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Morning of March 4, 2017. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,338-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



I am possibly in the Daintree Rainforest. There is a river nearby. It seems to be late at night or a few hours before dawn.

I am a young girl, and I have no discernible association with my waking life identity or any recall of it. I have full body awareness with a realistic perception of my small size.

After I walk into a clearing, an unknown man approaches me. He tells me to climb a particular vine and lifts me so I can hang on to it. The vividness of my movement is realistic. I feel the physical effort I use to climb higher, even tiring for a short time now and then. I am unsure why I need to climb the vine, but I obey the man, who soon runs off.

I climb higher and higher. In the distance, after I am near the top of the vine where it hangs from a tall tree, I see the heads of two dinosaurs, probably tyrannosaurs. They do not see me, but I am wary. (My distance from the ground may not be beyond their reach.) I crouch behind a couple of thicker branches. The dinosaurs do not approach the area I am in by the time I wake.

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Climbing represents trying to return to consciousness. This dream’s process is vestibular modulation (as exit point modulation) with a female simulacrum (me) though the male simulacrum initiates the process by placing me on the vine. The potential of being swallowed breaks the illusion.

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This may have been yesterday: Something to do with riding a tiny yellow BMX bike through a city. I was actually doing really good riding across the tops of dumpsters and what not. I was riding with two other blurry DCs. One male and one female. They were both impressed with my tricks.
I eventually went through this brick tunnel and found myself in this small park area. There are old ladies sitting everywhere with bread and nuts and the likes, and throwing them on the ground to feed the pigeons.
I looked around and there was bird poo everywhere. I wondered what could possibly make so much bird poo. Then I saw that there were these giant pigeons present at the park, about two feet tall when landed. The big pigeons were more cautious to be fed and the old lades were having some kind of contest to see who could feed the most big pigeons.

I am on a small island. I am supposed to be exploring for resources so that I can survive or something. Also, there are these rocky crevaces in the island. I continually go into them to see if they are caves that might contain some kind of crystal that I can supposedly trade for other supplies in the game. It seems like there are caves connected here, but they are all blocked with piles of gravel and loose stone, and I need a shovel or something to get through them.
At one point or other I managed to find a small vein of the crystals on the surface, and crack one off with my hand.
...
Um...Minecraft much?
...
The dream glitches. I become partially lucid. I am in my own backyard. My mom was there and she was telling me about how she wanted to remodel the patio on the backyard and add this little canal that would run around the patio and be framed by these bricks. She said something about tiki torches as well.
I began using semi-lucid dream control to great effect. I rebuilt the patio to her specifications and she was very happy for me. All of the bricks were made out of this rough, dark stone and had aztec/tribal designs on them. I also recall accidentally thinking of these huge stone tiki heads and adding them to our backyard. I also, for some reason added a palm tree, knowing full well that it would die during the winter.
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The dream glitches back to the island. I climb down into one of the rocky crevasses that I have not yet explored, and see that there is in fact a pair of rusted metal doors. I open them and behind them is a single large room with shelves full of supplies.
I turn back and see that behind me is actually what looks like somebody's yard in the crevasse; though overgrown and eroded. It looks like somebody lived here a long time ago and abandoned the place. There were these broken stone tiles everywhere and I could make out tomato cages and a collapsed fence.
"...Somebody really into gardening I guess."
Somehow or other Manei came into the dream and I became fully lucid. Manei says something about wanting to make a dream-base and I of course completely forget my goals and decide to go along with it. I lay down some stabilization.
We somehow came to the conclusion that the fist thing we should do is clear all of the crap out of the storage room and all of the overgrown plants out of the yard. I tell her that that's easy-peasy.
I just turn away from the yard and say something like:
"When I turn around the yard will be clear."
I turn back and see that for the most part the yard has cleared. There are still a few ferns and shrubs along the back edge. I turn away a second time.
"When I turn around the yard will be completely clear."
I turn around. The yard is clear now but for some reason there is now a very tall red rose bush right in the middle. I guess I'm going to have to be a bit more direct.
I began projecting some kind of blue ray from my hand. It went around the rose bush and a tooltip came up that said 'Rose Bush'. I was somehow able to activate a 'delete' option and I removed it from the scene.
I go inside to check on her progress with removing all the junk. She seems to be using the same ray that 'selects' the boxes and a tooltip comes up and says 'Box of Junk'. She then deletes them. All of the boxes are already gone on one side and she's just getting started on the other.
I look in one of the boxes and see that there are all of these... er I don't really know what they were. They looked like miniature microwave ovens. They were small (2in by 2in by 3in) and made of a really tough metal. And had a door, a cord, and a keypad like a microwave. There was also some kind of coil like devices mixed in there as well.
I then delete the box in my hands. I guess that was the last of them.
[Dream Guide Logic]
"Now that we're done, let's make cookies! I know how to make the best cookies with *something I forgot* and chocolate chips! So yummy!"
[/Dream Guide Logic]
I woke up a few moments later.

