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Two dreams: I remember a porn star "Lexi Belle" caressing my fingers and then sucking on them. It felt quite good. Can't remember much of the area (a school maybe).

The second dream was last night. It was a "wasteland". I was traveling with a group of people but can't really understand the reason for traveling. We come across a building and lo and behold there is a hurricane/twister in front of us. For some strange reason, I'm not afraid. One DC claimed that we're passing through the eye and just then there was a huge gust of wind visible twirling like a dust storm.

Morning of March 27, 2014. Thursday.



Despite the date being March 27, my dream self perceives the date as October 31; Halloween. My dream is set in Rockdale, which is a town in New South Wales where I have never been. (Rockdale is about an hour’s drive north from where my wife was born in Port Kembla.)

My family and I are in a large room that seems to be in a school or educational venue but with associations of an informal party. We are on the leftmost side of the room. There are Halloween decorations present, including paper chains of orange and black. There are also drawings and paintings of traditional Australian Aboriginal art and about one-fourth of the others are of Australian Aboriginal heritage.

The teacher seems to have similar attributes as my wife Zsuzsanna. Most of the students are from about three years to about sixteen. I seem to be young, perhaps around eighteen, even though I am vaguely aware of my conscious self identity, though not enough to trigger lucidity.

On my left, I see a handmade A2 poster, presumably made by some of the students. It seems to be about my heritage, including a family tree. However, in looking more closely, I see it claims that I am from the town of Tecumseh in Ontario, Canada. Other towns are mentioned - mostly variations of “Tecumseh” and my last name (which happens to be an actual town in Missouri). Thus, instead of being a reliable family tree, it is a “travel tree” relating to where people are from or have been (though its details are incorrect).

I am offered to select from a sheet pan (baking tray) of cinnamon rolls. They are made to look like snails. I pick up one of them and eat it. It has a very nice flavor, somewhat like baklava, with a bit of strawberry.

Later, an unfamiliar girl goes outside at the request of the teacher. It seems related to a traditional event. Soon, I and others follow. A tornadic waterspout approaches from the distance, following the road, heading towards our building. It seems threatening, yet there is a remarkable beauty in its shininess and overall appearance. The young girl seems to have goddess-like powers and purpose. She hovers about three feet above the ground, with arms horizontally outwards to each side. She performs a pirouette in mid-air, implying some sort of counter-force as the waterspout moves closer. Its winds throw her into a scaffold, head first (causing brief unconsciousness), though the tornadic forces do become a bit weaker and less of a threat. (This seems to be a variation of a dream from early childhood where I was about to stop a tornado by turning a merry-go-round to counteract it, knowing I would win against it. This part of my dream also seems to have an association with the “Deep Space Nine” episode “The Storyteller” regarding a traditional defeat of a monster cloud by a chosen person. The storm cloud was called “Dal'Rok”, similar to “Rockdale” with the syllables reversed, which is probably not a coincidence as dreams often distort words in this way.)

The girl recovers quickly and gets up to do more pirouettes, each one just slightly touching the outer forces of the tornadic waterspout and making it smaller each time. There is a change in its color each time. I decide to help her. I go and get the sheet pan and throw the “snails” (cinnamon rolls) into the twister. Each time, there is also a beautiful spread of different colors. Eventually, in lessening it each time with both our acts, it dissipates.

I look back and see that other people, coming out of the building, are very happy and appreciative that we have defeated the storm. A few of them even applaud as I wake.

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Although this dream is obviously RAS-based waking symbolism as is usually the case, there are presumably also spiritual associations (Yin and Yang balance) with the affirmation “I am made of the healthiest energies in the universe” utilized with special audio for several hours and before this dream. This also comes from the line “snips and snails” after “what are little boys made of?” and “sugar and spice” after “what are little girls made of?”, thus my preconscious creates snails made of sugar and spice to symbolize balance and unity as related to health, additionally symbolized by the Yin and Yang implication of opposite tornadic forces, first appearing in my dreams as such in early childhood. Although a sustained affirmation directly influenced this dream, I do not consider it scripted (which involves most dream detail deliberately structured beforehand, not just a foundational affirmation).

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Of course, on a mundane level (core symbolism of the dream state itself), a tornado is simply the augmented association with RAS when linked with inner ear dynamics (similar to what triggers dizziness or passing out in real life, the opposite of waking symbolism). This is validated by the snails, which visually also symbolize RAS inner ear dynamics (cochlea, though it is the vestibular apparatus directly linked to balance, though cochlea implants are known to cause dizziness in people who get them).

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Additional personal notes: As it was a waterspout (though on land), this dream fits into the “water lowering waking symbolism”, a factor of at least one dream per sleeping period for over fifty years. However, such waking symbolism is typically not a dream self dynamic, more often occurring on its own or with a passive focus.

Both the teacher and the young girl in the final segment seemed to be different versions of Zsuzsanna, who was also present, though younger than the teacher version.

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