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Morning of July 2, 2018. Monday.

Dream #: 18,823-02. Reading time: 2 min 45 sec.



The first part of my dream is the impersonal perception of unfamiliar people traveling together (the cause stemming from passively watching television in waking life). My preconscious and emergent consciousness begin to form a surreal directive as I maintain a minimal level of subliminal (non-lucid) dream control.

There is an abstract process of taking a scene from this “movie” (that I perceive as “real”), where the unknown people are playing cards - to phase the scene like mid-side audio polarity reversal to hear (or see) the isolated elements. It is by separation of MID and SIDE rather than stereo separation of left and right, with the SIDE raised one decibel in the overlaid wave of reversed polarity, as that would be the only element that would remain. Although this is a real process, it makes no sense to use it on three-dimensional imagery that would otherwise be by molecular polarity reversal or additive and subtractive color wavelength manipulation.

I find myself entering a big dark room that seems a part of a college. At a desk, I find an eerie setup. Someone unknown has been killed and is apparently on the floor near me, though I do not see them. The young people of the previous scenes committed the crime. There is a business card on the desk that I can read clearly.

It says, “Use your bed sheet as a sail on your sailboat for your journey through your dreams.” As I read this and study the message (in this case, the printed words do not change as in other dreams where I read), I feel an intense awareness of happiness and knowledge, almost bringing me to tears.

To my left on the desk is a little box with a stack of business cards that may include different messages. The top card and sides of the pile have small blood spots. There is also a knife with bloodstains, presumably the murder weapon. It is all part of a tradition similar to chain letter fraud that involves moving the evidence to a different crime scene as these other people travel and commit offenses while leaving evidence from different ones to confuse the authorities, though there is also the concept of others involved in other regions. I am supposedly a part of this, though I do not know the other people or the victims.

I decide to leave, and I place the knife, single card, and box of cards in impossibly large pants pockets. The pockets now protrude, and I consider that I look conspicuous. I pull a trench coat over the front of my body to cover up the pockets in part. Later, I have to carry the box under my left arm.

When I leave the building, I walk through the large entrance hall. Two other people are present; an unfamiliar man and woman (who are preconscious “watchers” without active sleep processing mediation); though they do not approach me. Liminal dream state awareness is briefly present, enough to remind me of the nature of vestibular system adaptation in using a flight of steps. As a result, rather than triggering enhanced awareness, there are metal bars as a cul-de-sac around the bottom of the staircase that extends a few feet from the building over a concrete platform surrounded by lawn. That puzzles me, but I manage to slide under the bottom horizontal bar on my back, from the concrete to the grass of the outside college grounds. (I had briefly slept on my back during this situation, though I usually sleep on my left side.)

I walk around on the street; slightly wary of the box of cards I have in my impossibly large right pants pocket (as in being possible evidence against me). I am now carrying additional items under my left arm. It is as if I have more than two arms, with another “arm” carrying something in front of me.

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Dream signature: Sleep simulacrum as dead body, thinking skills emerging (reading at desk), dream state indicator as dream reference related to water induction, wall mediation, passive preconscious mediation, vestibular system adaptation (using staircase), wall mediation (sliding under fence).

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