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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

At some city with a river and I do my daily travels with a little boat across it. I also use the boat as a tobogan on certain land areas. One day there is a competition for urban tobogan sliding and I rush to participate, but it is only guys and they mock me and bully me. But I join anyway.
Then there is some vice police that is annoying everybody, because typically this event is associated with a flourishing prostitution parallel business. The cops look at me sideways because women here usually are hookers and also I am half-naked because of my sports outfit which is a bit like a swimsuit.

At the university, about to have an History exam, but I am in the Biology department gathering stuff I have been leaving there. It's 5 minutes for the exam, but I want to leave everything neatly packed in boxes to pick them up later. I check the time and call a friend to ask for the room where the exam will be. She says it is 5 pm and the exam finished hours ago. I say it's impossible because 5 mins ago was about to be 2 pm.
I'm freaking out about my time lapse. I spill a cup of coffee that's on a table over another girl that is apparently taking a nap on a chair. She wakes up, I tell her about the exam and she tells me not to worry because all exams were delayed to next week and my friend was probably trolling me.

I notice that the cyst I have on my back is soft and squishy so I squeeze it. It moves down and stops at my hip. It drips really smelly gook when I touch it, so I go look for a bathroom. I can't find one and for some reason I end up on the street and realize I am fully naked now. The cyst now looks like the cocoon from where "the" Alien comes out and starts to open. A jelly gook with jelly eggs starts oozing. I squeeze to get it all out and also start spewing mushrooms, starfishes and octopuses. Then, closer to the end, tree leaves also come out and then it empties. I feel extremely light and I can't care less about being naked on the street.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Student protests in Coimbra. They invade shops. I am at one of those shops with a friend. They want to lock us in with the owner. I protest and they say I have to join them if I wanna stay free.

At vacation, on some hotel by the sea. it has balconies literally over the water. A shark jumps out of the water and lands on a balcony and tries to attack me. But I get out of the way and someone else picks the animal by the tail and throws it back into the water. I go to the souvenir shop, feel like buying something but wonder "why waste money"? Anyway I find nothing that I might want.

Driving through a scenic road by the side of a river. See some car crashed against a wall. Then I see a dog getting in front of my car and I also almost crash. I turn quickly but encounter another dog ahead. This time I lose control of the car, which flies over the river and lands on other side. The dogs, kindly jump on the water and swim to go save me. People I know come looking for me and organize a rescue. I say I am fine and that the dogs saved me and they are the ones who should be rescued not me, hoping someone will adopt them.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

With my grandpa on a bus that is on a road parallel to the Tagus river in Santarém. The river is so dry, he feels disturbed. I notice the lack of sand under the pillars of the bridge that crosses the river and soon enough part of the bridge collapses, when we were just at the beginning of it. When we fall, the bus lands partially on a platform at the river bed, but dangerously dangling. I call people to our side of the bus to make it tilt and it stays balanced. Then we realize somehow we and the bus have been shrunk and we are now tiny people in a big world. We don't know what to do but we find other tiny people like us. At first they don't want to help us, but I manage to at least converse with them. They seem fine with being tiny.

(A secret dream about my guru)

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

A Miami Vice dream. Sonny is in trouble, there is a bomb under his chair, pressure activated. A team comes on helicopters and he is saved. A rich guy offers Sonny a high tech helicopter that looks like Millennium Falcon in black, but he has some trouble learning how to fly it and at first he bumps against everything. Then the helicopter turns into a Transformer and while morphing, Sonny is left hanging outside the helicopter as it goes away.
Then a chase on yachts and helicopters, I am on a yacht. On another yacht is the dead guy from Weekend at Bernie's.
Then I also get on an extremely high tech flying gear. Some secret agency hasn't found good pilots for it and I kick ass on it. It does vertical flying, instant speed changes and is controlled mostly by the mind.

Go down a hill to a riverbed, some kids playing there and freaking out over a tiny frog. I put the frog back in the water before they hurt her. Some dudes on horse are coming fast to where we are and I scream to the kids to get out of the way and take cover in the bushes nearby. The guys have assault weapons and carry someone's bloody arm. We're not sure they saw us or not. We go tell the police. Then we all take a bus home together and these guys hop in and sit by our side. The kids freak out.

