11:18 AM 5/5/2021
Gotta get this one out of the way first, because all the other dreams of the past night / morning practically pale in significance behind it:
And sure, it was only a *moment,* a *fraction* of a second, but *WOW*— whatever it may have *meant!* ???

The perspective of "the dreamer" was of a linear view of light, as if *from* a person's right eye, then shifted to a person's left eye, yet with no "break" in perspective, becoming a "stereoscopic" view of the subject. To help illustrate this just a touch better, imagine a general practitioner holding a penlight and asking you to look at the light: the doctor holds the light to his right, looking (somewhat downward, yet straight ahead) into your left eye, then passes the light over to his left, beaming down into your right eye. Now imagine, for a moment, a parent looking down into the eyes of a newborn child: the parent "focuses" his/her gaze into the child's left eye, then into the child's right eye, then into *both* eyes. This is what the dream / vision was about:

Now *either* it was a "visitation" of the moment when one of my parents (more likely my mother) looked into my eyes when I was a newborn, OR it is a "visitation" of the dreamer looking into the eyes of a newborn who is yet to be born. *OR* (and this is more likely the case) it was consciousness / reality viewing *itself* "across time." All I can tell you at this point is what it *felt* like, and it *felt* as that of a parent looking into the eyes of a newborn child, and that child *felt like* -me- as I awoke from this dream/vision/experience. The "exit" / end of the dream was that of "sentience" coming to a point, as if the viewer AND the viewed, possibly as light / consciousness / energy / knowing / love passing *into* the viewed (child): "I" (the dreamer) had the slight fraction of experience as the "gaze" shifted from right to left (from the child's left eye to the child's right) of "coming into focus," as if two images became perfectly coherent as one, as if "looking into a mirror", as if "at oneself," as if I were looking AT the child, and I (perhaps AS the child) were looking back at *me,* although again, the dreamer was not looking "into a mirror" (which I've experienced on several occasions in the past) but "though time" (as it were) as if the perspective was "outside of" or "regardless of" the time-frame (it could've been at ANY time *ever,* even from a perspective of "across" time, as if that of *almost* 60 years, or possibly even only 30½ years. Regardless, it made *something* of an "impact" with respect to my dreaming/waking mind. Clarity 10-. The only reason for the "-" is because of a *slight* lack of understanding as to what that view represented: my at myself? my parent(s) at me? me at a future son? (Sure, I'm approaching 60, but I still think there may be one up ahead—) ☼

There was a *brief* image "on the way" to waking, which was like taking a "snapshot" of a place. The "view" FELT like clarity 100, but it was SO brief as to be difficult to comprehend, other than to know "it is there" should I ever get a chance to re-encounter it :-) (Reading Richard Bach's novel, "One", for the 2nd time after likely more than a decade, is certainly a mind-opening experience!) (https://archive.org/details/onenovel00bach) At any rate, what was "seen" was an octahedron, an 8-sided object, more familiarly known amongst D&D players as a "d8" (an 8-sided die) except this thing wasn't a "perfectly smooth-sided" object: it was more like a conglomeration of smaller cubes, as if a city of (literal) "blocks" were constructed within its own dimension. ("O³" comes to mind— look it up on around page 5 of: tinyurl.com/itta-BooleanMonotheism .)

At any rate, I'm *uncertain* as to whether or not I saw a person (similar to myself, but possibly younger in appearance) floating *beside* this object.. And the word "floating" is a bit misleading, in the sense that "floating" is usually a reference to "above" something. There was no "above" here, merely "beside," as if the octahedral conglomeration simply existed as its own "entity," as did the person *positioned* beside it. (Interesting note from merriam-webster.com/dictionary/octahedral – Time Traveler for octahedral / Time Traveler / The first known use of octahedral was in 1684.) I had the "sense" that some kind of "welcome" sentiment was being expressed, but the image blipped out on my way back to waking. Or rather, my "return to waking" took me "away from" the scene. It is *possible* that the O³ (octahedral city of cubes) is merely a "representation" of the thought being expressed *as* "O³."

12:06 PM 5/5/2021
Were there any other dreams from last night / this morning? after those two, does it matter?

10:31 AM 5/6/2021

Three Frustrating-Type Dreams:

1) The dreamer was at a job with a a desk-work / report compiling aspect that seemed as if he had spent hours doing anything but. In fact, the dreamer had the sense that he had done basically *nothing* for hours, or at least had *nothing* to show for his time at work. There was a sense of "coming to judgment" with respect to what he had done with his time on the job. Clarity: 9 (with an extremely clear sense of frustration.)

2) The dreamer was working to get TO a job by means of driving, with the scene being akin to a mashup between Smyrna (Sam Ridley Pkwy) La Vergne (Waldron Rd) and the Briley Pkwy area of Nashville, all as if super-imposed into one area. The point being that the dreamer understood the need to get from the "western" side of this geography (the residence) to the "eastern" (work) side, yet there were a bunch of minor "sub-issues" such as the transportation of planks of wood, as if in the bed of a pick-up truck, a large hen or turkey, as if something to prepare for dinner, and the feeling that a "wrong turn" had been taken, sending the dreamer "left" (toward the very western side) in order to gain access to a more major branch in order to head "right" (east) but the feeling that "I *should've* turned RIGHT back there....!" in order to have taken a more direct route. The one had much less clarity (around 7+?) but still a major sense of frustration, as if the destination was not going to be reached.

3) The dreamer was working at *parking a vehicle* along the side of the road. JUST for perspective, it was as if the dreamer were headed north (up) on a bi-directional street, the kind that is *just barely* wide enough to allow parking along at least one curb (in this case, the oncoming traffic, headed south) when a car-like vehicle along the left curb pulls out and moves on, giving the dreamer a perfect parking spot, just that a "J-turn" (or "U-turn") was necessary in order to "get" that spot. IF the dreamer had "driven on" in order to make a "proper" (legal) turn around in order to return to that spot, the spot would *most likely* have been snatched up by someone traveling in that direction before the dreamer was able to get back to it. So the J/U-turn to park there was commenced. No incident to report, other than in the next scene, the dreamer is inside a building (that had been on the *east* (right) side of the N/S street) that appears to be a convention-type hall, such as the TN Perf. Arts Ctr. (TPAC) with a wide-open lobby on the first floor, and a *wide,* *open* staircase headed up on the east (right) side of the room, such that people may *easily* "see" who is going where (although functional, the social / political aspect comes to mind, so that people may "see" who's climbing, and who's "on the lower level.")

There is a slender (well-figured) woman who is in an elegant evening dress, white-ish with gold-ish trim and perhaps a white-ish fur (stole?) around her neck and shoulders, and she's headed up the stairs, with some small amount of chaos in her wake: it's as if she's left her car simply sitting in the middle of the street (that was barely wide enough to get traffic through, let alone park on at least one side) with the sense that it's blocking traffic, like an abandoned Rolls-Royce, near the edges of the inner-city of Murfreesboro (there are a few blocks where driving through with one's windows UP and doors LOCKED may be considered "risky," like, some folk would feel "ill at ease" if they had to get out and change a tire, for instance. As a kid, I grew up riding my bicycle through those streets, and it always feels like a "safe" place to me.) There is a question posed as if left hanging in the air as to whether or not she plans on getting her car properly parked, or even cares, and she appears to totally ignore the question and continue on her way, as if headed to an upstairs balcony box-seat or something. Clarity 8+, but the feeling that this woman gave off, like, "why bother with lesser, physical distractions? Someone [like a butler / driver / valet] will take care of it."

11:00 AM 5/6/2021