I been having some weird dreams. I don't remember all of them. But last night er this morning. I was having this game, it was like late October at least. My Mom was on the phone and she was saying my "name" and something about "baby-sitting" and then she got off the phone and said to me that she got me some "baby-sitting jobs" and then I said "You know i have no baby-sitting training" and then she mentions one of them was on "New Year's Eve" and at night. Then I said "But then how would I be able to celebrate the New Year if I'm baby-sitting in a stranger's house?" Mom said "We will sort something else." And then the dream went to one of the two nights I was supposedly baby-sitting and I'm not sure exactly how it went, and the house on the inside, kind of looked like a cross between my old baby sitter's house from when she lived next to us (a very, long time ago), and a toy kitchen from schoolmate's family's former house- was yelling at me for "not being a good baby-sitter" or something like I don't know, it was like the audio was off? And was on the phone with someone else And I'm not sure if the dream changed or not but the next thing I know, I'm kind of in 3rd person watching two elementary school girls at first waiting for a bus (home?)- I think now, one of them might have been a child Mom "had me baby sit" and the other was the child's friend. The bus was so late getting there and so they decided to walk home. And somehow they came across this house (I don't remember what it looked like, maybe something like a dollhouse?) and it had a fence around the side and for some reason the girls somehow got over the fence, and in the backyard they found this little round rable in the backyard and it had cup and tea pot which looked like they could have come from 1991 Beauty and the Beast movie. I think they pretend play "tea" and at the same time like they know that despite the fact the tea pot, plates and teacup were not moving, they knew they're alive? And somewhere in their pretend playing they break a pinkish or a purplish? plate and I mean really broke it. And then they flee the scene. Then I'm not sure if it's the next day, or awhile later (I think the former) they couldn't stay away from the "Real-Life Dollhouse" and went back over the fence (with some glue) and fixed the plate (which they thought couldn't be fix) and then the stuff came to life (just without faces), and everything stopped when adults showed up saying "They're concerned about them" and I woke up after that
Morning of October 20, 2016. Thursday. My dream begins with a backstory involving a task which is apparently for a reality show. There is a feeling of comfort and happiness and of being in the right place at the right time. The challenge involves retrieving a two-storey dollhouse from the middle of a shallow pond. The knee-deep water is very cool and refreshing. The dollhouse is in a deeper area, mostly encircled by rocks that are just under the surface. Reaching down to lift it from the bottom, my right hand brushes a rock and I get an intense electrical shock that jolts my whole body and I even feel residual buzzing for a short time. My perception vivifies after this. I realize that only the dollhouse can be touched with the hands or a shock will result, which seems to be the nature of the challenge. I grab it by the roof and an upper window with both hands and get a vague impression that it is actually a miniature boathouse made of flimsy wood. I lift it up and tip it and watch and hear all the water flow out, as if it had been full of water even though much of it had been above the surface. I carry it back to shore with a great sense of enjoyment. There is a later scene in a less vivid dream event where two unknown males are trying to win the hand of a tribal princess. (I am unsure of the culture as even though it seems early Native American, it also seems to be in the future where there have been celestial changes, possibly threatening, though this is not a dominant idea.) There is something about shooting an arrow between two bows that overlap front to front giving the impression of a Venn diagram truncated at each side, the central area symbolically relating to the traits of the princess that both men desire, which has obvious sexual undertones. In the last segment, which is more vivid, an unknown male in a business suit is boarding a passenger jet near the outer boundary of a forest. (My view of him is from behind the left side of the aircraft.) He is carrying a large golden airplane charm which he had apparently won. He seems happy as he is walking up the mobile stairs. About 12% of my dreams (about 12 out of 100) render water as autosymbolism that represents entry into the dream state. About 23% of my dreams (about 23 out of 100) render vestibular system ambiguity as a flight symbol. In this case, vestibular system symbolism (autosymbolism that signifies being unconscious and emerging from the dream state) has three layers; the passenger jet, the golden airplane charm, and the mobile stairs. Gold symbolizes the emergent consciousness as analogous to increasing daylight. Text last optimized Saturday, 3 February 2018.