A dream with my guru. (secret)

I am outside, I think by the river walk. I am walking along and above the river as quite a few people float down it. I know a few of the people floating. The river has been fairly mellow, but I see that just ahead it becomes turbulent, steep, and rocky. The water is violently sucked through narrow openings in the dark rock, and I get really scared for a moment, thinking its too late for them to get out of the water and so they’ll be swept away. I then see some sort of tube that they are able to crawl down. It’s not as steep as I thought either, so they can make it safely. I am now down by the water. A portion of it is covered by a bridge or some other wood that’s only a foot or to above the surface. I get into the water and the resulting cool shade. There are some school aged kids in here. There’s a slight rapid and they’re jumping/doing tricks down it. I make my way closer to the edge, moving a fishing line or string of some sort out of the way. Suspended on it is a small creature or two, or the remnants thereof. It’s slightly uncomforting. I don’t jump, but I slide down the rapid. I’m now in a flat section that I think is the end of the river. I think it is the end because in a few yards it seems to start to drain into the ground below. Water coming from the other direction meets it and drains too, in a slight whirlpool. There are two guys (in red shirts?) standing by it.



I have been asleep and dreaming when I briefly awaken. I’m just awake enough to be conscious of it, though my eyes are still closed and I’m still lying still. The image I’m remembering of the dream is of an older, bearded man’s face (older, but not too old, long hair and beard coarse and mostly brown, but with some gray). I recall this image and try to make it seem real, and it starts to pull me back into the dream state. My body starts to tingle and feel like it’s floating. I hear some sort of static/whooshing sound. I see a hypnagogic montage of whitish and wispy outlines of faces against black. It feels like I might be out to enter back into the dream, but I never do, the awareness returning to my body.

I am driving with Makayla and have parked in some small, exposed, and slightly elevated lot. The low walls around are tan and look to be adobe or stucco. I am going to go into a store while she waits in the car. This ‘store’ looks antiquated and like it’s from a different country. It’s made of the same material. It has dirt floors and apparently not much else. I am carrying some sort of red, woven material that folds like a windshield sun screen. It seems worn and is slightly torn in the middle. I think I’ll pick up a case of beer while I’m here. I have now ended up out on the street. It’s busier out here and looks like it might be India. I’m looking for somewhere and can’t find it, when I run into Aly. We look at the map on my phone as she tells me directions. It’s right by where I came from, so I’m not sure how I missed it. This area and its few buildings are built into a slight hill. There’s also a fairly large river running besides and under the streets. Brenton is swimming in it. I think Kassidy is here too. I get into the river too. It is wide and seems very deep. It is not exactly clear, but it doesn’t feel or look dirty. It has a fairly strong current and only a few inches between it and the road it flows under. Brenton easily flows with it, but when I get in, the current and small space to pass through almost catch me off guard. I then relax and start floating. The underside of the road looks more like a small cavern. I am now on the other side and start climbing up a dark stone carving of a gargoyle I think. It’s sloped, but I manage to hang on. I then jump off and bounce on the water a few times and never actually go under. Kat comments on it from above.

I'm spending the entire dream trying to find something. I'm picked up in a limo with a bunch of rich characters going to some cool waterpark right by the sea. As we drive up to it, I see that the slides start high above the sea on a pier looking structure, and dump you right into the ocean. Everyone in the limo wants to go, so we all get out and head over to get tickets. Surprisingly, one girl says she's got this and approaches the ticket guy saying that she doesn't have enough money and hands him a fourth of the money needed to cover everyone. I say I can pitch in as well, but the guy accepts it as it is and starts handing out the tickets. The ticket is in the shape of a pamphlet and opening it shows that there are 3 different slides, each one varying in intensity. I start to walk to the slides, but realize I have to walk through a club with a ton of people. As I try to maneuver through the crowd, I get handed items, including a necklace of some kind. The club is narrow and facing diagonally from the orientation that I thought it would. Someone comes up to me and asks where I got the necklace from, and I tell them I don't know. They take it away from me and I go to try and find people I know. Later, I'm watching something about a river flowing down through some mountains with snow banks on either side. People are tubing down the river while a skier dude is skiing down the bank of snow. He eventually jumps off a ledge and into the water. I am suddenly there in a tube going along for the ride. Around a tight bend, I fall out of the tube and try to get back on. I swim as fast as I can, but can't seem to catch up to it. Instead, I get trapped under some rocks in a small air pocket struggling to get out. I'm not panicked, but just want to get away from this area. I take a deep breath and dive underwater. I emerge in a city falling from the sky, but I can use my left hand to shoot a grapple onto buildings to swing from, like Spiderman. I get myself under control and swing between a few more buildings before setting myself down softly on the ground.

Former classmate says she is going for a stroll with another person. I ask if I can go with them, because all I have been doing last few days is just watching TV and being mad at myself for not going outside.

