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Friday, January 31, 2020

Bizarre Bazaar

Friday January 30, 2020 6:00 pm
Took regular supplements 2 x Galatamine, 1 x Choline

Fat Capetian Attempting Rape in Narrow Ship Space 

I am in a confined space. There is a very fat guy rolling all over me. Eventually it gets really ugly. I am trapped in a space like on a ship or submarine. The very fat guy may be the captain. Rape is extreme but may be where he is headed.

Bizarre Bazaar

I have a series of dream scenes I go in and out of as I go in and out of sleep. I am with a large number of people who inhabit a complex warren of stores, living spaces and mixed public spaces. They are all strung together haphazardly. It is all very colorful and has endless small handmade items like a Mideastern bazaar. There is a young black woman I am particularly interested in. Our relationship is unclear.

Something happens and the whole physical community is threatened. There is a flood or something that is pulling everything apart and floating in down stream. This goes on for a while, but things to not completely disintegrate. Over time things come back together in a new downstream location and life return to a semblance of normalcy.

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Notes: There is an instance where I say "what's going on?" Very close to "Am I dreaming?"  I had to get up to an alarm to meet people working on the house. Not ideal timing on my part.

What does the dream want? I am pretty clueless.

Bumper sticker: People are strange when you're a stranger
                             Faces look ugly when you're alone
                            Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
                            Streets are uneven when you're down

Dream to action: Play music.

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Naked Samuri

Tuesday September 28th 2020 12:00 pm

Naked Samuri
I am walking up stairs behind someone. He is completely naked with the possible exception of some shoes. We go into his apartment in into a shower. He has a roommate that looks exactly like him and  is naked like him. He is  cocking his right hand behind his back with the palm out. It is a ceremonial posture.

Can't remember my question
I am in a high-end public space. There's a display that I'm looking at. It's a model area of a living space like a bedroom or possibly even on a boat. Is also very fancy car parked right next to the display.

I leave the display and return with a question. I have engaged the man at the booth with a question but I can't remember what the question is. A woman friend of mine is looking at me realizes my predicament and starts to walk away. I tell her as she's walking away that as soon as you disappears I will remember the question. Which in fact I do. The question is about how they move the display it looks so heavy and fragile. It turns out that the car is part of the display. Is very shiny and maybe made of gold. They're using it like a tow truck they move it around move heavy objects. Fancy mover for a fancy display.

Paradise Island Ashes
I'm with someone possibly a woman. Their skin is very dark because it's covered by something. I rub my thumb on her cheek that I can see her skin below. I say yes,
Paradise Island Ashes.

Notes: I couldn't go to sleep I was up till 6 a.m.

Reality check: The forgetfulness is all too common in my waking Life.

What does the dream want? Want me to have discipline at all times. More like mindfulness.

Bumper sticker: Presence is a present.

Dreams to action: get back on meditation. Now.




Monday, January 27, 2020

Gay Rocket

Monday January 27, 2020 10:40 am

Gay Rocket 
I am with a partner and we are  inspecting an old rocket ship. It is hollow and we are climbing from bottom to top. We get to a section that is well defined. It is gay. The original crew were two gay men. This section has been covered with a force field or some kind that keeps the gayness isolated and still functional in the ship (obviously dream logic). We are tying to decide if we can remove the shield without destroying the ship. Will the ship still be gay? Can we put a different one in place?

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Competition Between Lucid Dreamers
I am going down the street with a group of friends/coworkers. We are discussing how a famous lucid dreamer who we compete with has fabulous publicity. She has so many flamboyant advertising objects that they are coming out her nose. We are feeling like an also ran. One of us gets an idea to get something on the cheap and pulls a string of old dilapidated  trailers from the junk yard. They are beat up, made of stainless steel and on rickety wheels. We proceed to pull them down the street. There is an incident. We stop to help someone. One of us may be run over or is at least in the street.

Going to an Office Party
(Details are lost) I am with a group of office workers through several dream segments. I am trying to decide weather or not to go to a party a particular girls is going to have this evening. The pros and cons are very sketchy.

Notes: I have not been meditating for a few days following missing a day. I will start back up in a few minutes. 24 in 24. 

Reality Check: Several pieces of the dreams are from my recent waking experience. The girl, the party, parade float, gayness (can you be partly gay?). None feel compelling or prescient. 