Morning of July 25, 2017. Tuesday. I am in an unfamiliar room, though of which may be implied to be of our present home on W Street. There is a miniature two-storey mansion near one wall. Its appearance is unfamiliar. Still, I recognize this dollhouse as a known possession by way of a fictional backstory. It is big for a dollhouse, coming up to about the height of my waist when I am standing, though my viewpoint relevant to its size changes, especially in the last scene of my dream. I study it for seemingly a long time. I sense the presence of my family but I mainly focus on the rooms of this intriguing miniature house. I also study the outside of it, noting every detail. The main scene involves looking more closely at the back of the dollhouse as I turn it around, into the rooms on the second floor. There are three windows on the second floor of about the same size. I reach in through a window to turn a light on. The lights in all three rooms come on when I do this. I clearly feel (though cannot see from my position) the miniature light switch as a small bump that I push in the opposite orientation. It seems to be near the top of a flight of stairs. Eventually, I am aware of an unfamiliar black male to my left. Curiously, I do not see this stranger as an imposer in our home. He seems cheerful. I do not learn his name (or recall it if it was given). He talks a lot, but I cannot discern most of what he is saying. It borders on gibberish, but I do eventually understand some phrases. I know some of it relates to Leonard Bernstein and a certain supposedly rare record album of his. Looking through the middle window of the dollhouse, I see a small wooden box on the right, its shorter end adjacent to the window. Upon looking closer, I experience joy upon seeing what appear to be a number of copies of “Science Fiction Adventures” arranged vertically and facing the window. (Science Fiction Adventures was an American digest-size science fiction magazine, published from 1952 to 1954 by Science Fiction Publications.) Curiously, they seem to be of normal size (even though this would not be possible to resolve with a conscious viewpoint). I see the rare record of Leonard Bernstein that the male was talking about. It is in a room on the first floor in the back of the dollhouse, seen through the middle window. Even though it is miniature, it seems it will be of normal size when I give it to him. At this point though, it seems to be (or change into) a thick paperback book. However, he tells me to keep it, as I start to consider that he may be homeless and have no place to keep it or to read or “listen” to it. After trying to get him to accept my gift, he still seems cheerful but declines. While an aquarium (not a feature of this dream but included here for contrast) is a real-time downsized model of the unconscious mind while sleeping, a dollhouse is a real-time downsized model of the conscious mind while sleeping. This is validated by my dream self turning on the three lights (with one switch) in the back of the dollhouse, which symbolizes activating the parietal lobe (somatic sensory association area). This is additionally validated by my augmented sense of touch upon feeling the miniature light switch at this point. Somatic senses are sometimes referred to as somesthetic senses, with the understanding that somesthesis includes the sense of touch, proprioception (sense of position and movement), and (depending on usage) haptic perception. The main difference between a dollhouse and an aquarium is that an aquarium is related more to induction, although typically, less water in an aquarium over time is a transmutation into waking symbolism.The supposedly rare Leonard Bernstein record was on the first floor in back of the dollhouse, which would be analogous to the occipital lobe; visual cortex. (PGO waves are a feature of human REM sleep.)Additionally, the “Science Fiction Adventures” magazines symbolizes imagination as potentially sourced from within the mind model (as critical thinking skills are only extant when awake).This dream’s personified preconscious (the presumably homeless black male) follows the lifelong established rules of this dreaming component. There is no conflict as I have already activated the waking symbolism by turning on the lights (which symbolizes increasing neural activity in real time in the last stage of the waking transition, which also makes my dream more vivid).As the lights in the front of the dollhouse on the left of the first floor are not on in most scenes, this may be analogous of the preconscious seemingly speaking gibberish for the most part. (Language processing has been linked to Broca’s area.)The miniature light switch is near the top of the stairs (from the first floor); “the top of the stairs” being analogous to the emergent consciousness (a precursor to waking up), as in hundreds of other dreams I have decoded since childhood. (Scott suggests that consciousness “emerges” at the top of a hierarchically ordered nervous system. Scott compares the hierarchy of the nervous system to a flight of stairs or the rungs of a ladder. “Altered Egos: How the Brain Creates the Self”, page 126, sourced from “Stairway to the Mind” by Alwyn Scott.)I might assume that the Leonard Bernstein record (though which may be a book in the last scene) is a facet of the transpersonal interconsciousness. The soundwave of a musical recording might be analogous to brainwaves. (By analogy, Leonard Bernstein is a conductor. Different neural activities will produce different brainwave patterns)Here is an unexplainable surprise: The personified preconscious in this dream turned out to be of a precognitive thread (This is often the case, but I do not always include it in an online dream journal entry). This “same” black homeless male was across the street from our house later in the day after my dream. (Neither Zsuzsanna nor I approached him.) This is a very rare occurrence and I had never seen him before.
