as he does not seem to regard us in any way at any point). He becomes at least as tall as the two-storey building. As he continues to walk to the right, he then starts to become smaller and smaller until only his otherwise large hat is left rolling around. I then start focusing on the rolling of the hat. Even though the imagery is quite surreal, it also somehow seems “realistic” and “correct”.

In another scene, we are taking a small fast escalator somewhere. Everyone else is having difficulties, as they are using a particular escalator for the wrong direction, trying to walk down the one going up and trying to walk up the one going down (and of course, I have seen children and teens mess about on escalators like this in reality). Seemingly, we are the only ones who get to our destination.

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The first part of my dream reminds me vaguely of the “friendly giant” dreams I mostly had around age five when living on Rose Street in Wisconsin.

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Afternoon of April 4, 1996. Thursday.



This turned out to be an odd combination of the otherwise very common “return flight” type, subtype “failed flight”, for the waking transition (though both bird and airplane symbols are integrated in this one). It also uses the bomb metaphor as the waking trigger (which is sometimes linked to a hypnopompic event though not in this case). Bombs sometimes are triggered by or linked to a real noise in the environment (even a barely audible sound depending on the state of consciousness at the time), though that is not always the case.

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I am watching Baby Huey (the cartoon ducking) in an unusual movie (which I assume is fictional). Airplanes are bombing the area but only to get to him for whatever reason. (It seems he may be considered a threat by the military.) Sometimes I actually seem to be present but there is no direct threat to me.

Baby Huey, in the last part of the last segment, hardly notices an atomic bomb (a common dream cessation symbol) that is dropped in the area. It seems a bit strange that everyone else in one region is apparently wiped out yet this annoying cartoon duckling remains, randomly walking around, mostly oblivious to the chaos around him.

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There are a couple layers here that add to the overall meaning. Huey is technically a flight symbol (though cannot actually fly, so represents the band of liminal space closest to full consciousness - additionally as such since him being a cartoon represents the dissolving dream state or its instability) though is also a play on the UH-1 Huey Helicopter, which is where the notion of war and bombs comes from. This is an odd middle-ground of different flight symbol types in conflict, as if I am subliminally trying to decide whether to keep sleeping or to wake up. The baby association may also be partially influenced by our son. Huey is yellow so may also relate to dawning consciousness (as the sunrise symbol) during the transition.

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Morning of February 6, 1996. Tuesday.

I am riding in a car in an unknown location with my brother-in-law Bob as the driver. At one point, we stop near the ocean for some reason (even though he lived in Wisconsin in reality). A police officer soon approaches us and asks Bob some routine questions though does not regard me at all.

In a short time, Bob is being frisked by the police officer. Another official (though not dressed as a policeman) then seems to be there from out of nowhere. There does not seem to be any reason for their rude behavior or suspicion. I wake in a short time.

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This dream was relevant to water induction (the ocean, which represents sleep) but was soon disturbed by the waking precursor in which the (often solely biological) purpose is to cause an emotional shift to pull me out of the dream state. I had not seen Bob in real life since February 9th of 1994. So, loosely, there is possibly a date-related marker, assuming it is not a “what if” marker of a sort.

Morning of January 20, 1996. Saturday.



There is a special temple which many people have visited once or twice and left gifts at, most of which are still sitting around, many unwrapped, including stuffed toys, bowls of food (such as strawberries), and what looks like wrapped Christmas presents. There is also a tomb fairly close to the temple. The tomb has supposedly not been entered for hundreds of years. It is really large and probably contains several bodies, even mummified ones, of saints, and supposedly even Christ, and there is also said to be the mummified body of the Virgin Mary inside a forecourt statue. There is also an area where there are five small holes somewhere on the outside wall of the tomb that looks just like the pattern of the five-spot on a die or domino. (An alternate occult, “secret” version of the Star of David points when the two triangles are moved apart from each other, and the mirrored - top to bottom - Mayan “22” symbol). However, this “five-spot” can somehow only be seen by looking through the hole of yet another building in the region, from a fair distance.

A “living” Virgin Mary statue is said to walk around each night (when the Mary mummy comes to life and energizes the statue from within into a “real” human form), but there is controversy, saying it is actually someone carrying the statue around for cleaning, repairs, or repainting each night. The main building’s street number is twenty-two something.