It was the middle of the night, and I had to go back and take down some goals.

I managed to get some semi-lucid dream where I was cataloging wildlife along the side of a river that ran through the rainforest. I can recall there were these crabs and frogs fighting one another. The frogs have acidic tongues that melt the crabs' shells and the crabs pinch at the frogs. There were also turtles involved somehow.
At one point or other, I saw this giant lobster/crayfish creature in the water. It was bright red and shiny.
I then saw an overhead view of where I was and it was a very rich, green, lush area of the world with these plateau-like mountains made of black volcanic stone. There was also a castle-city made of white stone built in one of the valleys.

09.09.2012

Time and Space Logic with Tarzan (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in spectator mode, and I notice I'm in a environment that looks like some kind of Aztec jungle area. In the background that's far away, I notice I'm at an area that's pretty high off from all the tall trees below it. If I'm looking at this right, I'd say this area is probably floating above this rainforest type of environment.

The main area of where I'm going to pay attention to most of the dream has a circular stone base, and there are one or two columns on the the sides of the circular base, one that's north east from where's I'm looking, and the other one east of me. The skies, there isn't a presence of a sun at all, but the clouds still show signs of daylight, it's completely clear, probably because this area I'm looking at is at a very, very, VERY high altitude.

In front of me, it's very hard to tell, it's as if I'm speaking to a dream character that alternates in different male forms, but I can only recall this being shifting once or twice in visages. And another thing, it's sort of difficult to understand if I'm:

1. The one spectating the soon-to-be conversation.
2. The one in the dream body of the person going to explain to the alternating dream character
3. I'm both the spectator, and I'm able to synch myself back and forth with ease into the dream body I'm using.

I'm kind of shifting on the third option being that possibly, since I did feel emotions at one point where I'm pretty sure I completely shifted into that body.

Anyway, I talk to the dream character, and by this time, he/she/it/whatever it is looks like an Indian man. I think he's wearing glasses, but I'm not too sure on that. The dream body I shift my focus to now is explaining to this person how they can "soften" up their body, so that they are able to essentially phase through objects coming at them, or if they want to go through something.

This immediately reminds me of Tobi in Shippuden.

Then it/me started to explain that he/I can soften a certain area in the environment around me, so that I can use the phasing technique to go underground with ease. The person takes it slow a bit, getting half of his body into the ground already, but still is looking up at the entity he's explaining it to. Then this weird substance is apparent all over his/my body, and it looks like I'm slightly melting into the ground.

The body type had this weird butterscotch type of color, and as I'm seeing him/myself halfway into the ground in third person view, they finally drop quickly under the surface. Now the perspective changes where I quickly see him/myself under the ground, still trying to talk to the person above who is probably Tarzan by now.

I don't know if he/I knows if Tarzan, or whoever it was can still hear him underground, since there was no hole/vacuum for any sound to go through and bounce off of. I hear a muffled voice in third person now, and then go back to seeing the guy/myself below. He's at a really awkward position, he has to bend most of his upper torso , and is poking at the ceiling that's very close to him.

A few little rock and dirt pieces fall down, and there's a sudden shift in sound that basically makes me imply that I shouldn't be poking the dirt ceiling underground in a careless manner. It seems that while I'm explaining, it's like the person I see getting out from underground again isn't talking...so in a way, it's like while he's moving, another part of me is still in narrative mode explaining the Tarzan DC on time and space and phasing.

