I found myself in a huge convention center, it seemed. And to my surprise, the place sort of circled around a large domain where the space needle was being constructed, though it was black. I met this woman, and everyone presumed she had an attitude about her that made her cold, unapproachable, and seemingly ill-tempered. I chose to ignore these elements and sat down with her at a picnic table, still inside this convention center. This woman's disposition was an absolute amalgamation of several personas of multiple strippers. La I'm so stupidly foggy as to other dream aspects, but I was at one point conversing with my mother about something lifelike. Additionally, my friend Matt was at my house, and he felt the need to watch television on our big screen downstairs. He gathered together a jumbled mess of extension cords, and sought the assistance of my father to garner a means to watch his program. When i met him at the foot of the stairs, I asked why he needed to do this, and he responded with "I didn't want you to give me that look of eyes five inches apart!" WHO CARES WHAT PSYCHIATRISTS WRITE ON WALLS!
I am in the car with my family. We are talking about death and the afterlife. At some point, I mention not being afraid of death. This leads into someone handing me a bomb, the rest of my family disappearing, and the bomb going off. The pain is momentarily unbearable, a searing white-hot burn coursing through every bit of my body. Even worse is the immense, crushing pressure. Once the burn ebbs away, the pressure increases, and a loud silence pulses. It feels like I'm breaking apart. Suddenly I am somewhere else, and someone is asking for my information at a desk. I ignore her and look arond. It looks like an old house converted into a wellness center. There are a lot of confused poeple of all ages shuffling around. Someone yells out, "Come this way if you want answers," so I decide to follow the voice and check it out. I go where the man directs. The room I walk into next looks like an old classroom with wooden desks; there are already many people seated, waiting expectantly. As I sit, I realize something isn't right and try to push my fingers through my palm. It doesn't work the first time, but my fingers push through the second time. I quickly pull them out and stare in wonder. The mistake I make here is instead of realizing I'm dreaming, I believe I am dead. The instructor is going on about something irrelevant until I interrupt him and say, "I'm dead, right?" He stares at me and slowly says "yes" in a quiet voice. Instead of being upset, I become curious and start asking questions regarding afterlife and the astral planes. People look at me, confused, and whispering amongst each other. I'm eventually ushered out of the room (I did do a demonstration of how I pushed my fingers through my palm, maybe that's what did me in) and the instructor tells me to keep quiet. I ignore him and move on to explore. I find the basement of the house, and thus find something strange. There are hundereds of "cores", strange bowl-like crystalline structures that change colors constantly. They appear in sets of five, the middle corse containing a black orb. I know these are the people's life cores, and my own. Sometime later on, a creature smashes through the wall. It's huge and looks reptilian, and causes immense chaos. It smashes many of the cores, including some of mine, and I hunch over in pain. I run back up the stairs, yelling and warning people about the creature. Seems like the excitement wakes me up.
I should have posted sooner. Ghost house. Mainly remember being outside a house kind of in the country. I was in the backyard where all these walkways and bridges were. I went up to the back door and found that it was locked. A woman came to the window and said to go around front. She was outside suddenly while we walked to the front and said that the front area is where you hear all the ghost voices. Exploring I was hanging with A and we were trying to get into an abandoned area. We were in a townhouse complex at night. He motioned me to follow him across a parking lot. So I followed him. As I was running across the parking lot I noticed A wasn't there. But I saw him a few seconds later by an open door. I ran to the door and noticed that in the door was a change room. It was quite populated. I notice A looked really young in the dream. Nightmare I woke up on a couch in a locked room. I have false memories of being trapped there and tortured. In the room is my captor, a balding fat man in a wife beater. He says it's time to eat and pretends he's making food for me. I stand up on the couch and see a small window. I can't open any of them, one turns with a handle but there's a space open to small for me to crawl through. I sit back down for a second when the man comes to the couch. I realize one of his arms is like a deformed half arm and half wing. It's wing shaped but messed up and has 3 human like fingers sticking out of the side. I go to the window again when he turns away and hear a voice in my head say, " get out the window now.". I turn back to look at the man and for a second i wanna clobber him while his back is turned but i am too afraid. I go back and shut the window quick before he notices wind. The man then pulls out a rubber suit and tells me to get in... More exploring Brief dream of walking into some woods with people one guys says his spirit guide is with him and asks if I see him, he then points in the direction of where his guide is supposed to be. I look back and see nothing but wind blowing. We walk farther and I say be careful because there's wolves in these woods. My brother is also there and he says, "Yeah they have huge teeth like this," He opens his mouth and suddenly has huge wolf like fangs. Driving In this dream my dad is driving me into the country to visit Jamie. Or it could be her dad driving. I can't remember,
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Creepy Dreamed I was with a ghost hunting crew from youtube. At first we were exploring a haunted bar/pizza place. One of the guys was bored and asked i I wanted to play a game of pool with him. Later we were outside and got in his car. We both looked in the mirror and there was a guy sitting in the backseat talking to us. His voice was mumbled. We both looked to the backseat at the same time and no one was there. We then looked at eachother and screamed and ran out of the car.