There is also a stray dog that is mistaken for the Virgin Mary statue being “alive” by somehow getting pieces of it stuck on him (apparently it was actually hollow) and people start saying prayers to the whimpering dog (no one notices the whimpering or asks why the Virgin Mary is “crawling”). There is also a part where the dog seems to have gotten parts of a griffin statue stuck on his head and body. He looks quite convincing as a griffin, but the Virgin Mary, not so much. A large bird tries to get at the dog, and the flapping wings make it look even more “real” and part of the one animal.

Eventually, I enter the tomb as a part of some sort of role in a documentary - I seem to be someone else, perhaps that guy that made all those ridiculous fake and highly misleading “Chariots of the Gods” books (Von Daniken). There is then an idea that it may not be the tomb of saints, but Satan’s prison instead (I guess people are vague on the matter as usual, as different people say different things regarding what they see). I do talk to a couple of people who seem to have been living in the tomb for some reason.

People need to be careful, because perhaps the “devil” could get out.

I then find out that drawers - supposedly with the ancient bodies (but like a modern morgue) can be accessed from the outside wall. It then becomes more like a post office on the outside with post office drawers - the kind normally opened with a key - but accessible by anyone.

It turns out that the ancient bodies and bones of saints (and Christ) are complete fabrication and misrepresented by a tourist brochure and hotel flyers; they are mostly just newer plastic white picnic forks and such, not bones, and I think other drawers are for large picnic blankets that visitors rent (which I think were listed as “holy shrouds” in one part of a brochure - the supposed “Shroud of Turin” has black and red modern plaid designs on it now).

I notice a young couple enjoying a wonderful picnic in the park and get a sense that religions are distractions from having a meaningful life “in the now”. There will probably be people in the future seeing the plastic white picnic forks as “bones”. Both the temple and the tomb turn out to be an illusion, and are only modern places for entertainment and recreation.

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This dream was quite bizarre, but I still enjoyed it, especially the blissful temple scenes, where it turns out to be a bandstand at a park (the presents being part of an ongoing larger neighborhood party), and the “tomb” some sort of storage area for picnic utensils and such as well as a combined post office and modern “local celebrities” museum after all. (The park seemed in part like Pettibone Park, so there could be a play on “petty bone”.) My dreams colored my mood in a positive enriching manner.

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What does it mean to dream of a griffin? At the core level, a griffin is a flight symbol. A flight symbol is rendered in a dream in subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic waking start. Additionally, a griffin is a mix of unrelated animals, which is likely to be a unique precursor factor of the coalescence of the preconscious and emergent consciousness.

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Some of my other dreams that feature griffins (links): (1) Griffin vs. Grandfather Clock, (2) R Brand, (3) Malfunctioning Griffin Game, (4) Making a Griffin?

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Morning of January 19, 1996. Friday.



There were a lot of dreams from this date, but here is about twenty percent. Most is as originally written except for added updates and more condensed summarizing.

I am somehow parting an area of the ocean (like Moses) and walking across with some people. The water swirls back on each side in a spiral motion as I wave my hands in a circular motion in the same direction. [There are fish and jellyfish about on the “ground”.] At one point (including in an additional dream), I walk along singing about the beauty of the ocean, including from an area on a beach.

Seemingly important visual (slightly more vivid) - a flying fish “leaping” in and out of the vertical wave construct, but on a horizontal path and turned sort of sideways, which I first “see” to be a possibly endangered bird, but in fact, the fish is quite lively. Its path makes a triangle waveform “sketch” (engraving-like) in the vertical water “wall”.

I also dream of catching a large redhorse sucker (fish) - had only caught a few in real life now and then, but it is of a fictional nature here, living in the ocean. It also has spines that protrude from along its top fin but a bit laterally (sort of stegosaurus-like), but I handle it carefully and am not injured. I end up injuring its mouth when I take the hook out (this species of fish actually has thick puckering “lips”, so I guess this is some sort of diverse sensual reference unless it relates more to “catching a sucker” loosely based on catching liars, or people unknowingly - and quite commonly - caught up in pyramid schemes or multilevel marketing and such). I had caught it from a bridge with a large raisin (old play on male sensuality as with the old joke about the short-skirted female grocer climbing a ladder to get the requested bread - “is yours raisin too?” - However, in the other context, it would infer the false promise of “raisin” your income - I never fell for the multitude of pyramid schemes even as a child - sometimes I cannot believe the gullibility of people who do). There is concern over whether it is legal to fish from that bridge. One Australian man seems to be giving uncertain/unverified advice regarding fishing laws. On a side note, it may vaguely relate to both - as there was a PSA in America where an older lady (a common victim of such scams) says “we’ll give those envelope guys…a licking!” which some thought was hilarious.