It seems that the guy/me knows there's a secret path to get out of the underground area in the floating area in the sky. After he gets out, there's this dirt path that goes up all the way back to the circular area with the one to two columns on the right side. The bottom of the floating area is dark brown, and its texture makes me presume that this same area was probably pulled up from the ground by some kind of large force for it to be elevating so high past even the clouds.

As I continue explaining more stuff that I'm not even paying attention to at this point, I shift back to the guy running up the secret trail to go back to the circular area again. While I/he's talking, there's another voice coming in, as if it's whispering, that declared (paraphrasing here):

"And I can just take this path here and trick you.." He meant you as in the Tarzan guy.

Yeah....that's not really a good paraphrase, I forgot the exact words, but obviously it was something only for me to hear.

I finally am aware that I take the dream body of the guy going up the path, and I walk slowly as I'm getting closer to the circular area again. I hide behind this boulder conveniently placed for me to just rest my right hand on, and then peek slightly over to the left to see if the Tarzan DC was still there.

I started to feel the anticipation of him still being there, and the feelings got even stronger as I exposed my face more and more, but I forget what happens next....

ARRRRRRRGH, I really shouldn't be distracting myself early this morning, the recall would've been better if I didn't have something important on my mind...BLEH whatever.

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09.09.2012

Light Yagami is Blackmailing? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I see Light Yagami from "Death Note" getting a silver flip-cell phone out, and he's opening a drawer of a girl he's probably hanging around with. Something tells me it's Misa from the series as well, and he's taking quick snapshots of whatever is inside of the drawer.

He has his red eye and evil smirk pose while he's taking the pictures....

I wonder what could be making him smile so much, maybe he's taking pictures of her underwear?

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09.09.2012

Old Age and Kirstie Alley (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm just going to shorten this dream up, because I don't like at all.....

On my left is a dark-skinned female that seems to be either unconscious or just dead. I get close to her, kneel down, and I compare her to Kirstie Alley, who is showing up as a mental image from me temporarily blanking out in the dream.

To the left of the Kirstie Alley (yes the Jenny Craig lady), are some numbers, which apparently are signs of old age. I remember there being exactly being a "256" there, a few 50's and some figures in the 100s as well. I believe I'm speaking to someone, and I'm saying how she can be compared to that, though I don't know if it's the lady that's unconscious/dead or Kirstie Alley.

BORING.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was definitely a LONG dream. And it consisted of more famous people than I'm used to...which is saying something, because they're pretty much all I ever dream about.

I'm at a ski resort with two characters from How I Met Your Mother, Marshall (Jason Segel) and Lily (Alyson Hannigan). We're all there to go snowboarding. We all push off from the top of the hill and start boarding down, but not in the proper way. At least, I wasn't. I was sitting down on my snowboard and sliding down like I was sledding. But it was fun, and we kept shouting out "WEEEEEEEE!"

I kept getting stuck on piles of snow or something, but eventually all three of us made it to the bottom of the hill. There, we met a business-looking man who was trying to advertise new ski slopes to us. He had a model of the Black Pearl, the pirate ship from Pirates of the Caribbean. Apparently there was a new slope modeled to look like the boat, and of course I got really excited, exclaiming, "Oh my God, that is my favorite movie. We have to try this thing!"

So, somehow, I'm standing in a line waiting to get inside to this ski slope at the top of the hill again. Marshall and Lily are gone, and instead a bunch of people from my school are in line with me. Everyone has these plastic cards that have about 50 cents on each of them, and you cash them in to get your ticket and go inside. I only have five cards in my pocket, and when it's my turn, I give them to the old man who's running the register.

He says, "Sorry, I'm gonna need about 40 more of these." But when I check my pockets, all I can find is plastic wrappers and other random junk. I say, "Can I go back and get more?" and he says, "Alright, but only this once. I'm not gonna let this happen again."

I thank him and run off, not sure of where I'm going, exactly. Finally, I make it inside a nearby building, which turns out to be my school. There are a few students I recognize walking around, but I ignore them. I take out my cellphone and call my mom, to tell her that I don't have enough cards to get into the ski resort and that I don't know what to do. She doesn't answer, and, annoyed, I leave a message.

I remember catching a glimpse of my reflection in some sort of mirror. I was wearing a thin white sweater, black pants, and my hair was in a ponytail. Definitely not proper snowboarding attire, that's for sure.