09.30.2017A Hairy Situation (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm in a strange school where some of us are werewolves, though this fact is hidden from the non-werewolf students. One of my male classmates has gone through the Change for the first time, which is never fun. We have him locked in the Isolation Chamber for the time being. He should become rational enough to have a conversation with on the 2nd night of the Full Moon. For now, I go to check on him. He is a large biped type werewolf with dark fur. Completely feral, he smashes himself violently against the walls and doors in an attempt to escape. I'm thankful that the Chamber is reinforced so that he cannot get out and hurt someone. I'm also glad that I'm past being unable to control myself in wolf form... I end up visiting another school where things are run a bit differently. I don't believe the werewolves are as commonplace here. There is one girl who I can tell is a werewolf, and I know that she suspects me of being one as well. I take great amusement in watching her "secretly" investigate me (she is quite obvious about it). She does not want me there. She doesn't like me at all, but I find myself quite smitten with her. 09.30.2017Mirroring Innocence (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm in a classroom with my coworkers when we are harassed by a little ghost boy who is an envoy of a much greater, invisible, malignant spirit. He chases us all through the school, and the spirit follows with its mighty wrath. I remember at one point I'm holding the door closed with my body, and the spirit slams it open with a blast of energy, knocking me clear across the room.
Morning of August 20, 2017. Sunday. I am in the middle room on the east side of the King Street mansion (where I have not been in real life in over twenty years). It is not known if I am living there though, as there is an unknown male in the bed, which is out from the east wall. It seems to be late at night. I am aware of a supposed haunting, but there is no concern or fear of any kind. In fact, I make sarcastic remarks to the unseen ghost and screech several times. After time passes, the unseen ghost screeches louder than me. The unknown male and I are somewhat amused. Still, I am trying to get the ghost to show itself. The room has a fictional feature. There is a closet to the left of the door, but this feature would not be possible in real life as there is a hall directly behind that wall. At one point, the landlady looks in to see what is going on. There are two small wooden shelves near the top of the closet. The ghost seems to be on the top shelf. I see signs of it a few times, but just a little. Two unknown girls come into the room. One reminds me of Linda Cardellini as Velma from 2002’s “Scooby-Doo” and the other, Annie Potts as Janine Melnitz from 1984’s “Ghostbusters”. Both are to my left, Linda being closer. I tell them to watch as I bring the ghost out from hiding by commanding it to appear. On the left of the upper closet shelf, a small circle of white material appears. Time passes, and the “ghost” emerges. It looks like a series of small balls covered with a handkerchief as it moves down to the bottom shelf and moves to the right somewhat like a caterpillar in a sort of undulating motion. Linda makes a comment about it possibly being a “flaw in the film” as if we were watching a movie instead of a real feature in the room. My dream fades from this point. Zsuzsanna and I watched “Ghosts of Darkness” (2017) last night, where a main scene involved two men watching a door to a closet and attempting to expel a large demon from an old mansion. This enjoyable comedic dream is all that resulted. There have been a number of other dreams where dream characters talked about dreams or features or events in a dream as if they were movies. I find this very interesting, as it may be a thread of my conscious self expressing this major sentiment about dreams through another dream character, especially as it is usually said near the end of a dream. A movie theater or stage has also been a subliminal dream-state indicator in a number of my dreams.