In another dream, I seem to be a different person and with an ability to answer anyone’s question by placing my hand over a surface (such as that of the top of a coffee table) and lifting them to reveal words or symbols that commence (three-dimensionally) to emerge from the surface that somehow provide the “answer” (at least in part) to the person’s question. This seems to be a play on when you push something from underneath a large cluster of small rods within a frame (I forget what it is called) to reveal a shape, letter, or word, or even an actual face if someone puts it over their face. (We did this a lot in school, but again, I forget what it is called.) In another section, there is an atomic bomb and presumably others that will destroy the entire planet. We live in a domed city protected from radiation, but will still need to find more resources eventually. For some reason, Mars is visible in the sky, slightly larger than the moon. There is supposedly a type of Martian lung fish that looks a bit like a mottled horned toad and living on land.

I do my hand routine and the word “factor” rises from the temporary wood “splinters” (actually re-rendering molecules/molecular surfaces) - and the eventual phrase “Crick factor” seems to relate the answer. This is related to the real-life “Crick Factor” (actual title of both a class session and an unfinished novella I started with a friend, Roosevelt I - based on Francis Crick) - which we studied for a time in middle school as a theory - which, for some odd reason, I cannot find referenced on the Internet anywhere at all. The idea (or rather, the odd “theory”) was that life on Earth could have started from DNA sent via a rocket to the planet’s primal oceans by aliens - however, this was mostly presented as more of a “what if” scenario relating to what mankind might “also” do in the future. Eventually, the word “Mars” also appears as if the entire city (which is one large spacecraft) will go there for a time. (We will apparently use any viable resources on Mars - or rather convert soil and rocks at an atomic level - regarding changing minerals and such to grow or generate food.) Added note: Francis Crick died on 28 July 2004 (aged 88), “His later research centered on theoretical neurobiology and attempts to advance the scientific study of human consciousness.” [Wikipedia]. Roosevelt had portrayed him as a young man in the future - which would have to actually have been his implied descendent in the story.

My actual (hard-copy) journal from that day states that I had bought “X-Factor” number 108 at a second-hand book store (I did not note the volume number), which supposedly had precognitive validation (or more accurately, postcognition, as volume one was printed in 1994) from my dreams of this date (all of which I did not include here), but I did not list all the specifics. As the book is packed away somewhere, I may validate the details better later on, but because this happened all the time, I could not always keep up with each day to day (and sometimes even hour to hour) precognitive event.

Morning of January 9, 1996. Tuesday.



I am back in Cubitis, in the living room (though a unique rendering as always). My father (April 26, 1901-February 14, 1979) is alive again and appears probably as he was in the mid-1970s. There seems to be a humorous ambiance, even when an unknown entity in a cloak appears. I pretend to be surprised and afraid of him (though with an exaggerated mood and gestures), especially as he may be the Grim Reaper. However, even though he seems to take my father into a dark room (the southwest bedroom) prior to waking (with an unknown motive in what starts as a possible comedic situation), he does not directly threaten me.

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Cloaked figures almost always come before I develop a cold or flu as in this case (or before a family member becomes ill). This is a factor of the autosymbolism of interconsciousness and other levels of awareness, mostly biological. On another level, it is an example of preconscious recognition (which my dream self lacks) that my father had died. This is linked to the RAS mediation process of the doorway presence (doorway waking symbolism as a factor of the waking process).

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Morning of December 31, 1995. Sunday.



My dream’s plot relates to an old widow (who is seen as stingy and nasty overall, and who had a son whom supposedly vanished) who rents a large house to about four different families as well as a couple single men, all who are apparently mostly without many resources or money. Two of the families seem to share one larger room. The house is old and has roach infestation and very old variegated carpeting (reds, blues, greens); in some locations, only older very narrow strips nailed to the floor, not much wider than the nails. At one point, the old lady speaks of having new carpeting put in. I seem to go in and out of my dream as if I am a secondary character at times.