What does the dream want? For me to confront gay vs straight?

Bumper Sticker: We're All a Little Gay

Dreams to Action: Not at all sure.

Saturday, January 25, 2020

Husband, Wife Child & Ghoul (Big)

Saturday January 25, 2020  7:30 am

Husband, Wife Child & Ghoul 
I am observing an event. In a small indistinct room there is a family. A horrifying (to me) figure comes into the room, it just appears. It goes after the wife and the husband does nothing. Then it goes after the child and the wife begins to battle it. I am slightly aware I am dreaming but refuse to wake up. I feel it is important to stay with the dream. I am very frightened. The fight continues outside as they are getting into the car trying to escape. The ghouls wins killing the entire family.

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Sympathy with Boobs
I am driving down the street with Cindy, I am in the passenger seat. I reach out and pic up a nearly full soda bottle with no top. It is in the road so I toss it to the side. We are now with a woman that we know and she is discussing how her car was stolen. She is reconstructing the events with a map in some detail. I ask if her house was broke into...a whole 'nother level of invasion..she says no. When we meet, during the conversation and at the end I hug her for support. She is very well endowed and her boobs come up into my face each time. Makes me happy. Someone comments, oh yea, he likes boobs.

Square Dane Therapy
I am in a group therapy session with Cindy. We are roughly in a a formation like a square dance. There is an odd man who is also an odd may out. He maneuvers to stand next to me, I move next to Cindy.

New Orleans Therapy
Cindy is dealing with some issue. She has an insurance plan that delivers very effective therapy for the problem. She says the therapy only teaks place in New Orleans. I comment that makes sense and the Adirondacks have a similar effect.

Notes: When the scary dream was over and stayed put and went back to sleep. When I fully woke I reviewed all the dreams, named them and tried to return to the scary dream for insight. Talk to the ghoul. I could not. It was too scary. As I woke further I thought it may not be about me, but something from the house. I am now wondering what happened to all the Jews in Loon Lake in WWII. Why did the original Inn burn. Antisemitism?

Reality check: Am I to blame for not protecting Cindy? Her effective therapy was completely separate from me.

What does the dream want? For me to be more engaged with my wife.

Bumper Sticker: Intimacy Withers Without Constant Tending

Dreams to Action: Finish work on the Inn, get the web sites up and running!!!

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Chaos at the Wieners (Revisit International Travel)

Sunday January 19, 2020

Chaos at the Wieners
I am in a large modern house with the Wiener kids.  The place in a monumental mess. There is debris everywhere. Everyone is affable but it is difficult to walk around and find things. At some point later Allison is on her way and I am coordinating to make sure the mess is cleared up. It gets right down to the wire.

There is a segment later where Sam is an adult and doing something very kind and generous for me.

International Travel
I am traveling and am about to leave a place I have been for some time. There is young woman who is helping me with my travel arrangements. They are very complex and she is making multiple inquiries and itineraries. She is being almost too helpful. It feels like I am in an Eastern European country, maybe by her accent.

I am now at my next and last destination, in Asia. I am in a similar and there is a man helping me with plane tickets. He is doing the same thing and showing me multiple options. Somehow the woman from Eastern Europe is communicating and is still looking up options. She even mentions a large sporting event in Japan that may cause us trouble. I call her, and thank her profusely and kindly ask her to stop, so we can sort things out. As I am waking I am curious why they are going so far out of their way to be helpful.

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Notes: Used regular supplements ( Galatamine 8 mg, Choline 500 mg) for second night consecutively. Did not seem to have nearly the dramatic effect as the first night (lucidity). I am playing with the dream journal based on  my course with Robert Moss.

Reality check: The chaos may relate to the mess the NY house is in while I work on it. Having multiple options has always been difficult for me. The overly helpful travel agents is a mystery, perhaps to be solved in the future. I will keep an eye out.

What does the dream want? I am largely clueless about both dreams. It would be good to revisit the International Travel dream.

Bumper Sticker: Messes in your life messes with your head.

