Date of dream: Saturday, September 01, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
Lucid Technique: None
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September 1, 2012 6:34 AM, pdt
I wake up from a vivid dreamscape with people and a location that is all new to me in dreams.
The old dog is whapping her tail against the wall nearest the bed, making a noise to wake me up and to go let her out the door for her morning stroll.
SAME DAY: 6:44 PM I sit down to take a few minutes to make notes on the dream from this morning, (the last one of the sleep period.)
At the start of the dream, I arrive (now on foot) at a pleasant, sprawling two-story home set on a low hillside. There are great shady trees and green grass and a bit of well-manicured landscaping. I approach up at the end a wide, winding driveway. It is early on a clear, sunny day.
A young man opens the front door and comes down the front steps to greet me. He is slender, attractive, and casually dressed in faded shirt, long pants and low comfortable shoes.
I seem to be on the scene in a professional capacity. He talks of hosting a big neighborhood festivity. We go straight to the spacious kitchen area that is located at the rear of the first floor off to the right. The windows face to the shady side of the house. The kitchen is cool and cheerful. We go to inspect the stove against the back wall with long counters on each side of it. As we talk, the rear burner on the left side of the stove top begins to throw sparks and malfunctions. He quickly calls two technicians to remove the whole unit, oven and all. They pull it from the wall and disconnect it and carry it out the front door and leave it standing out on the driveway in front of the house.
This distracts the two of us from our conversation. Neighbors, (on foot) stop by to chat and to see what is going on. An elder male arrives also. Looks like his parent. The two of them talk.
As we give them a bit of privacy, neighbors mention to me that the younger man "was abducted." That sounds odd to me. If they knew that he was abducted by the older man, how is it that no one took action to return him to his own home?
I continue to listen what the neighbors are saying, but they go on to chat together about other things. I notice that the elder man appears to be profoundly respectful of what the younger man is saying. The two of them gesture with their hands and laugh as they continue their talk.
Myself and the two men of the household return to the kitchen. On the wall to the right, a back door and windows overlook a spacious back porch and a big grassy yard that opens out onto rolling pasture land beyond.
Abruptly, two or three mean-looking young persons with stringy dark hair and bare arms, wearing black vests and blue jeans, invade the back porch. They heckle my host about "being abducted" and peer through the windows and pound rudely on the walls.
Another person enters the kitchen behind me, saying that we should shoot them with beebee guns and drive them away, (but no one does that.)
The dream skips. It is late afternoon, nearly sunset. Many friendly neighbors have crowded onto the back porch. They stand shoulder to shoulder, in rows two to three deep. They create a wall that keeps the hecklers away from the house. They are smiling and wave and shuffle around in good humor, unhurried and unconcerned.
Then it is morning again. I am out front in the sunlight, looking at the stove that malfunctioned. A neighbor speculates on the size of the oven. We decide it is big enough to cook really large roasts or whole turkeys, big enough to serve a large number of guests.
My youthful host kindly shows me the stove that will be used to replace it. The new one will be twice as wide and have two ovens and will be installed in a new outbuilding behind the main house. It is too bad that the left back burner on the old stove malfunctioned like that, but no one seems upset over postponing the festivity. Everyone is happy to wait for the event to be rescheduled and to readjust their plans to attend.
Once the festivities begin, it is understood that there will be many events for large groups of people that will continue to take place on a regular basis.
Here is where I wake up. I am not certain of my exact role in all these future events. I am NOT just one of the guests, that is for sure.
Additional Comments:
This is how my dreams have been for a while now. They are friendly and peaceful, with lots of activity, but have no particular plot and nothing very unusual is going on.
Date of dream: Saturday, July 16, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
Yes
Lucid Technique: RT
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This next dream entry is very, very long, but still faithful and true to my viewpoint. In earth years, it is myself from 47 to 52 years old who narrates all this. Back then, I tended to be more serious and pompous. Life has been good. I daresay that I have mellowed out over time.
FROM THE ORIGINAL DREAM NOTES
Mercury’s Hat 9-12-81 (To July 16, 2011)
I walk through a series of complicated but commonplace scenes and events, outside, in the daylight.
I hear someone yelling, look around and see a well-dressed man beating his fists on a small white wall, not much taller than his head. A woman carrying a child in her arms backs away from him. He is yelling something about a job, or about quitting a job, or taking a cut on a job. I think to myself, I could probably answer his complaint, but he seems to have his family right there with him, so I decide not to intercede. (I have a strong feeling against me, a stranger, being more effective than a person’s own family.)
I continue to turn a half circle, looking for someone to discuss the scene with. An old friend or acquaintance, a blond woman, exits the door of a small, long building beside me on the right. I greet her with a quick handshake and she passes on by.
I walk around a bit. There are people all about. We seem to have reached a safe place on a hilltop, rather like a campsite, but no one seems to be making camp, just milling around together under the trees.
A thin young person (simpleton crosses my mind) approaches over a mound, or the edge of a small ditch piled up.