Anyways, somehow I come to the decision that I'm just gonna leave and go home, ditching the whole snowboarding thing. I start walking in random directions. I cut through classrooms, which are apparently all connected by doorways. Finally, after walking for a long time, I come to this little library thing and see and open window leading outside. I start climbing through it, but some lady (who I guess was a teacher) stops me. She asks me some sort of history question. I think about the answer for a minute, but I don't know it. So I shrug and say, "I don't know. I'm not in this class."

Then she says, "Oh! Well, second hour tomorrow, then!" I feel like it's useless to try and keep explaining to her that I'm not in her class, so I just laugh and keep walking away. The walk is extremely short, and I suddenly find myself hopping over a fence and in my backyard. I look into my neighbor's driveway and see my cat. He's fighting a squirrel. Apparently, this is normal, so I keep walking towards my house. Suddenly, though, the squirrel heads for me, and tries to attack me. One of his claws gets stuck in the back of my sweater (which is now red) and he starts pulling me back.

That was one strong squirrel. He keeps pulling and pulling and he's winning. I shout out for help, when, suddenly, I realize that none of this makes sense at all.

I become lucid. I instantly relax, knowing that I can't get hurt, and the squirrel lets go and runs away.

I wake up. Or, so I think. With my eyes still closed, I know I'm still dreaming. However, I'm afraid that if I open them, I'll actually wake up. I perform a reality check. Okay, I'm dreaming. I need to open my eyes, so I do. I'm in my mom's bed, which sort of makes this a partial false awakening, because that's not where I fell asleep. Thankfully, I haven't woken up in real life.

Now I feel like achieving a personal lucid goal of mine--flying. I stand up and walk to the edge of my mom's bed, crouched down, and got ready to jump off. Suddenly, the song "You Can Fly!" from Peter Pan started playing. I pictured how Wendy just started easily flying around her bedroom with the help of Peter Pan, and while I didn't have pixie dust, I did have faith and trust. So I jumped off the bed, and to my surprise, I was flying!

I started floating around and flapping my arms like a bird before I flew into my living room. I saw my mom sitting on the couch, texting. "Look," I said, "I can fly!"

She looks up at me and smiles a little, before going back to her phone. What? Why isn't she more excited? I'm flying, after all.

"No, look! I'm actually flying!" I say, and start flying in circles right below the ceiling. She says something along the lines of "That's great," and goes back to her phone again. Whatever.

The dream switches, and I'm not lucid anymore. Aww. I'm standing in what I guess is supposed to be my dad's basement, even though it looks nothing like it. A bunch of people are down there, including Justin Timberlake. I don't know. So, anyways, the basement is designed to look like a rainforest, complete with plants, rain, and animals. Lots and lots of animals, mostly birds. I decide that our basement is so cool, that I just have to take some pictures.

I walk over to one little section of plants that has a bunch of birds. The birds are all very pretty and colorful, and they seem to be posing for the camera. There's one bird, however, that just gives me the creeps. It can't fly, it just walks around. It's fat and grey and has a reddish pink bill. It starts fluffing up it's feathers in a threatening way when I start taking pictures, so I start to walk away. Unfortunately, it follows me.

Scratch that, chases me.

Everyone starts laughing at me (including Justin Timberlake, the bastard) as I try to outrun this freaky bird. I pick up a big white blanket which is just sitting around and hold it up in front of me so that the bird can't hurt me, but it starts pecking at my feet, which the blanket isn't protecting. Now I'm freaking out, but my dad is standing there, teasing me about the whole situation. I throw the blanket aside and run up the stairs, finally escaping the bird.

I remember another dream, even if it was only a fragment. There is something about a school bus carrying kids back from a sleep-away camp. My friend A is in my dining room, on some boxy, ancient looking computer. She's on the camp's website because she just got back from the camp, and she's telling me everything that happened. There are profiles for each camp counselor, and A clicks on the one for hers. Turns out, her counselor was no other than Karen Gillan.

"No way," I say, "she was your camp counselor?!"

A is confused. She doesn't know why it's such a big deal. She doesn't seem to know that Karen Gillan is a famous actress.