Dreams to Action: Keep them both clear and simple. (Both your life and your head)


Saturday, January 18, 2020

Flying into New York City (Lucid)

Saturday January 18, 2020 9:30 am
(Took my regular supplements after four hours sleep, WBTB. I meant to set an alarm, but I left my phone in another room. I woke up 5 minutes before 4:00 am, my intended waking time)

Flying into New York City (Lucid)
I aw with a group of people. It is a dream  support group. We are anticipating a big event. We leave the inside space we have been meeting and venture out to begin the thing we have all been participating.

We walk out into a big field with scattered trees. We are exploring and walking around like it is a new planet we just landed on. There are small lights gently flying around close to the ground. Bigger than fireflies and constantly lit. They may be fairies.

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I look down and see two tiny hands, my hands! (I'm LUCID!!!)

After exploring a bit more I lift off the ground and clumsily navigate the trees over the filed.
After getting more control I see lights of a big city in the distance and decide to take off toward the lights.

It is New York City. There are no land marks, but I know as if every detail is familiar. I am slowly hovering very close to the street navigating through a neighborhood.  The detail is so intense I start to cry at the beauty. I am struck because I know I am dreaming, or whatever this is. (It is not clear how long I am lucid) I think to myself, I need to remember each detail so I can see if I can find this place in waking life.

At the Restaurant
I am headed into a restaurant. There is a parking lot outside and there is a group/gang out front. I decide to go talk with them, against the advice of those with me. (I don't remember the outcome, but it was positive. This would be an interesting place/people to revisit in the future)

I am in the restaurant and trying to get something to eat. I am completely naked. I am not concerned about my nudity, but the fact I have no money because I have no pockets. The restaurant owner has an extended one way conversation with me about how to order or some such details. I smile and seem to be communicating by my attitude.

I am now outside the restaurant, at a table, possibly in a boat. There is a guy who is the center of attention. He is very active and moving all about. At one point he leaves our space and proceeds to run at an amazing speed and with dexterity to miss all the patrons in and out of the restaurant. There is someone, a friend, he works with looking for him inside. The owner has told his friend he is here. The guy is moving so fast his friend con not catch up or even really see where he is.

I return toward where the dream group first met. I had left the group to explore on my own, but they have been meeting and organizing their thoughts about the events of the evening. I am on a driveway outside a house and one of the participants hands me a report he has been working on abut the evening. Several people have similar ones. It is many pages thick and stapled in the corner. I begin to look at it and it contains something like a comic strip, as well as text. I ask what it means, and the person who wrote the report says he found this strip and it is very similar to his experience, so he included it in his report. I see the lights/fairies flying gently around the bushes by the driveway.

Taking Cindy to the Dream Site
I am telling Cindy about how amazing my lucid dream was. We go to explore to see if we can find the place it happened in waking life. We find the field and I am joyous. We walk through it and it is all familiar. We then get to a hinge mount of plowed earth. We look over it and see that there is a big drop of loose dirt. Cindy has on high heels but we make our way down the slope anyway.

Brewing Up Dream Sludge
Someone is cooking up a brew of some sort. It is brown and thick in the pan/pot. . It is for lucid dreaming.

Notes: When I came close to waking I was ecstatic. I reviewed as many of the events as I could. Each time I closed my eyes I was immediately into another dream segment. They all seemed related. I am committed to improving my dreaming, and everything else in my life, by more consistent meditation.

("Samatha or śamatha is one of two qualities of mind which is developed in Buddhist meditation, the other being vipassana. Samatha is the quality of tranquility of the mind, or mind-calmness. Tranquility of the mind is achieved by practicing single-pointed meditation."

Dreaming Yourself Awake
Lucid Dreaming and Tibetan Dream Yoga for Insight and Transformation
By: Brian Hodel (editor), B. Alan Wallace.  Wallace recommends starting samatha for 24 minutes a day (a ghatika) for beginners. I am committed to practice daily while in NY 24 minutes a day.)

One of the ideas is to improve my mindfulness in waking and dreaming states. Reality checks are a common recommendation for increasing the likelihood of lucid dreams. I am on day 12 or 24 consecutive sets of daily meditation. I morphed a reality check, am I dreaming, into a meditation mantra and tried it yesterday for the first time. "I am" "I" on the in breath and "am" on the out. I am going to continue this for a good while.

What does the dream want? For me to keep meditating, use my new mantra "I am" and keep up my dream and waking journals. Even down to the practice of pulling pics and things that are relevant into the journals/blogs.

