Portal Mirror I'm in the upstairs bathroom in my childhood home looking into the mirror. Things look fairly normal, yet I get a strange feeling, and have an inclination to RC. I nose-plug, realize I'm dreaming, and feel a bit of surprise. I walk out into the hallway. The house is dark, and it appears to be late at night. The hallway is dimmed, and there seems to be a blueish hue coming from my brother's room, suggesting he has a screen on in the back. I begin to head into my brothers room, but strongly decide not to get wrapped up with DCs and possibly distracted. I turn right, enter the guest room, and begin think about my goals. I remember that I wanted to meet my spirit guide as well as trying to teleport through a mirror. I enter the room, and look against the left wall to see a tall mirror leaning against it. I think about how this is perfect for TPing and head toward it. I walk right through, thinking about a forested area I'd want to go to. I enter a void area, and wait for some visuals to kick in. I think about an area resembling Darnassus, picture some architecture and colors in my mind's eye. Nothing kicks in yet, so I start humming some music and keep myself anchored in this void for a bit longer. I verbally recite my goal as well. After a bit longer in this void I lose lucidity and pop up into a non-lucid for a short period.
Morning of July 6, 2016. Wednesday. I am back in the Loomis Street house as it was in the late 1980s. However, I am with my wife Zsuzsanna (who has never been to America) though we may be implied to be younger. Curiously, this is yet another new variation in layout of the Loomis Street house. The house itself and the room layout is the same - yet the furniture between the living room and dining room (mainly the two armchairs) are turned around and facing west into the dining room instead of east into the room where the television would otherwise be. This distortion does not trigger any consideration or contemplation of the overall setting. Zsuzsanna and I are being intimate on the floor in the living room. There is an unknown male of about thirty or more seated in the armchair at the south end of the room division. He soon becomes annoyed by our sensual antics on the floor though also seems to be directing anger against himself, calling himself by an unusual insult (seemingly related to how he is seen by government) though I cannot remember the term. I think it is something associated with being a box or container for the extraneous thoughts of the elite. He seems very frustrated at his role of being an erudite adviser, it seems, that is, possibly being the most intelligent person in the region yet being appreciated the least. I feel that Zsuzsanna and I are imposing upon him (and there are others in the area though I do not directly see them) and I soon pull a sheet up around Zsuzsanna’s bare back and bottom as we then sit in informal cross-legged positions for the most part after we get up from rolling around on the floor. As I face him from a diagonal orientation, Zsuzsanna is closer in the same diagonal line with her back to him) I do not pick up on the fact that it is possibly the other male who should not be present. Still, it seems probable that Zsuzsanna and I should go back to the small bedroom at the front of the house. (What is rather curious, is that none of the actual people, including my sister and her husband and two of my brothers and even my mother who had lived in the house come to mind at all during my dream.) Instead, the dynamics of the scenario change. He drops or puts worksheets onto the floor right next to the bed sheet that covers most of Zsuzsanna’s lower body. I start to consider what grade they are for and I am ready to say something on their merit and grade level as I look at the top A4 sheet closely. The task seems to relate to some form of algebra or calculus. For a short time, I am puzzled over their nature. I had been ready to say they were fourth grade level but almost consider they are related to an adult business form. On the sheet there is mainly only one table with only about three or four visible unsolved equations (in rows in the middle spaces of the table) that are possibly part of a series for a function (with two or more variables implied, possibly x and y coordinates). There is also a small state standards graphic (American) on the upper left (though I cannot discern it clearly). Soon, a mysterious unknown dark-haired female appears fairly close to us. She seems to be Persian so is likely another version of Zsuzsanna but I do not consider this in my dream. She starts chanting and moving rhythmically in a formal cross-legged meditation position. She is shaking rattles (one in each hand). I find this quite unusual and am not sure if I am comfortable with this unknown ritual, which seems to oddly relate to the mathematics worksheets. Now I am starting to wonder. Would a sheet of paper be considered a secondary (indirect) dream sign? After all, there is the obvious play on “sheet” (and of course ghosts in sheets are an obvious play on the dreamer being in the dream state). As dreams are mainly concurrent metaphors for the sleeping, dreaming, and waking transitions (which is obvious to anyone who has bothered to actually study them for any number of years), this seems a strong possibility. In fact, there is likely an obvious association from my youth from having written out so many dreams on sheets of notebook paper, which were often of various pastel colors - the color sometimes matching my actual bed sheets in Cubitis, which pleased me. This may not be one hundred percent, but after having a close look at other dreams with sheets of paper, there does seem to be a metaphorical dream sign connection. This honest breakthrough may mean a lot of augmented additions (no actual changes to content or original impressions or patterns; just additional notes) to my vast collection of dream work over the last fifty years. This of course would only be relevant when the “sheet” analogy is more direct. For example, just the appearance of a scrap of paper or paper in other forms is not necessarily a dream sign as such. In this case, a facet of the last scene would imply a desire to use critical thinking skills in the dream state even though that is not really feasible. For example, a “worksheet” with a need for mathematical skills is not directly compatible with a bed sheet. Even more evidence on this reasoning stems from the sensual mysterious ritual that seems related to the viability of the worksheets. That would make more sense in bed sheets being associated with a sensual act. Also note that the worksheets seem to become more adult upon looking at them more closely - also having relevance to an adult sensual act. Looks like I made yet another breakthrough on the concurrent symbols and metaphors of dreams - yet more important evidence they are primarily native to the dream state rather than having mundane “interpretations” (which I never thought they did anyway, even as a child). Worksheets are also educational just as learning and validating this viable connection and meaningful association was educational. How intriguing.
