10-27-2014, 08:03 AM
(Absence of detected vibrational state; exhausted, fell deeply asleep within seconds. All these experiences after 5-6 hrs. of deep sleep; some from hypnapompic i.e. one foot here, one foot there, wherever "there" may be. Difficulty reading my notes. Please accept my apologies in this regard.)
Dream Experience #1: S's daughter A, slumped to the floor, crying.
Dream Experience #2: I am watching a pseudo t.v. game show, in which the two contestants positioned to the left and to the right of the host, get questions about American patriotism, and if the answer is right, the crowd cheers, waving flags. A question posed about the eagle, as one quiz question. Artificial. Ridiculous. I am disgusted. A magician's sleight-of-hand for the public. Monty Hall, American-styled.
Dream Experience #3: Voice: "There will be a driver team." (I don't understand.) Explanation: "There will be a transition team."
Dream Experience #5: I see a stock market chart, Silver Futures, big red arrow downward with the number 3.7.5 in the middle.
Dream Experience #6: An older man named Fitzsimmons hands me paperwork, explaining he had some trouble with it. I take the paperwork, and it contains the figure 600 on it; which shifts, then 2000. As I look at the paperwork, a cigar shaped object slips out, twice the size of a cigar, silver in color, of futuristic steel, with engravings and markings on it. Very heavy! I catch it before it hits the floor.
Dream Experience #7: I hear: "SNAP! Space Trouble."
Dream Experience #8: I am with my brother, Mark (whom I have not seen in 30 years), and he is showing me his puppies. Also, I am seeing very odd manhole covers, or like, strewn over the property, covered with gunk. Mark is showing me his college "report cards", asking me to pay particular attention to one professor report - Dr. Wexler ??? He says I know him. But, I am confused. I do not know a Dr. Wexler.
From that scene, catapulted into a 1987 silver blue Lincoln, leaving a strip mall, down a small hill, and the car is out of control. I am accompanied by an unknown passenger, although I am driving. The car speeds up and I am uncertain whether the brakes have failed, or the accelerator is stuck. I turn the wheel toward the right, and head rapidly down the highway, in a bit of a panic, not knowing what to do. NFI.
Dream Experience #1: S's daughter A, slumped to the floor, crying.
Dream Experience #2: I am watching a pseudo t.v. game show, in which the two contestants positioned to the left and to the right of the host, get questions about American patriotism, and if the answer is right, the crowd cheers, waving flags. A question posed about the eagle, as one quiz question. Artificial. Ridiculous. I am disgusted. A magician's sleight-of-hand for the public. Monty Hall, American-styled.
Dream Experience #3: Voice: "There will be a driver team." (I don't understand.) Explanation: "There will be a transition team."
Dream Experience #5: I see a stock market chart, Silver Futures, big red arrow downward with the number 3.7.5 in the middle.
Dream Experience #6: An older man named Fitzsimmons hands me paperwork, explaining he had some trouble with it. I take the paperwork, and it contains the figure 600 on it; which shifts, then 2000. As I look at the paperwork, a cigar shaped object slips out, twice the size of a cigar, silver in color, of futuristic steel, with engravings and markings on it. Very heavy! I catch it before it hits the floor.
Dream Experience #7: I hear: "SNAP! Space Trouble."
Dream Experience #8: I am with my brother, Mark (whom I have not seen in 30 years), and he is showing me his puppies. Also, I am seeing very odd manhole covers, or like, strewn over the property, covered with gunk. Mark is showing me his college "report cards", asking me to pay particular attention to one professor report - Dr. Wexler ??? He says I know him. But, I am confused. I do not know a Dr. Wexler.
From that scene, catapulted into a 1987 silver blue Lincoln, leaving a strip mall, down a small hill, and the car is out of control. I am accompanied by an unknown passenger, although I am driving. The car speeds up and I am uncertain whether the brakes have failed, or the accelerator is stuck. I turn the wheel toward the right, and head rapidly down the highway, in a bit of a panic, not knowing what to do. NFI.