Reality check: I am increasingly getting the idea that dreamscapes are "real" and "reality" is largely a dream. Not a fantasy, but a series of images and perceptions that are largely manufactured by our minds.

Bumper Sticker: A Calm Mind is a Clear Lens

Dreams to Action: Keep up and increase the quality of my meditation. Do many mindful moments during the day, like reality checks. Try the "I am" montra for a while.

Montra
Montra is the short version of the Pahli word "Mahantra" meaning protection, its origin from the Kurdish word "Pala" meaning to take refuge under. This name dates back to the pre-Zoroastrian times in ancient Iran. This word belongs to the Avestan language from the old Indo-Iranian language group, which was used to write the Gathas in Kurdish Gwet, meaning "spoken" or "the spoken words".



Thursday, January 16, 2020

Magic Lake (Revisit)

Thursday January 16, 2020 9:40 am

Magic Lake (Revisit)

I am on the shore of an amazing  lake. I am with a beautiful young woman. She is petite, blonde with short hair. She is like or may be Jenny Schultz. There is a line strung across the water and two paper targets are hanging down like laundry. We are just finishing up the round and Jenny swims out and lays down on a floating dock directory in my line of fire. She may be nude. I take aim and decide even though it is far out I may hit her. She dares me to come out in a way that is challenging...I'd like to see the David Burton version of...

I am taking in the scene and it mystically dynamically beautiful. I can see a great distance, yet each element is in perfect focus. I may be able to see to a distant shore. One feature that makes the scene so compelling is how narrow the view is. There may be steep wooded shore lines, but they are not in my focus. I look out past the target line and there is the floating dock. Beyond that an eagle is feeding on a large carcass. Beyond that there is some slow activity on the far shore like a deer grazing.

Jenny is now standing next to me. The form that I thought was cation is getting bigger and bigger. I realize it is a very large bird that is coming directly toward me. Jenny says put our your hand and I do. It comes within inches on of hand before slowly leaving. I think, that if I did this repeatedly it would eat from my hand. I wake enchanted amazed. It is a real place I want to return to.

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Notes: This reminds me of the list of "real" places to go that Robert Moss has introduced in the class I am taking live online. I need to study dreaming daily. Review the class material so far. Finish the sessions I misses. Then put together a list of places he has described and transcribe the inductions.
This is a big task.

What does the dream want? For me to appreciate the natural world now. Especially since my sight may fail in the future. Quit with the gun thing? (I am resisting that idea).For me to realize how real dreamscapes can be and be invited back into a personal one.

Reality check: I am at Loon Lake and am amazed at the changing beauty here moment to moment. This place is a step beyond, a big step, that can only be reached while traveling in another realm.

Bumper Sticker: Heaven is in your mind's eye now.

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

The Bully, In Three Parts

Wednesday January 15, 2020 7:20 am

The Incident
I am with my wife. We are in an apartment, but there is also seems like out of doors. Our families are playing together. There is an incident (I either don't remember or it precedes the dream segment). I am being sternly lectured by my wife and by the other mother. She is from Indian, is wearing colorful ethnic colored wrapped silk dress. I am ashamed but resistant to their judgement. I am agitated and defensive. The two wives are focusing very judgmentally against me. We are about to part and then the Indian mother reminds us that they are scheduled to come to our house later in the afternoon. I am shocked/surprised, but she has switched modes and is now stating flatly that we regularly spend a lot of time together as families and that they will naturally come by this afternoon.

The Bully
I am outside on a lawn with a group of people. I am the focus of attention. We are getting settled in a group on the lawn. I am with my wife. The group leader is very focused on me. The actual session has not started but the leader is engaging me in a very targeted one way conversation. I am apparently the subject of the meeting. He is on me like a prosecutor in a murder trial, very carefully articulating the evidence with a very precise motive and methodology. He is in my face, always smiling but relentless. He is trying to convince me and bring me to my own realization  that I am a bully. I snatch up a young boy and start tussling on the ground and playing with him. I am enacting and telling a story at the same time. The boy is briefly scarred. I put him on my knee ans say "See, all that blustering is like an older brother pretending to be mean to a younger brother to get him to do something". I feel a welling of emotional as I play out the scene. I am sad and ashamed. (I wake startled, shamed, but go immediately into another segment)