Key: Side Notes (Side Notes) Title Dream Lucid Soul Stealer Maggie fell ill at Alexandria mysteriously, me and some other people went on a trip. I remember there was something about dark clouds, red sky and lightning. When we got back someone asked "How's Maggie?" A tall guy looked at Glenn and told him "You did it your self?" out of curiousity. Glenn was looking down at the ground. A black woman who looks like Mammy Two Shoes from Tom and Jerry comes out and stabs herself. People looked on in confusion, why would she do that? She became a ghost and went down to where Maggie was and stole Maggie's soul, Maggie did try to go back to her body but it was difficult. Her body was declared dead. Me-Mow-Rue where are you? I was at School at some kind of party, I don't remember much about the party. Later, my Website Design Teacher (He shows up alot in my dreams, weird) told us we have to move to a computer lab. We're at a computer lab and apparently we were taking the 'MCAs', the MCA had weird questions like: what is your favorite FFXV games? We had to watch a video that would help us answer these questions. Timeskip: I was talking to Adnan, I asked him "Did you go to the party?" Adnan replied "In the afternoon." I said "I went in the morning and oh dude, did you take the MCAs today yet?" He started to complain about the MCAs Timeskip: Somehow my cat was at the school, I looked everywhere and couldn't find him. I went to Paulson's room because I know Adnan has a class there (in the dream Paulson's class was where my American History B class was) but there was only three people, Adnan's not there. Class is about to start but I can skip it, it's the final hour and I have to find my cat. I goto the Help Center and I get a brown haired lady to help me, I tell her to call all the security and say "If you see an Orange and White Maine Coon Cat, make sure to put him in a secure area where he can't go outside." She said "Oh with the T thing." I noticed a map of the school and push one of the buttons, I am teleported to G_____ Club. Meanwhile, the brown haired lady added me to the G_____ Club since I was there. Back to me, there were these girls and this one girl told me that the buses are here and we're going somewhere. I told them "I can't do this right now, sorry, maybe next time." I goto the main office and am worried about Rupert, I look at the ground and there he is laying down. Timeskip: I am in a car, Me-Mow-Rue is in the back seat. The windows are down and I try to make sure the windows are at a certain height so he can't jump out of the car. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have to worry about my cat getting outside so much it's starting to get into my dreams, more school dreams, more walking dead dreams, I will figure something out eventually. July 28th, 2017
Date of Dream: MON 17 JUL - 2017 Dream No. 155 - The Dead Always Live I was in this random building with my mum and dad and could hear these dance lessons going on in the next room. As the people are exiting the dance studio, I say hello to some of them. There are then six people standing at the front door of the foyer, we had to shake at least one person's hand before leaving. We decided to stay and chat to people but as we were doing so, I found that mum and dad were slowly getting upset for no reason. I looked around the place and shockingly discovered that we were in the Geelong Funeral Home and so my mum's uncle's body was still haunting the the aura, creating some negative energy from the world of the dead. I eventually saw a small, pixie like ghost figure with a red aura near the front door and I knew that's what upset my parents. This thing was coming for me but I actually shot my hand out and face-palmed it immediately. I then decided that I had to get out of the place as soon as possibe. I forgot what else happened in the dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - Confident Dreamer (defeat 1 nightmare without any assistance) >> I seemed to face-palm that red aura away in exactly the same way that Dreamy WB face-palmed the girl back in Dream No. 142.