I think, "How can this simple person make sense of this scene and bring this people to order?" (He acts as if that were his mission.) We walk together downhill a few steps to a 6 ft. billboard. On it are cartoon drawings of this same person putting on a hat, (Mercury’s Hat) and turning into a full-grown, beautiful, God-like hero figure.
I turn from trying to make some meaning out of this and reach down to pick up something shiny on the ground. It falls into a hole. Looking down, I see it has fallen into a cellar hole with timbers under the earth where I am standing. The area below is lighted by some opening offside to my right. I watch a woolly purple spider, big as a tarantula, crawling on a dusty old raincoat that is laying down there. I get up to walk around to find the cellar opening.
I start to chat with someone and end up looking at an exhibit. On a wall to my left is a convincing, 3-dimensional (hologram) representation of a flying vessel (as in ship) shaped like Mercury’s hat. I can’t think what Mercury’s hat really had for trim. Wings? Feathers? I just can’t remember what role he played in mythology, either. My mind is blank.
A bystander at my side comments to me, very clear and precise: "The stay," "as in execute," "as in maneuver," (my immediate further definition of the word "stay" in my own mind) "is for 3 years and 2 weeks."
I turn and ask,"Just that? No months? No days? Just 3 years and 2 weeks?"
The speaker laughs and I wake up.
Awake, I wonder: Why did that person laugh? Because I was paying attention after all? Because I got the message??
END OF DREAM
Additional Comments:
COMMENTS ADDED THE SAME DAY:
This same day I’m not satisfied until I work out the problem of the 3 years and 2 weeks.
Counting the time period of this A.M. to tomorrow A.M. as the completion of the first day of this time slot, and correcting for Leap Year Day in 1984, this comes out precisely 1000 days after 1-1-82.
Wednesday 9-26-84 A.D. is not winter anywhere in the world, neither is it on a Sabbath Day.
END OF ORIGINAL NOTES.
LATER COMMENTS:
This has to be a dream of prophesy. The dream product here is an exact, measurable date, some distance in the future that promises to be safe, but meaningful, to me as a person.
The lucid part of the dream begins when someone commands my attention and my sympathy by yelling and beating his fists on a wall in frustration over a job.
Longstanding personal guidelines make me hesitate to interfere. I look around and catch sight of an old friend who also has other thoughts. Neither one of us stops the other long enough to chat about what is going on.
Curiosity aroused, I can see I am definitely not the only one to arrive at this particular destination point and apparently not the only one who is at loose ends over the unexpected situation. The whole crowd seems unsettled and aimless.
I finally see a person who appears to have some purpose, so I decide to keep that one company. He shows me a billboard with a brilliantly drawn illustration showing him in a role he is scheduled to play. It is like the billboards used to advertise the big-name attraction that would be posted in a theater lobby, (but the whole dream scenario takes place outdoors in the bright sunshine, with trees and grass and a clear blue sky.
It shows him as himself, a simple person really, and also as he will appear outfitted for the starring role. The natural picture is on the left and characterization is pictured on the right side of the billboard.
It must be some kind of truly famous, heroic production: but I cannot recognize the story from the pictures on the billboard.
At this point, something shiny sparks my attention and I find I see "something below the surface," under the timbers.
Timbers are figured by linear measure, IE: I see something sub-lineal, which sounds like –subliminal–. This turns out to be one of those awful puns, a play on words, another very common dream device.
I start a move to the right, (or a right move) deciding to take a closer look at what has been hiding under the surface of this dream.
Now my attention is drawn back to the left, to the image I had "left off" looking at earlier. The same idea is presented again. I find myself admiring the clearest image possible, a hologram, the highest state of the art known to us today. In the hologram, a silvery object shaped like Mercury’s hat and trimmed with a curly lavender-pink device floats in a frame, (rather like a fish in a wall-mounted tank.) Reduced to this image, it looks much like a model of a flying ship with an external life support system.
By now, the dream has presented the idea of Mercury’s role in mythology from three different views. First there is the person showing how he is going to be playing a role wearing Mercury’s hat. This starts the idea of a future event. Then Minerva, Mercury’s female counter part, is portrayed in the simplest of word symbols, a woolly purple spider, (she who spins.) She rests on a modern day version of armor (a protective garment,) the rumpled raincoat peculiar to the stage and movie version of detectives and spies. The job of successful spies and detectives is to "unearth secrets." Traditionally, nothing is able to escape their attention.
With this in mind, the symbol is restated with utmost clarity in the form of the 3-dimensional hologram. This about exhausts every possible way for the dream to picture the idea being presented. Still I draw a complete blank as to the meaning. The mysterious puzzle has captured my total concentration as I try to figure out the clues. When I hear a clear comprehensible message, my response is immediate and incredulous. I restate the comment clearly, pointedly in a series of questions.
My reaction must have been surprising. It makes the other one laugh, which breaks the mood and wakes me up.
So now I have a date to keep in the future and no idea what it is supposed to mean.
If true to form, other "signpost" dreams indicate it means "nothing unusual happens." "Signposts" (I never thought of them as prophetic) are remembered dream scenarios that "click" when I reach a certain point in life and suddenly remember the dream that described the scene in skewed detail.