So we go and I'm standing on a bank of a river in my hometown. It's really muddy, carrying lots of downed trees and branches and going super fast. I comment on it and watch it for a while. My friend decides to go for a swim and with a few backstrokes, she gets close to the middle where the current is very fast. I yell that to her, but too late, she is getting swept.

Next thing I see, is two bodies bobbing up next to her, biting her and dragging her down. She comes up few more times with more bodies around her. Finally she gets to the shore, I grab her hand and pull her out.

We start running and a zombie is chasing us. We get to the house and I'm about to slam the door in zombies face, when I realize she is closer than I thought and she bites me in my left shoulder.

We get to the main room. Everybody is calm, and more zombies are coming in, but they are all acting human. We have an option to clean the wounds by burning them or something else. I chose burning, so I grab matches, light them and I touch them to the wounds on this main zombie. He is showing me all the tiny scratches. Someone is burning my wounds.

DREAM 2
Some candy has gone missing at my workplace which doesn't look like my real world work. Trying to find out who did it, then it turns out it was one of the guys.

The dream scene was possibly in another country. There was a massive dark green warehouse structure on one side of a narrow river and one on the other side. For some reason it seemed also like we were in a past time period like the 1800s. I think people were wearing dated clothing. There was at one point a woman I kept gazing my eyes at. I was attracted to her. She was wearing an older dress from another era, it was a number of different greens. There were a lot of other women with her. On the river was this small raft that would go back and forth between the two sides carrying people. I remember waiting for the raft to come, I had gotten distracted by something, and by the time I looked back it was full and had departed to the other side. There was some other stuff going on in this place but I can't remember.

I'm in a video game of some sort. There is a massive room with these two giant ogre dudes walking around. They seem to be enemies but aren't really aware of me. There's another big dude there as well. The video game was like runescape. I'm walking down this wooden staircase thing into the ground. A group of people are telling me I need to pick some sort of class. Kolby encourages me to be a "Barbarian" class. I agree but then realize it's only me and this other guy who are barbarians and everyone else has split into a group of hunters, warlocks, and warriors/rogues. Each of those groups has at least 6 people and were getting along pretty well. The other barbarian is trying to teach me the ways which included fist fighting and playing this game of ping pong but with throwing knives. He was throwing knives at me and I'm looking around freaking out considering if one of the knives actually went into me.

The dream goes up the stairs and into this island area with woods, old structures, and a coastline with abandoned buildings there. This place seemed strangely ancient and a tint of light blue. I'm remembering quests in certain areas. It seemed like it would take forever to level up in this old game. I ran into one person who I recognized, she was wearing different garb now but when we talked I brought up the last time I saw her. I said something like "last time I saw you, weren't you playing some sort of fairy creature who was worshiped by other players" and she agreed. My flash back took me to this clearing with collapsed buildings and structures. She was sitting on a rock dressed as a fairy with these other players just huddled around her. She was telling them things. My dream ended with me zooming out on the map and looking around. I was wondering how big the game really was. My view showed me this massive green island surrounded by water, scattered with trees and sandpits. I imagined groups of people gathering to slay monsters once they were high enough level. This game was really interesting because it felt like old WoW where the game is very mysterious and you can't just look everything up, you've got to play the game and learn from others about how everything works.

I'm at what I think is my river house. My friends are all with me and it seems like the weekend is ending or just beginning. It's dark outside, darker than normal nighttime in dreams. I know Kylie and Moo are there, as well as Bahar. Sam is there too. We are there at my river house, there are several houses there too, we're scattered. I'm trying to get us to leave. I'm not sure how to explain it, but there are times when a dream just feels evil, like something evil is there and it's a nightmare. Usually, I would enjoy being in this fun place with my friends, but the dream was dark. Outside is a maze made of tall green bushes. I run down a corridor and stop abruptly. Blocking the path is the evil in the dream. To me, it looked sort of like a small pink or white doll standing in my path. The dream comes to a climax and ending when I realize this is the evil in the dream. I have another realization. I wake up in my bed around 4am. This one thought keeps pinging in my mind. I believe that I had been possessed a long time ago at some point in my life by something. What scared me the most is that possession doesn't have to necessarily be dramatic with crazy actions. I was wondering if it was possible if possession can be subtle, at some point something takes over and you just never really realize it.