The Artful Parker (Like the Artful Dodger)
I am in my mother's old giant green car. I am in the passenger's seat. There are two people in the back seat. We are going to a museum. There is lots of traffic and confusion on the street. There is no one in the driver's seat, but the car is slowly turning a corner. I see a parking spot that is open between two cars on my right. I float into the driver's seat and take control. I see there is a car on my left that is intending to take the spot. The front of my car is slightly ahead of hers. I very deftly slid into the space in a single movement. I as stopped, parked and very pleased with myself. It all happened so quickly that the woman to my left is surprised, like it was a magic trick.  I wake, still emotionally shaken. Saddened, shocked and ashamed. Am I a bully?

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Notes: I rolled over between the 2nd and third segment but retained full memory of the dream. I named the segments, reviewed the action several times before fully awakening. I got up, still low on sleep to wright up the dream before I forgot it. I got a phone call from Brian with a construction question. It was about if I got the supplies I said I was going to get. I had insisted on doing the laundry room my way and had spend $200 I can't really afford on the flooring and bi fold vented doors. Just after Brain call at 7:20 am, I time I am rarely up these days, I realized it was very fortuitous I was up. He was calling to see if he needed to get the supplies. Precognitive in some weird way? Yes.  Looked up Artful Dodger: Jack Dawkins, better known as the Artful Dodger, is a character in the Charles Dickens novel Oliver Twist. The Dodger is a pickpocket, so called for his skill and cunning in that occupation. He is the leader of the gang of child criminals, trained by the elderly Fagin.

From The School of Imaginal Healing w/Robert Moss: In discussion, Robert will guide you to think about an ACTION PLAN to apply guidance or embody energy from the experience, or resolve issues that are unresolved. He will also encourage you to come up with a BUMPER STICKER, a one-liner distilling the essence of the experience, as you now understand it, that may give you forward momentum.

What does the dream want? For me to be less of a bully. Especially to Cindy.  For me to quite smoking weed so I dream with more clarity. For me to get up earlier. Fucking demanding dream!

Bumper Sticker Act out of love, not intimidation.

Action Plan: Submitted a dream report to the class.

Friday, January 10, 2020

Playing with Kids and Bugs (1st Dreams to actions)

Friday January 10, 2020 11:45 am

Playing with Kids and Bugs

I am walking upstairs in some apartments. I am with a couple of friends. I walk directly into one of the apartments and walk through the unit with no announcement or even a hello. I am looking for someone. I find him still asleep in bed and I think that is wrong and wake him or try to.

I find a red shoe/boot. It obviously belongs to a young person. I casually wipe it clean and look for the mate. I can not fit the mate, instead find two other single boots that all have similar style and color. So there are now three single boots.

I am outside playing with kids. We are handling bugs. They are big plastic bugs but they are alive. After a considerable time I decide it is time to put them away. I am trying to get two of them in a box or a drawer. Each time I put one in and go to get the other the first crawls out. I do this repeatedly and feel foolish for not using a better method.

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Notes: There was something very different about this dream. It is hard to pin down. The colors, the theme/scene the playing with kids?

What does the dream want? For me to not sleep in every day. For me to play more?

Dreams to actions: Set my alarm for 9:00 am. It's a start.

Thursday, January 9, 2020

Punched Chauvinist in Face

Thursday January 9, 2020 12:45 pm

Punched Chauvinist in Face

I  have been having a series of dreams. I am with Cindy in a restaurant with others. She has been doing something extraordinary. She is a pilot. Maybe some sort of combat, but she flies alone. At the restaurant she has her special glasses. They are very distinctive and have extra small lenses that protrude from the primary lenses. They are well know as part of a pilot's gear. A guy at the table begins to enumerate how she may have got them and be a "real" pilot. I punch him in the face as we are getting up to leave. It is a slow motion could-only-happen-in-a-dream punch. It is very satisfying.

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Notes: I am still very frustrated, actually just motivated, about breaking through the realization in my dreams that something is odd to full lucidity. I am going to concentrate on waking reality checks. Go beyond quick finger thru hand stuff and ask, could this happen in "reality"?  This is a good Cindy dream, I will share it with her .

Sub note: I was unable to come up with the word chauvinist a few days ago. Even looked up Napoleon, etc. Weird.