5/7/16 Dream 1: I was in a sort of futuristic science centre in a huge tower. We came under attack from aliens and everybody ran around screaming trying to hide. I ran around for a while then tried to hide in a room full of beds but an alien found me. Dream 2: I was in China, initially trying to get a job at a library then I tried at McDonalds. Dream 3: All public transport stopped working, so trains an trams were being stolen and driven around the streets by random people. It was very dangerous and I almost got hit by a train going down the middle of a main street. I rescued a school group and took them to a Ceres like garden. Dream 4: I found a house in a park in the city with an amazing view. I hung over the roof to see the view, the skyscrapers of the city on top of a cliff with a river and park before hand, and heard two women in the café below discussing how great the view was. I then fell down onto the balcony and ran away. I then travelled to a prison nearby and tried to bust out a supposedly innocent woman, however when we got her out she turned out to be evil and held one of us hostage.
4/7/16 Dream 1: I was playing an RPG MMO with my younger brother to try and get him engaged in something. He finally starting using a protective ball spell and we started getting stuff down. I spent a while on top of a vantage point looking around the map at night, seeing a huge lake in the middle surrounded by docks and a city at one end and mountains at the other. Fragment: I was part of an infomercial. Fragment: A woman was singing.
3/7/16 Fragment: I was playing some sort of game. Dream 1: I was introducing afl to some people at a game in the stadium. Dream 2: My dad and stepmum split, he takes his stuff, packing boxes of books and stuff for moving. Dream 3: I was in a class in high school, working on a timeline of some kind, when Jamie sat next to me. We worked together and started chatting, then walked off together to hang out.
2/7/16 Fragment: I was at a school play of some kind. Dream 1: I was at my uncle and cousin's house, we were discussing the merits of the word retard. My other cousin was being a stereotypical SJW contrarian :p.
1/7/16 Dream 1: I was playing Dota and the enemy teams' sand king and enigma caught us out with their ults. I was playing juggernaut however and ended up beating them. There was also a Tiny I think. Fragment: I was in a factory of some kind. Dream 2: I saved a unicorn of some kind and then it taught me some magic as thanks. Dream 3: My brother and I were having a simultaneous wedding to Dora and Elsa. It was at some semblance of my cousins house and there was a big party afterwards. My cousin talked about the evils of brushing teeth or something and I gave a big speech.
30/6/16 Dream 1: I was taking a maths test at uni and there was a trick question. I pointed it out to the teacher and after a while he relented and we had a bit of a giggle about he had tried to trick everyone. Dream 2: I was in a car where alestorm was playing over the radio. An Asian guy was explaining something and then sparks shot against my window and almost shocked me. Dream 3: I was fighting against some giant global dictatorship, part of some sort of rebel group. I fly in a plane with about 10 other rebels towards the capital, narrowly avoiding being detected. When we arrived there we had lost a couple of men but we still tried to execute the plan. A few guys sacrificed themselves to distract the officials while I freed some of the Olympian gods. I got them into my plane but discovered I was now being chased. We managed to get flying and just escape, travelling through a portal just before we were attacked. I dropped off the gods in a mount Olympus like place and the flew back to rescue my friends. I managed to infiltrate the prison and pretended to work there to free my friends, but I think one of the guards suspected me of being who I was.