In my real life I had a similar situation. I was at my river house, but this time I was alone. I had gone there after traveling a great deal in order to relax and get away. The first thing I had noticed was the creepy noises my house made. Lying in bed on my first night, it sounded like a chainsaw was way in the distance but gradually getting closer. It also sounded as though someone was standing outside of the closed door trying to push it open without turning the knob. When I was hearing those noises, the look the pizza guy had given me earlier that night started to creep back into my mind.

The next day, I decided to buy some beer from the local gas station and chill out for the day. After catching one of the world cup soccer games, I decided to walk down to the river. We had a very small beach so I sat there in a beach chair reading a book. It started to get late so I packed up and headed back to the house, realizing I had my bag from a music festival I had just recently attended. In the bag was a brownie which I ate. For a while I was sitting in the living room waiting for something to happen.

The next morning, I woke up utterly confused in bed. The lights were on, I was fully clothed, and the door was locked. After thinking about the dream I had just woke up from, an eerie feeling fell over me. Something seemed very wrong. Another terrible feeling came upon me, and that was the realization that I was going to be stuck at least 30 minutes in this place cleaning up. I immediately got up and started packing my stuff. A friend of mine had texted me asking if everything was okay since I had called a few times that previous night. That feeling like something was wrong kept hitting me, so I rushed about the house cleaning up as fast as I could. I realized there was some stuff I needed to clean up outside so I bolted out into the front yard. As I was tidying up, it felt like something from inside the house was watching me.

Going back inside, I felt like I was really being watched. I kept my head down, going room to room cleaning up what was dirty or moved. Finally, everything was the way it was supposed to be. Pulling away, I started to think about what had occurred that previous night. A few things really stuck out to me.

First, the remote to the TV was next to my bed side when I had woken up. The TV is in living room where I had been. Second, I remember something being there with me. My family always thought it was possible that the river house was haunted, but I truly thought something was with me. Another thing I remember is that those evil things were trying to take the house over and ultimately they had succeeded. It's possible the reason I went into my room was because I had ran and hid from what I thought was there. Ultimately, there was thought or sight or experience that night that truly freaked me out but I can't precisely put my finger on it.

Night of March 27, 2018. Tuesday.



As I enter the usual water induction stage, seeing the glimmer of the surface of the virtual water, the essence of sleep, the absence of emotion, the physical release of muscle tension, I notice the setting seems to be near sunset, though there is enough light to see by. It is a beautiful scene of a river. I am not yet “in” my dream, as I have not decided whether to enter here or wait for the next scene to render.

Still, I mentally say “boat” and nothing more, and my voice sounds much younger in my head.

I suddenly find myself standing near the bow of a skiff, moving slowly along. I notice a number of cypress knees ahead (which represent dynamics of my muscles that are not fully relaxed), though they do not pose any sort of threat or challenge. (Who wants to be “challenged” in the dream state anyway? - RAS modulation would come soon enough.) It is a beautiful and peaceful scene. In fact, I decide to let my lucidity go at this time and allow myself to enter deeper into sleep.

Throughout my life, I have read a number of articles about lucid dreaming, none of which have made any sense to me, but then, most of what is written about dreams makes little or no sense at all, and I have focused on the nature of my dreams all my life (and it not only has never been problematic, but I married my literal dream girl, my dreams having given me hundreds of specific clues about her identity, which proved to be correct, and some dreams have healed me in ways which no one would believe).

Many such articles imply how a person “practices” or attempts to lucid dream. This makes no sense to me, as since earliest memory, it was a natural state of which I did not have to practice or try to do (though I sometimes “set up” dreams, but I have mostly gotten to where I do not even need to do that due to the nature of in-dream auto-scripting). The summoning factor also exists in liminal dream control (dream control without lucidity). This is when the conscious self is aware of the dream state without the dream self being viably lucid (a specific type of synaptic gating), though still commanding the dream’s content at some points, even the RAS mediation of the waking transition to a certain extent (though biological factors and subliminal environmental concerns such as an unknown noise always take priority).

Apparently, some people ask themselves on and off all day if they are dreaming, which supposedly helps them to recognize when they are dreaming, though in my view would likely corrupt the function of RAS mediation and modulation (reticular activating system), arguably one of the most important parts of the brain, so why tamper with its very purpose? This is something I have never done or needed to (though reading nonsense in so-called dream dictionaries or dream interpretation books causes me to wonder what is going on with people in the world, and I joked about this on Twitter recently). The practice does not even make any sense as this is neither how auto-scripting nor autosymbolism works (or even subliminal conscious identity for that matter) in the dream state itself.