One male from one family gives me a calendar (I assume for 1996) but as we seemingly share the same large room at this point I tell him to just put it on the wall so that we all can benefit from it. During this time, I take a couple pictures from the wall to make room. I had put many pictures up on the worn wall to make it look better as others seemed interested.

There is one part where a housing inspector complains (relative to safety concerns) that there are hidden doors in the house and asks where they all are. One door is under an old section of carpet. The door is lifted and leads to a collection of old cards and letters from the 1940s (1943 is noted a few times). This causes the old woman to cry as she apparently rediscovers and relives “lost” memories. Another door is discovered and examined. A monster-like face scares one person away. Eventually, a strange green hand emerges and scares more people.

At one point, a boy explores a lower part of the house that is usually hidden. Somehow, he accidentally causes a fire around barrels filled with oil or possibly gasoline. The fire is put out by the flapping of very large wings. The wings are of a creature that frightens the boy even though he poses no threat and is possibly just lonely and looking for others like himself.

It is revealed that the old woman had a son that had not actually vanished but transformed into a “monster” that is basically a “butterfly-man”. She had kept him in the old house all that time in secret rooms. At one point, he seems to fly off towards the setting sun in a scene with mostly orange hues. However, this turns out to be an illusion as he cannot leave the house (yet).

There is a part where there is a costume party. A boy seems to see his sister (in a dog costume) vanish before his eyes but she later reappears without donning a costume, saying she had not worn the dog costume that she originally planned to. Thus, the prior scene turned out to be a trick played upon him by a friend. Of course, the butterfly-man can go to a costume party without being noticed that directly.

There is another part where a unfamiliar man (yet supposedly a known criminal) is writing spontaneously (possessed?) in a language he does not know. It resembles Lao script (which in itself makes me think of butterfly-like patterns) and there happens to be a few who can read it as he writes. It relates to some sort of “monster” or “spirit” being reborn into the world in vengeance.

There are then a lot of ambiguous scenarios relating to crimes including the man who was writing as well as the “butterfly-man-monster” who somehow actually did eventually leave the house. Someone else somehow makes him become fully human, but then he becomes a giant and destroys highways and bridges. There is even a chase scene involving boats. One boat at one point actually looks more like a pair of platforms to supposedly be a swimming aid of a sort (to develop “faster swimming”).

Even when the criminals are killed, they are still somehow able to pursue certain people.

I start to wake up from this long, convoluted dream before the full “story” is “transcribed”, supposedly to designate a purpose of some sort but mostly incoherent in afterthought. Most dreams are not really linear or story-like (in a cohesive sense) after all and should not be treated as such (depending on the context).

Morning of November 29, 1995. Wednesday.



This had been recorded as being an extremely vivid dream, as well as parts being lucid. I somehow end up where there are (living) wolves made of stone, of ice, of snow, and even of diamond. Mostly the wolves of snow seem to bite at me. In many dreams however, wolves are friendlier than domestic dogs. (In the past, mostly before around the age of fourteen, I often dreamed of dogs coming for me, while during the same periods, I sometimes had pet wolves. Presently, though, as I have recently stated, the “same” German shepherd had been in my dreams a few times as some sort of guardian for me - and it usually has some sort of pennant on its collar). I used to play with a wolf hybrid when very young in the coulees.

I had referenced a very pleasant and vivid sleep paralysis event that seemed to go on and on for some time, referring to “swinging” sensations from head to toe while in bed and pleasant energies that seemed to be rejuvenating my muscles and such. Sleep paralysis has mostly been extremely pleasant for me, though I have heard many people experience negative associations or unpleasant dreams (even nightmares) in such a state (more often than not). Odd. The interesting thing about sleep paralysis is that it is sometimes premonitory (somewhat similar to what I have read on epilepsy - though I do not have epilepsy), sometimes not - I have been in states where I was able to instigate the higher “buzzing” to more fully “separate” into the deeper states but other times it seemed “automatic”.