What does the dream want? For me to appreciate Cindy more.

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

The Disappearing Car in Mystic Durham

Wednesday January 8, 2020 10:00 am

The Disappearing Car in Mystic Durham

I am with Mike in a car. I have been having some challenges driving. We are at the entrance to a cave the road runs through There is a stream running through it as well. . I get out to check out the situation. The car drifts down the road that circles the interior of the cave. When I get to the other side, I can not find the car. I look all over and recognize the cave as someplace we have been previously camping/fishing.

I am baffled at the disappearance (like when little things "disappear" around the house). Then a polar bear comes in and stands in a sandy spot close to there the cave drops down to another level. He lifts his feet up and down and rapidly sinks into the sand. (a fast version of what happens in the sand at the beach). He completely disappears. I look through some fissures in the rocks leading down and I see him. Slightly wet, but happily laying on his back a level below. I adjust my viewing angle, squat etc and see the car. It has slipped down as well. There are several down there.

I am on the lower level, I see what I think is the car, but it is another Toyota, although the details are a weird dream version of a truck. Now I don't my car (Cindy's) and wonder if after it slipped through the sand it was stolen.

I wander though the town. Very quaint, from another time. (when reviewing the dream for some reason it feels like another version of Durham). I see a sculpted colorful scene that has been installed on a very sloped and complex roof. When I try and find a better view I can't find the installation again.

I look through a window and see some workers building something. It has many strings attached, but it looks like they area making old wooden bowling balls. There is a cafe next door and I go in. It feels like an extension of the space next door. Some how the strings are part of the decor.

I am talking with some other folks who are walking around. I tell them the story of the sinking car. I go to demonstrate the sinking sand part and my feel immediately start to slip into the sand. The guy I am talking to has the same thing going on. We step of of the growing wholes and the sand fills them back in and all is well.


Notes: This dream was very vivid and detailed. I went back and forth into Mystic Durham a few times. Over all the feeling was whimsical. I want to go back. Overall friendly, mystical, quaint and beautiful.

What does the dream want? For me to be a more careful driver. (If I was rich I should get a chauffeur.).The disappearing and reappearing reflects I senior moment with small things around the house. Not sure if there is any advice here. "look in weird places?"

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Strange Connections: Visceral Feelings of Power

Tuesday January 7, 2020 8:50 am

Strange Connections: Visceral Feelings of Power
(Multiple connected dream segments)

I am with a group of friends, walking in a line. Closest to me is a young woman (Sarah?) that I am very close to. We have come to realize that there is a power that is supporting us, but each separately, we must part. I am very saddened. The force becomes more evident as we walk. I can fell it viscerally. It is becoming stronger.

I am in a classroom. We are waiting for some sort of performance or lecture. A surprisingly young kid comes to the front to give a presentation. Boy genus type. He has a mechanical bug. It looks like a fly and may actually fly around. It is the size of a a pound of butter box. It is buzzing around us, but it is primarily just obnoxious.

I an bloody and washing masses of blood off my chest. I am not hurt. I am more concerned about not having a shirt. (no idea where blood came from)

We are preparing for the whole class to go out in boats. I am confused as to where to sit, am guided by someone and sit close to my friend that also say the mechanical fly demonstration.We assume they were an infection from the mechanical fly. I see worms moving under his skin on his face. I have them as well. We can pinch the skin and easily remove the worms. We are concerned but not panicked.

I am in a classroom or am just discussing the results of a class. I am handed a long list of expenses associated with a class project of mine. It is like a store receipt roll printout. Each line on the roll is an expense, possibly an individual real estate purchase. I assume the total expense is massive. The person handing it to me says my aunt took care of the expenses. I think they are not all legitimate but decide to let sleeping dogs lie.

I am in a seaside town and am talking to a man who lives there. He has a son who spends lots of time on the water and is just getting to know the place. The man discusses financing around a project I am considering. I make my finances sound better than they are. There is something strange an ominous about the sea.

I am in a park with many people, some from previous segments. It is raining money. Somehow the individual restrictions that were put on us by the mysterious force are now being compensated. There is money and sparkle, it is all floating down very slowly.