Conducting “reality tests”, including continuously asking myself if I am dreaming, as the personified subconscious is not the conscious self, makes zero sense. Additionally, dreams are not usually symbolic of waking life as many people claim; they are autosymbolic renderings of concurrent unconsciousness thought processes, for example, if one has to go to the bathroom now, or check the source of a noise now, it is happening now, not eight hours earlier but now, yet for some reason many people cannot seem to grasp this simple idea at all. They take a biological waking alert factor (RAS modulation) like a snake and try to pretend it has waking life relevance (which would only be true in rare cases, such as literal prescience or a literal residual carryover). This is not what such REM thought processes were created for. They are not “recordings” or even viable (active) memories (which also is why regressive hypnosis was exposed as a total misconception years ago).

Fully understanding autosymbolism and the nature of the dream state is enough to sustain apex lucidity on thought alone. The one and only factor of the dream state is RAS mediation, not “subconscious this” or “subconscious that”.

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Morning of October 7, 2008. Tuesday.



I am standing near a river in late morning. A mist begins to grow and rise from the river. Later, it seems more like early evening.

Eventually, the mist is elsewhere with an undetermined orange light within it, implied to be like a miniature sun. Zsuzsanna is present at one point and some of the light within the mist shines through and augments her beauty. (I am unsure if the setting is implied to be indoors or outdoors, a common ambiguous factor of the dream state.)

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My dream begins with the common water induction (water being autosymbolism for entering the dream state, occurring as such at least once in every normal sleeping period for over fifty years). The mist symbolizes the essence of the dream state itself, which obscures the orb of light (conscious self identity). This is very similar to many previous dreams of which utilize the same autosymbolism, typical RAS mediation of which is similar to many dreams I have had about something being wrong with the sun, which is biological autosymbolism for my conscious self identity being incomplete while in the dream state.

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(The first two episodes of the fourth season of “Supernatural” aired the night before, included here for personal date-tracking purposes only.)

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A meeting is taking place beside a river between a knight and a woman. His name is Gawain. Her name is Lotus. It seems like the beginning of a relationship between them. But she can see into the future, and she knows that one day, he will kill her. And yet, she doesn't attempt to break things off.

I am seeing things from his perspective and from hers, and also from somewhere outside of it, where I don’t like the way things are going. And so I pull the scene apart, untangling all the little mental streams that are contributing to it and recombining them into three separate bundles. It will be easier to work with this way, I figure. Now I am in the kitchen of my old house in M--- with my mother, preparing a meal. I’m making the salads. But as I tear the lettuce into smaller pieces, I can still see the river there, and a little point of red light shining in the grass beside it. It’s easy to see and easy to avoid, but it still makes me uneasy.

In a different dream, I’m in a grocery store, although the building seems to be serving multiple functions. I’m there shopping with Saimi’s little sister, who seems to be around seven years old. After a while, I figure I’ll let her take care of a few things. She gets to do something all on her own, I get to read for a little bit—it seems like a pretty good arrangement. I tell her to pick out some plums—maybe three, whatever kind looks nice—and I sit down at a table there with my book of Rilke’s poetry, which I apparently have with me. She goes off and comes back a few minutes later with a single plum in a plastic bag. She places it on the table and then leaves again. A few minutes later, she’s back with another plum in a bag. Kids. You know there’s got to be some sort of weird logic behind this.

But now something else seems to be happening: there’s going to be a horse race here, inside the building, and Saimi’s little sister is participating, along with three other people. But the horse she’s on is a rather strange one: it seems to be made of some embroidered red material with yellow patterns in it, while still behaving like a living horse. But the race doesn’t begin immediately, and I awaken before it actually takes place.

The earliest dream I remember I was in Charlottesville over by the chipotle/taco bell but instead of those places it was a very empty parking lot with a Burger King. It seemed to be very early in the morning, about 3am or so. I was there trying to order food, I think eventually I did.

Later on in that dream I'm in this building. It was sort of like a base, it seemed to me to be almost like a summer camp in a way. We were inside in this hallway that on one end had doors to lead outside and on the other side had stairs that led downstairs to this open area that had an arcade in it. I was part of a squadron of people, mostly guys from my high school. I was wearing goggles that were video recording everything I was seeing or doing. We were planning some sort of mission and I was walking around to each person and video taping them through the goggles that were higher up than my eyes but I somehow could still shift between the goggles and my own eyes. At some point I passed this girl in our group and all of the guys started to look amazed at her because the idea was she never dressed up or put on makeup or something like that so everyone was astonished to see she had done so. She was wearing full camo and had a buzz cut hair cut, I believe she was sitting down. She might've had blue eyes.