Morning of July 15, 2017. Saturday. My dream starts out on the porch of the Barolin Street house (our previous home of where we have not lived since 2008). This is atypical, as the porch setting, though representing liminal space, is linked to the induction stage rather than the waking transition. As such, it begins to rain (water induction, my most common type, as water symbolizes the real-time dynamics of sleep). I enjoy its essence but I then realize that there are several small stacks of comic books in the north side yard, probably only four or five comic books in each of about nine stacks. Many seem to be Harvey comic books, such as “Casper the Friendly Ghost”. They are arranged in mostly an equidistant pattern (of about six inches apart to each direction) on a very low-set table or thin plywood platform. Zsuzsanna is with me. I realize that I have to run and get them so that they are not ruined. When I go out into the rain, I feel very good, even though I have to act quickly. Curiously, the books show no signs of getting wet as I gather them. After I take them onto our porch, my dream changes, and there are far less threads of my conscious self identity present. I now seem to be about eighteen years old or younger. My mother is still alive (and I have absolutely no recall of her having died in 2002). Strangely, even though my brother Earl did not die until November 29, 2007, I perceive him (via a false memory and false backstory) as having died when I was a teenager. (Therefore, my mother being alive in my dream and Earl being deceased is a typical error that dreams make all the time.) The setting is very sparse in detail and so undefined, there is no discernment of whether it is indoors or outdoors or the typical ambiguous combination that my dream self somehow always perceptually resolves. This “impossible” thinking pattern is not viable when I am fully conscious, and remains a distortion native to the dream state only (though I really cannot understand how this could work despite critical thinking skills not existing in most non-lucid dream types). My mother is present at times, including the very last scene. I mostly look at various Matchbox Cars. These are ones my brother Earl supposedly owned while living in Cubitis. (Although I still continuously have dreams based on variations of Cubitis, where I have not lived since the summer of 1978, dreaming of Earl’s house in Cubitis, which was only a few houses south of us, is quite rare.) Earl is present in some sort of ghost form, but otherwise appears to be normal, as he was in perhaps the late 1960s. He only looks on at my activities at times. Yet another error in this dream is that I see Earl as being married to his third wife Cindy in this time period (and she is “still” living in his Cubitis house) rather than his first wife Beverly (and in fact, I have no awareness of him being married to anyone else). His ghost form seems to be a natural result of dying; that is, people die, and then they exist as visible “ghosts”, set apart from the physical world, but otherwise just as they were when alive. I open a long rectangular cardboard box that is a racing set based on Matchbox Cars. There is a blue racing car that I look at for a short time. I do not think Earl will be angry as I look at his collection. In the last scene, my mother is nearby. I play around with two blue Matchbox Car pickup trucks that are identical except for the position of the wings of the oversized white chicken sitting in each pickup truck bed. I get the impression it might be meant to be an advertising gimmick (possibly for KFC). One chicken’s wings are out and horizontal while the other’s wings are down and against its body. The chickens also rotate to spin around the pickup truck bed, and I start spinning them prior to waking. Although this non-lucid dream is extraordinarily easy to decode the native meaning of as most of my non-lucid dreams are, I will presently only focus on the last amusing segment. Chickens are birds that cannot fly very well, so are a typical example of “failed flight” (a form of “return flight”) waking symbolism. This is not negative and has nothing to do with conscious self “issues” as “dream interpreters” (not a real concept) seem to like to pretend via the Barnum effect. Waking symbolism as such is an indicator of the anticipatory (though subliminal) nature of hypnopompia, which is a biological process. As a result, bird and airplane symbolism (and flying in general) has been extremely common in my dreams since earliest memory, for over fifty years, continuously occurring in over one in five dreams in the tens of thousands I have studied. In this one, there is even an obvious dream sign play, the pickup truck BED, an indicator of being in the dream state, even more so with the oversized chickens on them. Pairs of birds (of various species) have occurred in a number of my dreams. They represent, in most cases, Zsuzsanna and I sleeping together. They are different in their wing status (and in different pickup trucks) in this case due to Zsuzsanna and I being in different levels of sleep (in real time). My mother as my emergent consciousness is likely a vague association with Zsuzsanna prior to waking (as she is a mother to our children). Beds (sometimes in unusual locations) as real-time dream state indicators are also common in Zsuzsanna’s dreams.