A remembered dream of setting up housekeeping in the branches of a huge, gray-barked, deciduous tree (complete with cupboards, dishes and ruffled curtains to be hung) suddenly "clicked" when a history buff mentioned the name of the city we had moved to (Fresno, CA) originally had the meaning, "Ash tree," for instance.
The most important thing signpost dreams have ever shown is that I am "on course" and where I should be at some otherwise unremarkable crossroads in my life. Mostly the time has been left open, the way any flight plan allows for on-course corrections, and mostly they have been couched in outrageous puns. Why else would I be "up in a tree," or "out on a limb," or "getting my feet wet," except it is a good way to remember a particular set of details that would all make sense and be sure to make me laugh when certain conditions had been met?
If this dream runs true to form, it probably tags one more otherwise forgettable date as just one more goal that is met and nothing unusual happens, except I knew in advance it would come around.
END OF NOTES.
ADDED LATER:
This dream has notes that follow earlier notes. There is no other satisfactory way to review and reap new insights from prior dream records. It is very important not to change the original record and equally important not to rewrite the follow-up notations.
It would have been better if I had dated all the follow-up notes, but I did not know in advance I would be curious about the time intervals on this dream that continues to spark my creativity.
9-9-84 HERE IS A MORE RECENT, (and DATED,) COMMENT ON THE SUBJECT:
A little research has revealed that the target date in this dream, 9-25/26-84,(Sundown to Sundown) is ROSH HASHANAH, the Hebrew New Year.
The Book of Jewish Knowlege
, by Nathan Ausubel, (Crown Publisher, Inc. N.Y. 1964) tells us this was originally Yom Teruah (the Day of Blowing the Horn.)
QUOTE:
– The shofar (rams horn) blares forth its piercing notes as if it were sounding in great alarm: "Sleeper, awake! Reflect upon your actions!" Also, –The Talmud holds out the promise: "And God will say to Israel, even to all mankind: "my children, today, on Rosh Hashanah, I look upon all of you as if you had been created for the first time." END QUOTE.
END OF 9-9-84 NOTES.
MORE COMMENTS,1-24-85.
Research to find answers to questions raised by dreams is a very practical and prosaic method of dealing with unsettling or unsatisfactory "dream products."
The 9-26-84 dream product date divulged by the Mercury Hat Dream was unsettling to me from the day I found it. First, I thought it should translate as a deadline. If my work did not reach the public in print before that date, who would accept my record that the dream happened as I say it did and who would believe the date had any relevance?
Obviously, that was an incorrect translation. The date is 1-24-85 and I am still working to turn my dream product book manuscript into a finished artifact that can be passed from hand to hand.
In my life, 9-26-84 A.D. did turn out to be another of those forgettable dates that would have passed without notice, except for the signpost dream. Now the question is: What good was the dream at all?
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My reactions throughout the lucid dream are very true to life. My identity at the time of the dream is very accurately depicted. Personal guidelines DID make me very reluctant to interfere with others or to become more effective in their lives than their own families.
I was being very obtuse about analyzing obvious clues on a variety of subjects, not the least being the subject of the much ballyhooed Christian version of the "End of the World."
Without this dream, I would never had the interest to research the ancient tradition that says God is in the habit of setting regular review dates for looking upon all mankind as if we "had been created for the first time." Since my curiosity was sparked by the dream, I now have hope that the feared "Last Judgment Day" is of this old tradition and no more to be feared than the annual Rosh Hashanah still observed by people of the Jewish faith.
Another thing I was overlooking is the possibility that the more advanced levels of dreaming may involve contact with intelligence "outside" the dreamer’s own memory. I was being extremely obtuse about this and calling my refusal to form an educated opinion "open-minded," even though this and other dreams did seem to be tuning in on some kind of universal reservoir of information from time to time.
For the first time, in Mercury’s Hat, I had to admit I was viewing something not necessarily derived from personal experiences on the waking side of life and had to consider I might be dealing with personalities that were possibly separate from my own.
I always believed I was a person who kept an open mind on things not proved one way or the other by science and society. This dream forced me to take a good look at a lot of things I was taking for granted.
Since then, I not only have an open mind about the possibility there may be extrasensory information available to people who have become equipped by proper mental discipline to "fine tune" their minds and listen in: I am convinced of it.
Whether this reservoir of information is screened and supervised actively by living beings in real time (the same as TV and radio shows are aired) or if it is simply there, (the way rain and air exist) I cannot begin to say, but it is definitely an area that bears serious investigation.
Putting the date of origin on all shared dream material should go a long way towards pinpointing general themes or trends occurring at definable intervals. If there is a "broadcast" type of universal information system at work, dated material should "home-in" on multiple versions of recognizable symbols and/or storyline plots.
I would say this dream has been pivotal in my life, easing me into making changes in my personal guidelines so I am able to continue to mature and learn.
END OF 1-24-85 COMMENTS ON MERCURY’S HAT
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7-16-2011
As I noted at the start of this entry, I feel that I have "mellowed" nicely since 1985.