As i'm doing this down the stairs, I turn around and see a big drill sergeant dude barking orders at my friend Sam H. The guy looked sort of like my forensics accounting professor, had a shaved head and was very strong. He was being sort of a dick to Sam and Sam wasn't taking any of it. He started to talk back and the drill sergeant threatened to beat him up. I got a dream feeling like "oh shit now we've done it, we're in trouble" that I rarely if ever get IRL. I run up next to Sam and say "so you're just going to solve all of your problems with violence huh?" That really ticked off the guy. Several other people from our group started standing next to us. We knew we were gonna take some heavy damage but if we all worked together we'd take the guy on. He jumped at us and threw us all into the arcade place. We were busting machines left and right. A couple of guys got him on the ground and I managed to get in a couple of quick hits before he threw everyone off. The dream ended.

My last dream I was out in the country. There was a river that flowed underneath a bridge and then an old house that was sort of like a castle. The river went under the bridge and flowed right next to a back entrance into the house. I'm in the house on the top floor trying to find a key. I was going to go to some sort of river ride or something and I needed a key to make sure I didn't lock myself out of the house. I'm looking around and can't find it. Eventually, I'm outside walking next to the river on the left. There are barns and houses in the distance. I see people are taking care of cattle and some are playing in the water. I'm walking next to the river when I see a couple discussing something. Apparently it was like some sort of commercial about stds and the girl is telling the guy she has some sort of disease. I was in the water searching for the key when I decide to go back to the house. Walking up the stairs, I take the place of a girl who thought she had gotten a disease from someone else, specifically the random guy that I roomed with when I studied in China. Then I realized I was a guy and that story made no sense to me.

I was checking behind doors looking for the key. Each door lead to an empty room or closet. I opened one and behind it was a dirty closet, and I could barely make out this little rat person thing. It was hard to explain but pretty much it was the size of a cat or dog but looked like a bald person. It was weeping in the corner behind a piece of wood that was leaning up against the wall.

Suddenly, a giant rat jumped from out of the back of the closet and I went flying backwards, landing on my bed. Now, I was in my bed that I was sleeping in IRL, but I could hear this terrifying growling noise. I'm lying down and looking up I can barely see this giant rat at the end of my bed. He was facing sideways but was watching me. The growling was loud, and every time I tried to get up or stretch to get a better look, the rat would growl even louder and act like he was going to pounce at any moment. Eventually I get the courage to get up and the rat attacks me, but I'm able to throw it off. I look back in that closet but am very nervous that another rat is gonna be there. At the end of the dream I look down on a desk in the middle of the attic and see a key sitting there.

Morning of December 5, 2017. Tuesday.



I become aware of being in a scenario where a small nuclear missile is being carried on a vehicle that is apparently going west (based on my subliminal impression of how I am oriented while sleeping in our bed). I am somehow in charge of the situation and of the missile. It is only about five feet long. There are a few other (unknown) people with me.

We approach a wide river that runs north to south. At this point, I start to become wary about being near a nuclear missile. My awareness and contemplation of the scenario is not realistic. I decide to throw the missile into a river, where there are additional unknown people near, and I know it may eventually go off, but I consider that I will have time to outrun it.

Despite the size of the missile, I somehow fling it with one hand to the opposite side of the river. There is no explosion, but I expect one to come eventually. I and the others start running the opposite direction (east). I am aware of the minutes counting down.

Although we are running across an outdoor landscape, there are identical low-set tables that we reach every twenty seconds or so. I suddenly have an infinite supply of decks of playing cards, whereby I then toss several cards to each side of me where there are always about three or four random unfamiliar males present to grab the cards. This has something to do with survival, as I am aware that some of the cards can be traded for food. This event repeats a number of times. Just prior to waking, I turn to see the mushroom cloud emerging from the horizon and realize that I am now safe and that about three minutes and twenty-seven seconds had passed from the time it landed in the river.

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This dream is a typical attempt at subliminal reinduction. The missile can otherwise be viewed as a flight symbol (RAS and inner ear dynamics relating to the waking prompt), though I throw it into the river as water symbolizes sleep (and potential dream state deepening and sustaining in this case; symbolism I have experienced on a day to day basis and understood for over fifty years).

The playing card scenario is a bit odd, though it, along with the missile, likely relates to continuously hearing about the North Korea threat, almost as if it was like some sort of deranged poker game between two so-called leaders while the rest of the world looks on in passive bewilderment.

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