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Key: Side Notes (Side Notes) Title Dream Lucid HackerI was in the car with my Father, I was in the seat behind him. There was this spooky school bus that we heard about. We passed by it, I took a picture of it and my Dad drove off. I accidentally took a picture of the building: "_ Police Department" I try to turn off my tablet but a black screen pops up and says "Hello_" Another screen popped up and said: "I am a shotgun master" with a lot of other words I forgot. I exited the screen quickly as I was scared. The screen popped back up with words I couldn't read, there was selected responses I can pick for questions he asked. I responded with "Don't Know" The 'hacker' asks more questions which I responded to. Another School Dream I am at school in a classroom, people are mad at me because I made this schedule that they do not like. This girl with her hijab was the most mad at me. Teacher comes in and I think 'The class can always work together to make their own schedule...' -Time Skip- We just came back from another room, I look at my desk and see my water bottle isn't there! I head back towards the door and see, Stephen with my water bottle in hand. I thank him and I noticed there was another Stephen sitting down already and the one who handed me the water bottle was still standing. I didn't think it was a big deal. -Time Skip- In some big room that looks kinda like a boiler room, there was a girl in a wheelchair that had to use the bathroom. (I know the girl in real life but I know two girl's in a wheelchair and don't know which one it was.) She gets put into a bathroom by getting picked up by a teacher. I talk to two other kids one dude and a girl with black hair (?). We all have to pee so we use the urinals. Another Zombie Dream It was the zombie apocalypse, I was walking and there was two paths I could choose. I picked the left one. I was by a highway. I believe I met some girl who asked me questions and there was a few-not many zombies in the dream. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More school dreams and zombie dreams...great. I am going to set my alarm clock at 8 AM because I always wake up at 10 AM. Also having Acid Reflux right now, so I am trying to write this fast as possible. July 8th, 2017
21 March 2017 There were six artifacts he wanted me to retrieve. Who was "he"? Your guess is as good as mine, reader. Unfortunately, the identity of my client was lost in memory as was the exact nature of our agreement. All I remember is that he wanted six artifacts; all of which were held in six different locations. I was working with some other people but I do not remember whom. I vaguely remember being at one location. It was some sort of colony built around a really high tower. I remember the tower was miles wide and miles high and the colony was on the tower. All of the homes, stores, and other facilities were built into the sides of it. The last thing I remember about this place is leaving in a hurry. I was jumping off of a balcony onto another one just below me. I was about halfway down the tower. There were some others with me but they had been left behind. We had retrieved three of the artifacts and were now on our way to retrieve the fourth. This one was at a haunted mansion. I ended up going alone for reasons I cannot remember. I remember being taken by fear the moment I stepped in. The mansion's antechamber was lit with orange lighting and had red carpeting. I saw two thin, blue ghostly figures. I attempted to sneak past them to get into the hallway on the left but they spotted me and came after me. I don't know how but I managed to escape. Some time later I found myself in the ballroom where there were several other ghosts. Again some came after me but others tried to help me in my task. At some point, I learned that the ghosts were all bound to that mansion through some curse. They wanted to move on and be free from that place but they could not. Through some cruel twist of fate, they were forced to wander in limbo for all eternity. I will admit that I was not so much concerned about the spirits as I was about completing my tasks and getting out of there alive. But I knew that my task was somehow tied with their desire to be free. Freeing this spirits would help me do what I needed to do. I vaguely remember moving from room to room. I was in the dining room, the ballroom, the kitchen, and the party room. In each place, I happened across ghosts. Some were friendly, some were neutral, many were hostile for reasons I never learned, though I'll admit that I never bothered to ask. After moving through the mansion I finally found myself nearing the completion of my task. I was in a hallway and the artifact I needed was just behind the door ahead of me. There were three ghosts in there with me. The were female, had long brunette hair and dressed in white gowns. I attempted to sneak past them but to no avail. They noticed me and immediately started flying towards me. I ran to the door desperate to get away, hoping that in retrieving this artifact I could release these wretched spirits from their limbo and be done with them. As I ran towards the door I began to float just as the ghosts did and I made to the door. I was in the kitchen. I remember it was well lit, well maintained and very spacious. Definitely, a place that was once frequented by professional chefs. The artifact I needed was not there so I ran to the door on the right and found myself in the dining room where a long table that seats several was located. It was all set up though I do not remember if there was food out. I trembled for I knew that the ghosts were still behind me and they would be in any minute! And then... We jump ahead a few moments. I have the artifact in my posession, I am now in a well-lit dining hall with food and festivities, and I am surrounded by jovial spirits grateful to me. I don't remember the exact moment that I did it but I did it. I retrieved the fourth artifact and freed the spirits from Limbo. I would later be invited to join the ghosts in the mansion's chapel for a formal celebratory comedy show. Indeed it was very enjoyable though I was unable to report back to my client nor was I able to retrieve the last two artifacts. I awoke after the show.