DJ Coding reading code graphics system connecting points in the code automatically wondering how I'd do that, manager says so it'll be ready tomorrow I think there's no way. I see the code clearly, and the way in which the existing system automatically can detect patterns and highlight them. Sitting on floor with me legs out in front of me, JeTo (wife of PT) is near, were on intimate terms. I pull her to me so that she will sit facing me straddling me. She resists a bit initially or is a bit slow in complying but then she does what I want. I/we hear a noise upstairs and I/we think it's her husband, and I'm concerned about being discovered so we stop. I'm with SuHa(grad school) in a room (on a bed)? I'm get behind her lean over her our faces are close together her face is really close to mine, but I know she has a daughter. She says that she has a ... And her daughter comes in and starts asking me questions. SH brings out a small pumpkin/squash from a closet and I make a joke by saying "Oh my Gourd!" but they don't respond to it Grad school, talking about my thesis prof H. I'm counting the years to determine when I was there, I see ex-gf SB's eye up close, she? says how eyes and hair get grey with age. In some barracks/dorm, lying on bench near girl, someone takes the bed? Leave and come back and I present my number to the guard, I'm speaking it but he has trouble understanding so I hold up the id tag for him to read, it's wrapped around my finger. Melting the unwanted/troublesome ice in the closets/freezer on the outside landing. with a stream of chemicals from a pistol hose, I see a piece of the fence has fallen down (the left part), I'm concerned about falling there, I see the fallen fence about 6 feet below on the ground. Sitting at desk at work gf comes by I'm putting on headphones, selecting a cassette tape and putting it into a player to listen to sad music, she is very melancholy I pull my left leg out from under the table then I pull out my right leg and offer her my lap to sit in, I take off the headphones and I'm a bit surprised to hear the sound of the song also coming from the cassette player, I press stop on the layer. She sits on my lap with her legs to the left and I pull her close, I reach my left hand around her right shoulder to her right shoulder blade and hold in there in a comforting manner. I'm a bit concerned about colleagues coming by and seeing us in this position [DREAM SIGN]. We put our heads together and I'm lightly kissing or trying to her face through her hair, and I want to ask if she regrets her decision of a bf (me) but I don't get any words out. I'm m reading through a magazine and come to the middle part which is a big multi paged ad for (cars?) that keeps gong on and on page after page, I'm amazed at the length of this centra ad section, it is telling some story about guys on an airplane? The colors are very dark, dark leather furniture with black walls. I flip to the end of the magazine to find where the ad ends, and see story of a guy who chokes others, it pages become a video and a guy is choking another guy and running his fingers down the lying guys raised abdominal muscles.
29/6/16 Dream 1: I was at a university open day having a tour. Dream 2: I was in a sort of maze challenge where my dad was nearby watching me. Dream 3: I was involved in a running race near my grandpa's house. There was a small oval track in a little park near his house and I arrived early to limber up and get ready, dressed in blue running gear. Dream 4: I was eating noodles with a special kind of soy sauce, then I went outside to join a bunch of random people doing leg exercises. Dream 5: There was a huge wrestling event with people singing songs and f16 jets flying overhead. I was part of a match against an evil guy with tentacles who floated with Miranda Kerr and another woman either side.
I was in a living room with my older and younger sister. We were copying music files from a cd and listening to them on sister's laptop. We were quite curious about this music. Then we went with rest of the family to our fields to do something. It was a cold, overcast day. When we have finished, we went back to house. Later that night I turned on the tv and on all stations there was an interview with porn actress about the industry and if she actually likes that job. She had long, pale brown curly hair and was slim. She was wearing a red dress. I decided to check a movie with her, turned on my laptop and started searching, but when I actually found a movie I was looking for, I heard sister coming and turned it down. I checked the clock - it was 2:30 am. I decided to quickly grab some clothes and take a shower. I went through kitchen and noticed people talking with parents, there was my brother who told us about haunted building in our town. Next day we took car and with brother drove to check that haunted building. It was a ruined, two storey building. It's front wall completely gone. We left the car and talked about rumors of this building being haunted. I leaned to the left and behind a pillar saw a man in suit, a completely black shade. I leaned a few times and saw the shade in an office, then looking through a window. I told them about that change when leaning in and out, then leaned again and saw the ghost leaning out to see me. This scared me and I told them about that. Brother only said "They're not bandits out other criminals. They're ghosts, and they know you can't do anything to them."