Sleep paralysis, throughout my life, always had the same features; a higher-pitched oscillation of perfect timing, almost like ring modulation (which sometimes remains in subtle continuity for a short time even after fully awake - more-so when I was younger), and waves of pleasurable sensations moving up and down my body, as well as the “jumping of will”, or that strange vibration or intense “spasm” above the navel. A few times, this had triggered a dream of lying on a beach on my back with my feet towards the ocean and feeling the ocean waves move over me in an even pattern for seemingly half an hour or longer.

At one point, I am “certain” that I am awake (though I am not) and get up, but when I go into the bathroom, I notice, upon looking in the mirror, that my eyes are very strange-looking. There are two sets of irises and pupils, side by side, in each eye. Seeing this, I become fully lucid and start doing pulsing affirmations within the dream (regarding universal love and health and well-being) until I actually do eventually wake - with that familiar “my body is made of mist” feeling that I get with certain affirmations with my special audio. There seems to be a point at which I can directly control the hypnopompic imagery, which is fairly rare (normally I can only “program” hypnagogia to whatever detail I choose - which often is enough to establish a particular dream scenario - but often prefer to leave nuances “open” to be pleasantly surprised if such is the case).

Morning of August 6, 1995. Sunday.

Dream #: 10,457-02 and 10,457-03. Reading time: 2 min 30 sec.



An unfamiliar female scientist is performing anatomical experiments on spiders and insects. Her activities result in the spiders gaining the capability of flight.

In what seems like a composite of a business office and a police station, an almost human humming sound gets louder and louder. It becomes a vivid, eerie, and anticipated event. Weevils and rhinoceros beetles that are about the size of horses drill through the wall. There seem to be drills jutting from their heads as if they had mechanical or cybernetic features. That may be because they are animatrons for a science-fiction film though this remains uncertain. The familiarity of the situation is a seamless composite in mood and awareness of the final events from “Bug” (1975), and the scene from “Total Recall” (1990) of which includes the following dialogue:

Douglas Quaid: “Okay. Let’s say you’re telling the truth and this is all a dream.”

Dr. Edgemar: “The walls of reality will come crashing down.”

Lori: “Now you’ve done it, now you’ve done it.”

I become aware of the presence of Zsuzsanna at this point, my conscious self identity emerging, but I residually associate her with the character of Lori.

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In another dream, I am riding in a car driven by my brother-in-law Bob. I am moving to an unknown house, presumably in La Crosse. A suitcase falls off. I quickly get it back onto the roof of the car at superhuman speed as we travel. We pass by a playground where children are being annoyed by a swarm of mosquitoes. (My conscious self identity is absent. There is zero awareness of my current life.)

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Waking process mediation, whether it be in subliminal, liminal, or concurrent modes, sometimes features a wall of which is breached in anticipation of the reticular activating system’s consciousness reinitiation. The process is not much different from using a door for a dream’s exit point. The only difference stems from the degree of self-awareness and extent of subliminal, liminal, or concurrent expectation. You will see these same processes and REM sleep causal factors, in the same order, in thousands of my dreams since early childhood, and I am now 58.

The female scientist is my subliminal awareness of Zsuzsanna.

Experiments are a subliminal association with introducing the conscious self identity and its will into dream space. These two dreams are not “lucid” in the conventional sense (though the term “lucid” is misleading).

Spiders gaining the capability of flight is a result of projected vestibular system correlation, an extension of my imaginary hands.

A wall introduces anticipation of the waking process and anticipation of the emergence of my conscious self identity. “The walls of reality will come crashing down.” My dream, firstly seen as real, is not real.

The actor Dennis Quaid, sharing the last name of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s fictitious character of Douglas Quaid, was in a movie called “Dreamscape” (1984).

The giant beetles and their humming drills introduce attentive awareness of increasing neural energies and the activation of my sense of hearing during the waking process.

Riding in a car is linear vestibular system correlation. Any vehicle is a processing factor of a dream’s imaginary physicality. The driver would reveal the status of the process itself. In this case, it is my brother-in-law, who represents the lack of intelligence of my dream self in subliminal space. The suitcase is a processing factor of conscious self emergence, which has not yet occurred at that point and the association is with having clothes inside, the subliminal awareness I am undressed when I sleep.

A swarm of mosquitoes introduces attentive awareness of increasing neural energies and the potential to perceive legitimate environmental sounds, though the process is projected in this case, a playground being analogous to otherwise enjoying the dream state.

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