Feb. 8th 2017 Key Luicd NonLucid I quickly woke up feeling vibrations through out my body, my first thought was to try to astral project. My legs projected out first, and next thing I know I am hovering in my room. I looked at my body and I was on my stomach but that didn't make sense, because I was on my back. I went to go flew through my window but I had trouble moving into the right direction, I would move left and my body would go right. Eventually I got a hang of it and went through my window, and was flying in my back yard, I head down my road towards town. Now I'm in a new scenery, with my girlfriend going outside in my backyard, it is snowing. My girlfriend had my dog on a red leash, she opened the door and my dog ran outside and off. I started to scream, falling to my hands and knees. I went to my girlfriend and told her we needed to meditate, I told her we needed to go back in time 2 hours before my dog ran off. I started meditating and focused on what was happening 2 hours earlier. I'm inside my house, in the living room sitting on the couch, my mom is in her chair. I got up and started walking out of the room, where I saw my dog laying by the back door. She was laying on her back in an angle. I asked my mom when she let her inside, and she said about 2 hours ago. I feel like I'm inside of a video game, where a evil ghost puts a spell on my dog and I have to walk up to her and slash her, to remove the spell. It was frustrating because I didn't want to play this game, and the ghost was putting spells on my dog when I wasn't near by. This went on for 3 rounds. I'm back in an astral like body, and I formed a new body. I'm at my college, with very vivid vision, and stability doesn't seem to be a problem. The other dream characters seemed to be aware that I shouldn't be lucid, and they started to walk towards me. I tried changing the characters into different people but they didn't work. I went in an utility closet, 2 other characters got in, and I tried changing one, however the person I thought of came behind me and had a different hair color, and skin color. My body started vibrating, and I felt my astral body lift up. As it vibrated it slowly back into my real body.
Dream Fragment 1: I was in a creepy house. I could sense a ghost, and it scared the crap out of me. I woke up and was still freaked for a second before I realized that it was just a dream. o_o Full Non-Lucid Dream 2: Warning, this is a bit nsfw, but it's what happened and I was not in control. :p I was getting some groceries and talking with the cashier at Walmart, and we both agreed that everyone should just get free membership cards. Does Walmart even offer membership cards? xD There were a few people behind me -- an African American lady, an invisible lady (I could sense her presence, or something), and I think a few other women. One of them -- can't remember who precisely -- started doing something physical to me that would be rather inappropriate to mention on a public forum and which would most certainly not happen in a public setting, and my dream self rather enjoyed it. Wasn't enough to make me lucid though. The weird thing is, I doubt that I would have been attracted to any of those people in real life. They were pretty generic, standard Wally World people. THE PEOPLE OF WALMART! Dreams can make you horny, I suppose. o____O Oh, and in that dream, I actually had a false awakening. Inside of my dream, I woke up, and thought "Hey, I remembered a dream!" and immediately began writing it down in my dream journal. I also have a vague memory of there being a Nutri Grain wrapper beside me, when in actuality I hardly ever eat inside of my room (too messy). And then I woke up for real, and was confused because I thought that I had already written it down in my journal, yet there was nothing on the page. Dream Fragment 3 (NOT COUNTING): My last note reads "Idk I think a 3rd one but got lost on the Z" I don't know what this means. xD But it was definitely one of those moments where you know you almost remembered the dream, but it just narrowly escapes you. D: Hence, I'm not counting this for the sake of honesty. I haven't had an LD in a while. Hopefully tonight will change that. But then again, this is first and foremost a process that requires time and hard work to achieve. So we will see how this all plays out. I'm really going to make the effort to make sleep more of a priority in my life, but we'll see if I can pull it off...