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Psychon Log: Strange Seas

Notes: That's seven individual segments, may be a record. Emotionally I emerge from the dream with a seance of dread but am very excited about  how much detail I have retained. This is not new, but the physical (whats I call visceral) seance of emerging from a definite different physical dream world is strong as I awake. Several themes repeat themselves. The classroom. Poor performance in the classroom. Seaside, ocean, water. Getting help from others.

What does the dream want? For me to be encouraged about continuing with meditation (on day 3 of 24 for 24 minutes a session. For me to wake up and realize all the weirdness n the dreams...go lucid. The poser that demands The trade of intimacy for power is troubling. This is unique as far as I remember. I will watch for it to return.

Sunday, January 5, 2020

Escaping the Rot, Horror by the Sea (Flag for Group)

Sunday January 5, 2020 (Recorded several days later)

Escaping the Rot,  Horror by the Sea

I am walking along a stretch of washed up debris by the sea. It is packed tight, entangled  and there is a sharp drop off from the tangled debris into the ocean, like after a severe storm. I spot a sea turtle trapped in the rubble, I may free it. I am looking for things of value or urgent need. I am happy I found the turtle.

Later (possibly after a brief awakening) I am back walking through the tangled mess, but things are much darker. As I walk there is rot attached to much of the tangled mess. It gets on me and I pluck off pieces. I am making my way back to safety but I can not find a way out.

The rotting mess has been isolated and blocked from the unaffected part of the beach. People are walking or lying down deformed by contact with rot. I hope I can escape undamaged. Making my way through the infected tangle is slow going. Every time I think I have escaped, it turns out to be a dead end.

I finally make it to a clearer area. There are large white structures (tanks?) that I am walking below. Everything seems much clearer and I am hopeful. But then I come to another barrier I can not cross. I am trapped and wake up terrified.

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Notes: I had this dream several days ago, but the imagery and dread has stuck with me, so I wrote it down finally. I may have been reluctant to log it because I was afraid what it meant. (Flag this as well for the group to help interpret.

What does the dream want?  Slogging through is a common problem for me, but I have no idea what the infection is about.

Saturday, January 4, 2020

Jumping Naked Seat to Seat (Flag for Group)

Sunday January 4th 2:45 a.m.

Jumping Naked Seat to Seat

I am in an old vintage theater with red velvet folding seats. The production is starting on the stage. At some point in the action I get out of my seat and run into the audience into the back of the theater. Many other audience members are doing the same thing.

I end up crouching in a dark nook very close to a young child who is also crouching in the back. Cindy comes looking for the child and I am just a few inches away in the dark. I'm like a frog in a pond with my eyes just above the water. I'm able to witness her interacting very sweetly with the child from just inches away undetected. Then the action breaks, everyone stands up and returns to their seats. I stand up naked and I'm about to jump from seat to seat. Cindy tosses me a towel and just as the audience is about to see me naked instead they see me with a small gym towel wrapped around my waist. I make some very high jumps from empty seat to empty seat and end up back in the front row just behind another child that is crouched next to his seat. I see that he's not actually sitting in the seat. He is  perched next to it and I consider taking one final tiny jump and landing on his seat. Instead I decide not to disturb him, stay put and watch the rest of the play.

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Notes.  It is my first night in New York. I have driven countless hours over two days and arrived after dark at the Inn  with a light snow. I wake incredibly excited at remembering and naming the dream just before fully waking.  After transcribing the dream by voice command I am now going to listen to something for a few minutes and then take a supplement and go back to sleep.

What does the dream want?  It has something to do with my evolving and increasing intimacy with Cindy.  I'm not positive if this is actually a step forward but it feels good and it was an amazing dream. Flag this dream to take to group for interpretation.  

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Snooze Porn

Thursday January 2, 2020 10:00 am

Snooze Porn

I am not in a physical location, just my imagination. I dial in a selection for a specific type of porn and begin to see vivid detailed action. Cindy's snooze alarm goes off, I wake briefly and return to the dream. This happens repeatedly 3-4-5 times? I realize the dream segments and ability to dial-ion a selection is synchronized to Cindy's alarm. I review and name the dream several times.

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Notes: The dream was very vivid and colorful. While the content was XXX it was mostly about the mechanism and ability to selects a specific outsource. Prelucid somewhat.

What does the dream want? I was most impressed with he mechanical precision of the dream selection than the specific content. That was the exciting part and I think that's where the lesson is.