I don't recall any of my surroundings. I have a splinter in one of the fingers on my left hand and I'm vaguely aware that I am dreaming, though not fully. I use my thumb and index finger to squeeze the skin on the finger of my left hand, to get the splinter to come out far enough for me to pull it out. Something black starts popping out of it. It's the head of a cat. I let go so I can hold onto the cat and pull it out, but it sinks back in again before I can grab a hold of it. I repeat the squueze, this time holding on longer so that the cat will come out farther. I start to become more aware of this being a dream, but just at that moment I wake up because of a dog barking. Often when I wake up like this from a lucid, the thing that woke me up was not really there in reality. This time, it was real. I could put up a post on the rant forum about how much I hate my neighbour's dog -_-
I had to call an ambulance - there was a reason I had to get to hospital, something to do with a child but I can't remember exactly why - I was told to pretend that I had pericarditis. I phoned for the ambulance service and felt very guilty lying saying I had chest pain and tried to explain that it wasn't really that bad. I was in a hall with other people waiting for ambulances. There was an old woman who was obviously in charge of the area. She asked us how we would go about talking to someone to make them calmer, we didn't take it seriously. An ambulance crew turned up and I asked them if they were going London way, they didn't hear me and walked off too fast for me to catch them. I gave up at that point and walked out. Then I was outside high up trying to climb onto a crane. I remembered watching a film about people who climbed cranes and they weren't afraid but I was petrified and climbed out onto the main frame. Someone told me that it wasn't safe and there was a structual fault witht the crane. Then I was back inside and a woman walked past with her family. She was a crane driver, I was explaining that it was actually a similation of driving a crane, she told me about the compensation she got for different illnesses. I was lying in a field a man walked over with 2 young dogs that were playing boisterously with each other. I called one over and it lay beside me.
There was more before this point, but I only have a vague idea what it entailed. Anyway. When it picks up I'm sitting in a dark gray van, right behind the driver's seat. The doors are all open. I have a friend who adores me, but has just left. Because she loves me her family adopts me. It is strange and touching, to have people I just met call me 'sister' like I've always been around. I have been stood up by a man I care about and I'm wallowing a little. One of her brothers ducks into the front passenger seat. He's wearing a blue-gray t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He's very pale with ice blue eyes and blond hair. He looks familiar and in retrospect he reminds me of the DC with pale green eyes from the Quelling dream. He asks me what's wrong and I don't feel like I can tell him, since I hardly know him but it's clear that I'm sad. He leans over, resting one knee on the seat and lifts my chin with one cool hand. Whereas before, the dream felt slightly third person, for this moment I am fully myself, such that I can feel the texture and weight of his fingers.This is a gesture of brotherly kindness. He smiles at me and says "It's alright, sister. Everything will be okay. You'll see." And just like that, I feel better. This is nothing like the weight that lifted off me in similar dreams but it always amazes me when my subconscious is kind and offers comfort instead of horror. We all pile into the van, and the kind brother offers to take us out and says he knows the perfect place. My friend seems a little doubtful and cautions me about her brother's choices, saying that he is a little off kilter and we may not enjoy the place. Sure enough, we drive past outrageous night clubs obsessed with aesthetic, one place had a ring of billowing, multi-colored clouds around the sign. It was pretty but excessive and seemed like we would enjoy it if we were drunk or drugged. We get out at an old house that has become a tourist attraction. I become lucid with my friend as we walk through the front door. We exclaim about how we knew what the tile would look like before we even entered because the outside was so familiar. It was white with a blue design, but where the tile met the walls, the design was edged in black. It's hard to describe. We are allowed to wander around, so I go outside into a little courtyard. In the dirt are pretty stones, I call them geodes, but the outsides of them are polished gemstones, while the insides are the typical sharp crystal. They are beautiful, emerald green and ruby red, the insides are pale blue. I take pictures with my phone knowing my friend will want to see them.
I remembered this dream when I woke up at 3 am for my shift, but didn't write it down. Later, I couldn't remember what it was about, until now at 7 pm someone on TV mentioned Istanbul. I just moved into an apartment complex near the bridge in Istanbul. I think it was that huge bridge over Bosporus connecting European part of Istanbul with Asian part. I was thinking about this bridge and the cityl just last few days. How much I liked Istanbul and how much fun it would have been to walk across that bridge on foot, like I did with Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. I started walking from my apartment on a sidewalk, with buildings on my left, and some concrete channel, or freeway on my right. There were some huge channels coming out of the buildings. Like end of a gutter, or place where water runs through. Water was very low, it barely made the ground wet, but moss was growing there and I was worried if I slip or get my shoes wet. And thinking what is the purpose of those channels, intercepting the sidewalk. They were so out of place. I came to the beginning of the bridge and I realized I have walked too far. Somehow I missed the turnoff I was supposed to make. I see a map on the wall but I can't really make sense of it. I'm thinking that's ok, I'll just walk up the stairs to a tourist center and buy a map of the place. Then I realized I don't have any money on me, maybe just enough for a bus ride home. So I was gonna borrow some money from my aunt Julie who strangely worked there. I have one more dream, but sadly nothing on TV today jogged my memory, haha. I just had a emergen-C drink with 3 mgs of melatonin. I already took it once before bed time and I remember sleeping well but no recall.
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