Morning of October 11, 2014. Saturday. This is a soothing dream at first. I am in an unknown location, seemingly inside the large room of a mansion. Sparkling dust motes “swim” in the air. There is a rather odd setup. A very large and complex dollhouse, I believe of three storeys, is in one corner of the room, almost as if it is a part of the design of the house (and big enough for a person to go into). It has a sort of combined Grecian and Victorian appearance. Sunlight is coming in through large windows. On the roof of the dollhouse, in front, is a large complex clock. There are white monotone angel statues built into the clock. Their subtle wing movements somehow relate to the clock. An unknown darker-haired younger girl appears. She says “elaborate”. In fact, that is all she does say, several times. No attempt at any form of communication results in anything but “elaborate”. She pronounces it as an adjective (not the verbal pronunciation). I think perhaps she is saying it to describe the environment. I am fairly sure she may live here somewhere. No actual communication ensues. It is rather amusing, probably more amusing than frustrating. “What is your name?” No response. Long pause. “Elaborate." (Over time, she says "elaborate” at least six times.) The feathers on the wings of the angels on the clock seem to flutter at times, but that may be an optical illusion caused by subtle motion of the rays of sun. I think the wings themselves move up and down (over time) with the minute hand.
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[Today i succeeded with a WILD, but sadly couldn't keep up the dream for some reason, it fell apart 3 times, then i couldn't go back anymore] [This dream occured later at around 9:30AM with DILD] In the beginning, i got lucid on a street in my city, but i immediately found myself in my room for some reason. Just like often in my dreams, my room was really dark again, so my first thought was that i need to get outside. Before i could get out though, i woke up 2 times in a row, thanks to the darkness. [I could go back both times with DEILD]. When i was sure the dream is more stable and the room was less dark, i decided to fly through the window, just as usual, but then something stopped me in this. I noticed a little girl standing near my bed, staring at me. [There is nothing that freaks me out more than children that act weird/scary]. I couldn't see anything unusual on her, she wasn't deformed or anything, but for some reason i felt like she is evil. I suddenly turned around and flew through the blinds and glass, got outside. I was still floating in the air and looked around a little. I noticed that there is a teenager girl outside, playing with a horse, they were chasing eachother and the girl kept laughing. I decided not to care much about her, but as i flew by she looked at me confusedly. I thought i'll just fly away from there, since i don't want to be close to that freaky child. At first i decided to fly with swimming moves, but then i changed over to a mental controlled flying, just like superman I went up as high in the air as i could, but for some reason the sky looked like it's made of paper or something... I looked around and noticed huge forests on both sides, the trees touched the sky. There was a grassy field in the middle, with a fruit tree plantation in the very middle of the whole place. I enjoyed the scenery, even while it was a little weird. I wanted to shout a "Wooohooo!" out loudly as i was flying around, but my voice turned out to be throaty and deep for some reason... It sounded weird, so i tried again. This time it was better, but still not that good, so i stopped. I got to the end of the grassy field, where some kind of station were built, but it was covered with forest trees on both sides, like there is no other escape from this place. [Now that i think about it, the whole place looked like a dollhouse or something, because it was closed on all sides and even the sky looked like it was made of paper]. For some reason i didn't feel like that station is a good way to go, so i turned around and flew back to the fruit trees. I decided to stop and get back to the ground here. Just as i reached the ground, i looked back to the house where i came from, it wasn't our house, it looked like a toy and it was pink. Just as i was looking at the house, i noticed that little child coming out of the house. She passed by the teenager girl with the horse, who then asked the little child: - Can you come and play? - Not now, i have to finish something first. Okay, that was enough for me to know that "something" is me, as she slowly walked in my direction. I got even more scared now.. i couldn't even think straight.... [Don't blame me, i really can't stand scary childen ]. I was thinking of a way to escape this place, but i forgot that station... I decided to wake up in this hurry... It seems like i succeeded. I was in my bed. I got up and wanted to go out of my room immediately as it was dark in there. I thought about turning on the lights first though. I pushed the switch and nothing happened. Now i knew it already... must be a false awakening. I tried to turn the switch on more, but it didn't work. Then suddenly i heard that child again, she said "Me so so?" That voice was just too much for me... it sounded like a normal little girl voice, but there was something behind it, i could just feel it.. something evil. I woke up myself again intentionally. I was in sleep paralysis, which is nothing new to me. I wanted to get out of it fast, but i forgot the slow breathing, because that child was still in my mind. Of course i unintentionally brought her into my hallucination as well. I couldn't see much other than my small wardrobe's door and my bed. The wardrobe door turned purple-white and started moving slowly, when i noticed a bill of some sort in front of me on the bed, i couldn't read the text on it. I also heard the child singing or something from further away, as her voice was quiet. It took around 1 minute to get out of paralysis finally. [Thanks to that child my plans for today's LD were ruined... i couldn't focus because when i'm terrified i just lose some of my control... ] [I wonder what that "Me so so?" question must've meant... maybe it was in another language, but it sounded exactly like "Me so so?"]
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