I'm in a different dream now. I'm in the ocean, although it's very shallow. The water is blue and crystal clear. I have a bucket full of shark fins, and they're covered in butter and stuffed with vegetables. We're going to feed them to...the sharks.

I'm with Matt Smith and Emma Stone. Matt is teaching both Emma and I how to properly feed the sharks, which have now started swarming around us. The sharks are very strange looking. The have pointy noses that are encrusted with weird, tribal-looking designs. They have yellow eyes. And they're big, about as big as a grown man. They seem friendly enough, though, so they don't freak me out too badly.

We start throwing the fins at them, and they gobble them up. That's when Matt decides to tell us, "Oh, and this is illegal, you know."

"What?" I say, "Illegal?!"

"Well, yes. I mean, these are shark fins. And we're feeding them to sharks. That's cannibalism. And that's illegal," he responds, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh," I say, "Okay." We continue feeding the sharks. Suddenly, though, the sharks all start swimming towards us at an alarming pace. Matt Smith has transformed into Ashton Kutcher, and I know Emma Stone changed to someone else, too, but I don't remember who.

The sharks all turn so that they're swimming vertically, heads above the surface of the water. The ocean has turned into a giant pool, with rather murky water. The sharks press me, Ashton Kutcher, and the mystery person up against the wall of the pool so we couldn't move.

"ASHTON!" I shout. I'm freaking out. I look around, and we're surrounded by the freaky sharks.

"Stop! Don't worry! This is...this is just what the sharks do. It's their ritual. They think we're one of them! It's okay!" he says. But I know it's not okay.

But I don't care. Somehow, I manage to pull myself out of the edge of the pool, and Ashton and the other person follows me. We feel relieved that we escaped from the sharks, but as I turn around, I see one shark has followed us. It's standing on it's fins, walking like a person, and...smiling at us, in a rather creepy manner.

I scream, grab a buttered shark fin out of the bucket, and hold it up in front of my face, hoping it would act as some sort of a peace offering to the shark. I guess I'll never know, though, because I woke up.

This was a very long dream, and a rather hilarious one, at that. Most of it was non-lucid, but the during the small lucid part, I flew, which was a personal goal of mine. Yay!

8/9/11

DILD

Recall: poor

This dream had a lot of jumps, and I will just put in the bits and pieces that I remember.

I was with a group of like 30 people playing some weird game. I remember it being like tag, but we gave it some zombie reference. We were running around some complex until the scene changed to us all hanging out in this circular area. It was like a 50 ft. diameter circle that we couldn't leave. After awhile we just started sitting down and throwing things at the "it" guy. He was kind of chubby and started feeling bad about what was going on. I felt bad so I changed the game to try and lob the ball into his shirt pocket with his help. So we were kind of on a team instead of just hucking balls at this kid.

The dream scene changed again, but kept the same people. It felt like a field trip. We walked into this room with a bunch of small black fuzzy balls on the floor. I was jumping from ball to ball in this wet stone room. Eventually there is some hubbub and it turns out some guy is proposing to his girlfriend. I thought it was a stupid place to do it, but she said yes and I was happy for them.

Another DC and I have to go downstairs for some reason. I am suddenly wearing a helmet and this big coat, even though it isn't cold. We see someone who is in charge of the building we are in. He is looking at the fire alarm and apparently they need to do a fire drill. My buddy and I ask if we can be the ones to pull the alarm and he said sure. We tried once and it didn't work. We started pumping the alarm to see if it would work. I made a Jurassic Park reference by pumping it 3 times effortfully to "charge" it. It still doesn't work so we go to another alarm. Neil Flynn walks up and for some reason I am hiding from him. I am glad I have this helmet to hide in. I avoid contact and we try the second alarm, it fails.

I head back to join the group and when I reach them, I somehow become lucid. I look at the crowd of people and say something along the lines of, "we have to have sex or you will die/the world will end." It worked pretty well. A beautiful girl approaches me and I am suddenly naked. I am looking for a second companion and some dude walks up and asks if he will die too. I said yes, but then I realized he was a dude and told him to leave. A second girl shows up and we have a 3-way for a bit until I lose the dream.

