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Robert

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Re: Dream Stuff
« Reply #390 on: July 21, 2019, 09:27:36 AM »
The night following the lost car dream, I dreamed that I thought my car was stolen.  I went about paperwork to cancel my insurance and de-register the car, and then I learned my car either hadn't been stolen at all or had been recovered in driveable condition.  So then it was about getting to the motor vehicle bureau and reversing what I'd filed.  In the dream I was still living in the Bronx -- my dreams my whole life have typically lagged my experience and knowledge by several years -- and travel was again tricky.  I got on a bus and almost wound up going over the Whitestone Bridge to Queens, but got off at the last stop before that.  The rest of my trip did not figure in the dream or was not memorable.

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Re: Dream Stuff
« Reply #391 on: July 26, 2019, 10:48:40 AM »
And within another night or two, I hit the trifecta: tricky travel, nudity, and lucidity.  I was driving up the New York State Thruway and realized I needed to go back.  At the toll booth I was naked, for no reason I can think.  Putting the facts together, I told the collector it's OK, I'm just dreaming, and manifested clothes.  But as usual when I dream lucidly, I didn't take further advantage, and just decided to see where it would take me as I continued to the next exit and turned back.  I simply awoke.

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Re: Dream Stuff
« Reply #392 on: August 08, 2019, 11:12:28 PM »
Before I fall asleep again and forget, I better note last night's dream, a doozy because it hit so many cliches of dreaming, or at least of my dreaming.

First I dreamed that I'd found out my Ph.D. was no good because I hadn't finished grade school, so I was re-attending either 4th or 6th grade, I forgot which.  Then I realized that was absurd, so I had no need to show up for class.  Somehow it didn't occur to me that it was so absurd, I had to have been dreaming.  So not exactly lucid dreaming, but some exertion of control there.  I was at the school building already but since I didn't have to go in, I didn't.  That's when a teacher let me in on the joke that was being played on me, i.e. telling me that I had to repeat.  But I'd already figured out it wasn't serious.  They were also honoring some teacher in an outdoor ceremony for the kids, in Central Park.  And it had something to do with the previous use of some part of the park as the lion cages for the zoo.  So I walked in thru what had been one of the cages.

Then I got together with some people to go home in the Bronx.  They seemed to be the cast of SCTV, with some substitutions.  At least Harold Ramis and Eugene Levy were there.  We got into a van but got stuck immediately in traffic.  The driver wanted to go thru the Midtown Tunnel but I thought that was absurd, and that we should take the FDR Drive.  But as I saw, the Drive was closed for a motorcade coming south; I think it was dignitaries from some Arab country headed for the UN.  But our driver had left to ask directions.  So we all got out and onto sit-down electric scooters.  At this time there were 5 of us.  I don't know how far we got.