It was night, pitch black all around. With younger sister we were up a hill behind our house where we were building a shop. We already had one storey done, which we usd to sell stuf. We turned lights off and went back to our house in compete darkness. My sister fainted and I carried her back to house. When we were reaching the entrance, I felt a horrifying presence approaching. Suddenly I got punched in my face. It pained quite bad, despite that it wasn't a strong punch. I knew that it was a ghost that attacked me. I ran with my sister back to my house. I left her in living room and entered my room. Then I saw an enormous orgy.
Morning of November 18, 2016. Friday. I non-lucidly become aware of being in the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house in La Crosse. (This means that my synaptic gating has held my memory of having fallen asleep, but not held my memory of my current location, thus my dream self accepts this erroneous location as current. In my dream, I have no focus on any relatives who lived here. I had not lived here since February 1994.) No east window is present, an error my dream self does not regard as incorrect. (This is due to synaptic liminal space gating being closed at this point and also why Zsuzsanna appears in my dream with me but as a younger incorrect rendering. Thus far, there are two literal threads, memory of having fallen asleep and partial recall of Zsuzsanna.) Over time, I slowly become aware of the evidence of an unthreatening haunting, which firstly only relates to marks appearing on the east wall, though it eventually seems like writing. This supposed ghost seems more like the real Zsuzsanna, though I am not directly aware of this fact in my dream. (This means that factors of my emergent consciousness are becoming active by way of RAS mediation. Threads of recall of who Zsuzsanna really is are becoming more dominant as I grow closer to waking. Well-known lifelong autosymbolism is rendered; “a wall as a liminal space divider”; that is, the precursory synaptic gating between dream self identity and conscious self identity. “Ghost writing” is utilized by way of RAS to augment language and reading skills, which typically do not viably exist in the non-lucid dream state.) Eventually, I go outside via the Loomis Street house’s back door, though I am then in the backyard of the Stadcor Street house in Brisbane. My dream self does not consider this impossible location change as erroneous or worthy of attention. (Synaptic gating has brought about a focus on a more recent location I had lived, but not my current address or viable conscious self identity.) There is a shed in the backyard which is similar to the Loomis Street house’s shed although it is also associated with the shed at our present address but mirrored. (A shed is typically autosymbolism for a specific type of memory recall and storage.) It seems to be early morning at this time. The haunting continues, in two-dimensional dynamics, on the outer wall of the shed that faces the back of the house (west, relative to the Stadcor Street house). The ghost seems to remain contained within the wall, but she communicates with writing and eventually speech. (This means that my emergent consciousness is becoming more active than before to where more viable threads of my physical status of being in bed with Zsuzsanna are extant.) A few random unknown people are eventually present near the shed. I notice that the ghost now has the power to direct lightning into the television antenna. I say “look at that” and point. Long thin bolts of lightning intriguingly jump about on the antenna. This causes me to feel somewhat wary. I think that the ghost may now become three-dimensional and perhaps even emerge from the television by going through the antenna and into the house. (This is autosymbolism for the waking transition in my dream’s final stage. It indicates subliminal awareness of Zsuzsanna’s neural energy as metaphorically coalescing with mine - I use “metaphorically” for people who cannot accept the existence of telepathy. The antenna is autosymbolism for serotonin receptors as well as synaptic efficacy. This is very similar autosymbolism as in dreams such as “Not my Fault”, a childhood dream from May 1971.) This type of haunting dream stems from the biological factor of being unconscious, though perception of vestibular system ambiguity is minimal here (as there is no association with flying, falling, or other implied movement). The reason for this dream, along with its meaning, has been validated in its correlation with thousands of occurrences of identical autosymbolism in RAS mediation in dreams since early childhood.
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