I don't remember having an FA or waking up, I just started standing in this rainforest cafe looking building. This confused me. I knew I just had a dream, but this seemed so vivid. Mohammed was walking with like 4 people down these stairs. I join with them and ask what is going on. He said some other guy is going to propose to his girl. I didn't know the girl by name and suddenly a photo flashed into my vision and disappeared. She was a brunette in a red dress. The camera shot was from above her and she was sitting and looking up at it. She was a cutie. It looked like a facebook photo.

I ask Mohammed if all of this is real and he said either yes or he thinks so. I look at a flower that was next to the stone steps. I lift my hand and try to move it with telekinesis. It works, and seeing that girl got me in the mood again. I found some girl off to the side and we start going at it. The dream is fading to black, but I can still feel her and I am so close. I am just able to finish as I lose the dream. I wasn't worried about having a wet dream because I could tell it wasn't going to be one. It felt like I was orgasming, but there was no muscular part to it. The pleasure was there, but I could tell that my dick muscles (?) weren't contracting.

I have an FA, and it appears to have been a wet dream. I was upset because it didn't feel like it would be. I wear my wet boxers to the bathroom of my parents house. My dad for some reason is sitting in the tub with his clothes on and sunglasses. I try to dip back out before he sees me but he does. I try to cover myself, and I wake up for real.

...And I was right by the way...nice and dry

There is one more dream fragment that I can't seem to place:

We were in the rainforest cafe place with Sam. We had to cross this ravine thing to keep going wherever we were headed. This girl acrobatically jumps on like 4 angled platforms and then lands safely on the other side. Sam was reluctant to go because he thought there would be spiders over there. I said there are spiders here, and I look down. I spot like 5 in like 5 seconds where we were standing. The platform we were on had a comforter on it, and the spiders would walk up and around the folds. I get grossed out by seeing so many and tried to get off the platform quickly. I make it across.

I am also walking around the stone steps for a bit, and it turns out this place is a minor league baseball training facility. I think it is funny they have all of this jungle stuff also, but I thought it was kind of cool too.

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I was reading something on my computer screen when I realized quite abruptly that I was dreaming. I moved my hands via thought alone. A moment later, everything became fuzzy. I reminded myself that it would come back if I focused and relaxed my thoughts. I got hazy visuals of the computer screen fading back in (I was no longer on the same website), then my dorm room. I was sitting at my computer desk again.

“Increase lucidity!” I shouted inside my head. Surprisingly, this didn’t work. My dream control’s usually pretty good… I tried morphing my bedroom into a lush rainforest full of sights and sounds to engage my senses. It worked! I got about halfway through the transformation before I lost the dream.

Morning of June 11, 1995. Sunday.



For some unclear reason (or perhaps just to enjoy myself - though I am not lucid), I am going into a rainforest in an unknown region of Australia. My brother-in-law Bob (who has never been to Australia) is there, but the bridge collapses before he gets across to the start of the densest rainforest. Since I am already on the other side and cannot get back across after that, I just “absentmindedly” continue in the direction I had been going. Later on, I am “adopted” by a more-traditional tribe of Australian Aboriginal people who had apparently not had much contact with other cultures. At one point, some of them are seemingly killed by an (I assume) unexpected invasion of a type of large (not giant) bee.

For some reason we eventually travel to a futuristic city and the buildings are alarmingly high, with many areas of disconcerting semidarkness in walking amidst the buildings at ground level. There are impersonal computerized features everywhere (reminding me a bit of my stay in Japan but more-so the movie “Blade Runner”). Somehow, we have entered the year 2049 (which for some reason is not the first time this year featured in one of my dreams, though not that often and seemingly not as more consistently significant). I carry a strong concern about getting back to my wife and son from that point and develop a growing sadness of my absence from their lives (fictional - I was never “absent” from them at any point in reality). At one point, I look in a telephone book and see my last name, and see what may be the name of a grandson (presumed) though I do not recall the other names, which seem like Native American ceremonial names. Eventually, problematic authorities appear and do not believe who I am when I talk about getting back to “my time” and back to my wife and son.

Somehow, we all elude the authorities who are growing suspicious of our presence and end up going back into the rainforest earlier than when we left by which the bridge had not collapsed yet (though, in contrast to a potential paradox, we do not meet our previous selves at any point). I am grateful that I will be able to cross back and get to my wife and son.